Believe it or not, I’ve been asked this before.

Answering this in the spirit of its standard definition, no.

In truth, I’ve taken plenty of medications, and those are considered drugs. I also drink occasionally and alcohol is considered a drug too.

Ponygoon (3rdstreetponies@gmail.com) submitted:

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Are you a member of this forum?

I don’t even recognize it.

And it was removed because of swearing and I don’t feel like looking through it to find ALL the swears.

Sorry.

Not positive what you’re asking.

I go to TVTropes now and again. It’s a great website.

The knowledge of tropes can seriously help your writing and literary dissection, as long as you’re responsible about it and don’t let it consume you.

I’ve never contributed to the site, if that’s what you mean.

Do plants have amber colored eyes?

I still say they’re gold, like my lyre cutie mark.

You draw a smithing tool from one of the bags Twist is carrying and quickly etch a simplified depiction of a flower into one of the walls, adjacent to the doorway to the left. When asked why, you reply that it’s a visual marker, so you’ll know which way is back. When asked why it’s so close to the exit… You don’t really have a good answer.

You approach the doorway to the left, now in front of you, and signal for Princess to approach with her light. As you and Princess slowly enter, the contents of the room are revealed.

There’s a stone walkway around the outside of the room, in the center are what appear to be rows of once tilled farmland. They’re frozen and barren, of course, but the formation is very picturesque. Evidently, crops were once raised here; placed indoors to keep the weather out. Considering the lack of sunlight and warmth, it’s hard to believe anything could have grown here, though. Maybe there was a trick to it.

Either way, there’s nothing of interest readily apparent in this room.

There’s a doorway forward and another to the right.

Strawberry…

I don’t control Bon-Bon’s actions.

Besides, I can barely remember what I did a week ago.

totesumi:

Bluuuuuuugh. A WIP something I mooed out at like, 6am after no sleep. = _ = It was supposed to be a lot better/farther along/cooler/awesome-er than this but whateverrrr. I’ll finish it laterrrr.

I’m tired.

/whine cry [redacted] moan

/OTL

This is beautiful! Thank you so much!

Hello, Friend Tote!

I saw! It’s absolutely fantastic!

I was going to ask you to use the submission feature to send me the picture to upload, but I found it on your page! Reblog incoming!

Humans are weird.

I’d make twenty-five bits a week, if I could ever actually manage to find work for a whole week. And I’m serious, there’d better not be more than that in there.

Care to correct anything?

Ugh…

It doesn’t matter to me that he’s a little older than I am. I didn’t even know how old he was until I asked him a few months ago on a lark.

No thank you. I can’t really taste very well right now from being sick.

Please don’t crash through my bedroom wall.

Oh…

Um…

About ten years by human measurements.

I’m sick.

I don’t suppose walls can get infections, huh?

Me and a few ponies did a square dance to this song once as a P.E. project.

A+!