askscoot:

How could you-!

Scootaloo! Don’t make matters worse!

Sweetie was looking for something to read and Gilda was going to give her that horrible Cupcakes story. I talked Sweetie out of reading it.

What’s wrong?

I just don’t understand things sometimes…

Gilda, I thought we got along so well because at the end of the day, we both knew the score. We didn’t choose to grow up in hardship, we survived it. But offering to let Sweetie Belle borrow such a horrible story? That’s not okay. That’s not okay for any child, but especially not Sweetie Belle. How could you even consider that?

You couldn’t possibly want anypony to grow up through the nightmares we had to endure, could you? But Sweetie Belle of all fillies? That… disgusts me… She’s already been exposed to one horror after another. That little story could have thrown her over the edge. It took several messages to get the point across to her, what if I’d stopped after the first? What if that had been the last straw for both her and Scootaloo?

And you’re not going to understand where this coming from. Or why it’s such a big deal. It’s just going to look like I’m ranting about nothing. I want you to understand, but at the same time I don’t want you, or anypony to know. Bon-Bon’s the only one I’ve ever told, and only because I had to; we’re living together. I try everyday to ignore it, but it’s the deepest scar I have. I try to pretend it’s normal, that it’s nothing, but it’s everywhere and I know it’s not.

I don’t want anypony to become like me… And if you knew everything… Deep down I pray that you wouldn’t want that either… I try to protect children from the harshest realities, the ones they don’t have to ever see. Failing that, to at least help them cope with what they’ve experienced. I’m not asking you to help me, but please don’t go against me here.

askcoffeeseer:

Goodnight. Here’s something to listen to.

Thanks for the music, Mister Special Agent York. Sounds calming.

I am so upset right now I could tear this house apart!

askapple-jack:

Holy shoo…

Goodness, Lyra. Well, ma really really likes it. ‘N accepts yer apology.

She also, called ta tell me ya should come over again to help her out with her decorating.

Sweet!

About the forgiveness part. Not sure if I should take her up on that offer. Don’t want to mess things up again.

Nevermind that it’s your house we’d be redecorating, Applejack.

Okay, um, Applejack’s Mom. I’m really sorry about yesterday! Applejack tells me you like classical music, so I spent some time (a lot of time) and learned a few minutes of Romance in F Minor by Tchaikovsky.

I hope you can accept this as my apology!

All the doors and windows are locked at all times.

Not sure if Bon-Bon used to live that way, but that’s how I roll.

Uh…

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You got anything meta powers?

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Okay then! Moving on!

askapple-jack:

askgildagriffon:

askapple-jack:

Oh… Well, I already know y’all don’t like Pinkie.

I Know I Just Like Saying It.

‘N I know that as well, Gilda.

I’m glad everyone knows that they know!

Gilda, even I couldn’t hang around myself all day! That’s how it always ends when dealing with alternate selves!

Do love that picture, though!

What a coincidence, because after staring at Romance in F Minor for four or five hours last night, my eyes are crossed and I can’t see straight anyway.

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How did you get this footage?

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I was only there for a second talking to that filly. Her mother came and they had to go.

Bon-Bon told me about that, but I wasn’t present.

I told her to look on the bright side, we got a whole mess load of apples!

That’s subjective.

Bon-Bon and I can both be silly sometimes. I think anypony can!