I’ve never heard of primates, your highness. I’ll go look it up right away.

Edit: So humans have fingers like dragons and griffins on their hands and feet?

Well if quadrupedal means having four feet, bipedal would mean having… two? How would that even work? I can only trot on two by using magic to keep myself balanced.

And if they just do what ponies do, is it some kind of self-parody? They’re like us, but they eat meat too? Wouldn’t that just be a griffin or a dragon? Why make up something like that? It serves no literary end.

http://asklyra.tumblr.com/tagged/Sit_like_that

There really isn’t anything more for me to say on the subject. You bronies Flanderize too much.

…

I cannot express how stupid that sounds.

I mean, where in literature would that fit in?

I keep hearing this and that about humans, what are they?

ask-sweetie-belle:

asklyra:

ask-sweetie-belle:

Umm… okay, fine… here’s the story.  I’m only going to tell it once.

I was with Rarity, and ummm, I guess I was trying to help her with her designs, so she told me “Perhaps, darling, you could get a cutie mark for sticking your horn into the dirt!  Because you certainly will not get one for helping me with this!”

So I thought that it was a pretty neat idea, and I thanked her and went outside.  I got stuck for a few hours… and it became nighttime, so Rarity came out calling my name, then she found me crying upside down in the dirt…

She didn’t want to get her hooves dirty, and she was very scared, sooo… she called the Ponyville Fire Department, but they couldn’t pull me out.  They had to call in for backup, and then they spent a while digging around me until I could finally get out.

That was the first night Rarity let me have Ice Cream before dinner.

Celles, I remember when somepony had to call the Fire Department for me.

I think that happens at least once to everypony, or at least somepony you knew.

Well… that makes me feel a little better.  What was it that happened to you?

When I was a filly in Canterlot, I saw some other kids poking their heads through a railing on a bridge and shouting about something happening on the street down below. I stuck my head through one of the holes to see for myself, but either the holes for them were a little bigger than the one I used, or my head was just bigger.

I had to endure listening to a metal cutter tear through the bar above my head on and off for two hours while my head down to my dock was covered by a thick plastic mat that stopped me from seeing anything. In total I was stick for five hours. I’ve never been more hysteric in my life.

ask-sweetie-belle:

Umm… okay, fine… here’s the story.  I’m only going to tell it once.

I was with Rarity, and ummm, I guess I was trying to help her with her designs, so she told me “Perhaps, darling, you could get a cutie mark for sticking your horn into the dirt!  Because you certainly will not get one for helping me with this!”

So I thought that it was a pretty neat idea, and I thanked her and went outside.  I got stuck for a few hours… and it became nighttime, so Rarity came out calling my name, then she found me crying upside down in the dirt…

She didn’t want to get her hooves dirty, and she was very scared, sooo… she called the Ponyville Fire Department, but they couldn’t pull me out.  They had to call in for backup, and then they spent a while digging around me until I could finally get out.

That was the first night Rarity let me have Ice Cream before dinner.

Celles, I remember when somepony had to call the Fire Department for me.

I think that happens at least once to everypony, or at least somepony you knew.

Aww… She said she’d be able to make it a few days ago on her page.

Well, I hope she feels better.

Sorry, I’m not the band’s organizer. I think Star Catcher is.

I have no idea how I’m supposed to fit in, myself. A lyre in a punk rock band is like an accordion in a thrash metal band. Sure, maybe it won’t sound horrible, but how will you even hear it?

Either that’s a big cake, or you’ve counted some small portions.

Either way, I’m sure it’s fine! Bon-bon and I have plenty, we just don’t want to get overwhelmed if more show up than we anticipated.

Absolutely!

And to anypony else, no need to let me know ahead of time. Just show up at the door!

I’m afraid I can’t help you there. The only ones who can sort out that dilemma are you and Bon-bon.

Woo~!

Make sure Granny Smith comes too! She’s hilarious!

Oh… kay…

Kissing Bon-bon is really more of her business than it is mine. But maybe you should see Nurse Redheart.

Pie! Apple pie is awesome!