1) I haven’t, though somepony has brought it up before.
2) I can see this dialog is really gonna go places, with ground-breaking research and proper citations.
3) I am, but it’s not. You shouldn’t feel the need to prove anything to me.
4) Too bad.
5) Remember that question about triggers?
Here’s one.
6) Zero. Unless you mean visual contact.
7) I’ve actually spoken about this before. Growing up I was right there with the grime. Keep your head down, your eyes averted and your mouth shut. As an adult, I understand the importance of speaking out. If I had made more attempts to contact law enforcement, I’d have been a lot better off. Maybe some more lives could have been saved in the long run too.
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That’s a pretty complicated question. As I’ve mentioned before, I only understand feminism as it exists in the human world.
See, just as women traditionally only held jobs like nurses and teachers in the past, stallions traditionally only worked as things like soldiers or laborers. They would risk life and limb with no hope of branching out into a safer or less physically extensive field. And of course, just like in the human world, mares have always been free to carry whatever job they want, even if mare soldiers were ridiculed the same way human male nurses are.
These divides still exist. They’re more subtle now, but you can look around any given town and see it; most of the ponies walking around are fillies because the most of the colts joined the military. And since mares don’t really get sick during pregnancy, this whole stay-at-home-mother thing never happened in our world.
In that way, I can sympathize with feminism the same way I sympathize with colt rights movements. It’s not fair for one sex to have an advantage and something needs to be done. What I can’t do is say I can relate to either, or that I fully understand it. I’ve felt out-of-place and rejected, sure, but never for being a filly.
Stallions may be physically stronger than mares, but a kick from an out-of-shape unicorn mare is still going to do some real damage. Even after everything that’s happened to me, I’m not afraid to go out alone at night. I might have some mental scars or knee-jerk reactions, but I don’t even think about it unless it’s brought up. I think we ponies have an easier time in that regard because of our physiology, and that in turn gives us a psychological advantage.
There’s a lot more I could say, but this is already getting pretty long.
I support equality.
Delightful, considering I used to be forced into theft.
Dragons stay at bay because of our magically capable numbers, but back before the formation of Equestria even pegasus and earth ponies were capable of deterring dragons.
And the only strength leaders possess is what their followers give them. Griffon history is the perfect example of what happens when leaders take advantage of their subjects. Riddled with assassinations, rebellions, and governments overthrown overnight. Why? Because their leaders don’t respect the power their followers possess, which is far greater than their own. And those followers remove them.
Even Princess Celestia only rules over us because we allow her to do so. Even with her being immortal to anything we’re capable of, she and Princess Luna could still be removed from power. Our numbers and individual strength are far too great to defend against.
Leadership is only a byproduct of society, and society is formed around ponies working together to specialize in their craft, field, or talent. Unity is our strength.
I think I first met him when he first made a tumblr. I was a little unnerved, but I gave him a chance and he turned out to be a nice bear. Until he was possessed by something wicked, that is. He was terrifying! He looked like a demon! I don’t remember how, but somepony reversed that and he went back to normal.
But I’d read what he’d say and occasionally we’d talk. I think we first formally met at a party or two. I know he helped look for Sweetie when she ran away. He slowly became a friend.
But occasionally somepony would ask him a question on tumblr about having a crush on somepony and I thought “There’s no way. Absolutely no way.” But the more I rolled it around in my head, the more it seemed to make sense. I thought about just leaving it alone, but I sat down and asked myself, “What does this really mean?”
“A bear has a crush on me. Is this a bad thing?” I had no reason to mind. He’s always been a sweetheart to me. I had went on a date with somepony else not long before hoof, but he was always really busy and it didn’t seem to be going anywhere.
“Would this work… physically?” I had to look up some stuff I never thought I’d have to look up to answer that. Measure and calculate some things that almost seem comical at this point.
“If it doesn’t work out, could we still be friends?” Admittedly he doesn’t always come off that way, but for the most part he’s more of the calm, logical-type. It’s a good possibility we’d be friends even if we couldn’t be a couple.
“Is it really worth a shot? Is there any reason why trying would be a bad idea?” I could think of only one or two, and I think I remember asking them when I first confronted him about a date. Which is what happened next- I just asked him if I was the pony he had a crush on and he said yes. Everything else just grew after that night. Slow at first, but here we are today.
It’s strange thinking about it now. I don’t know the exact date, but it’s coming on a year now since we became a couple. … So much has happened and yet I’m still left wondering where all the time has gone.
As with all real forces within our world, magic must abide by the rules in which our world is comprised. Magic has the potential to do anything; it will never be able to do everything. And even if it could, why would we want it to? The kind of destructive nature magic of that magnitude could have in the wrong hooves would be apocalyptic.
This is why we have hospitals. This is why we still have to grow food. This is why houses take more than a day to build and why death is still a threat.
Fantasy and magic are two different things, but it seems like sometimes ponies forget that.
1) Nope. When Equestria was founded by the new-found peace of pegasus, earth, and unicorn ponies it was a land without society. The only species that inhabited it were globally considered either animals or monsters in that they possessed no societarian structure.
2) Tried is a good word for it, considering the only reason America won was due to Britain being forced to focus completely on the French Revolution happening right next door.
No, the mere act and date of your country winning its freedom holds no real significance. It’s what the nation has done in the centuries following that mattered.
3) It was no coincidence. I moved to Ponyville on the day before the Summer Sun Celebration, because of the Summer Sun Celebration. That marked the end of my temporary position as an ambient musician in Canterlot. Everything had already been prearranged. I had no idea Twilight was moving here too, and neither did she, until after the Nightmare Moon incident.
4) That name sounds suspicious.
5) If this is a reference, I’m not following.
6) You’re a hateful creature for sending something like this.
7) Never heard of the genre. I’ve seen metafictional elements used time after time in other works, but never one dedicated to it.
Unless you count Mystery Science Theater 3000.
This is not new information. If you added up all the time I should have served in correctional facilities…
…
I remember the second time I was arrested, Princess Celestia herself came to release me. The first time she thought it was a mistake, but this time… The look she gave me… I tried to explain, but all she said was, “We are responsible for our own actions.”
… Maybe that’s true, but I didn’t see any way out at the time. I did everything in my power to not get caught after that. Anything to not see that look from her again… It’s one thing for everyday ponies to be disappointed in you, but for the princess to be? That’s enough to make you wanna crawl into a corner and never get up.
1) B: I believe the whole point of Lyra leaving somepony else in charge of her blog was to allow her and the bear to have some time together. Wouldn’t make a whole lot of sense if he was the one answering for her, now would it?
B: You may refer to me as B. Or Bee of you feel like unnecessarily spelling something out for no reason.
2) B: Oh, that was a special occasion. We met in a dimly-lit, classy little alleyway where I dragged her, at the time, skinny little [omitted] out of an open window and arrested her for breaking-and-entering and attempted theft. She didn’t put up much of a struggle; I think I may have hurt her pride a little more than her tailbone from that landing. Oh, and imagine my surprise when I discovered she was a repeat offender.
Lyra Edit: I still remember your sweet, sweet eyes that evening. I wanted to tear them out of your skull.
1) B: Slim, though the possibility does exist. As early as in a year or so, in fact. Somewhat recently a chief justice was married and subsequently asked why she took her husband’s last name. Her reply was very interesting, to the many present who were not aware. As a filly she was emancipated from her abusive parents and she choose to drop her last name to distance herself from them. Under current law, she had no alternative but to take her husband’s last name in order to marry. And to quote her, “Were my husband and I to have both retracted our surnames, marriage between us would have become a legal impossibility.” If you watch and listen to the video of the interview, you can easily hear somepony in the background quietly remark, “Well, that’s stupid.”
B: Every fire starts with a spark.
B: However, none of this is information Lyra doesn’t possess herself. But for her to accept this knowledge and willingly relay it to others would be accepting the possible repercussions it may one day carry. Our Lyra has never faired very well with the concept of hope. I assume I need not explain why.
2) B: Let’s see now… I believe it was: To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and then Lyra would likely not finish the quote and offer some wholly unnecessary remark about sexism.
B: Ordinarily if an intelligent being comes to Equestria seeking citizenship, they’d go through immigration. Pretty simple process. Barred from holding any government sanctioned position for a year, and within that year they must prove they’ve integrated into Equestrian society and are able to pay the tax. After that they’re an Equestrian citizen, free to bask in all the rights and protections that offers until such time that they are either unable to continue or prove themselves unfit as a citizen.
B: However, due to the changlings’ unique talent, things become much more complicated. Being unable to tell who may or may not have been involved in an attack against our nation, all changlings would have to be considered ex-criminals. They would be assigned a probation officer and a rehabilitation/reintegration councilor. The process of rehabilitation and reeducation would last as long as necessary- possibly a year, possibly more. After proving they’re able to behave within Equestrian borders, the process to become a citizen could begin.
B: Of course, you don’t have to live in Equestria as a citizen. There’s nothing illegal about being unregistered and without a temporary visa. However, you’re prohibited from engaging in any government related activities, like voting or receiving a permit, and are not protected under Equestrian law. If you’re not a citizen and you get mugged in broad daylight with a hundred witnesses, you do not possess the right to press charges. Somepony else would have to do it for you.
We shouldn’t, because we’re better than that.
And yeah. I know exactly how close we came to being utterly destroyed. Not even. Like I said, we’d have been a lot worse off, pony’s lives were in jepordy, but we were never in danger of being taken over.
The public seems to forget too often that for one thousand years the Elements of Harmony were unusable. Think for five seconds about all the times Canterlot and Ponyville alone have been attacked in the last two years. If they- the elements, were the only line of defense we had, how would we have survived that long? Princess Celestia is a fair and just ruler, but she’s not a fighter. Not a defender. Up until a few weeks ago I’d just assumed the rumor that she’d taken a vow of non-violance was true.
Here’s a little secret. By the time Princess Cadance had freed Shining Armor and he had used his barrier to repel the changlings, the treasury holding the Elements of Harmony had been secured again. There was a unit starting its way to the throne room. Could they have stopped Chrysalis where Princess Celestia had failed? Probably not. But they could have freed and empowered Shining Armor and Princess Celestia faster than Chrysalis could have bat them down.
That’s not even counting the group that was advancing to awaken Princess Luna.
Equestria’s safety does not rest on a needle’s point. We don’t resort to acts of cruelty because we’re stronger and better than those that do.
1) Really? All the things you humans know about us; all the perverse stuff you write and draw and you don’t even know something basic like that?
Our “naughty bits” mesh when not in use. Male sheath retracts into the body and the left and right walls of the opening close together the same way the female opening and anus do. The mesh is almost perfect on it’s own and fur coat covers the rest. That’s it.
2) Who now?
3) I’ll have to come back to it later again. I have a commission to do!
4) Yeah, I don’t think it would have mattered. You preformed a successful hug anyway.
