Popping in to say... · 4:50pm Dec 24th, 2017
1) Holidays exist, and I hope y'all have some nice ones.
1) Holidays exist, and I hope y'all have some nice ones.
TL;DR: This story had a lot of problems, so I rewrote it from scratch. It's now better in pretty much every way, but it will require any existing readers to restart from the beginning. The story includes many changes and new scenes that will leave any reader who does not do so lost. I apologize and understand if this upsets anyone who has been following the story, but I feel it to be necessary for this story to meet the standards I want it to.
This blog was commissioned by Multiversecruise.
Nowadays everybody wants to fuck Sunset Shimmer until their naughty parts become clean again, so it’s somehow redeemed, but when it first came out EQG was something like Pony Satan. It was a bad movie that, judging by our reaction, was going to burn our crops and murder our children. It ruined the cartoon horses. Everything was doomed.
Well, sort of. The fridge broke so I had to clean it out. Other than that, today's been pretty chill. This guy from Jesus camp wanted to hang out today, but I couldn't go because my brother was moving. The good news is that my friend is coming over Friday night! So far, the hooch has been looking pretty good. The balloon inflated throughout the day yesterday, and you could hear the bubbles if you listened carefully. Today, it stayed the same size. It will be ready
But Yaks no destroy because it was still pretty okay
This happened.
This is an actual conversation that happened. Slightly edited and streamlined to be easier to read, but accurate nonetheless. I am legitimately this fucking dumb. But, shit, might as well be me who tells the story.
Aragón: and then my pharmacist asked my sister if I'm always “like this”
Aragón: which I honestly took as a compliment?
Aragón: but I guess I technically can’t go back to that place anymore
This just happened. This is real, I'm not kidding, this is an actual true story. This has changed me.
Today I woke up to my neighbor gently jacking off his dog.
I just took a nap in my new house for the first time, and my neighbor was gently jacking off his dog under my window. I got out of bed, stretched my arms, and looked at the city of Barcelona with a big smile on my face, and my neighbor was gently jacking off his dog under my window.
Hi everybody!
I hope you've been having nice holidays if you celebrate them, and if you don't, I hope you've been having a wonderful week. Since it's very unlikely TEK will update before the year ends, and since my end of year blogpost won't be till later, I just wanted to share with y'all a comic ArcticWaters gave me for Xmas which is AMAZING and depicts the first time Twilight sees snow after a thousand years.
Putting it under the cut
Oh, watch him lie on his lounge, that old Aragón, that sharp fella. Covered in that velvet red robe of his, sipping idly from a cup of whiskey. There's a man you'd call a friend. There's a chap you'd call when there's trouble -- not because he can help, but he can stand there looking, make a witty quip.
You could kiss him, right now, but you won't. Because you know Aragón, that sharp fella. You know that cup looks like it's full of whiskey, but chances are, it's full of cum.
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If you’re like me, you’ve accepted the fact that writing is a constant exercise of forgetting and then re-learning the single most basic goddamn rules every time. Technical stuff is easy—hey, commas go here, semicolons go there, slap in the butt and go get ‘em, tiger—but conceptual stuff?
Pff, fuck me.
my mom was asking me for possible examples of what i mean when i said i wanted short hair
so i showed her this example of troye sivan
and then she started yelling at me "SEE THIS IS WHY YOUR FATHER AND I DONT WANT YOU TO GET SHORT HAIR LIKE THAT! BECAUSE IT'S GUY HAIR! THERE IS NO WAY I'D EVER LET YOU GET A HAIRCUT THAT LOOKS LIKE A GUY!"
and aaaaaaa that is very unpleasant
Fuck it. Here’s a thesis in two parts that literally nobody will like, ‘cause y’all fucking cowards.
Twice a week, I’m immortal, and my brain contains the entire fucking Universe. Alternatively, I die. Zero middle ground.
Let’s talk about stress, exhaustion, and the need for a creative outlet. But, you know, in a funny way.
ok so actually i might delete this
but do u remember in like december or whatever when i said i had a kinda bf
well i broke up with him
yeah
*pretends to listen to single ladies by beyonce*
*actually watches downton abbey like the dweeb i am*
It's either Google Adsense or Donating Money to the Site to keep it up.
You want your clop? Go to Derpibooru or R34 Paheal.
Need to rely on clickbait cover art to gather in the views on get on that precious Feature Box? How about actually practicing your writing so you can be proud of making top quality stories (or stories that you can care about)?
This site is ultimately about the stories, not the cover arts.
RIP My old laptop. My new one isn't completely set up yet and ready for writing, so I've got the old one up one last time. I typed over a million words on this thing, amassed hundreds of memes, bookmarked too many goddamn things, and fumed at poorly written Netflix drivel on this idiot hunk of plastic. I covered it with far too many stickers, let my cats near it far too many times, and dropped it once or twice. The keyboard is pretty funky too, if I do say so myself because everyone who has