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Four wheeler accident. I intersected the gravel driveway, lost control of the vehicle, and bumped into my sister's car, thus flinging me foreword, and hit my right arm hard against the handle bars. Thankfully, I only hit the tire of the car, so I didn't make a dent. It left a dark rubber smudge, however.

On today's episode of My Little Pony Friendship is magic,

Oh god, I can't believe I forgot about those shorts.

Sounds like my old school. My mom was talking to me at the time when I was watching the show (I think it was something about my sister's car breaking down). Right when I heard words leave Derpy's mouth, I completely flipped out. My mom was so confused. But on topic, I was introduced to the show in February of 2011. Someone I knew was talking about it in the chatroom of a site I went to, and decided to check the show out on youtube, having no knowledge of the growing popularity at the time. I enjoyed the first two episodes, and added the episodes to my favorites, seeing myself watching more of the show in the not-so distant future. I scrolled down to see the ratings. Having no faith in the youtube community, expected most of the feedback to be negative, filled with bias that It's a show for little girls. When I saw that there were far more likes than dislikes, I was like "Now what's going on here? o.o"

Cutesy Blue looked back down. "It's been three years or so since I've gone to town... But really, I guess I've always been like this. I've never been able to get along with other ponies when I was younger, and really, being in a place like this is pretty alien... I get out, but I don't go out to places where there are loads of people. Whenever I'm around strangers, I get the feeling that I'm doing something wrong... Am I in trouble?"

The blue unicorn didn't say anything for a few minutes, anxiety still getting the best of him. He turned to look at the hippocamp, but not directly at him. Cutesy Blue answered silently "I was spooked..." He was looking for anything else he could say, though not sure if he needed to, or even should go into more detail. "I'm very sorry... I'm not used to this kind of excitement." Cutesy Blue felt pretty stupid as he made those words leave his mouth. He expected the hippocamp to stare at him questioningly, for Cutesy Blue knew it must be hard for many ponies to consider a normally daily routine to be any sort of 'excitement'.

Cutesy Blue stood there for a second, not sure how he could possibly tackle this situation, let alone how to react to it. He would've never expected a complete stranger to bail him out on one of the worst situations he has ever been in. It could easily be considered that Celestia herself sent him to save his hide. Still, even if Celestia made the situation better, it was still pretty bad. Cutesy Blue wasn't sure he should follow this stranger. It didn't help that the pony was a creature that he had never seen before. 'What should I do? What should I say?' Cutesy Blue made his decision, and slowly trotted towards him. He didn't dare look back as he did so. For the short time going through this stomach lurching experience, he didn't think that he would ever want to go back outside into the market place, but anywhere is better than in here.

Cutesy Blue kept staring at the shelf for a good five minutes, in his own little yet overwhelming world.'Oh Luna, think Blue, think!' The blue unicorn looked up to see just what he was looking for. A mop packaged that just said 'MOP'. Cutesy Blue smiled, but before he could stand back up... "Um, hello? What are you doing just sitting ther-" Before the pony speaking to Cutesy Blue could finish her sentence, Cutesy Blue yelped, started by the sudden voice next to him. As suddenly as he cried out, he flinched violently, slamming himself against the shelf behind him, causing it to fall over, causing a loud 'CRASH'. Cutesy Blue turned around anxiously to see what he had done, the other side of the store was a mess, cleaning products spilled all over the floor, and severed broom handles could be seen sticking out from under the shelf. Cutesy Blue just stood there, his eyes widening 'Oh, look what you've done now, Blue...' "You're going to have to pay for all this, you know." Said a clerk pony at the counter at the other side of the shop in a very stern voice. Cutesy Blue now stood frozen, trying to hold back tears.

Cutesy Blue's parents waved bye to him as he trotted down the steps the hill laid out. Cutesy Blue looked down, not making eye contact to the ponies that were doing work on their yards which laid out on the side of the steps separated by a few feet of pony-made leveled terrain. This was way out of Cutesy Blue's comfort zone, having his hooves cover cobblestone road where many other ponies had stepped on. As Cutesy Blue reached closer to town, the more nauseous he felt. He began to hear uninterpretable mutters of dozens of townsfolk. Before he knew it, he was in the marketplace. Cutesy Blue tried to calm himself down as he lifted his head to read the signs that hung over the doors. It took him a moment, but in the distance, he saw a sign that said 'Bradie's cleaning utilities'. Cutesy Blue trotted slowly, trying desperately not to rub against other ponies' coats. He made it to the doorstep of the shop, and hurtled right in, anxious to get away from the crowd. To Cutesy Blue's relief, the shop had very few ponies. He signed in relief, and trotted over to the shelves... only to be met by another conflict. Cutesy Blue was overwhelmed by how many choices and alternatives there were for cleaning utensils and products. All he needed were some mops, ammonia, bleach, wrags, and sponges, sure, but there were so many kinds made by so many other companies! Cutesy Blue sat there, dumbfounded.

Cutesy Blue woke up as late as the midafternoon. He had no schedule in his lifestyle, and thus there was no need to control when he went to sleep, and when to awaken. Yawning, he climbed out of bed, rubbing his eyes with his rather thin forelegs. He looked around the circular room, to him, as well as many other ponies I might add, the room was rather plain. The bed in which he sat on laid across from the room on the opposite side of the door, which lead to the staircase downward into the kitchen. Aside from the bed were two bookshelves that stood closely next to each other, another shelf on the other side however, sat by itself. Next to the door was a worn wooden chest, containing certain equipment that he either used on a daily routine, or never. Cutesy Blue ignored the chest for the time being, and entered the staircase. Trotting downstairs, he was greeted by the same, messy, cluttered, vile surfaced kitchen. His parents had no time to clean the place, as they were all very busy ponies. He hardly would clean the kitchen himself, only washing the dishes twice to quadruple a week. Despite Cutesy’s irresponsibility; being home all day and all, he was far from lazy, more or less just unmotivated, and unconfident. With his spare time, he took strolls in the wilderness outside of Solstice Heights, drew when he felt inspired, crafted simple tools, and practiced magic for minor conveniences such as lifting objects, or breaking something open. Whenever he saw an unclean area in the house, he always asked himself three questions: Does the condition of the area give me an allergic reaction? Is the condition of the area making me feel ill? Does the condition of the area make me unhappy? If all of them marked ‘No’, then he left it be. Dirty dishes, and vile smelling garbage are two great examples of objects that answer one of those three key questions. Cutesy Blue didn’t have to care how the inside of the house looked. No one came to visit, and no one to look. His parents had to worry just as much as he did about the house’s cleanliness. His parents were very busy ponies, and did business up at Canterlot. Cutesy Blue doubted that anypony that worked with his parents would go through as much trouble as to visit one of their co-workers when they most likely have their hands full with other duties to attend to. That, and his parents probably would have automatically rejected the offer of a pony coming to visit their home. One pessimistic side of Cutesy thought that if that were the case, it would be because of him. Either way, it all boiled down to one thing. Cutesy Blue was his own island… A somewhat depressing, lonely island. Cutesy Blue looked over at the sink. It was once again filled with dishes to clean. He sighed. *** By the time Cutesy’s mother and father came home from their daily jobs, all the dishes in the house were spick and span, and had plenty of spare time to make a drawing that he left out on the counter. To the parents’ surprise he was improving. It was now evening and Cutesy Blue sat at the dining table, acknowledging his parents’ return. “You’re home early…” Cutesy said in a bored tone. His parents didn’t seem to mind. Cutesy Blue sounding unenthusiastic to everything was common for him. He didn’t mean to sound that way, he just did. He had other tones to go with his tone of boredom, but his natural tone seemed to be the most noticeable. “Yes, we thought we’d get off duty early today…” Cutesy’s Mother responded to his statement. “…to give you a few assignments.” Cutesy’s ears perked up. His initial thought was ‘What sort of assignments!?’ He couldn’t even remember any sort of assignment from before that had been important enough to skip the last third of work to see him. Cutesy Blue’s dad answered his question for him. “We thought that this house should be cleaned up to look nice and pretty. It’s a nice house, but It’s still pretty messy, and compared to the houses we go to in Canterlot, this place is a rather pigsty. Your mother and I just thought that we should try to make it so we can come home to a nice, clean house after work.” Cutesy Blue had been corrected of his previous misinterpretation that they simply didn’t care just like he did. Cutesy Blue didn’t respond, his ears lowered back down. He knew where this was going. “…So we thought “Maybe we should give Blue a bit of responsibility too while we’re at it. He’s home all day, after all.” And there it was, just like he had expected for him to say. Cutesy Blue shrugged. “All right then. What do you need me to do?” he replied calmly. “Well first…” His mother started, then pausing; showing that they haven’t actually thought of what to assign him. “Go out and get some cleaning supplies. We’re going to need a lot if we’re going to go through with this.” Now this wasn’t what Cutesy Blue expected. ‘…Out…? Dad can’t mean out in public!’ Cutesy Blue had never gone out in public by himself before, let alone gone out in public for three years, despite it not being too far away. Cutesy’s father approached him, and lifted out a pouch of bits from his saddlebag with his horn. “Here’s fifty bits. This should be enough for all the supplies you need. We’re going to need a new set of mops, brooms, cloths, sponges, ammonia, soap, bleach, and dye. Do you need a list?” Cutesy Blue shook his head. “Are you sure you want me to get the supplies? I mean…” His father interrupted. “Come on now. You’re old enough to go out on your own. We don’t expect you to stay home all day.” Cutesy Blue was speechless. He didn’t even consider the fact that he might be allowed to leave home by himself. Then again, would he really want to? Cutesy Blue thought to himself. All his life, he had trouble getting along, and socializing. Why would he risk humiliation by going out in public? Cutesy Blue shook his head, thinking that now was not the time for anxiety. “Is that a no?” His father asked, misinterpreting his headshake. “No! I mean… Yeah, no, that wasn’t a no.” Cutesy Blue responded, stuttering a bit. “Well, ­­­­what are you waiting for, then?” His mother found a place in the conversation. Cutesy Blue gulped.

That doesn't explain the ballet buffaloes. EDIT: Gah! Ninja'd.

The banner issue seems like a pet peeve to me, but It's understandable to me nonetheless, especially if the uploader reuploaded content from someone else without their permission.

I have mixed feelings about Ponibooru. I usually hate it and myself when I don't put every single kind of image from safe to explicit in spoiler thumbnail.

Fluttermac didn't make sense anyway. I don't even think they've even seen each other in the show, let alone talk to each other.

I was never a fan of FlutterMac. I've always preferred FlutterPie. Anyway, these episode synopsis are getting me hyped, especially Read It and Weep (I actually let out a long dramatic 'WHAT' when reading that synopsis). I didn't really want another Rainbow Dash episode, but this one sounds promising. Maybe it could be a make up for the Mare Do-Well episode.

If that's true, then my respect of Anonymous has dramatically dropped. On topic though, YouTube is going in the same direction as MyLittleBrony. YouTube was once a large open media video sharing site for you to Broadcast Yourself. Now YouTube is now just a counterpart of the Google search engine which is filled with attention seekers, and corrupt YouTube partners. I've gone on MyLittleBrony twice or thrice. It's nothing special, as I can find the same images uploaded on that site on either deviantart, ponibooru, or occasionally EquestriaDaily. It shouldn't have a banner added to every single image.

I would love to see an FiM movie, especially on the big screen. I just hope that if a thing were to happen, the same studio who did the show will still be in charge, especially since they know what we want to see most of the time. If they got an entire new staff sent from Hasbro, it could be another MLP LIVE. e.e Considering that Hasbro is a big company, and HAS released movies in theatures that are targeted towards little girls, I'd say It's probable, though I think Hasbro is still paranoid about their profit and how they market things after the financial failure of G3.5 (and yes, even the little girls hated G3.5 according to a friend of mine who's been a fan of MLP before G4). I think It's easy to say that if it were released in theatures, it could be a financial success as long as bronies aren't closeted. It would also be a good way to meet up with other bronies.

Also, just a warning, welovefine shirts damage REAL easily in the wash. They will inevitably wear out until the Fluttershy on the shirt is unrecognizable. So I suggest wearing it only on occasion. You see, the welovefine doesn't ink in the picture. Instead the picture on the T-shirt is just a layer of plastic that isn't well protected.

I got a Fluttershy shirt from Welovefine before. It's a light blue shirt with Fluttershy going 'yay'. I would wear it in public, but when I first got it, my dad discouraged me saying that I might give out the wrong message that I'm either homosexual, or open to have sex with much older men, and that I could either get raped, or get a beer bottle thrown at me by a redneck. Note that at the time he had no knowledge of the brony fandom at the time, and was confused why I was wearing a Fluttershy T-shirt in the first place. Either way, It's probably not a good idea to wear a Fluttershy T-shirt in public anyway with or without the brony fandom as I live in the southeast, where bronies are unfortunately unheard of. However, I am allowed to wear another T-shirt in public that has the Mane six on it with text captioning "JOIN THE HERD" on it. My parents have no problem with letting me wear that in public.

Maybe Flim and Flam wins, but lets the Apple family keep the farm out of sympathy.

I can understand that you don't want to spoil anything, but can you at least give us a brief synopsis?

^True, but I'm pretty sure the ponies wouldn't sell as well if the pony's anatomy were 100% accurate.