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or there was never any government to start with :nock:

i see her as kind of a benevolent but fantastically misguided dictator; managing the weather, animals, sun and moon rising etc basically the whole world is one big five year plan world needs order i am the only intelligent one etc nopony really thinks they're evil and if they do then they're just being silly (i.e. stupid evil) and this is usually where celestia is a tyrant stories fall short (p.s. if you follow that myers-briggs chart for ponies then i = celestia, and i have no doubt i would be this sort of ruler if i had never gone to the dark side)

>cracks open favourites let's see.... what ridiculous nonsense can i subject you people to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOsgqG5OOlM http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6iSk9vsK_E http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mj6QqCH7g0Q http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mtfb4m6xGCA (DON'T JUDGE ME :C) think that's about enough for now lols ps just for dusty so he doesn't think i'm trolling him (too much)

Adiga sha?

oh my yes mort takes a holiday is lolzy if a bit rough

i'm contributing to necromancy augh it burns

i found feeling pinkie keen really contrived and that's all im gonna say about that

Dixie hopped neatly down from the carriage's interior, glad for the mercifully short ride to be over. She laid her coin purse on the carriage's step and drew her head out of the loop that had held it securely against her. Unsnapping the cover, she found enough bits to cover her fare, plus a polite tip, and was soon packed up and ready for downtown Trottingham. She tried not to look like a country bumpkin as she set about looking at what the shops had to offer; she had no interest in purchasing anything at the moment, but it would be useful to know of good social venues should she need them. She was certain the servants already knew where to procure everything they needed, and did not concern herself with the necessities of life; she was also quite certain that the deals they could sniff out were far better than the ones here in the cosmopolitan city's centre, the offerers of which seemed intent upon whisking away her bits with all manner of enticements. She had noted a couple cafés that had caught her eye, and was about to move from the square to some other place to investigate (and hopefully to find a theatre, or perhaps an opera house; she did so enjoy the opera), when the sounds of music drifted to her from somewhere. She turned, seeking it out, and saw near the fountain at the centre of the roundabout a copper-coated mare strumming away at a guitar. She strained to hear what she was playing over the hubbub of a busy day--hooffalls, carts clattering on the stone, vendors hawking their wares and newscolts their papers, and the general incomprehensible din of conversations muddled together--but found she could only hear snatches at irregular intervals. She was frustrated in her attempts, and though she could scarcely tell if the player was good or not, carefully made her way across the street anyway, and found herself standing nearby--and also found, to her great pleasure, that the musician wasn't bad at all. She didn't seem to be playing anything in particular at the moment, or at least nothing Dixie recognised. That was quite all right with her, however, and she was content to stand for a time and listen, whiling the afternoon away.

the music in the first few minute or so of this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fHjdst3plU 8)

Part 1 is more or less written. I don't know how many more parts I want to break this up into; I'll just have to keep going and see. I'm sorry for it being kind of melodramatic, but it does get happier later! Promise! edit: scrapped for being way too close to another story that does this much better

redwall i'd never admit to reading them everything else would probably be put down to me just being "weird" also i read dictionaries too (see above) a lot of the things in this thread are actually awesome and i wouldn't be ashamed to admit i liked them like starship troopers that's like saying full metal jacket is a guilty pleasure i mean come on

*yay*

[Huzzah? Huzzah. Huzzah!] Dixie watched the countryside roll away outside the carriage, looking for something halfway interesting, if only so she no longer focused entirely on the miserable sensation of being jostled wildly by every protuberance and depression in the highway. Long ago she had given up trying to pass the time by reading when her novel had flown out of her grasp and come unceremoniously crashing down on her head. She was having the worst fortune with this course, and, exasperated, turned to her zebra maidservant, Bonnie. Doubtless she was as put off by the ride as anypony else, but kept her face masterfully peaceful. "Oh," sighed Dixie dramatically, slumping over. "I just can't fathom why we must endure this simply dreadful road. Can no one keep anything in good repair?" she asked rhetorically. Bonnie, long-suffering and patient, calmly replied to her employer and friend. "It does us good, Miss Dixie, to save every bit that we may. Besides, had we taken a chariot, we would have had to pay for two carriages." Dixie groaned, laying her head against a pile of luggage. "Well, yes," she admitted, in a tone that said she knew she was being petulant and unreasonable, but would continue doing so regardless. "But I never expected it to be so awful!" Bonnie merely rocked her ankles to the side, and canted her head. Dixie was in a mood, and was therefore beyond sense. The grey mare was, in fact, just about to launch into a renewed diatribe about the inefficiencies of this borough, spurred into greater public spirit by the zebra's indifference, when the carriage changed direction and the ride smoothed considerably. "Oh!" exclaimed Dixie, clopping her hooves together happily, her former displeasure vanishing like mist before the sunrise. "I suppose we're quite close, then!" And indeed, they were. Trottingham's outskirts began creeping into the view of the passengers, swiftly rising to the city proper. The city was built organically, and so the carriage ride bypassed completely the lower-class houses and industrial heart of Trottingham (iron, Dixie remembered, although the fledgeling industry of steel was beginning to make inroads into both the city's and the country's economy with the development of Equestria's rail system, to the eternal consternation of iron magnates who refused to change for one reason or another; this latter part she did not recall, because she had no interest in it, but it was nonetheless quite true), and moved through the middle-class houses and shops, before the mares arrived at 223 Purebred Street, where they would be staying with Dixie's Aunt Columbia. Fortunately for Dixie, her aunt was away on a holiday of her own, and would not be returning for at least another two months, giving Dixie just enough time to cement her place in Trottingham. After all, she reasoned, if Aunt Columbia saw just how much she was already invested in the place, particularly if she had made some friends, she could be coaxed to a more favourable position regarding her deception. But there was the tricky part: she was in Trottingham, ostensibly, to attend the prestigious finishing school and polish off her already extraordinarily fine (if she was uncouth enough to say so herself) etiquette, but Dixie had concocted the story to hide from her parents her real ambition of applying and getting accepted to and, eventually, graduating from, the University of Trottingham with her degree in teaching, while they paid for her tuition. Admittedly, fully half of the reason for her decision was to escape the clutches of that repugnant wretch, Farcy Ditzwilliam, whom Dixie's father had decided was the best fit as her husband, as apparently decreed by Fate herself. Farcy, and indeed the Ditzwilliam family, had no qualms about this arrangement; Dixie was less than pleased. She forced herself not to go into a mental inventory of the stallion's faults, but suffice it to say he was not very pleasant. Dixie stood outside the carriage, mulling over these thoughts for what must have been the thousandth time that day alone, when Bonnie nudged her gently with her hoof. "Miss Dixie, shall we go inside?" she encouraged, trying to nose her along. Dixie pondered this. "No," she finally answered. Bonnie blinked, surprised; Dixie grinned, pleased that she had stunned her normally imperturbable friend. "I think I shall try and figure this place out. There will be plenty of time for the house." She turned and, putting on her most heart-winning face, smiled. "Shall you join me?" Bonnie was unfazed, but laughed quietly anyway. "No. I will stay here and make sure things are settled." She gestured wordlessly to the young colts from the house moving their things inside. Now it was Dixie's turn to shrug. "Well, suit yourself," she said, at once disappointed and grateful that someone was there to manage the drudgery. "I'll be back before dusk, I think. But I hope you'll come next time, Bonnie. You really must socialise," she insisted, suddenly quite softspoken. It would do you good, and I'm sure the ponies here are much nicer, she wanted to add, but, thinking it pressing the issue, thought better of it and cut herself off. Bonnie had little chance to respond before Dixie affectionately nudged her neck with her nose, and turned to walk away, the spring in her step restrained but still noticeable. Bonnie sighed, rolled her eyes, smiled, and turned to her administrations.

Oh, I had already planned on that, to subvert possible expectations. I guess now that little tweest will be obvious, but oh well.

tangled up in blues is the best mlp story i've read midnight shadow's sadfics, bad dreams and the creature that came to ponyville are very good somewhere only we know, second impressions and a study In rainbows were good; for some reason i remember carousel being just okay but not exactly what it could have done better of the unfinished ones (or ones i haven't finished), the lingering nightmare and silent ponyville are enjoyable; tabluna rasa and to trot a mile In another's hooves sound interesting if the chicacolt code ever updated i'd be all over it btw and then she exploded twice is hooves down the most hilarious thing ever

incidentally, i think this is the first pony image i really noticed (warning hnnnggh and implied shipping)

Didn't you know Zid? Tales is an Internet Elemental. She is made of Internet. WOAH! Was she born that way, or did she become one? Can I be one too? it takes many, many years of dedicated study also the process completely strips away your innocence, trust and sense of empathy

>inhales expectantly >hopes are crushed ;_; no but really :v i was hoping the wild anachronisms in the show would help me justify this (and although i didn't need to include 'alabamare', the pun was just too good to pass up) also, thank you !

The first one you watched was art of the dress? I'm surprised your didn't quit! i've been a fan of musicals ever since i saw joseph's technicolor dreamcoat when i was like four

people on my watchlist on furaffinity kept posting fanart and oc commissions month after month so i decided to look on youtube found art of the dress i rue the day

rarity pony best pony :3 But Trixie! I'll make an intelligent comment about Trixie soon. i dunno about trixie i see WAY too much of myself there to be sure i'm being unbiased

rarity pony best pony :3

art thou earnest youtube videos (anyway the ones i watched) are rly rly bad quality compared to dvd 1080p resolution go go go! MUST HAVE ABSURD RES SCREENSHOTS

most interesting thing yet hum witnessed vodka iv eeeeyup