featherquill

I think it's kind of hilarious that just before he said that, he was wearing a unicorn horn and ears.

although I have no idea why he was doing that.

Definitely Twilight Sparkle.

I'm hyper organized, I get panic attacks if I'm off my schedule, and I prefer the company of books to people. I have a small group of friends, but they're my only friends. And I'm completely happy this way.

Currently re-reading The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury.

I love all his books except Fahrenheit 451, which is ironic as that's the only one anyone else has heard of.

So is this an actual essay for school? If so, that's kinda neat

Yeah, it's for a linguistic anthropology class. It's an absolutely terrible class, I thought adding ponies would make it a little more interesting.

and Ponify is an app for some web browsers (I can't remember what besides Firefox) that changes text on websites to 'ponified' words. You can install it here: http://pterocorn.blogspot.com/2011/10/ponify.html

Love how you talk about us as if we are just plain wierd.

Not my intent, really, just trying to get into researcher mode so I can do this project.

The topic of the essay is to focus on a particular social group and the language used among the group. I've picked bronies because we do have our own language--'somepony' instead of 'somebody', 'hooves' instead of 'hands', etc.

I need quotes from members of this community for the essay, so I have some questions for you all.

1. Do you ever speak in this 'brony language' outside of the MLP fandom? Is this in other online communities or offline?

2. Does the way we speak to each other in the fandom have different grammatical rules than standard American English? (I use SAE because as far as I know the majority of bronies are American, feel free to talk about your own native language if I'm wrong)

3. Has using the 'brony language' affected the way you think? If you say somepony instead of somebody, are you reminding yourself to love and tolerate?

4. Have you used the Ponify app? How has that affected the way you interact with others online?

I would believe it, but it's this comment that makes me hesitant.

it actually isn't illegal, the police say that "it's her house and i have to abide by her rules, and she can do any means outside of child abuse" or something along those lines at least

No honest police officer would say that, and of course throwing a 15 year old kid out is illegal.

http://inspiredbyponies.blogspot.com/

Basically, I make things that are pony-inspired, and I post instructions on how to make them.

I'd give you pictures as examples but for whatever reason I tried posting this with pictures three times and it refused to go through, so you'll just have to visit the site to see what I do.

This Is Halloween from Nightmare Before Christmas is always a good one.

also this:

This is actually my first pony fanfiction. It was fun to write, and I just hope you like it.

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Cutie Mark Crusader Candy Collectors!

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“What if my special talent is trick-or-treating?” Sweetie Belle asked her sister. “What would my cutie mark be? Candy? A costume?”

Rarity laughed as she put the final touches on the little filly’s costume. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a pony with a talent for trick-or-treating.”

“Bon Bon has candy for her cutie mark,” Sweetie Belle replied.

“She makes candy, dear, that’s different,” Rarity said. “There, your costume’s all done. Would you like to put it on now?”

“Yeah!” The unicorn filly wiggled into her costume, a princess dress. Rarity floated a fake crown onto her head, and Sweetie Belle pranced around, showing off the costume.

“You look darling, Sweetie Belle,” her older sister said with a smile. “I’m certain you’ll get lots of candy.”

The door to the Carousel Boutique opened, and two other little fillies in costumes entered. Scootaloo was dressed as a mummy, and Apple Bloom was in a large round red costume.

“What are you?” Sweetie Belle asked her friend.

“I’m an apple,” the yellow filly replied in an embarrassed voice.

Sweetie Belle was silent for a moment, then said in an uncertain voice, “Okay, I can see it now.”

“It doesn’t matter what your costume is,” Scootaloo said. “Candy’s more important!”

“Yeah!” Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom cheered in unison.

Rarity looked over the fillies’ costumes and declared, “Girls, you all look adorable! Apple Bloom, would you like some help with your costume? Fit it a little better?”

“Uh-uh,” Apple Bloom said. “Applejack helped me make this. But, um, thanks.”

The older pony gave a kind smile. “Well, I hope you all have fun.” She walked over to her sewing machine to work on her own costume for the night.

“Thanks!” chorused the fillies before running out the door. The next instant, someone knocked on the door to the boutique. Rarity left her sewing to open the door and see the three young fillies standing there with their candy baskets. “Trick or treat!”

Rarity laughed, and floated pieces of candy from a bowl by the door into the baskets. “There you go, girls. Good luck tonight.”

As the girls headed away from the boutique, they could hear Rarity’s muffled voice from behind the door. “I do hope those girls get what they want tonight. But they’ll be scared, won’t they? Oh, I should hope so, that’s the point of Nightmare Night! Oh, but let’s not scare them too much…” her voice trailed off as she walked away from the door.

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo both glanced at Sweetie Belle. “Is your sister talking to herself?” Apple Bloom asked.

“I guess,” Sweetie Belle said unsurely. “She’s fine.”

“You sure?” Apple Bloom continued.

“Hey, if Sweetie Belle says her sister’s fine, then she’s fine,” Scootaloo said. “Now come on! We’re gonna be Cutie Mark Crusaders Trick-or-Treaters!”

“What about Cutie Mark Crusader Candy Collectors?” Sweetie Belle asked. “’Cause it’s got the C’s.”

“Yeah!” Scootaloo replied. “Cutie Mark Crusader Candy Collectors, go!”

The three fillies rushed off into town, eager to get more candy.

Their first stop was Sugarcube Corner. They agreed that they needed to get the best treats first, and it was clear that Pinkie Pie would have the best treats.

“Trick or treat!” they chorused on entering the shop.

“Oh, don’t you all look so precious,” Mrs. Cake said. She pushed a tray of freshly made cupcakes towards the fillies. “You can each have one. Or actually? Go ahead and have two. It’s Nightmare Might. I won’t tell anypony.” She punctuated her words with a conspiratorial wink.

Each of the ponies took two cupcakes—one for her basket, and one to eat right away. Scootaloo tried to take a third, but noticing Mrs. Cake’s eye on her, she pushed that extra cupcake back onto the tray.

“Where’s Pinkie Pie?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Mrs. Cake replied. “I think she’s out planning another party.”

“She doesn’t have any treats for trick-or-treating?” Apple Bloom asked in disbelief.

“Sorry, girls,” Mrs. Cake said. “I’m sure everypony else in town has some delicious treats for you, though.”

The trio shuffled out of the shop, a little disheartened. True, they’d get a lot of delicious treats, they knew that, but nopony had treats as good as Pinkie Pie’s. Yet right out of the shop, Scootaloo stopped short, making Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle bump into her.

“What is it?” Sweetie Belle asked, rubbing her horn.

“Pinkie!” Scootaloo replied. A strangely sad-looking Pinkie Pie stood in front of the girls.

“What’s wrong?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Nothing,” Pinkie Pie replied. She turned around, revealing a bowl of candy strapped to her back. “Go ahead and take a piece.”

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo each picked out a piece of candy, but Apple Bloom stubbornly remained where she was. “Pinkie Pie, something’s wrong.”

“I’ve got a lot to do tonight,” the pink earth pony replied glumly. She trotted off before Apple Bloom could grab any candy, but luckily for her, Scootaloo had gotten an extra piece. The pegasus dropped the candy in her friend’s basket.

“Something’s wrong with her,” Apple Bloom said.

“Only thing I noticed was her mane’s straight,” Scootaloo said. “That’s just part of her costume, right?”

“I don’t know,” Apple Bloom replied.

“Maybe she’s been turned into a zombie!” Sweetie Belle suggested. She held out her forelegs and staggered towards her friends on her hind legs, giving fake groans.

“She’s not a zombie,” Scootaloo said. “And you’re making ghost noises, anyways.”

“Am not!” Sweetie Belle replied. “That’s a zombie noise! A ghost noise is more like ‘wooo, wooo’.”

“Nuh-uh,” Scootaloo said, sticking out her tongue.

“Can we get going already?” Apple Bloom asked. “C’mon, let’s go to Rainbow Dash’s.”

Scootaloo instantly turned away from the argument on hearing her idol’s name. “Yeah!”

The trio arrived at Rainbow Dash’s house—or really, the spot under her cloud. There was a bowl of cookies on the ground with a sign ‘Please Take One’.

“Why isn’t she here?” Scootaloo asked.

“Who knows?” Apple Bloom replied as she took a cookie.

“I’m gonna go up there,” Scootaloo said.

“You sure you can fly all the way up there?” Sweetie Belle asked her friend.

“Uh-huh,” Scootaloo said, determined. “Rainbow Dash flies up there every day! If she can do it, so can I!” She braced herself, kicked off the ground, and flew a few feet into the air. Her wings flapped madly as she tried to keep herself aloft, but she soon fell back to the ground.

“You okay?” Apple Bloom asked.

Scootaloo nodded as she stood up. She looked up at Rainbow Dash’s house again, and noticed a brightly colored streak zoom out the door and zip across the sky. “Why can’t I do that?” she murmured.

“You will someday,” Sweetie Belle reassured. “Like me using my horn. Rarity says it’ll happen someday.”

“I wonder what Rainbow Dash is doing?” Apple Bloom asked, watching the pegasus pony fly circles through the clouds.

“Probably practicing,” Sweetie Belle said, craning her neck to look.

“But it’s Nightmare Night,” Apple Bloom insisted. “Why isn’t she handing out her candy?”

“Yeah,” Scootaloo agreed. “She wouldn’t abandon everypony just to practice. I think something’s wrong.”

“Something’s wrong with everypony!” Apple Bloom said. “Rarity was talking to herself, Pinkie Pie wasn’t smiling, and now Rainbow Dash isn’t giving out treats!”

“She didn’t totally abandon us,” Sweetie Belle pointed out. “She left the bowl here. Come on, let’s go to Twilight’s house. She’ll definitely be there.”

The trio headed off, Sweetie Belle leading. Apple Bloom lagged behind to quietly remark to Scootaloo, “I’m kinda scared.”

“It’s just ‘cause it’s Nightmare Night,” Scootaloo said. “I’m kinda scared too, but it’s gonna be fine.”

The three fillies arrived at the library. Apple Bloom raised her front hoof to knock on the door, but before she could, Twilight Sparkle poked her head out.

“Hi!” the purple unicorn exclaimed, a wide grin on her face. “You girls want some treats, don’t you?”

“Yeah!” chorused the fillies.

Twilight opened the door wider and pulled over a basket. She levitated three scrolls from it, and dropped one in each of the little pony’s baskets, talking to them as she did so. “Aren’t you having so much fun? I remember going trick-or-treating when I was your age.”

“Uh-huh, lots of fun,” Sweetie Belle said.

Scootaloo picked up the scroll from her basket. “This isn’t candy!”

“It’s better!” Twilight said. “It’s fresh parchment! I love the smell of it, don’t you?”

“Uh, yeah,” Sweetie Belle said unsurely as Scootaloo sniffed her parchment and stuck out her tongue in disgust.

“Well, I guess we better move on,” Apple Bloom said. “Before everypony else runs out of treats.”

“Oh, you don’t have to go yet,” Twilight said, her wide smile becoming even wider. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom both stepped a little closer to Sweetie Belle.

“I think we should go,” Scootaloo said. “Apple Bloom’s right, everypony will run out of treats if we don’t go.”

Twilight leaned close to the three little fillies, close enough that they could see something red stained around her mouth. “I think we can find some delicious treats right here.”

“We gotta go!” Apple Bloom cried. She ran away, her friends following close behind. When they were some distance away from the library, the fillies stopped to catch their breath.

“Why’d you run?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“I think Twilight’s a vampire!” Apple Bloom exclaimed. Scootaloo nodded in agreement.

Sweetie Belle laughed. “Vampires aren’t real. But there might be something wrong with Twilight…”

“She was gonna eat us!” Apple Bloom said.

“Yeah!” Scootaloo added. “Didn’t you see the blood on her mouth? She might’ve turned us into vampires too!”

“That was blood?” Sweetie Belle asked, shaking a little in fear. “You might be right!”

“Come on,” Scootaloo said. “Let’s go see Fluttershy. Everypony else is acting weird, but she’s always nice.”

“Yeah,” the other two fillies chorused.

The three headed to Fluttershy’s house, the walk calming them down a bit. By the time they arrived, they had concluded that nopony was a vampire, and they were just scared because of the night.

But when they knocked on Fluttershy’s door, another strange thing happened. The pegasus pony opened the door just a crack, pushing out a bowl of candy. “Happy Nightmare Night, girls,” she said.

“Why won’t you come out?” Sweetie Belle wondered.

“Oh, I can’t,” Fluttershy replied in her soft voice. “Not right now.”

“C’mon,” Scootaloo pleaded. “You can’t even see our costumes!”

“I-I’m sorry, girls,” the older pony said, agitation clear in her voice. “You need to go now.”

“Please?” the trio said together, drawing out the word into a whine.

“Go away!” Fluttershy snapped. The suddenness of her anger, especially from such a soft-spoken pony, startled the fillies. They were even more surprised when Fluttershy slammed the door shut, making a loud sound as she did.

“Okay, now we know something’s wrong with everypony,” Scootaloo said.

Just then, a loud wolf howl came from inside Fluttershy’s house.

“Why’s she got a wolf in there?” Apple Bloom wondered.

“What if she is the wolf?” Scootaloo said. “She could be a werepony!”

“That’s silly,” Sweetie Belle said. But another howl made the three jump.

“What are we gonna do?” Scootaloo asked.

Apple Bloom gasped as an idea struck her. “I know! Let’s go see Zecora!”

“But she’s in the Everfree Forest!” Sweetie Belle said. “We can’t go in there on Nightmare Night!”

“Zecora knows all about strange stuff like this,” Apple Bloom explained. “She’ll be able to help us!”

“We’ve been in there before,” Scootaloo said.

“And we almost got turned into statues!” Sweetie Belle pointed out.

Apple Bloom turned towards the forest behind Fluttershy’s house. “Well, I’m going. I know she can help us!” Saying so, she ran towards the forest.

“We can’t let her go alone,” Scootaloo told Sweetie Belle.

“Fine,” the unicorn filly said before chasing after her friend.

Apple Bloom was scared the instant she stepped into the dense forest. So she was relieved when, moments later, her friends joined her.

“Where does Zecora live?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Um…” Apple Bloom looked around the forest, trying to remember where the zebra’s hut was. “That way.”

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Scootaloo murmured as she followed Apple Bloom.

The three slowly walked through the forest, staying close to each other. They heard a ker-ack from behind them, so all three turned around to see what had made the noise. They continued backing up, until the three tails bumped up against something. Terrified now, they all screamed.

“What brings you to the forest tonight?” Zecora asked, calming down the ponies when they recognized her. “It is no wonder you are in such a fright!”

“We need your help!” Scootaloo cried. “Everypony in town is acting really weird and scary!”

“It is Nightmare Night, so you must be wary,” the zebra warned, “but remember, little ponies, not everything is scary.”

“How can we get everpony back to normal?” Apple Bloom asked.

Zecora just smiled. “Calm down, Apple Bloom, they will do you no harm. All you should do is go back to your farm.”

“That’s it?” Apple Bloom asked.

Zecora nodded.

Apple Bloom turned to her friends. “Let’s go back! Maybe Applejack can help us. I hope she’s okay…”

“She’ll be fine,” Sweetie Belle reassured. “Thanks, Zecora!”

The three fillies dashed off, eager to get out of the forest. They ran all the way to Sweet Apple Acres, getting a little more anxious with each step. They quickly ran past all the ponies in costumes in town, scared of each one.

Finally, they arrived at the farm. Apple Bloom caught sight of her siblings in the barn. Big Macintosh was setting up some spooky decorations, while Applejack stood to the side with a rope between her teeth.

As the three fillies approached this scene, Applejack let go of her rope, causing a large bushel of apples to fall directly on Big Macintosh’s head. The colt fell to the floor, and Applejack let out a rather evil-sounding laugh.

Apple Bloom, realizing that her own sister was caught in whatever was making everypony act scary and now her brother might be really hurt, started to cry. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo joined her in wailing in fear.

Applejack heard the three fillies crying and walked over to them. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Y-you hurt Big Macintosh!” Apple Bloom sobbed. “And everypony’s been acting really scary tonight and now you are too!”

Applejack knelt beside her little sister. “Aw, don’t cry. The apples are just balloons, he ain’t hurt. Right, Big Mac?”

Big Macintosh stood up, shaking off some of the ‘apples’, which now the fillies realized were floating away. “Eeyup.”

“Bu-but Fluttershy’s a werepony and Twilight’s a vampire and Pinkie Pie’s a zombie!” Apple Bloom cried.

“Why would you think that?” Applejack asked.

“Everypony’s been acting really strange,” Scootaloo said.

Applejack just laughed. “I think I get it. Come on out, everypony!”

All the ponies that the fillies had been so scared of earlier emerged from where they had been hiding around the barn. All together, smiling, in costumes, nopony looked as scary.

“What’s going on?” Sweetie Belle demanded.

“A party!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed. Her mane was back to its normal curly state. “’Cause it’s your first time trick-or-treating alone, so I said we had to have a party to celebrate it!”

“Why didn’t you tell us earlier?” Scootaloo asked.

“’Cause it was a surprise!” Pinkie said. “And I didn’t want to ruin it for you, so I had to act sad like that. It was hard.”

Twilight Sparkle stepped forward and said to the fillies, “I’m sorry if I scared you, girls. I just didn’t want you to get to the party too early.”

“But you had blood on your mouth!” Apple Bloom cried, still keeping a few feet away from the lavender unicorn.

“What?” Twilight asked. “Oh, no! That was berry juice. I was having a snack before you came.”

“What about Fluttershy?” Scootaloo asked. “Isn’t she a werepony? She’s not even here!”

“I’m here,” Fluttershy said quietly, stepping out from behind a bale of hay. “I’m so sorry I yelled at you. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I was helping a wolf with a sore paw, and I didn’t want him to hurt you.”

Scootaloo nodded, although warily. “That still doesn’t explain Rainbow Dash and Rarity!”

“How was I acting strange?” Rarity asked as she stepped forward.

“You were talking to yourself,” Apple Bloom said. “That ain’t normal.”

Rarity laughed. “Oh, I always talk to myself when I’m sewing. It helps me concentrate.”

“But what about Rainbow Dash?” Scootaloo insisted.

“Yeah, where is she?” Twilight wondered, looking around the barn. Interrupting her final word, a rainbow-colored streak flew through the barn doors. Rainbow Dash slowed down and hovered above the other ponies’ heads.

“Hey guys,” she said brightly.

“Why weren’t you handing out candy?” Scootaloo demanded.

“Sorry,” Rainbow said, smiling. “But I had to get busy so I’d be ready for the party! Come on outside, I’ll show you what I was working on.” After she was done talking, she flew back out of the barn. The other ponies trotted out to see what she was talking about.

In the sky, there were clouds pushed together to form the shape of a pumpkin with a silly face on it. The blue pegasus pony flew up above the image, and kicked a hole in the clouds above it, letting moonlight shine through and illuminate the pumpkin. The other ponies let out gasps of excitement at the sight.

“This is the best Nightmare Night ever!” Scootaloo cried. Her friends eagerly nodded in agreement. “Let’s have a party every year!”

“Forget every year, let’s have a party every day!” Pinkie Pie said.

“You already do that, Pinkie,” Twilight remarked as she walked over to the fillies. “But for you little ponies? I think we can do this again next year.”

With a cheer, the three fillies went off to enjoy the party. They were happy to realize that Nightmare Night wasn’t so scary after all.

For school, I'm reading Hamlet.

For myself, I'm rereading Choke by Chuck Palahniuk,

Mostly I'm a student, but I don't get money from that, so I'm also a cashier at McDonald's.

I'm getting into freelance writing, which is nice because I don't really have to work under anyone, but the work I get is very little. Hopefully after I graduate, I'll get more.

I'm not sure about the movie, but I really want to see the play.

This may not suit me in real life but whenever I try to walk dramatically I always have the imperial death march playing inside my head even though I'm less than imposing.

I walk around listening to this on my iPod because it actually makes me hold my head up and be a little more present. Otherwise I'm the look at the ground, go out of my way to avoid bumping into anyone kind of person.

I've never done anything, but I've been told I have a good voice, so I'd like to try and help if I can.

I also can write some, but I've never written anything pony. Kind of new to this all.

Pro: Never stuck in traffic again!

Con: Dead bugs stuck in your teeth.

X-ray vision

I have seen a lot of overlap between the fandoms.

I actually got into ponies trying to figure out just who this Doctor Whooves was.

Telekinetic powers

Pro: You'll never have to lift anything again.

Con: Your muscles will atrophy because you'll never use them.

an extra set of legs

The weekend before Halloween I'm seeing my favorite band in concert.

So actually on Halloween I'll probably have to catch up on homework. But I will be doing it while pigging out on fun size candy bars and watching horror movies.

Right now, I'm in a dorm. so no pets.

I have a dog at home though. A black spaniel mix named Kaylee.

I used to have a spaniel/papillon mix named Molly, but she was put to sleep last year. I had her for 7 years, so that was really hard.

I had an albino rabbit that we found in our front yard, named her Cadbury, but gave her away when my family moved.

And I also had two degus (rodents similar to squirrels), named Giles and Xander, but my parents didn't want to take care of them when I went to college, so had to give them away.

I wrote a cookbook that's in the process of being published.

it's been out of my hands for about a month now, but I'm still having thoughts every so often of "holycrap I'm really an author"

It's great.

I don't publicly announce it, but I'm not subtle either. I have a few friends who are diehard bronies and I just mostly keep to talking about it with them.

I am trying to convert a few people, but only those that I already know well enough to know they'll like the show.

These are some of the best and most addictive cookies I have ever had. It's a family recipe (although knowing my family it's from the back of a box or something).

Ingredients

2 egg whites

1 cup sugar

¼ teaspoon cream of tartar

12 oz mini chocolate chips

Preheat oven to 350°.

Beat egg whites with an electric mixer until very stiff.

Gradually add the sugar and cream of tartar and continue to beat until you get a meringue-like texture.

Fold in the chocolate chips.

Drop the cookies in teaspoon-size drops onto the cookie sheet. They will not spread, so you can fit them close together.

Place the cookie sheet in the oven and turn off the heat.

Do not open the door, and leave the cookies in the oven overnight.

seems like it's going to be interesting here.

and now that I've made my required third post, I'm off to post and lurk. mostly lurk.