I started collecting vinyl recently and on a late night web surf I discovered there was a limited pressing MLP record for Record Store Day 2016. By limited I mean limited because all the sourced I can find say 2000 copies.
An Amazon store still had old stock of them for $25 so now I pulled the trigger on an impulse and this came in today
Here's some demos of each side playing
There's apparently also a Hot Topic exclusive soundtrack with diffe
Today (or rather yesterday since I'm typing this at 2AM) the final season of Friendship is Magic premiered and marked the countdown to the official end of G4 and transition into G5.
You know what, though? I'm at peace with it.
Friendship is Magic is a show everyone expected to be just another kid's to die after it reached the episode count for syndication with no fanfare and nothing but a footnote in the long history of western animation. Instead it ran for nearly a decade and accompli
Yeah for pointless bandwagon because I'm bored.
Right, I'll post what I can think of, and if anyone has any questions for me that can ask away:
* My religion is Christian(loosely, because I'm more spiritual and base it more on faith than dogma)
* I live in a place in the middle of Iowa(which is considered the gaming capital of the world, maybe some of you can guess)
* My taste in music varies, but it tends to be Country(either modern countr
I scored me a Game Gear with eight decent games, a case, and some other stuff for under $60 shipped. I'm really happy because it's something I've wanted since I started collecting https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bMTR5GMsZvw
I'm not complaining about the dead pixel because everything else works great and I think I got a really good deal on it.
“This is the first time I’ve ever put myself in the morgue, I guess there really is a first time for everything.”
Melinda finished pulling off her jeans and stuffed them in a plastic bag. Now dressed in only her panties, she pulled open the drawer next to the one she had woken up in not long ago and climbed in. Placing her clothes carefully hidden between her legs, she laid down and pulled the sheet over her head.
“This is still cold,” she complained to herself as she took a few deep bre
Something I wrote quickly over the last couple days, it's sort of a prequel that takes place long before Revelations during the first Christmas Tails knew Sonic
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A blanket of snow coated the countryside and blanketed roof, window sills, and porches of a house on the edge of town a few miles from station square. It was a chilly christmas morning and several mobians were warm and safe inside just getting ready to celebrate. This house was hom
This obviously takes place right before Revelations, when Tails was called the scene of the wreck. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sirens rang in Tails ears as he stood not ten feet away from the crumpled heap that used to his mother’s car in a state of shock, trying to cope with the conflicting feelings. It like a kind of cognitive dissonance between his emotional instincts crying out at the idea she was dead in every clinical sense and wh
Hey, my name is Miles Prower but most of my friends call me Tails on account of my two tails. Some of you might know me as one of Mobius’ famous heroes because Sonic the Hedgehog is like my big bro and despite only being eight years old I still help him save the world from that bully Eggman along with our other friends like Amy and Knuckles.
This story isn’t really about just me though, but I guess I should start but explaining my life up to this point.
I was adopted as a baby and raise
This takes place kind of at the same time as Chapter 9 of Cold as Ice. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kai sat on the altar, his eyes locked on the front of the church and his ears listening closely for even the faintest footsteps, click of the door’s handle, or creak of it’s hinges.
The wait was excruciating, it had already been a couple hours since he called Melissa had called still no sign of either her or the children coming through th
The doors of the church creaked open and Melinda stumbled in. She grabbed one of the back pews for support and brushed her soaked hair out of her eyes. Every muscle in her body ached but that would soon pass if she gave herself a few minutes to rest.
“Melessia, are you okay?” Kai emerged from the back of the church and hurried across the hall to her side.
“Where are the kids?” She asked as he put an arm around her and helped guide her towards the back.
“In the office, I thought it wo
“I’m here, you son of a bitch.” Melinda spat the words as she stepped out of the shadows.
“I’d say I was worried, but I knew you care to much about the worthless mortals you surrounded yourself with. Especially the mutant brat you consider a son,” Isa didn’t bother standing up from the crate he sat on.
“Watch yourself, Isa,” She didn’t bother hold back her anger and her voice dripped with venom.
“Or what? I know you won’t attack and risk endangering those two brats,” Isa looked up an
The stars shone like pin pricks of sparkling light piercing through the deep black of the clear night and Melinda stared up at them, barely noticing the cold wind cutting through her night clothes as her troubled mind tried to find rest. For centuries the blanket of night had been where she found solace because the stars and moon were a constant, and no matter how much everything else radically changed around her they remained the same.
Tonight however, even that was not enough to chase away
Melinda pulled her coat tighter around her body and shivered as she stepped out into the evening air. The sun was already beginning to set and she grew anxious upon realizing she might not be home before dark and toyed the the idea of calling Sonic and asking him to check up on Miles if the two weren’t already together.
“I guess we part ways for now. I’ll go check-up on Vanilla and Cream and you should get home to Miles,” Kai said, stirring her from her thoughts.
“Of course, thanks for h
Okay, this is that same AU I've been posting and wanted to expand the scene from the first story where Melinda had to explain to Tails about her immorality. ______________________________________________________________
“M-mom, please w-wake up.”
Those were the first words Melinda heard as she regained consciousness and they sent her mind into a panic. It was the voice of her 5 year old adopted son, Miles, and that meant he had found her sometime after she crawled into the house and suc
“Do I have to repeat myself? I’m not letting either of you in because he’s not wearing shoes and there’s no way you’re 21.”
“The owner is barely 18 years old, does that mean you’d also refuse entry to your own boss?”
Melinda’s patience was growing thin as she argued with the stubborn bull that had spent the last hour refusing her and Kai entry to Club Rouge. She understood this song and dance all too much as one of the drawbacks of having eternal youth that started sometime around an imp
Melinda stared up at the brilliant rainbow of colors filtering through the stained glass windows. It bathed the inside of the darkened church in subdued color that only enhanced her sombre mood, yet somehow relaxed her when coupled with the promise of safety that holy ground provided. It was a strange kind of solace that almost cleared her troubled mind and made her forget everything.
She didn’t even stir when she felt the familiar buzz, the almost charge in the air warning of another immort
So cold.
Her body was almost numb from the cold rain that soaked her clothing and pelt by the time she reached the old warehouse. She rubbed her hands and cracked her knuckles, trying to restore the feeling back to them as her thin leather gloves had done little to keep them warm.
The echo of her own boots on the concrete and the sound of the rain on the metal roof we’re the only sounds warding off the deafening silence as she made her way to the back of the building in search of what sh
Melinda’s shirts laid in a heap on the kitchen counter, the bloodstains now already beginning to oxidize and turn a dark red. One of her bra straps laid loose over her shoulder and the white towel she was using to contain bleeding from wound was beginning to stain bright red with blood as she dug around in the wound with a pair of forceps.
Memories flooded back to her as she became lost in her own thoughts while undertaking the repetitive action
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I wonder if a part of knew something was about to happen and started writing that absurd crossover as something akin to a coping mechanism.
Even if these are only fictional characters in a AU I molded, I not only gifted Tails with a loving mother, but with one that would never have to leave him. In making her an immortal of a breed form another existing work that can easily be meshed with something else I ensured that not only could she could always be there for him within the story’s confin
“Hello, my name is Melissa MacLeod and I came here from down south to care for my poor deceased sister’s young son, and I need to apply for a local ID from y’all”
Melinda stood nervously in the office of the local DoT. She had exchanged her usual black t-shirt and trenchcoat for blue flannel shirt over a white tank-top and affixed a large buckle shaped like a celtic cross to her belt along with a chain connected to her wallet. A simple gold cross hung around her neck.
“I see you have Sc
