:WhiteLightning:

If there were more guns, there'd be less crime. Honestly, who's going to rob a store if they know everyone will just turn and fire? (Same principle applies to nuclear armaments) Smokers are treated like second class citizens. They're addicted, thats not an easy thing to deal with. Men are disgusting pigs and women are crazy hookers.

Addictions are tough, so few people actually know what it is to be addicted. But when you become addicted to something, you know. Smoking became my addiction. Sure its not something big like alcoholism or heavy drug use, but its the same when you crave it hard. I never really put much stock into being addicted or not, smoking, drinking, pick your poison y'know? But then, I've always been very strong willed. I've smoked for years, but not much. Always just when I felt like it, never enough to cross over to craving it full time. Some people go through a pack a day, I would go through one in two weeks or more, heheh. So yeah, never was big and crazy into them. Any time I didn't feel like smoking, I didn't, any time I did, well... you know how the story goes. Then just one day at the end of a pack I figured 'what the hell', and just went and bought another. Not for any reason like I just HAD TO HAVE it or anything, but I didn't really care whether or not I stopped or kept going so, I kept going. No big deal to me. Once I was up to three packs a week in the course of a month or so, I figured it was time to back off, again, no big deal. I just knew that it'd be better in the long run to cut that out before things got out of hand. Of course, by then I had developed myself an issue. Definitely found myself addicted. You can tell when you crave something and even though your resolve is strong, and your will in tact, you still manage to break down anyway. So, for a few more months I'd do that "I need to really quit this... Maybe after one more" thing til I finally had to start exercising some real restraint. Never really cared about all the anti-smoking propaganda or how many people die a year from it, specially when you put it into a perspective of how many people don't die a year from it, how many people live into their 90's, how many more people are killed just drivng a car... I'm no advocate either way really, if you want to, do it, if you don't, then move along and stop trying to run everyone's life. Smokers got it bad enough being addicted, you don't have to treat them like second class citizens too. Oops. I got ranty. My bad. Aaaanyways, I cut it out cold turkey for a few months, then, every so often just like always, I'll buy a pack when I'm feeling like lighting up. But one thing's for sure, I got an eye on it. Addiction to anything is not a thing to be tested, and if you're an idiot like I am and you test it anyway, at least keep a sharp look out cause it'll sneak up on you. The only time you realize is after its too damn late. ... I love story time!

When I can't sleep its usually because I'm thinking. And that really just perpetuates the problem. The brain is always going on and on about some project or another. Or why the plastic ends on shoe laces are called aglets. Or if Wil Wheaton's first film role really was in Secret of the NIMH. Or who found out how to harness gaseous substances such as helium in a manner so that they could actually define the characteristics that make them all separate for one another... Welp... here I go again....

Lots of passions on here, some interesting ones too... My passions are... a damn lot. I guess you might have to say "Life", heh. There are enough that they change all the time though, they just kind of go in one big circle. I spend a couple months being a video game nut, then just as quickly want to do some kind of weird arts and crafts project. Funny how that works.

Currently I'm not taking requests, I've got a LOT of stacks of work to do all over the internets so I'm kinda swamped. But hey, shoot me a note if you've got something amazing in mind. If ya can move me, I maybe just might put your name on "THE LIST". ... the good list, not the bad list. XD Also, Freaking awesome video, I hadn't seen that one, heheh.

Canterlot was beautiful any time of year but there are always moments filled with a greater beauty that stick out in Rocket's mind even today. Moments that beg to be noticed like a glistening pool catching the sunlight at just the right angle, beckoning you to come closer and investigate, then relax in its shimmering allure. The time she spent as a filly in Canterlot was always with one purpose, to be with her Father, Tempest Valor. Benig a captain in Celestia's Royal Canterlot Guard, he had many responsibilities that kept him from Cloudsdale almost year round. But all that time apart vanished in the cooling breeze when she got to visit him. Those times she remembered as well as a crystalline dream, the sights, smells, sounds.... almost tangible even now after all this time. - - "Dad!" She screamed with excitement, no sooner than her hooves began to move her with as much speed as she could muster, tearing through a patchy crowd with little regard. She had only one thing in mind and the chastising remarks of any other pony fell on deaf ears and beneath the clatter of hoofbeats on the stone passing under her. The same as every visit, she raced from the train like a bolt of white hot lightning, locking on the single target she spied from the window whilst pulling into the station. She dashed as quickly as her hooves could carry her, excitement mounting with every step and, the same as every visit, tried her hoof at tackling dear old dad, only to succeed in staggering herself for a moment. The same as every visit. "How've you been, Gracie?" Valor asked, smiled and laughed, just as excitedly as his pint-size assailant, pulling his cherished cargo close to him in an embrace that melted her cares away. The trip, the tough days at school, the countless stormy nights, none of that was even there anymore, none of it was real. Here she felt safe, and he felt whole, just as it ought to be. After some time, the two began walking. Or rather, Valor began walking while Grace spent her time bounding around him in a circle, excitedly retelling a dozen stories that melded one into the next with the slightest turn of events - and never taking a breath between. - - Those were the moments that made everything alright. Those were the moments that made her smile, both then and now alike. Those were the moments she held onto the tightest. The moments where no matter what happened, she could always hear her Father's voice echoing across the distance as clearly as though he were standing directly in front of her. His message, always so clear, always the same and always exactly what she needed.... "Everything's going to be okay, Gracie. Everything's going to be just fine."

Lately I've been hanging out with Pinkie Pie too much I think... My latest works have been pretty much ALL breaking the fourth wall. Enjoy!

I had an idea for ages to make a reference of my OC, White Lightning, but never had the right poses in mind to get the job done. My other work with him had been very inspired, and I loved how they turned out. Now I've finally got an actual Ref sheet. I feel it could still use some work, it seems a little bland and generic, but its a start.

Just thought I'd share a little something I rather enjoyed working on. More to come, I'm sure! Nothing like being the fastest flyer in all Equestria!

XD Yeh, thats Rocket Grace. She's... Well, she's kinda surly. And sarcastic. But she's got a heart of gold, but its kinda hard to get to that part for most. And thats what makes her so damn fun to work with!

Actually, She. And actually, here's a quick link to her Cutie Mark; http://awesomeeight.deviantart.com/art/Rocket-Grace-Cutie-Mark-346401639?ga_submit=10%3A1357193832 Thanks a ton too I'm glad you like her, she's one of the more interesting personalities I work with. And by interesting, I mean "Mostly a Jerk".