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  1. What would you say are some of your biggest guilty pleasures? I'm mainly referring to Movies, Games, Literature or any other kind of media. The point of a guilty pleasure is that you enjoy something, whilst knowing for a fact that it may be lacking in quality or is generally considered bad by the overall populace or status quo. Well, have no shame and name your biggest guilty pleasures down below! I'll start: The Room is unironically one of my favourite movies of all time.
  2. I just watched the hearts warming carol again an hour ago and it's still one of my favorite episodes of season 6. I thought to myself, how about they do something like this again, for another episode? Maybe it can be Spike this time, who Twilight is reading to. They can take their own twist on some of these famous stories, like Spike being someone like Robin Hood, or King Arthur, or Oliver Twist, or mowgli. The Possibilities are endless. What do you guys think? Wouldn't that be great?
  3. Hi guys, I've just finished The Witcher 3, but just found out that at least 6 books have been officially translated to english since the release of the first Witcher game (I was led to believe they were still untranslated). Thing is, I need guide for the books in question, mainly: Are they only 8, or just 8 novels but several more short stories? PD: as far as I've seen, Witcher is good inspiration material for pony fics
  4. https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/dec/27/richard-adams-obituary Sadly another great person has left us. Richard Adams, most knows for his book "Watership Down", has died on December 24th. Personally I grew up on his books and animated features that were based on them so it almost feels like a part of my life is gone forever. Even if it was inevitable one can never be prepared. Here's a little tribute piece I did after I learned about his death.
  5. We all have some classic literature that you had to read because it was required literature. And there are definitely some books you probably didn't like. What are some of those books? For me it's Scarlet Letter because it was so boring to read.
  6. Sure, some books that you read in literature were absolutely disgraceful, like... The Metamorphosis. Of course that's just my opinion. But occasionally, we actually enjoy a book that we didn't think we would. For example, The Book Thief is an outstanding novel. An much older classic that I enjoyed was A Tale of Two Cites by Charles Dickens. While it's very easy to complain about to your classmates when reading it, everyone seems to really enjoy the conclusion. So... what books did you actually like from school? Feel free to complain about some of the awful things you had to read as well. (So many Holocaust books... Like I said, The Book Thief was great, but... Literally ALL OF THE HOLOCAUST BOOKS!) Discuss.
  7. We all know, love and play games Most ( popular ) games have multiplayer Sometimes, people run their mouth when they play. Some do because some incredible bullshit happened Some do because, well, we do get angry from time to time And some do because it's just bloody hilarious. I'm Guilty of all 3 Yes, this thread is dedicated to the spectrum of thrash talk and insults you will experience on multiplayer games. Though, I'd much prefer if this thread be filled with the funniest, most hilarious ones you have heard. I'll list mine below. ------------------------ 'Good luck having fun' - cs go, multiplayer round based matches I am constantly guilty of using this at the start of every game, because i personally find it hilarious. It parodies the tradition of saying GLHF ( good luck have fun ) at the start of the match, and is generally good manners. 'Life with parkinson's must be really difficult' - General This one needs no explanation 'This is my care cup \_/. See, it's empty' - General 'You have a reaction time slower than a coastal erosion.' - General 'I f**ked my mother last night' This typo by the enemy team was ridiculously funny 'Do you wear a helmet to bed?' And lastly... 'If you stopped sucking horse cock maybe you won't be so salty.'
  8. What languages do you know or learn except English and why are you learning them? I know French and I'm learning Russian and German. I'm learning Russian because a lot of people speak it and I also like the culture, food, language, music, etc. of Russia. As for German I just like the language and it's also a popular language. I also like learning new languages it's very interesting and fun to me.
  9. I personally look forward to reading The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov. It's an extraordinary story and it definitely stands out from the great majority of classic works of literature. Here is the synopsis: "One hot spring, the devil arrives in Moscow, accompanied by a retinue that includes a beautiful naked witch and an immense talking black cat with a fondness for chess and vodka. The visitors quickly wreak havoc in a city that refuses to believe in either God or Satan. But they also bring peace to two unhappy Muscovites: one is the Master, a writer pilloried for daring to write a novel about Christ and Pontius Pilate; the other is Margarita, who loves the Master so deeply that she is willing literally to go to hell for him ..." I would love to know how a story like this plays out. From what I've heard, it's considered mysterious, hilarious, contemplative, and poignant. What book or books do you look forward to reading?
  10. Hello everypony! I wasn't sure where to post this, but I figured this thread would be most appropriate. Below is the picture I posted in my recent blog post (see my status update for the link). It features several MLP characters- the theme is several heroes and villains from various topics.
  11. Hello friends, Here is another pic inspired by My Little Pony. Last time I combined MLP imagery with Indian epic literature. This one is inspired by the Norse Sagas. Thanks for viewing
  12. Hello everyone! This is a picture I finished recently. I enjoy reading world literature, and wondered what it would be like to incorporate MLP imagery into scenes from literary epics. This scene is inspired by literature from India. It's a drawing with colored pencil. I'm sorry the quality is not ideal, but it's the best I could do with the camera I had. The color looks better in person. I still think the general idea is conveyed though. I hope you all enjoy viewing it Thank you for viewing!
  13. I have an English essay due tomorrow. It's a response to an essay we read in class. While this is frightening for most ponies, for me it's exciting! How did you come about this diseased way of thinking I hear you say? Well, I'm a literary god! I churned this puppy out just this morning! I'll be happy to listen to any criticism you might have! And for all you MLA format Nazis out there, this isn't how the actual paper I'm turning into the teacher is formatted. Is Breathing Air Slavery? The first reaction one will usually get when they read Emancipation for the first time is bewilderment, often closely followed by disgust. Whatever point the author was trying to make is lost under mountains of ridiculously obscure words, constant repetition of a broken and borderline offensive analogy, and confused if not outright contradictory morals and themes. This essay about environmentalism simply isn’t as effective as it could potentially be, thanks to its many flaws. The author’s purposeful usage of words known to only the most erudite of literary professors is extremely distracting to the average, and even advanced, reader. Words such as reciprocities, aboriginum refugia, Pitjantjatjara, manumission, and monocultured, are completely alien to most people. In fact, the word processing program used to write this essay labeled most of these words as misspelled, as even it wasn’t able to recognize them. Such inordinately difficult verbology frightens off the audience before the author is even able to get his point across. This essay’s title is Emancipation, presumably because the entire essay hinges on the analogy of comparing land usage to slavery. Lines such as “Land as a serf. In nineteenth-century terms, the land as a Negro.” are scattered throughout the essay. However, if one thinks about the analogy logically, it quickly falls apart. One of the many, many reasons slavery was immoral was because treating a sentient being like a commodity to be traded and sold simply isn’t morally acceptable. Land, however, simply isn’t sentient; it is perfectly acceptable, and indeed necessary for our continued survival, to use the land as necessary. If we start to treat dirt and rock as sentient beings, the insane elevation of other inanimate objects cannot be far behind. Do we not place undue stress on air by breathing it into our lungs and converting it into carbon dioxide? According to the analogy the author is trying to make, the very act of breathing is akin to slavery! One can only imagine the absurdity that can result by expanding even further upon the analogy. Furthermore, even if the analogy did work, including such a reviled subject as slavery without delicate handling can only distract and offend readers. Blatantly labeling everyone who uses land as a slaver is insulting to the audience and simply isn’t an effective way to write an essay. These flaws only add to the confused morals of the essay. A very important part of any essay is its main theme; Emancipation’s is a cry for humanity to step up and protect the environment. While this is indeed a noble goal, the way the author presents it is ineffective at best. Consider these lines from the text: “The real work of preservation, then, is our own salvation. It is not to save nature. Nature will save itself, no matter what climatic or nuclear hell we plunge ourselves into.” This line, and others like it, diametrically oppose the main theme of the essay. Why should we try to protect nature, if like the author says, it can protect itself from any harm we might try to inflict on it? Such radical changes of theme leave readers utterly baffled as to exactly what point the essay is trying to convey. When one uses words such as Nullarbor and abrogated, he/she shouldn’t be surprised when the audience fails to understand the point that is trying to be conveyed. When one gives inanimate objects personhood, something generally used in fairy tale and children’s literature, they shouldn’t be stunned to discover their argument loses its integrity. When one’s theme changes from sentence to sentence, it shouldn’t be a shock to find the position they are trying to defend loses all meaning. The story is much like what it tries so hard to defend: A harsh, unforgiving wilderness, the true point and meaning incomprehensible to the human eye.
  14. There are a lot of mediums for entertainment nowadays. So many time wasters, so little time. I'm curious to know what everyone around here prefers, and why. For my part, I love a good story no matter where it comes from. That said, I have a special place in my heart for video games. Something about them captures me in a way that no other medium seems to do. I think it has to do with the interactivity. Depending on the game, it can really feel as if you yourself is pushing the plot forward, which I think is pretty unique.
  15. This is a story I wrote a few years ago that I haven't shown anyone just because I didn't know many people; I decided putting it on the internet would gather more readers. It isn't based on any fandom; it's completely original, and I'm posting it here just because I want as many people as possible to see it. Potential Grimdark Warning: While when I was writing it I wasn't meaning for it to be particularly dark, looking back over it I realize not everyone sees things the same way as I do. For those of you of an emotionally sensitive bent, there's some screwed-up stuff in this. Again, I was actually in a pretty good mood while I wrote most of this, but even while I wasn't specifically trying to create unpleasant emotions, some readers may react in that manner. Anyway, with that out of the way, please also ignore every characters' name in this; I had a very embarrassing idea of what cool meant back then. All feedback is welcome and much desired! Thanks for your time! https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VLrwVOwd8W5-E2k7Ens4_7c7xKEpEQ2TI50DzwMGZA8/edit?usp=sharing Ok, I fixed the link now so it actually works. *facehoof* I think my internet prowess has actually been getting worse.
  16. I have officially finished writing my new, original short story. I put a lot of work and editing into writing this. I know that there are tons of ways that I could have made this better, but it is what it is. One thing that I must admit though, Rarrian (one of the characters in the story) is heavily inspired from Rarity's personality, so this is, I guess, somewhat MLP related, but completely original. Enjoy. The Rarr Event of a Life Time I sat down on the large, red couch in the school lounge with Rarrian. Her eyelids were covering half of her beautiful, cyan eyes. I could empathize with her; I got six hours of sleep the previous night due to an overload of homework from my science class. But she seemed like she got no more than four hours. Obviously in much worse condition than I am. “Tired?” I asked, trying to start a conversation. “Just a little bit,” she rolled her eyes at me. She laid her head on the back of the couch, and closed her eyes, probably trying to get a little more sleep before class started. “Why do classes start so early?” I checked my Timex watch; it was 6:30. Class started in fourty-five minutes. We were only there because they take attendance one hour early. “I know it sucks, but complaining about it won’t make it any better.” “Easy for you to say. Some of us have a little more to do in their lives. I haven’t gotten a decent sleep for two months! I have to wake up at 5:00 just to brush my hair.” I held back a laugh, but the temptation subsided when I took a look at her head. I didn’t even notice how messy her hair was before, but now that she pointed it out, there were blond strands curling upward. But other than that, it really wasn’t that bad. But to her, every strand counts. I dared not try to convince her, though, in the fear that she would go on a rant on how wrong I was. I respect her opinion, but I think she’s beautiful no matter what condition she’s in. “But that seems to be the least of your issues at the moment. You look like you haven’t gotten a minute more than four hours of sleep. What’s going on?” “Oh, nothing,” she began as she opened her eyes. “It’s just… oh, you don’t need to know. It’s a lady’s problem. “What is it, tell me?” I kind of just said it instinctively. For a moment, I got the feeling I was going down a dark road, and every wrong action from this point on could lead to terrible consequences. “Belachrome, please, this doesn’t concern you.” Despite Rarrian’s reluctance to tell me, I felt that this actually did concern me. But I knew that it wouldn’t be easy. “Okay, well, what else has been going on with you?” Rarrian turned towards me. “I spent my time yesterday hanging out with friends after school.” “Did you hang out with Clenauria again?” “Clen? No, she’s been hanging out with Squiphler again. I don’t understand why she would enjoy hanging out with such a fool after school hours.” I grew a subtle look of insult on my face. Squiphler is a nice guy… despite his silly ways. “What about Syneria?” “With Drakenor yesterday. That boy needs to get his life out of his head and be social.” I was so confused. These were Rarrian’s friends that she was complaining about. Has she been having boy issues lately? “Rarrian, I couldn’t help but notice that you are complaining about other guys at the moment. Is something bothering you?” “Belachrome, I told you, I don’t wish to talk about this.” “Why don’t you… wait a minute, is this what you didn’t want to tell me?” Rarrian jumped a little bit. “Belachrome, I’m done talking.” “Come on, Rarrian. I’m your friend.” Rarrian gave me an intimidating look. I was a little scared. “Can you not trust me?” I said weakly. “I can’t trust boys at all these days.” I think I hit the gold mine. I began my questioning in a calm voice. “Rarrian, why can’t you trust other guys?” “Belachrome, give a girl some personal privacy!” Her voice was cold, and it seemed unwise to press further. I feel bad getting Rarrian this mad just to get some information out of her, but as a friend, I feel like it’s my duty to take the initiative. “Please, Rarrian. Tell me.” She gave me a menacing frown. “Belachrome, stay out of my business!” she raised her voice at me. I was starting to feel like this wasn’t such a great idea, but for the sake of helping my friend, I wasn’t going to give up. “Rarrian, why don’t you want to tell me?” “Why?! Isn’t the answer obvious?” “Actually, no Rarrian. I haven’t a clue why you don’t want to tell me. “You know the reason!” she started breathing harshly in my direction. Her teeth were clenched with a strong grip. “No, Rarrian, I don’t know, and it clearly isn’t as obvious as you think. How about you tell me?” I couldn’t help myself. I was starting to speak in a harsher tone. I know it’s not helping my case, but my patience was wearing thin. Rarrian’s breathing calmed down minimally, but enough to start speaking. “Well, obviously, it’s because… because…” She started to grow a nervous look on her face. I was starting to feel that she was just talking without thinking, so I just had to wait this out. “Yes, Rarrian? You have my undivided attention.” “Because… I… I can’t… I don’t… I just can’t trust other guys! A-and…” “…Is there another reason?” “Y-yes! It’s… i-it’s… uh…” “Are you sure there’s another reason?” I wasn’t even talking with a sharp tone anymore, I knew I was breaking through, and all I had to do at this point was remain calm and collective. “…No, I-I just… can’t trust other guys! Not even you! She went back to shouting at me. “Why can’t you trust me?” Her anger went down again. But instead, she seemed like she was on the verge of tears. “Because… because I… you… I can’t…” I lowered the volume of my voice; “Why can’t you trust me?” It seemed to be helping. Hers lowered as well. “Because I… I… just can’t!” Now tears were officially sparkling in her eyes. Now was the moment to act. “Yes you can.” “No, I can’t trust you!” Rarrian said in a slightly quieter voice. The first tear escaped her left eye. “Yes you can.” I lowered my voice to almost a whisper. “No, Belachrome, I can’t trust… I just can’t.” “Yes you can,” my voice was nothing more than a whisper. “Belachrome, you don’t…” She sniffled, as a couple more tears escaped from her eyes. “You don’t understand! Please stop!” She wiped the tears from her face, probably hoping I somehow still haven’t noticed her crying. “You can trust me.” “Belachrome, please, I…” she closed her eyes as a last, desperate attempt to prevent her tears. “Trust me, I’m your friend.” I still spoke in a whisper. “B-Belachrome…” “I’m your friend.” “But…” Rarrian’s eyes started flowing freely with tears. Her voice had no power left for anger. “I can’t trust you.” She was speaking no louder than an average conversational voice. “Yes, you can. Yes you can. You can trust me,” I stated without ever leaving a whisper. “I…” Rarrian lost all courage to keep herself contained, and started openly crying. She buried her face into her hands, and cried without preventing any aspect. That was the final straw. I couldn’t stand seeing her so upset for any longer; I moved towards her, and wrapped my arms around her. My embrace firmly encased her body, and I could feel every bodily shake that came from her crying. I started patting her backside, and she continued to let out her tears. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, don’t worry.” Rarrian continued to cry for the next minute, and I kept my embrace around her. “Everything’s going to be alright, Rarrian,” I stated in just over a whisper. “Do you think you can uncover your eyes?” Rarrian breathed in through her nose with a big sniffle, and weakly shook her head. “Come on, Rarr, we’re friends, I don’t think of you any differently just because you’re in tears. Just show me your beautiful eyes.” Rarrian started to uncover her eyes. It was a painful sight; they were red, and very puffy. It was such a mess, and yet, so beautiful at the same time. She looked shy to uncover them any further than half way, probably feeling ashamed to look into my purely natural eyes, but I didn’t think any differently of her. She covered them up again, and the bittersweet sight of her eyes was gone. “I’ve got you.” I patted her back softly. “I know you’re a strong, young lady, Rarrian. Just please uncover your eyes for me.” Rarrian didn’t move. She almost started shaking up, and would probably start shedding tears again. “Come on, Rarr. I know you can look me in the eyes.” I took my right hand, and placed it on her left wrist. “I gave the minimalist force of a tug that could be managed. She pulled back, but I didn’t increase the force of my pull. It was only an incentive. In the end, she will have to be the one to reveal her face. “Rarrian, I can’t do this for you. Take all the time you need, but this isn’t the Rarrian I know. The Rarrian I know is very outspoken, and is never afraid to share her thoughts. But please at least uncover your beautiful eyes. I’m not going to pull any harder than this, so no pressure.” Her body started shaking less heavily and her silent tears and sniffles cleared up for a moment. She seemed to be in a moment of thought, possibly debating on exposing her face. Her arm was shaking in my hand, and she seemed ready to start crying again, but when I expected the return of her tears, she sighed, and slowly started uncovering her eyes. I could start to see the white, or in this case, red of her eyes. Eventually, her face was completely exposed. Her eyes were puffed up, her face soaked, and her blond hair was, I’ll admit, a complete and utter mess. But she was somehow so beautiful. The redness was starting to clear. But I could tell that she was very unstable at the moment, and could start crying again at any moment. I looked directly into her eyes. “What’s up, Rarrian? How’s your day going?” Rarrian grew the weakest smile that one could manage. Of course, I wasn’t expecting a laugh from her, but that one smile was enough for me at the moment. She couldn’t hold the smile for long, which was completely understandable. I just couldn’t bear to see her wallow in pain for another second, but just as she looked like she was going to burst into a flood of tears again, she swiftly returned the embrace that I had around her for the past ten minutes. She made no attempt to prevent her tears, and instead buried her face into my chest. I tightened my grip on her body, and made sure that she was as secure as a mother bird protecting her young. “I’ve got you.” I patted her backside once again. I let her cry into my shirt for however long she needed. My priorities were without a doubt on comforting her, but to be frank, I just can’t express how great it felt to be in her arms mutually with her head nestled on my chest. I used to help Rarrian in the past, but never did we come anywhere close to this magnitude of emotion. It felt good to know that I was helping her. It felt good to give her comfort. It felt good to be a friend for her to go to for her problems. It felt good to know that she now trusts me despite a problem in her life. But, I’m not going to lie, it felt good for her to be embraced with me while letting her tears out into my chest. I was somehow able to count the tears that dampened my shirt. I guess when you are focused on an individual, every bit of the situation matters to you, and you remember things that you normally can’t remember, or just don’t pay attention to. After about five minutes of letting out her tears, at a grand total of 257 tears released into my shirt, (no doubt completely soaked from her crying) she lifted her head to look into my eyes. She smiled for a moment and said her first words after fifteen minutes of not talking; “T-thank you Belachrome.” Those three words touched a very soft part of me. As I said, it felt good to know that I was helping, but I had no confirmation from her, verbally. But I didn’t show it in my expression, because not only would it be overwhelming for her, but I needed to focus on her at the moment. “No problem, Rarrian. It was nothing, really.” She inhaled through her nose again. “Nothing? How could you possibly say such a thing? You put up with me, and my anger, and my stubbornness, and showed nothing more than compassion!” After the completion of her statement, she tightened her grip around me. I was quite surprised by this statement; Rarrian has never admitted her arrogance in the past, but at the same time, I wasn’t completely surprised. Either she was growing as a person, or this was just the right moment for her to reflect on her actions. “Alright, I’m glad you think so, but if that’s the case, I ask for a favour in return. What’s going on in your life right now?” Now was the time to get to the bottom of her problem. Rarrian’s smile faded. “Oh… right. I guess it’s only right that I tell you…” “Yes… go on.” She was very hesitant to say a word about it, clearly thinking about every detail and every possibility of what I would think of her and the issue, and probably even some girl things that I don’t even know about. But eventually, she sighed and began. “…For the past month, a group of guys in the school next door were inviting me to hangouts during lunch time and after school. They gave me lots of beautiful jewelry, and treated me like a true lady… or so I thought… they would also demand things from me, such as getting me to do things I didn’t want to do… I don’t want to talk about what I did…” “What did you do, Rarrian?” Everything I’ve said up to this point was calm and as friendly as humanly possible, but this question came out a little sharply. “Tell me what you did.” She grew a desperate look on her face, and almost looked like she wanted to cry again. “Please, Belachrome. Don’t make me. It’s completely unlike me.” “That’s why I want to know.” Rarrian started tearing up again, and that’s when I realized I was being a little bit harsh. I took a deep breath before making my next statement. “Listen, Rarrian, I’m not trying to force information from you that you don’t feel comfortable telling me about, but I need to know this if I want to help you. I mean, it’s not like I’m going to tell anyone. I swear to you that I will not say a word about this to anyone else.” Rarrian seemed to heed my words, and also seemed to gain the courage to tell me her shameful acts. “Alright, they asked me to be an accomplice in horrible schemes against younger kids, and stealing food from the cafeteria. I never directly got involved in the main scheme, of course, but they asked me to pick the locks of gates with my hairpins so they can get inside the playground and steal the little kids’ toys, or pick the locks of the cafeteria so they can take the food. They promised me rewards, but they never did. Their excuse was that the jewelry was the reward, and that it was enough of a reward for all schemes.” She closed her eyes with a sigh. “But it wasn’t at all. I figured out the hard way that it was stolen from one of the kids at their school. I happened to pass by the girl whom it belonged to. She saw my bracelet, and screamed at me that it was hers. I told her that a group of boys had given it to me as a gift, and that I could prove it. But when she asked them, they said that I stole it from her. They made up so many details about how I snuck into her locker. I wanted to argue with them, but I was just too shocked to say anything. The little girl ripped it off my wrist violently, not caring how much it hurt, and threatened that if she ever saw me again she would kill me. I didn’t mind since it was a little girl, but I was madder at the group of boys. I screamed at them and demanded answers as to why the hell they had done such a thing, but they just laughed at me, and commented that I sounded just like the little girl. They admitted proudly that they were never my friends, and that I was so dumb to have actually fallen for their feeble trick. They laughed, pushed me into the grass, and walked away.” “I felt so horrible afterwards. Despite my hatred for those guys… they had a point. It’s very difficult for me to admit such a thing, but… they did have a point. I was foolish to listen to them. And ever since then, I’ve been extremely cautious around other guys.” My mouth started gaping near the end of the story. Not only was I starting to understand what Rarrian has been going through, but I’ve also started to realize just how Rarrian was feeling when I asked her profusely what was going on in her life; insecure; her dark secret was getting chipped away at, attacked, slowly escaping the secure barrier of her mind. If I were in her position, I wouldn’t have dreamed of telling this to anyone, ever. I am absolutely amazed at how much information she volunteered, and with no struggle in between. Now I feel like an invader. I feel terrible. But I have to convince myself that this is the right thing… but it’s hard. But now it all makes sense. It’s no wonder she holds a grudge against guys. But now I’m ready to talk; “M-my God, Rarrian, I never knew… now it’s my turn to admit my faults; I can’t believe you co-operated with me at all in telling me all these things after pestering you about such a serious issue. I was only trying to help. I’d understand if you never wanted to speak to me again, but…” Rarrian looked up at me with utter shock and bewilderment. “Never want to speak to you again? Never want to speak to you again?!! Are you kidding? You’ve done nothing but try to help me, you’ve focused solely on me, my feelings, stayed calm, stayed friendly, no matter what crap I’ve given you, you hugged me through all of my nonstop tears, you let me use your chest to cry into, you said nothing but comforting words, you helped me find my courage, sworn to keep everything confidential… HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK I WOULD NEVER WANT TO TALK TO YOU AGAIN???!!!” “You’re so silly, Belichrome!” she said as she lightly wacked me on the head. I was so disoriented. My mind was racing with hundreds of thoughts. All of them were revolving around the inside of my head, all shouting at once. There were so many things that were happening at the moment that just… couldn’t be happening. I’ve never had such a headache in my life. But despite the overload of thoughts, everything Rarrian had just said was jammed right in the center of them, never fading vividly, or emotionally. Rarrian kept repeating it in my head at perfect intervals between words, over the loud thoughts attempting to drown it out. It kept getting louder and louder, and I felt like I was going to pass out. But all of a sudden, my mind went completely blank of all of the thoughts twisting and turning. The first new thought entered my head with a realization; did Rarrian just make a joke about me? I felt inside that I was completely in the wrong throughout this entire half an hour, but that joke that she made… when she wacked me on the head… somehow gave me a feeling of authenticity… a lack of ability to argue with her. Well, if she thinks it’s okay… then she’s right! “Well I think you’re wrong!” Rarrian looked up at me. Wait, did that just come out of me right? “Yes, you heard me right, I think you’re wrong. I’m not silly at all; in fact, I think I’m an arrogant person who doesn’t listen when one’s trying to help them.” I thought she was going to get really mad when… I said that. But to my surprise, she took it in very good humor. “Oh, are you talking about me? At least I’m not one who tries to invade someone’s personal privacy!” We giggled over the jokes together. “Thank you so much Belachrome for taking this moment to help me get through this problem. You have no idea how much this means to me,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me again. “Oh, lay off of me, you little shit, you’ve gotten enough hugs from me today. I even gave you my own stomach as a tear pillow!” “It’s your fault I needed a tear pillow, you invading bastard! Learn to stay out of a girl’s life!” We glared into each other’s eyes intently, and profusely, until we finally shouted out in unison, “Fuck you!” We fell on the floor laughing… Rarrian and I continued to jokingly insult each other for the next ten minutes, and we were having so much fun! But to be honest… I wasn’t really coming up with the insults; in fact it almost felt like an instinct; my mind just selected different insults to say, and I just said it without thinking. If I were thinking in my real head, I wouldn’t have even thought to take this kind of approach towards Rarrian. I never had an insult relationship with her. In fact, whenever I did this kind of behavior with her, she would get offended… horribly. I tried to gain control of myself a few times, but I was just having so much fun, that my will power was failing me. I have never had so much fun with Rarrian in my life. But unfortunately, it didn’t last. As soon as the last minute had gone by, my Timex started beeping, and I knew exactly what that meant… “Uh… Rarrian, it’s 7:10. Class starts in five minutes. I think it’s best that we head over to first period right now.” Knowing Rarrian as well as I did, I thought she would be reluctant to leave, but like she had the entire rest of the morning, she surprised me yet again; “You’re right, let’s go.” I lifted myself up to my legs, and then helped Rarrian get up. There were no signs of tears in her eyes now, or on her face. In fact, she seemed happier than I felt at the moment. I usually try to get to class as fast as I can, despite the “no running in the halls” rule, but I didn’t do that today, because this time, I had a friend with me. We walked to class together, holding each other’s hand, I, standing to her left, and she, to my right. In the most emotional moment of my life so far, I have reached an entirely new level of connection with one of my friends. I was very unsure of myself as to whether I was being helpful or detrimental throughout those fourty-five minutes, but now, I’ve never been surer of anything. I helped someone get through a very hard time in their life, and I helped her regain her trust of the opposite sex, after losing it in a horrible incident. It feels good to be that kind of person. I said that nothing that Rarrian did would change any of my thoughts about her, but at an ultimate irony… I will never think of Rarrian, even minimally, the same way again…
  17. Funny thing, the internet. Bloody brilliant idea, something just about everyone has access to and contains massive amounts of information. We’re privileged to live in a world where any information we desire can be accessed whenever we like so long as we’re within that wi-fi modem’s range. However I think after this blog post many of you may view me a little differently in that regard. I’m going to be likely the only person among thousands here that has this to say about the internet. I think the world would be better off without the internet. You all know the gist of how my mind works and how passionate I can be about my thoughts, so brace yourself. This will likely be quite controversial. “The internet is a genius and amazing idea. It is kind of like communism. It is really great on paper but in practice someone always has to screw it up.” ~A very dear friend of mine The internet was a tool. It was meant to make things easily accessible. It successfully achieved this, and far more than its creator originally intended! Unfortunately… it also achieved something I’m sure the creator of it did not intend on doing. He created a weapon that harms people from multiple fronts, ranging from wisdom, emotion, language, communicational and even the state of the world’s economy and various governments. Yeah, there’s plenty of positives that the internet brings. MLP Forums exist, me and many friends likely would never meet but… then I stop and think to myself: “If I didn’t waste all my time behind a computer screen, would I be better at face-to-face communication? Would I be smarter from reading books and researching as a pass time? Would I be doing better in school?” And as I begin asking these questions I realize there are a lot of things that I could be doing rather than being on the internet. You’re right. I could choose not to use it. But I think all of us are far too deep in various forms of crap in order to do that. And not just my online responsibilities, such as ‘moderation’ and working on the Poniverse gaming project. I’m more referring to the fact that we’ve found so much other stuff to occupy our time with. Most of these things are certainly fun, gaming, laughing at entertaining pictures, internet memes. They’re all fun and worth a laugh! But there’s too damn much of it! Have a look at this. The sheer number of different kinds of memes should be plenty of evidence that there’s a lot of stuff out there. Sure, lots of it is probably false and uninteresting. But think of it a moment, how many of these 10,532 memes do you know of? How many do you find entertaining? Now think of how many instances of each meme there are, with different captions on the same picture, and edits, and adjustments. They’re all fun, but there’s so much it swallows the subject whole. I’ve managed to get myself lost in Imgur and the meme websites, and even youtube, quite often. Even when I should be doing other work, or something productive. Most people feel some sort of guilt over this, and I’m not accusing those that don’t. Think of how many more great minds there’d be out there if we dedicated our time to learning and growing instead of sitting in front of the screen watching the same picture with minor changes each time over and over again. Now… dare I get started on the “cyberbullying” and “anonymity” topic? I won’t touch up on this too much, because most of us have heard all of this stuff before. http://www.bullyingstatistics.org/content/cyber-bullying-statistics.html Hopefully those stats will strike you as extremely concerning. I’m accusing nobody here. I just think this is something that is seriously disturbing about the internet. There’s a ridiculous number of speeches and walls of text about this topic, unfortunately from personal experience I have some doubts these get very far. So why do I include it at all? I’m sixteen years old. How many writers of those professional articles and news clips are fellow teenagers who feel extremely passionate about this, and have experienced these troubles themselves? Maybe more than I think, but I’d like to make it clear, I am a teenaged social rights and justice activist. I believe if more people my age raised their voices things may start happening. Call it a dream, a distant hope, but a dream doesn’t become a reality unless you believe it can. Regardless of how I appear online, I am not a social person. I have attempted to make an effort, a valiant effort, to improve me real life communication skills. I can’t think quickly, I need time to gather my thoughts and write things down. Correct and control myself. However as of lately I've discovered it’s actually working. I’m better at communicating my ideas and thoughts through voice and word of mouth. Think of the days when people wrote letters, two-hundred years ago. When you see those the language in them is… confusing? No, spectacular. (mywordiloveitalics) The people back then were experts at verbal communication, so when they sat down to write a well thought-out letter they wrote what could be consider masterwork tales and accounts of personal experiences. Why? Because they had time to think about it, something they rarely had back then. Therefore there communication skills were excellent, because they were forced to use it. Oh yes some of you can already see where this is going. 1. The decline of the English language 2. The ease of mistreatment behind a keyboard. Now… again I won’t touch up on the second point much, but hear me out. When I say the decline of the English language I’m referring to things like this: (Yahoo Answers. The answer displayed isn’t entirely accurate to all of Canadia. At least the questioner used a question mark.) Yeah, and that’s not the worst of it. Browse yahoo answers for a while some day. See what you can find. Then you have my permission to curl up into a fetal position and cry. As someone who loves ancient literature (that explains a lot) I enjoy writing styles such as Tolkien’s, and B­eowulf’s translated tale. Dang I wish I lived in the times of Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. Those seem like the pinnacle time of wisdom and great writing. Then technology began picking up speed and mankind became a little too bold, even a little too lazy, eventually resulting in the internet and the famous trend setter “lol.” Me and my friend (the same one who uttered the communism quote earlier) go to the library for 2 – 3 hours per week, and dedicate ourselves to either writing, or reading. I’ve been reading Beowulf lately, and he some of J.R.R. Tolkien’s more obscure written works, edited and released by his own son Christopher Tolkien. This was my first step to disconnecting myself from the internet a little. I choose not to rely on the internet to gain my information and read, either historical fiction or actual ancient history/mythology books. Those are my interests of course, and not yours necessarily. My point is, we’ve learned quite a bit lately in regards to the Celtic culture and history, as well as found some great literature to learn from. (We are both writers. We are fascinated by fantasy worlds and fictional history.) Now to conclude… I am a teenager living in the past, longing for the times of Tolkien to return. It’s not possible of course, I missed that time period. Unless some of those post-apocalyptic stories about technology come true, we’re stuck here. Yeah, maybe this is a venting blog, but I do think we can take things away from this. We likely can’t completely disconnect ourselves from the internet and/or technology. (Heck in this modern world that’d probably be a bad idea.) However we can improve it for ourselves. I’m going to start by limiting my internet or computer time. I doubt I’ll keep it consistently but you can be damn sure I’ll try. Thanks for taking the time to read this blog post. If you have something to say, feel free to comment and discuss, but please keep it civil. If you want to debate I’d like it to be calm and with care. If you like these sorts of blog entries, I will likely be making more. Though your ratings and ‘brohooves’ (or lack thereof) will help me decide when and what my next blog entry will be. Cheers, everypony! ~Matthew E.M. Grice, Marcato
  18. Yep. The book contradicted a lot of my views and all, but it was a pretty good book. If you don't know what this book is, then let me tell you: So it's the future. Communism has basically become the world's dominant political party, and the only, might I add. They have completely erased man's ego, and taken the word "I" out of their vocabulary. So that's a little strange, reading a book where every singular pronoun is replaced with "we" and all. In an effort to control man, they have destroyed most technological acheivements. They're basically amish. The plot is the standard "free thinker" story. The Rush album "2112" was based off it. They even have similar endings. (sorry if that spoiled it.) The book itself was good, but Ayn Rand is just so outspoken with her opinions. I mean, when I was reading it, teacher's were asking me why I would read it, because it's just such a far right book, on the political scale. Philosophy aside, Ayn Rand does use good symboligy and descriptions in her writing. While I don't plan on reading much by her (I've read the Fountainhead already.), the book was still enjoyable. If you care to hear my opinion, that is.
  19. I had another poetry thread here awhile ago, but I think it would count as thread necromancy if I brought it back so I'm starting a new one. (My usual name is Nevermore, and I plan on changing back soon from Slenderman) I hope to update this thread every once and a while with new poetry from my collection and new poems I come up with. So I'm just going to post some of my poetry randomly, if you have any comments or critiques please feel free to share them! Note: Even though I write a lot of dark poetry I am generally a happy person, so please don't worry about me or anything. I just find that letting feelings out in poetry helps me feel better when I had a bad day, nothing more than that. If you like what you see I have a whole gallery over at DeviantArt (a little bit of shameless self-advertisement never hurt anypony): http://shadowysilenc...rt.com/gallery/ The Cloud This cloud above us Grey, bleak, dead Drains us of life Turns words to ash Emotions run dry, and Friendships wither We are left as husks Simply wandering Shadows of who we once were Dead, even with veins beating No hope, no chance Just a dull routine We turn our heads to the sky Wishing, always wishing Remembering the sweet Sunlight and cool spring air Trying to grasp who we once were But all attempts are in vain Those persons are dead Grey, bleak, dead... The Joke's on Me In every joke, Every smile Lies the fear That truly no one is there The irrational terror That on this world I am alone, Laughing at myself The eternal fool Undying and shattered Monster My deepest fear Is not tangible No mere phobia, No easy explanation It is a beast That can be fought But never slain, for It will rise again This monster Tailor made for me, As all monsters are Perfectly molded From our own fears And dark hearts, Chases me down the Corridors of my mind Bringing with it the Cry of the lonely The horrid sound that is Suffering imbued in song The Aroma of Flowers Sitting, thinking Here at the edge of This world so dark Hearing the cries And from this perch The miserable thorns are seen Constricting... Choking... Unforgiving... Yet here and there Flowers, flowers... Beauty unsurpassed Growing and flourishing As the dark vines Roil round their forms Sentinels and Denizens of a world Which abhors them Smile even when hope is dead For the breeze brings with it The aroma of flowers