((Safely ferried across the Kelpie Sea, Pyroclastic Pele, Hempy Hooves, Cheer Chime, and the undead Splicer face the abandoned city of Manehattan.))

         Cheer Chime never could have predicted that her first visit to Manehattan would be so silent. The entire city was supposed to be a vibrant and bustling place, packed with busy ponies of every kind. Instead of loud streets and bright lights, however, Cheer stared across the water at a dark, skeletal city, devoid of all sounds of life. Not all sounds of life, the yellow and magenta pony realized. Across the bay, from near the forlorn shape of the Statue of Harmony, she could hear the cries of thousands of seagulls. They wheeled across the pink horizon, great arcs of white birds, rising in the heat and clipping low along the breakwater. As Rum Runner’s ship drifted into the ramshackle port, Cheer got a better look at protective ring of boulders. Her fur bristled as she discovered the cause of the birds’ frenzy. The tattered remains of ponies were strewn across the rocks. Crooked limbs protruded from bloated bodies and gulls fought for scraps on the exposed ribcages. Cheer felt her stomach turn and was forced to look away.

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None of what happened should have happened. However, everything did happen, and nothing is going to change that. We need to be done with this.

I do not want you to lose anything else. I did not know the potential consequences and was not meant to be informed of them later. From what I’ve heard, those consequences were more severe than I’d anticipated by far. Personally, I needed you to be held accountable for what you did and wanted there to be help for you. As I have said, I cared for you, despite everything. I can’t do that anymore.

You took too much out of me. I don’t have anything left to deal with you now. It sounds like your “source” explained most of this. I do not aim to hurt, and never did. I was terrified by what I saw in you at one point, and enough was enough. I do not lie. I only perceive, and what I perceived pushed me to action.

I’ve said all that I could have to say to you. I know you’re reading this. You made it clear that you were and that you wanted me to see what you’d written. I do not want to be in contact with you. I want this to be over. I want you to unfollow me now that you’ve seen this post. You have friends who care for you very much. I don’t have the power for that now. Turn to them. I need to be out of this.

Oh my gawd guys that’s what Dali said I’m totes serious aweubaowgarjbakthrfg

guys

drugs guys

I fucking love me some surrealistic nutjobs.

strawberrykiller:

My blog. Its been invaded by Sherlock and cats.

Oh my Gracii-Acey, it is such a blessed invasion.

((It’s been a while! Previously, Pyroclastic Pele had a little excursion on a zombie-ridden ship on which a mysterious acquaintance of Rum Runner’s had been surviving. Now, Captain Legacy is a guest on their ship, and the entire situation seems to darken with her news.))

            Hempy Hooves was never entirely sure about proper dining etiquette at fancy dinners. Unicorns always had it so easy. They were biologically designed for delicacy, it seemed. They could gently lift their glasses and levitate the lovely metal cutlery only useful to their kind. Earth ponies and pegasi, on the other hoof, had to bite the rims of fancy glasses and bring their muzzles right to their plates. In normal, casual settings, Hempy thought nothing of this unceremonious approach to eating. But onboard Rum Runner’s schooner, sitting at a long, ornate table in the well-furnished captain’s quarters, Hempy felt incredibly uncomfortable. It didn’t help that he was seated next to the glowering enemy pirate his friends had rescued from the undead seaponies, and she was very clearly unhappy to be in Rum’s presence.

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Sword, James Morisset, English (1781).

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Get By by Delta Heavy, A Stop-Motion Music Video That Butchers Games

OK, this is just delightful.

Around here, we stare at boring old audio waveforms all day long…this is a much better approach.

If Sid (Toy Story) had been a member of Ok Go.

After the Race (Taken with instagram)

China Town D.C. (Taken with instagram)

I desperately need summer work. Things are tight here in rural Indiana and I’m struggling to find something that’s not selling Cutco knives door-to-door (which I actually would be okay with but for my parents’ dismissal of it). My best bet is probably working as a camp counselor for a Christian camp. My kid brother has attended and loved it, and the people there have always seemed like nice folks.

Nice folks or not, there are Christian stipulations. I’m not as fervent of a church attendee as I once was, especially after I was kicked out of my high school Sunday school class for arguing about homosexuality and defending my gay uncles. Nevertheless, I’m all for loving each other and being good people and all that jazz.

So I’m reading through the Christian bit and come across a warning about sexual behavior, linked to this:

1 Corinthians 6:9–10 - Or do you not know that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived; neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor homosexuals, nor thieves, nor the covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers, shall inherit the kingdom of God.

WHELP. That’s a real bummer, because I don’t really mind any person being effeminate, and as a female in biological sex and gender, I technically count as being effeminate, don’t I? That’s a weird thing to say, Bible. And I haven’t even touched on homosexuality. That pretty much bars me entirely. Love everyone and all that shit, just not if they’re your gender… for some reason. I know that’s twisting it… but come on.

What do I do? Do I feign being a good, straight Christian for the work it offers and the fun kids have there? Or do I continue to have a useless resume and no hope of employment? I feel like I’m selling my soul!

HELP!