Tuesday, 14 April 2015
so true
I think the reason why I got all these guy friends and no boyfriend is because I don't really wanna date any of them. I don't need to feel like I'm waiting to be noticed. I know who I am and I'll know what I want if and when it ever comes along.
hehehe
Have you ever wondered what it was like to have an awesome friend? Tea, otherwise known as her internet alias 'Auroura', has been the coolest person ever, as she has demonstrated several times through acts of friendship. Some would disagree, saying that she is nothing more than the common dork. However, Auroura is awesome, cute, and a great friend.
Auroura is pretty cool, or awesome, to be precise. On 7/9/14, at 10:51 PM, Auroura wrote, "i know, ill make my secret triple chocolate cookies with an oozy inside". In other words, Auroura is going out of her way to bake awesome cookies like an awesome friend for a dork. In the evidence, we see that Auroura likes "secret triple chocolate cookies", which is, according to a random poll, in common with 87% of other awesome people. Additionally, Auoura had stated that she knows, another sign of intelligence, an attribute attached to awesomeness. This is why Auroura is awesome.
Auroura is cute because, well, d'aw. On 7/9/14, at 10:41 PM, Auroura wrote, "YOU'RE ADORABLE!!!". This means that Auroura had been able to express her feelings, which lead to an insta-d'aw, otherwise known as a 'me gusta'. Upon further analysis, the quote represents that she was able to identify an attribute which is more easily found by others that share it's title. Furthermore, writing in caps lock is also a cause for d'aw-ness.
Finally, Auroura is a great friend! On 7/9/14, at 11:17 PM, Auroura wrote, "i take off the tarp, revailing a one pony carriage", and also agreed to read, "//;evidencenotfound(missingresource:'quote')//;. In other words, Tea had been able to put herself before others by carrying somepony else for them. Additionally, she had also agreed to read, in order to assist a dork in his sleep schedule. In the text, it states that "...one pony carriage." This shows that Auroura is able to put someone else before herself. Also, in "//;evidencenotfound(missingresource:'quote')//;", Auroura had been one of the best friends ever upon agreeing to help a dork sleep.
Auroura is pretty cool, or awesome, to be precise. On 7/9/14, at 10:51 PM, Auroura wrote, "i know, ill make my secret triple chocolate cookies with an oozy inside". In other words, Auroura is going out of her way to bake awesome cookies like an awesome friend for a dork. In the evidence, we see that Auroura likes "secret triple chocolate cookies", which is, according to a random poll, in common with 87% of other awesome people. Additionally, Auoura had stated that she knows, another sign of intelligence, an attribute attached to awesomeness. This is why Auroura is awesome.
Auroura is cute because, well, d'aw. On 7/9/14, at 10:41 PM, Auroura wrote, "YOU'RE ADORABLE!!!". This means that Auroura had been able to express her feelings, which lead to an insta-d'aw, otherwise known as a 'me gusta'. Upon further analysis, the quote represents that she was able to identify an attribute which is more easily found by others that share it's title. Furthermore, writing in caps lock is also a cause for d'aw-ness.
Finally, Auroura is a great friend! On 7/9/14, at 11:17 PM, Auroura wrote, "i take off the tarp, revailing a one pony carriage", and also agreed to read, "//;evidencenotfound(missingresource:'quote')//;. In other words, Tea had been able to put herself before others by carrying somepony else for them. Additionally, she had also agreed to read, in order to assist a dork in his sleep schedule. In the text, it states that "...one pony carriage." This shows that Auroura is able to put someone else before herself. Also, in "//;evidencenotfound(missingresource:'quote')//;", Auroura had been one of the best friends ever upon agreeing to help a dork sleep.
YO B MY BESTIE
feeling awesome.
Monday, 6 April 2015
Solar Eclipse
Title: Solar Eclipse
Category: Cartoons » My Little Pony
Author: heartlovesplay
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: General
Published: 08-24-14, Updated: 08-30-14
Chapters: 2, Words: 1,807
Category: Cartoons » My Little Pony
Author: heartlovesplay
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: General
Published: 08-24-14, Updated: 08-30-14
Chapters: 2, Words: 1,807
Chapter 1: Chapter 1
This is just a way for me too say thanks to all of those peeps out there that helped me with this story!
- Cynical Brony - one of my bestest of friends (he kinda got pissed because I didn't thank him)
- Mrs Romanis - My English teacher (she proof red and edited)
- NastyLady - the artist who created my cover art (yes, i got her permission to use the piece)
I hope y'all enjoy my story
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
The night was dark, stormy, and cold. Thunder collided with the ground, as nature and pony-kind met, their territory holding its ground against the fierce storm. Nature never stopped, would never cease, and would continue to unleash a barrage of elements that would always block any type of advancement. But, either the ponies would endure, or succumb to the forces of the eternal world.
"The troops are ready, generals."
The Lunar Republic had begun to rise up against the evil that ran within the Solar Empire's roots, causing unjust within the society and disgracing the monarchy they claimed to be. Celestia, Princess of Equestria, had been in charge of the country for thousands of years, not giving power to anyone but herself. Selfishness, tyranny, and glory were all hers. She controlled the sun, harnessing all that remained under her control, filled with awe and prospect, while she sat, adorned and embellished by her own greed and overabundance of riches.
But Princess Luna, the true heir to the throne, sought to overthrow her sister's rule, as she was Queen of the Night, Lord of Dreams, and a leader fit to rule. Her sister had taken the glory that should have been shared as equals, and yet, offered no type of reward for doing so. Years had passed; decades had mounted, until Luna had enough.
She had, unbeknownst to her sister, raised an army of followers, the Night Guards, and begun training and arming them under the night's protective embrace. Luna was in charge of the kingdom from dusk until dawn, meaning she had the rights to govern the country as seen fit; because of this, she had been able to mount a standing army as time continued.
Yet, the time had come. Months of propaganda had been spread, convincing the world of Celestia's tyranny, leading others to join the cause of true righteousness, and sacrificing themselves for what was right, for the free will and free land, independent from the artificial wall of illusion Celestia had created so that the populace had been content with their status.
Many had seen the ways of the Night Guards, and begun to fund the cause in several ways. Some committed what was thought of as 'vandalism', portraying the true monstrosity that Celestia was. Others had utilized what little Celestia offered for privacy, and unanimously endorsed the Night Guards with money, allowing training and weapons to be funded.
And here her armies stood, bristling in the wind, as they waited for dawn; the signal that told Luna's army to charge.
"Generals Dusk and Light, are we ready for combat?" a young gunnery sergeant asked, obviously tense from the last battle.
"We can only hope, sergeant." Dusk replied, scanning the ranks of the army, united by a single banner. They could do this; they could persevere and be the entrepreneurs in the lead of change and innovation, to be the models for the generations of the future and plant the seeds of aspiration within their brethren.
"Hope is a sad thing, Dusk" retorted Light, her husband. "We could very well be leading our troops into one of the worst bloodbaths in Equestrian history…"
Dusk kissed Light. "Then we will face this, together…" she whispers, confident that they would be leading their men into an already won struggle.
The trumpets and drums started their beat that signalled the cacophony of steel and magic clashing was imminent. For many, it was their first time hearing such a noise; for the veterans, it was nearly enough to trigger PTSD.
"My sister's tyranny has lasted long enough" Luna's booming voice shattered the lowly silence. "Her rule of death shall end tonight! Men, all I ask of you is to fight. Fight for all that's good in this world, and the next! To fight until you breathe your last breath. To fight for your friends, for your family and most of all, for the soldiers that have fallen to the swords of Celestia's ruthless lackeys!" her voice softening, "To fight for the betterment of your home, to create a safe haven for ponies and griffins alike!" Luna hovers above the ground, silhouetting against the bright moon," For a new age! A new era! A new Equestria!"
The soldiers cheered, waving their swords and guns in the air. "Now we prepare for battle!" Luna yelled the last of the suns light disappeared under the horizon.
The night was still and the forest silent as Luna's troops advanced. They moved quietly among the trees, the only sound the soft thud's of the hoofs on the damp ground.
A blast of light hit the ground in front of the army, breaking the front lines. The horses scattered quickly, with few casualties. "Fall back and re-group!" yelled the two generals in unison, followed by the few front lines of ponies running to the back of the massive army.
Dusk and Light sat with Luna, the three of them looking over the soldiers of the night. "We need another plan Princess" Light states, "we can't just march up to Celestia's front door and expect her not to notice." Luna's gaze shifts to Celestia's white citadel in the distance, deep in thought. "You're right General.." she utters "if we send two smaller groups of soldiers to flank the city, distracting Celestia, then send the rest of the army straight down the middle spread out formation." she declares, stepping forward. She turns to Dusk and Light, "Prepare the army and wait for my signal" she commands looking proudly at her powerful soldiers.
The Night Guard charged under the darkness, towards the blazing cannons that emitted light that could be seen from miles away, and uttered thunderous roars that shook the ground and would make even the mightiest of armies tremble from their terrible reputation of devastating platoons.
But not this army, this army had a belief. And one pony with a belief could do much more than some-pony without. In this case, the entire army of the Night Guards had understood their cause and was willing to fight and die for it.
And the Solar Empire thought just the same; they had no remorse. They knew the Night Guards had taken the risk of death when facing their might, and when their attempts to put an end to their terrorism had ended in failure, learned the only way to finish this madness was to make sure every living soul that believed in the cause would be put down.
"Captain! Switch to inferno rounds and make sure our spell-casters are ready to use their Barrier spell!" Celestia ordered her newly placed captain, Light Guardian. "Our troops are going to suffer heavy casualties on the right if we do not reinforce the right fla-" Celestia
Luna stood over Celestia's bloody body. "You have destroyed Equestria," Luna said, her anger barely restrained. "You have destroyed yourself and everything that you cared for. You have destroyed my trust, my respect for you. My dear, dear sister, you shall pay for what you have done!" Luna lifted her sword and, without a second thought, plunged it into Celestia's heart.
A cackling laughter filled the air as Luna's sword slowly edged its way out of Celestia's chest. "You really think that you, the queen of shadows, can destroy me?" Celestia roared. "ME!? Hahahaha! My dear, dear sister, have you learnt nothing?" Celestia slowly stood, despite her bruised and broken body.
Once up, Celestia grinned, looking over her sister. "My dear little sister, how you've grown." She casually walked around Luna. "Too bad…"
Without warning, Celestia shot a bolt of magic into the back of Luna's neck, directly on the exposed flesh between the armour plates. Luna cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
Luna turned her attention up to Celestia, determination on her face. "Oh, but I have learnt much, sister," Luna muttered as she levitated her sword straight up through Celestia's throat, her one weak point. Celestia's mouth opened, resulting in blood flowing outward and down to her hooves, pooling all around her.
Smiling, Celestia teleported away, most likely to her grand dwelling in Canterlot.
Luna staggers over to Moon Light, who is lying next to a limp Star Dusk. Luna kneels next to Light, "Y-you are relieved of duty, General" whispers Luna. Light holds out a small pouch "M-my daughter… Aurou-ra" he manages to say. Luna takes the pouch carefully, nodding, "she will get this". Light smiles, before fading away to the death that was inevitable. Luna closes his eyes, before laying him to rest next to his wife. Luna teleports them all back to her small palace, where they are taken to be prepared for burial.
The soft rain and the whispering wind were the only sounds. The clouds were a dark grey, and there was no colour in anything. As the two brave pegasi were lowered into the ground, a young filly raced forward. She placed a small envelope onto the coffin, with 'Mum and Dad' scribbled over it. A mare stepped out from the small gathering of ponies and took the small filly away. The mare took the filly home.
"What happened to them sis?" asked the young filly.
The mare sat the filly on her lap in front of the fire-place. "As you know, Ma and Pa fought against Celestia." The filly nodded. "Well, umm, Ma and Pa were fighting... against Celestia herself... Celestia, uhh, killed Ma with a powerful shot of magic... but Pa managed to wound Celestia."
The small filly looked intently into the eyes of her older sister, "then what happened?" she asked.
"Well, at that moment, our Princess burst in, and in a rage, attacked Celestia. Now, Celestia is a smart mare, so she grabbed Pa, and... Uh… Slit his throat before facing Luna. Luna managed to almost kill Celestia, before she teleported away. Luna ran to Pa just before he died…. and he gave her this" she answers, holding out a golden locket, "he was going to give this to you for your birthday, when Ma and Pa returned from the war…" the mare stopped, staring at the sad filly." Auroura..." she trailed off.
The filly was holding the shiny locket, tears rolling down her soft cheeks "I know sis… "She says before breaking down, crying.
Many decades have past, and peace has settled throughout Equestria. After the disappearance of Celestia, Princess Luna took the throne of Equestria, weary of her sisters' return.
"Ma'am, the captain wishes to speak with you"
Luna snaps out of her daydream, "Yes, show her in" she says, standing from her throne. The great, gold doors at the end of the hall open, and a flustered mare runs in, "Princess! Princess, we've found her!" the mare yells.
"Wha- you can't be serious Auroura!" Luna states, astonished. Auroura reveals a map from her wing and shows Luna. "Here." she says, pointing to a cluster of caves and mountains, "and we have reason to believe she's not alone. Our scans have revealed multiple life forms, and from the similarities, they're alicorns." Luna studies the area carefully, deep in thought, "other alicorns? How many are talking about here." she queries.
"Well, according to results from the latest scans, twenty and growing. Her progression is slow, but consistent. We fear that by the end of the month she could have fifty or more alicorns. We can't match that kind of power!" Auroura proclaims.
"You're right captain... That's why we need to stop her while we're one step ahead. Auroura, I want you and five of your best guards to check this place out and find out as much information as you possibly can. This is going to happen tonight, at dusk." Luna declares, sending Auroura on her way, "And remember captain, be careful!" she says as Auroura exits.
As the lazy sun rests on distant horizon, swift shadows run through the maze of trees in the large, eerie forest. "Okay colts, Princess Luna is relying on us, so don't mess this up" Auroura shares over the com-link. "Yes captain, we all know the risks of this mission" answers one of the guards. Auroura stops at the end of the forest, followed closely by five others. She looks into the far distance through a pair of binoculars, "We best get moving, we need to cover a lot of open ground" she states before putting away the binoculars and spreading her wings, "Pegasi with me, the rest of you, we'll meet you there" she blasts up into the clouds followed closely by two others. The two earth ponies grab hold of the unicorn who teleports them to the other side, back into the trees.
The moon is resting in the sky, surrounded by billions of tiny stars and blanketed by silvery clouds. Auroura glided cleanly over the streamlined clouds, finally being able to relax. She plummets through the layers and layers of cloud until landing gently on the moist ground. She turns and faces the awaiting troop, pulling out a holo-map. "If we split up and surround them, we will be able to gather the most info. Lightning will take the sky, hiding in the thick clouds. I will be positioned near the entrance of the main cave, and every-pony else will surround it" She orders, before signalling them to move out.
Celestia scoffs, "they think they can sneak up on me? My sister must be joking" she scorns, looking down at the dug-out city, her soldiers training, learning how to kill.
Monday, 19 January 2015
JEESUS
if u felt that way why did u not say anything and like the whole world needed to know or be able to acsess your rant and some of the things you siad arnt nice you cant have the world revovle around you or expect people to love you and be your sevants people are different and no one is perfect so u ned to take a long hard look in the mirror and decide who really is the bad guy because you say that i no we call you names behind your back but i havent written a nasty terrible rant about you because i thought you got over it you cant hold a grudge for all your life whats happend has happened build and move past the situation i have and i have also forgiven and forgot most of the mean tings you say about me mabey i forgae you to fast i guess the comes with frindship and genorrossity.
Monday, 8 December 2014
Hate Rant
I need time to distress, I need time to stop and take a breather. I almost feel like ditching school just to finally get some me time. But then Of course I have no money or food so I would have to go home and get in trouble. Hence, restarting everything. I just don't know what to do anymore. Coping with it is obviously not working. Not many people notice, or care.
And then when you tell them, they call you an attention/sympathy whore...
That's the worst part right there...Your hurt and hurt and hurt and say nothing. You say something? More hurt
And then afterwards they're all like: I'm sorry. And I'm like: no your fucking not. You always fucking do this to me. When they're sad, when they're depressed, you dont call them names, call them sympathy whores, so why do you do that to me? Do you despise me that much? Do you hate me so much that you have to bully and abuse me and be a completely douche-bag? But no, now I'm being a bitch for telling you how I see things. Well you know what? You dont deserve to be my friend. Heck, you dont deserve to be anyone's friend. You know why? Because you're a two faced, back stabbing, self-obsessed, lying son of a bitch that cant see that everyone fucking hates your bloody guts because really, you dont give a shit about anyone but yourself.
It's not just some people that are corrupt. It's the world, with the exception of a few people like us, who still know what should be nice and should be asshole behavior
And then when you tell them, they call you an attention/sympathy whore...
That's the worst part right there...Your hurt and hurt and hurt and say nothing. You say something? More hurt
And then afterwards they're all like: I'm sorry. And I'm like: no your fucking not. You always fucking do this to me. When they're sad, when they're depressed, you dont call them names, call them sympathy whores, so why do you do that to me? Do you despise me that much? Do you hate me so much that you have to bully and abuse me and be a completely douche-bag? But no, now I'm being a bitch for telling you how I see things. Well you know what? You dont deserve to be my friend. Heck, you dont deserve to be anyone's friend. You know why? Because you're a two faced, back stabbing, self-obsessed, lying son of a bitch that cant see that everyone fucking hates your bloody guts because really, you dont give a shit about anyone but yourself.
It's not just some people that are corrupt. It's the world, with the exception of a few people like us, who still know what should be nice and should be asshole behavior
Monday, 1 December 2014
Friday, 28 November 2014
Sunday, 23 November 2014
SOSE: geography
'After travelling some 500 km across the ice, Belgrave Ninnis fell into a crevasse. With him fell a tent, most of the remaining food, spare clothing and the best dogs. Although Mawson and Mertz lay
177at the edge of the crevasse and called out to him for three hours, Ninnis was not heard or seen again. The two men began the five-week journey back to the hut, with provisions for only a week or so.'
Our food and shelter is gone, and our clothes are completely retched. Poor Belgrave, the thought of his death, even though quick, is devastating. We sat there atop the crevasse, yelling down at him and our best sled-dogs, but we only received the bitter cold and wind in return.
'They decided to eat the dogs as each dog collapsed from exhaustion. This decision would end up killing Mertz and almost taking the life of Mawson. According to one theory, the livers of the dogs slowly poisoned the men, causing them to hallucinate and their bodies to slowly rot away. When Mertz died, Mawson was still 160 kilometers from the hut.'
Mertz! Why did you have to die! You were my closest companion, and know i am all alone in this desolate land. I only wish I myself wasn't feeling so sickly, and I could give you a proper goodbye. But I must keep moving, even it kills me, I must reach the hut.
Starving and desperately ill, Mawson inched his way towards the hut. His hair and skin were falling off, his fingers were badly frostbitten and the soles of his feet had peeled away. Forced to crawl at times and to make his own crampons with wood and screws, he eventually made it to ‘Aladdin's Cave’.
I am so hungry and ill, I just about collapsed when I reached the sanctuary of this wonderful, marvelous cave. I am about to go to sleep, so when I set off tomorrow morning, ill have enough energy. I finished re-bandaging my peeling feet, and am still trying to warm my fingers.
177at the edge of the crevasse and called out to him for three hours, Ninnis was not heard or seen again. The two men began the five-week journey back to the hut, with provisions for only a week or so.'
Our food and shelter is gone, and our clothes are completely retched. Poor Belgrave, the thought of his death, even though quick, is devastating. We sat there atop the crevasse, yelling down at him and our best sled-dogs, but we only received the bitter cold and wind in return.
'They decided to eat the dogs as each dog collapsed from exhaustion. This decision would end up killing Mertz and almost taking the life of Mawson. According to one theory, the livers of the dogs slowly poisoned the men, causing them to hallucinate and their bodies to slowly rot away. When Mertz died, Mawson was still 160 kilometers from the hut.'
Mertz! Why did you have to die! You were my closest companion, and know i am all alone in this desolate land. I only wish I myself wasn't feeling so sickly, and I could give you a proper goodbye. But I must keep moving, even it kills me, I must reach the hut.
Starving and desperately ill, Mawson inched his way towards the hut. His hair and skin were falling off, his fingers were badly frostbitten and the soles of his feet had peeled away. Forced to crawl at times and to make his own crampons with wood and screws, he eventually made it to ‘Aladdin's Cave’.
I am so hungry and ill, I just about collapsed when I reached the sanctuary of this wonderful, marvelous cave. I am about to go to sleep, so when I set off tomorrow morning, ill have enough energy. I finished re-bandaging my peeling feet, and am still trying to warm my fingers.
Saturday, 22 November 2014
Saturday, 15 November 2014
Wednesday, 12 November 2014
Saturday, 8 November 2014
Thursday, 30 October 2014
Sunday, 19 October 2014
Hi. I'm writing this to you because I have to tell somebody. I cant keep this inside anymore, its making me go insane. Ill start from the beginning
When I first got Skype, I didn't think much of it. It was just a way to talk to my friends without the teachers spying on us (they spy on our emails). I made an effort when I met you and others to become friends with them, and soon we were friends, great friends.
Then I felt myself grow especially close to one of them. But he had a girlfriend, so I tried to lose interest in him. That didn't work, so when I found out he broke up with his gf, I was kinda glad. We did start going out, and I was so happy during those days. But alas, I was insecure and sorta selfish and I broke up with him, but I still loved him.
I tried to forget about him and even tried falling for another. Yeah, I did fall in love with the other, but it was not to be. From then, I made sure never to get that close to anyone, so that, no matter what, they couldn't hurt me, and I couldn't hurt them.
Along with that, there's been bullying and teasing. So next time I get all moody, don't judge me too quickly.
I'm trying my best.
Wednesday, 8 October 2014
My honest opinion of my school
Okay. First thing I'd like to point out is that I'm no hater. I'm just a student from this school and I want to tell people what it's really like.
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Forest Hill Secondary College (aka FHC) is a great local high school with a fantastic curriculum. Now, other students may disagree with me when i say that, mainly because at the moment, it is heavily sport-based. But to them I say "are you blind? Can't you see that they are introducing curricular activities and events for people that dislike sport as well?" I mean, yea, so far they only have 1 thing that inst sport related, but come on! These things take time! What, do you expect them to change everything over night?
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Now, I probably know what you're thinking, 'these students sure hate there school!' and yes, some do. But hate is a very strong word and shouldn't be used lightly. I mean come on, denoting hostile actions motivated by intense dislike or prejudice is a bit ruthless. Its not like the students want to burn down the school, or wreak havoc with the teachers.
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Now, this brings me to my next point, the computers. Now, FHC lends students computers until year 10 (when they have to pay more money or buy there own computer) which is a fantastic idea. So why am I bringing this up? Well, I'm bringing this up, because there is a major flaw in this. Lets say you dropped your computer because someone knocked into you. You would have to go to the technician, fill out a form, pay $50 for its repair, and then wait an exceeded amount of time for you to get it bak while using a rental computer that has none of your information on it. And whats worse, if your explanation for the damage isn't good enough for Acer (the peeps who repair the computers) then you have to either: lie about how the damage occurred to make it more "plausible"; or pay the FULL repair cost for the damage. It is completely and utterly stupid
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Stay tuned for my next review!
~TruthTeller
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Forest Hill Secondary College (aka FHC) is a great local high school with a fantastic curriculum. Now, other students may disagree with me when i say that, mainly because at the moment, it is heavily sport-based. But to them I say "are you blind? Can't you see that they are introducing curricular activities and events for people that dislike sport as well?" I mean, yea, so far they only have 1 thing that inst sport related, but come on! These things take time! What, do you expect them to change everything over night?
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Now, I probably know what you're thinking, 'these students sure hate there school!' and yes, some do. But hate is a very strong word and shouldn't be used lightly. I mean come on, denoting hostile actions motivated by intense dislike or prejudice is a bit ruthless. Its not like the students want to burn down the school, or wreak havoc with the teachers.
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Now, this brings me to my next point, the computers. Now, FHC lends students computers until year 10 (when they have to pay more money or buy there own computer) which is a fantastic idea. So why am I bringing this up? Well, I'm bringing this up, because there is a major flaw in this. Lets say you dropped your computer because someone knocked into you. You would have to go to the technician, fill out a form, pay $50 for its repair, and then wait an exceeded amount of time for you to get it bak while using a rental computer that has none of your information on it. And whats worse, if your explanation for the damage isn't good enough for Acer (the peeps who repair the computers) then you have to either: lie about how the damage occurred to make it more "plausible"; or pay the FULL repair cost for the damage. It is completely and utterly stupid
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Stay tuned for my next review!
~TruthTeller
Wednesday, 1 October 2014
Me? Are you talking about me?
Have you ever wondered what it was like to have an awesome friend? Tea, otherwise known as her internet alias 'Auroura', has been the coolest person ever, as she has demonstrated several times through acts of friendship. Some would disagree, saying that she is nothing more than the common dork. However, Auroura is awesome, cute, and a great friend.
Auroura is pretty cool, or awesome, to be precise. On 7/9/14, at 10:51 PM, Auroura wrote, "i know, ill make my secret triple chocolate cookies with an oozy inside". In other words, Auroura is going out of her way to bake awesome cookies like an awesome friend for a dork. In the evidence, we see that Auroura likes "secret triple chocolate cookies", which is, according to a random poll, in common with 87% of other awesome people. Additionally, Auoura had stated that she knows, another sign of intelligence, an attribute attached to awesomeness. This is why Auroura is awesome.
Auroura is cute because, well, d'aw. On 7/9/14, at 10:41 PM, Auroura wrote, "YOU'RE ADORABLE!!!". This means that Auroura had been able to express her feelings, which lead to an insta-d'aw, otherwise known as a 'me gusta'. Upon further analysis, the quote represents that she was able to identify an attribute which is more easily found by others that share it's title. Furthermore, writing in caps lock is also a cause for d'aw-ness.
Finally, Auroura is a great friend! On 7/9/14, at 11:17 PM, Auroura wrote, "i take off the tarp, revailing a one pony carriage", and also agreed to read, "//;evidencenotfound(missingresource:'quote')//;. In other words, Tea had been able to put herself before others by carrying somepony else for them. Additionally, she had also agreed to read, in order to assist a dork in his sleep schedule. In the text, it states that "...one pony carriage." This shows that Auroura is able to put someone else before herself. Also, in "//;evidencenotfound(missingresource:'quote')//;", Auroura had been one of the best friends ever upon agreeing to help a dork sleep.
Auroura is pretty cool, or awesome, to be precise. On 7/9/14, at 10:51 PM, Auroura wrote, "i know, ill make my secret triple chocolate cookies with an oozy inside". In other words, Auroura is going out of her way to bake awesome cookies like an awesome friend for a dork. In the evidence, we see that Auroura likes "secret triple chocolate cookies", which is, according to a random poll, in common with 87% of other awesome people. Additionally, Auoura had stated that she knows, another sign of intelligence, an attribute attached to awesomeness. This is why Auroura is awesome.
Auroura is cute because, well, d'aw. On 7/9/14, at 10:41 PM, Auroura wrote, "YOU'RE ADORABLE!!!". This means that Auroura had been able to express her feelings, which lead to an insta-d'aw, otherwise known as a 'me gusta'. Upon further analysis, the quote represents that she was able to identify an attribute which is more easily found by others that share it's title. Furthermore, writing in caps lock is also a cause for d'aw-ness.
Finally, Auroura is a great friend! On 7/9/14, at 11:17 PM, Auroura wrote, "i take off the tarp, revailing a one pony carriage", and also agreed to read, "//;evidencenotfound(missingresource:'quote')//;. In other words, Tea had been able to put herself before others by carrying somepony else for them. Additionally, she had also agreed to read, in order to assist a dork in his sleep schedule. In the text, it states that "...one pony carriage." This shows that Auroura is able to put someone else before herself. Also, in "//;evidencenotfound(missingresource:'quote')//;", Auroura had been one of the best friends ever upon agreeing to help a dork sleep.
YO B MY BESTIE
Monday, 22 September 2014
Running from destiny
Title: Running from Destiny
Category: Cartoons » My Little Pony
Author: heartlovesplay
Language: English, Rating: Rated: PG
Genre: General
Published: 23-09-14, Updated: 23-09-14
Chapters: 1, Words: 1,003
Running. Endless running. I couldn't see through the blood falling from my head in the cold, pelting rain, yet I knew the streets of Canterlot like the back of my hoof.
But trailing behind were the sounds of dogs barking whilst the guards yelled "In the name Celestia, stop evading your inevitable capture!"
Looking behind me, I tripped, falling to the cobbled road. I yelled out in pain as my side hits the ground, landing on my already injured wing. I tried to stand up, but after running for what felt like hours, I could barely move. But, before I yield to the unconsciousness, I feel somepony grab my shoulders, pulling me from the main road and out of the freezing rain into one of the wallflower houses among the many.
I wipe the blood and rain from my eyes, listening intently as my pursuers run past. "Th-thanks" is all I can say, still shell-shocked from almost being caught. I sit back and hold the wing that impacted the ground and cradled it.
I look around the small, gloomy room. On the far wall, an array of weird weapons made from wood and forged with different metals hung from steel hooks. In the corner closest to me, a fireplace held a blaze with a small, colorful fire.
I crawl slowly over to the fire, dragging my sore body across the floor. I rest next to the fire, garnering little warmth from the flames. I look over to my savoir. The darkly dressed pegasus stallion, standing at the open door, turns around and looks at me, his face wet from the rain. He closes the door with a kick from one of his back legs.
"You are safe now, Auroura." he says, walking over to me.
"H-how do you know my name?" I ask him, both scared and intrigued from his knowledge.
"I know many things about you. I even know things you don't know yet" he answers, sitting across from me, next to the fire. He finds a biscuit in one of his pockets and offers it to me. I take the food, and it in one bite. My stomach rumbles hoping for more food.
I stroke it lightly, "Thanks again" I tell him. He nods in recognition as he stares aimlessly into the burning coals. I look at him not sure if I should disturb his train of thought. The silence hangs in the air for a few seconds. "Who are you?" My voice ringing through the small room.
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'Storm' was his answer. 'Storm... sounds familiar... mmmm...' I think to myself. A howling wind rages outside, the freezing rain joining its dance. Storm continues staring at the flaming coals, like he was in some sort of trance. A window slams open, letting the wet and cold of the weather enter the warmish room. The stallion shakes his head, like a bucket of water had been poured over his head. He gets up and goes to shut the window. "It's getting pretty late" he says, wiping the rain from his face and going over to a cupboard in the corner, "here are some blankets... and a pillow" he continues, searching through the cupboard, and placing the stuff he wanted on the floor next to him.
"Thanks Storm" I say, stumbling over to him. I grab five or so blankets and two fluffy pillows from the floor, stumbling back to the fire-place. I set up the bed for me then start making a second one when Storm walks over to me, carrying a small box "I need to check out those nasty cuts on your head, and your wing is quite crooked" he says, sitting me down on the blankets.
"Okay" I say willingly and trustfully. He looks at the bleeding mess, and takes out a tube of cream, a pack of swabs, and a bottle of water. He washes away excess blood with the water, causing me to flinch as the cold liquid comes in contact with the open flesh, then he uses some of the swabs to apply the cream. He takes out a roll of bandage and wrap's my head with it. He takes a clip from the box and uses it to keep the bandage in place.
"Storm, could I maybe lie down, I'm getting really tired" I ask him. He nods slowly, peering at the crooked wing. I get comfortable on my belly, and make sure that the stallion can still reach my wing. He feels along my wing slowly, causing me to grit my teeth in pain. "A mild break, something I can't fix. We need to get you to a hospital." My eyes spring open, and I grab his collar "No... no hospital... the guards... they will find me, take me away, torture me endlessly until they kill me!" I say, panicking.
"Woe..." he says, removing my hoofs from his jacket, "Okay, no hospital... But you need to get to a doctor."
I sit back, "I'm sorry, but I would rather lose my wings than be captured by Celestia!" I say, sneering at the princess' name. I open my silver moon pendant and mumble something in an ancient language. Inside the pendant are two pictures. One of a navy stallion with golden eyes and a maroon mane and tail dressed in armour similar to the one's of Luna's royal guard. The second picture is of the same stallion with a teal mare with the same mane and tail colour, but with hazel eyes smiling around a young Auroura. I close the pendant suddenly and look at Storm, "I know somewhere we can go, somewhere that Celestia's goons won't be able to find us." I stand with some difficulty, growing more weary.
"Good, but you need sleep" he says, finishing his bed "but we can go first thing in the morning." I agree with him and yawn, "Goodnight" I say as I fall asleep.
Storm gets into bed, "sleep well, my love" he whispers, before falling asleep.
Category: Cartoons » My Little Pony
Author: heartlovesplay
Language: English, Rating: Rated: PG
Genre: General
Published: 23-09-14, Updated: 23-09-14
Chapters: 1, Words: 1,003
Running. Endless running. I couldn't see through the blood falling from my head in the cold, pelting rain, yet I knew the streets of Canterlot like the back of my hoof.
But trailing behind were the sounds of dogs barking whilst the guards yelled "In the name Celestia, stop evading your inevitable capture!"
Looking behind me, I tripped, falling to the cobbled road. I yelled out in pain as my side hits the ground, landing on my already injured wing. I tried to stand up, but after running for what felt like hours, I could barely move. But, before I yield to the unconsciousness, I feel somepony grab my shoulders, pulling me from the main road and out of the freezing rain into one of the wallflower houses among the many.
I wipe the blood and rain from my eyes, listening intently as my pursuers run past. "Th-thanks" is all I can say, still shell-shocked from almost being caught. I sit back and hold the wing that impacted the ground and cradled it.
I look around the small, gloomy room. On the far wall, an array of weird weapons made from wood and forged with different metals hung from steel hooks. In the corner closest to me, a fireplace held a blaze with a small, colorful fire.
I crawl slowly over to the fire, dragging my sore body across the floor. I rest next to the fire, garnering little warmth from the flames. I look over to my savoir. The darkly dressed pegasus stallion, standing at the open door, turns around and looks at me, his face wet from the rain. He closes the door with a kick from one of his back legs.
"You are safe now, Auroura." he says, walking over to me.
"H-how do you know my name?" I ask him, both scared and intrigued from his knowledge.
"I know many things about you. I even know things you don't know yet" he answers, sitting across from me, next to the fire. He finds a biscuit in one of his pockets and offers it to me. I take the food, and it in one bite. My stomach rumbles hoping for more food.
I stroke it lightly, "Thanks again" I tell him. He nods in recognition as he stares aimlessly into the burning coals. I look at him not sure if I should disturb his train of thought. The silence hangs in the air for a few seconds. "Who are you?" My voice ringing through the small room.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
'Storm' was his answer. 'Storm... sounds familiar... mmmm...' I think to myself. A howling wind rages outside, the freezing rain joining its dance. Storm continues staring at the flaming coals, like he was in some sort of trance. A window slams open, letting the wet and cold of the weather enter the warmish room. The stallion shakes his head, like a bucket of water had been poured over his head. He gets up and goes to shut the window. "It's getting pretty late" he says, wiping the rain from his face and going over to a cupboard in the corner, "here are some blankets... and a pillow" he continues, searching through the cupboard, and placing the stuff he wanted on the floor next to him.
"Thanks Storm" I say, stumbling over to him. I grab five or so blankets and two fluffy pillows from the floor, stumbling back to the fire-place. I set up the bed for me then start making a second one when Storm walks over to me, carrying a small box "I need to check out those nasty cuts on your head, and your wing is quite crooked" he says, sitting me down on the blankets.
"Okay" I say willingly and trustfully. He looks at the bleeding mess, and takes out a tube of cream, a pack of swabs, and a bottle of water. He washes away excess blood with the water, causing me to flinch as the cold liquid comes in contact with the open flesh, then he uses some of the swabs to apply the cream. He takes out a roll of bandage and wrap's my head with it. He takes a clip from the box and uses it to keep the bandage in place.
"Storm, could I maybe lie down, I'm getting really tired" I ask him. He nods slowly, peering at the crooked wing. I get comfortable on my belly, and make sure that the stallion can still reach my wing. He feels along my wing slowly, causing me to grit my teeth in pain. "A mild break, something I can't fix. We need to get you to a hospital." My eyes spring open, and I grab his collar "No... no hospital... the guards... they will find me, take me away, torture me endlessly until they kill me!" I say, panicking.
"Woe..." he says, removing my hoofs from his jacket, "Okay, no hospital... But you need to get to a doctor."
I sit back, "I'm sorry, but I would rather lose my wings than be captured by Celestia!" I say, sneering at the princess' name. I open my silver moon pendant and mumble something in an ancient language. Inside the pendant are two pictures. One of a navy stallion with golden eyes and a maroon mane and tail dressed in armour similar to the one's of Luna's royal guard. The second picture is of the same stallion with a teal mare with the same mane and tail colour, but with hazel eyes smiling around a young Auroura. I close the pendant suddenly and look at Storm, "I know somewhere we can go, somewhere that Celestia's goons won't be able to find us." I stand with some difficulty, growing more weary.
"Good, but you need sleep" he says, finishing his bed "but we can go first thing in the morning." I agree with him and yawn, "Goodnight" I say as I fall asleep.
Storm gets into bed, "sleep well, my love" he whispers, before falling asleep.
FanFiction - Facts
General Definition
Fanfiction or 'fanfics' are pieces of writing completed by fans about their favorite subjects in popular culture.
The Facts
The writing and reading of fanfiction is a huge, thriving internet subculture that is only growing in popularity.
Fanfiction is usually written about TV shows, movies and books, but can also include everything from sports players to punk bands.
Fanfiction is really, really weird.
History
Fanfiction had its beginnings among Star Trek fans in the 70's, who would trade homemade zines with collected stories about their favorite characters. It remained a niche market until the invention of the Internet by Al Gore, which facilitated the creation of at least 700 thousand billion fanfics every year.
Fanfiction Genres
AU
AU or 'alternate universe' fanfiction uses characters from a particularly fandom after removing them from the context of anything interesting at all.
For example, a Twilight AU fanfiction might star Edward Cullen as a chartered tax accountant who falls in love with his client Bella, and the torture he goes through when he realizes he has a secret and inexplicably powerful desire to report her to the IRS.
Fanart and Fanvids
In recent years, with the advent of Photoshop and video software, fanfiction has spread beyond the realms of text and into other media. We think that this happened when Satan decided that accidentally stumbling upon Harry/Draco slash fiction wasn't mentally traumatizing enough, and decided to invent a way to transform it into a more memorable form. Several demonic possessions later, manips were born.
Fanvids are made by selecting short clips from movies or TV shows and rearranging them into a short clip, usually set to music. These videos either focus on a certain character or aspect of the show or movie (for example, this person really likes Sylar from Heroes) or create an entirely new imaginary story (this person really likes two other characters from Heroes).
OTPs
OTP stands for 'One True Pairing' and refers to a fanfic writer's fixation on a particular couple, whether it is canonical or non-canonical. Fixating like this on a particular couple is known as shipping. The most famous example of shippers in action is the Harry Potter fans who became obsessed with the non-canonical Harry/Hermione pairing and became distraught with rage when Harry ended up with another woman.
Creator Reactions
Reactions of character creators to fanfiction have been varied, from polite acknowledgment to legal threats to having their character discuss out loud how disturbing and weird some types of fanfiction are. Fans reacted to all of these things by writing 9,000,000 new fanfics.
Fanfiction or 'fanfics' are pieces of writing completed by fans about their favorite subjects in popular culture.
The Facts
History
Fanfiction had its beginnings among Star Trek fans in the 70's, who would trade homemade zines with collected stories about their favorite characters. It remained a niche market until the invention of the Internet by Al Gore, which facilitated the creation of at least 700 thousand billion fanfics every year.
Fanfiction Genres
AU
AU or 'alternate universe' fanfiction uses characters from a particularly fandom after removing them from the context of anything interesting at all.
For example, a Twilight AU fanfiction might star Edward Cullen as a chartered tax accountant who falls in love with his client Bella, and the torture he goes through when he realizes he has a secret and inexplicably powerful desire to report her to the IRS.
Fanart and Fanvids
In recent years, with the advent of Photoshop and video software, fanfiction has spread beyond the realms of text and into other media. We think that this happened when Satan decided that accidentally stumbling upon Harry/Draco slash fiction wasn't mentally traumatizing enough, and decided to invent a way to transform it into a more memorable form. Several demonic possessions later, manips were born.
Fanvids are made by selecting short clips from movies or TV shows and rearranging them into a short clip, usually set to music. These videos either focus on a certain character or aspect of the show or movie (for example, this person really likes Sylar from Heroes) or create an entirely new imaginary story (this person really likes two other characters from Heroes).
OTPs
OTP stands for 'One True Pairing' and refers to a fanfic writer's fixation on a particular couple, whether it is canonical or non-canonical. Fixating like this on a particular couple is known as shipping. The most famous example of shippers in action is the Harry Potter fans who became obsessed with the non-canonical Harry/Hermione pairing and became distraught with rage when Harry ended up with another woman.
Creator Reactions
Reactions of character creators to fanfiction have been varied, from polite acknowledgment to legal threats to having their character discuss out loud how disturbing and weird some types of fanfiction are. Fans reacted to all of these things by writing 9,000,000 new fanfics.
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