Author Topic: My Little Pony: Friendship for Blockheads: General V2  (Read 9009856 times)



Inb4kobesays"seenit..."

That is actually a cool looking picture
I might sig it

That is actually a cool looking picture
I might sig it

Nope, I took it.




More like posted it already. c:

Well, I sigged it because it fits my simon theme. Yay~!

Anyways, I thought it was pretty rad. It's a shame that there isn't much luna art.

Well, I sigged it because it fits my simon theme. Yay~!

Anyways, I thought it was pretty rad. It's a shame that there isn't much good luna art.
fixed


>reading a seemingly normal fanfic about Ponyville getting destroyed in a lightning storm.
Me:"Hey! This fic may actually be normal"
>gets to a part with a conversation between Applejack and Rarity
>"“Ya know, we haven’t had a night ta ourselves in awhile.”"
Me: [](/a15)
>“We haven’t, have we?”  A seductive look flashed across Rarity’s face.  “Well, how about tonight?”
Me: [](/a13)
>Applejack got a seductive look of her own.  “Ah reckon we could do somethin’…special tonight.”  
Me: [](/b01)
>Applejack and Rarity both started to lean forward and close their eyes.  They got closer and closer until they were connected in a passion filled kiss.
Me:
« Last Edit: May 24, 2012, 08:58:13 PM by Stick Man »

how terrible
[](/raritywhy)

how terrible


It started out relatively normal, no shipping, and then all of a sudden there is shipping.

Also:
Quote
“Oh Applejack you naughty little filly.”  Rarity started looking around the room as if to make sure nopony was listening.  “You go get ready, I’ll get the toys.”



What's worse is that this was a relatively NORMAL fanfic until this part...




...12 chapters in.
« Last Edit: May 24, 2012, 09:04:49 PM by Stick Man »

Completely unrelated note, I don't mind Kochie, I just greatly dislike his incredible obsession over luna.


tikitai: theyre gonna play
tikitai: legos
tikitai: or something right
tikitai: thats what she meant with toys
Doomcop: no she meant
Doomcop: mlp dolls
Doomcop: so they can play with themselves