She went from a single mother pining over a stallion who will never love her back the same way to a single mother who realizes she needs to stop and focus on her son, accepting that romance may never be in the cards for her, but getting over him because her son will need a proper father figure at some point in his life.
Showers are the best times for character development.
Anonymous asked: Hey, I just wanted to let you know that the submission you put on MLP confessions? THANK YOU. Someone finally put it in good words! It IS just publicity they want, not just a self insert and it's rude Dx
Most of my friends have really popular blogs and attract shitty asks so I hear about them all the time. I have had a lot of time thinking about it. It’s really selfish when people aks to hijack a blog.
Just going to say you really I mean really want a actual native american actress do a stereotypical Indian? Like I mean full on stereotypical…… I rather have a white actress do it, rather than someones spit in there own race. I mean come on. I get people should be pissed with Johnny Deep in Lone Ranger because that they were trying to make him legit but this…..Come on. I say leave this one alone.
Excuse you! Disney is not in charge of Pan. Warner Brothers is the one making Pan. Warner Brothers =/= Disney.
What is Tiger Lillys tribe like in the books?
Whaaaaat? In the books it’s pretty darn racist (mostly because that was the attitude at the time.)
But I was refering mostly to the fact that a lot of people are pointing fingers at Disney for the casting stuff in Pan. Warner Brothers is the one making the movie. Not Disney. Did you even see the original image? It was calling Disney racist, even though it wasn’t their movie.
Whenever someone gets an ask that’s like “Hi, I can solve all your problems with no consequences. you just have to have me be an important part of the story” It sucks. Because they have no interest in your blog, they just want free publicity.
I mean, come one people. When you attempt to force yourself on someone elses blog, a blog which they most likely already have quite a few arcs already planned, you’re being incredibly selfish. Listen, I get it, you think that you can do better because you will bring some deus ex machina BS in but you’re not considering how offended the blogger will be when they read that.
What even is the thought process? FFS, some stupid deus ex machina would only end the blog sooner and then what would the people who actually care for the blog feel?
Whenever you send an ask to a blogger, first ask yourself this. “How will this effect the blog?”
If it’s just pointing them in the general direction or asking them to go in depth about the problem, then you should send it.
If it’s going to completely end the blog or put the story in a direction it wasn’t already headed, then don’t send it.
When I was 15 I was on a trip with Ag studies group we went to an Olive Garden, I had never been to an Olive Garden before and I am a great bread enthusiast so when the waitress put this basket of delicious-sticks in front of me I was like ‘holy shit’ and ate like 10. I started shoving them into my purse to save for later, and the waitress had to keep bringing baskets of breadsticks because they were disappearing (into my purse). There were a lot of guys on that trip and I figured ‘yeah these teenage dudes could be in theory eating all these breadsticks’ so I thought I had a bulletproof cover.
Fast forward to when we are leaving, I get stopped by the manager and the hostess and they ask to look in my purse. Cue my ‘oh shit busted’ face and a grudging handing over of my bulging purse, to which they opened and started pulling out an obscene amount of breadsticks and laying them on the counter while the hostess counted them. I actually had no idea how many breadsticks I’d had in there and when the hostess got up to 40 I was still convinced I was going to jail but oh my god I had 40 breadsticks in there so I was kind of impressed with myself. The hostess kept counting.
Forty. Seven.
Forty seven breadsticks was the total they found. (I had another two very squished and folded up in a zipped side pocket that they never looked in). They then took my picture and politely asked me to stay the fuck away from their restaurant as my picture would be posted on their ‘restricted list. To this day, 6 fucking years later, I have never gone back to any Olive Garden, because some part of me believes that some eagle eyed waitress will recognize me from a wanted poster for the Breadstick Bandit and I’ll have to explain to my mom why Olive Garden put me in prison
