The Origins of Carmelita FoxA young vixen of ten years old knelt over her latest customers shoe, old rag over her shoulder, black shoe polish in one hand and a small sack in the other. She set the sack down and reached for her rag, spraying some polish on it and getting to work on the mans shoes.The Origins of Carmelita Fox10 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The scruffy young girl had a greasy shirt a few sizes too big, and a pair of coveralls with one straps button missing, the strap hanging loose. Her blue/black hair was tied behind her back with a dirty piece of twine and her reddish/hazel and yellow fur was stained. Her eyes, an intelligent liquid-brown, concentrated on the task at hand. A birthmark sat below her left eye, giving her an air of distinction, despite her grubby appearance.
She finished the job swiftly, leaving neither mar nor spot on the portly badgers shoe. He smiled, leaned down and patted her head before dropping two American dollars in her hand. Her eyes went wide upon receiving it.
Pardon me, sir. This job is only two cent
One last letterOne last letter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Twilight Sparkle, my dearest acolyte,
I hope this long letter finds you in good health. You have expressed curiosity your whole life for the ancient secrets. I know much of what caught up with my sister and I from times long past has left you with many unanswered questions. You have also, as of late, been concerned about your age and that now, your years approaching three digits, leaves you little time left to learn.
That is something that has never ceased to astonish me about you. Your thirst for knowledge in whatever form it may come.
It is time now, in the time you have left, to understand why I kept the old knowledge from you. I have of course let slip certain details about the distant past. Your discovery of the book holding the tale of my sister's fall was no accident. I am no goddess, as you know. There were times when I thought no hope remained. When I had to remind you of the beautiful letters you wrote me to inspire in your heart the strength to rally your friends, the Embod
SJW (Social Justice Warrior) and how to crush themOne of the clear signs of a ProgSheep (aka “Zero sum game kind of Leftist”) being pushed into a corner, knowing that it’s at the end of its rope, is that its mental faculties will start to melt down completely and it will start to lash out in ever more angry and insane ways.SJW (Social Justice Warrior) and how to crush them8 months ago in Personal More Like This
A perfect example would be the Social Justice Warrior variant of the ProgSheepspecies and their antics as of late.
Beset by an overwhelming (and sadly, often unjustified) sense of lack of worth, they’ve devoted their lives to making sure that nobody else is enjoying themselves either.
Like any other ProgSheep subculture, they simply cannot stand anybody doing something they enjoy, because their happiness is a constant reminder of how utterly bereft of joy their own lives are, just as they cannot bear the thought of anybody being successful as that serves as a painful reminder of just how spectacularly they have failed to achieve anything of value themselves.
Thus they constantly strive
Reasons Why I Dislike FeministsCurrently, the hashtag “Women Against Feminism” has been trending on social media, and it has created quite the on-line feminist backlash. Feminists have been left scratching their heads, wondering why women of all people would have a problem with feminism. Why would women be against people who claim to be “advocating social, political, legal, and economic rights for women equal to those of men”?Reasons Why I Dislike Feminists1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
If I had a dollar for every feminist who rebutted the phrase “I don’t like feminism” with “what do you have against equal rights for women?”, my wealth would rival that of Steve Jobs!
No, feminists, we do not have a problem with women wanting equal rights to men. Our problem is not with what feminists claim to stand for. Our problem is not with their positions. Our problem is with their words and actions.
You see, feminists, I don’t judge people based upon what they claim to stand for. If that were the case, I would take the word of R
Five Nights At Mystery Science TheaterIn the not too distant past, somewhere post-eightiesFive Nights At Mystery Science Theater5 months ago in Humor More Like This
There was a guy named Mike, not too different from you or me!
He worked at a haunted pizza place
And his nerves made of steel were his saving grace!
He did a good job guarding o'er the place,
But the robots don't much like him so they scream into his fa-ace!
Freddy: We'll give him scary moments,
The worst we can think!
Bots: La la la!
Freddy: He will have to sit and watch for us,
Till he's fired 'cause he stinks!
Now keep in mind, Mike can't control
Where our antics begin or end!
We'll wither down his sanity
'Cause we're all just his robot 'friends'!
Robot roll call!
Freddy! (Hey kids!)
Bonnie! (Rock on!)
Foxy Pirate! (Arr matey!)
Chiiiicaaaaa! (I'm not a duck!!!)
If you're wondering what is going on
And other hidden facts...
Purple Guy: Ha ha ha!
Then repeat to yourself
'It's just a game...'
Though you never can relax...
For the trilogy of Five Nights At Freddy's!!!
Bonnie: *Guitar sting*
LIKE A QUEENLIKE A QUEEN4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
[This filksong assumes that many readers know, Lauren Faust wanted Celestia to be a queen, but Hasbro said princess sounds cuter. She's grown up, she's a queen, damnit]
Ledger looked up at Princess Celestia as she came into her office at the Equestria Enquirer.
"Ah, thank you Princess Celestia, for coming here for an interview. Did you know that this is the first time in hundreds of years that a pony like me is lucky enough to interview you?" Ledger said excitedly.
Celestia smiled good-naturedly. "Only because most ponies don't ever ask. Too afraid or intimidated, I'm sad to say."
"Yes, well You are in charge around here after all." Ledger said.
"Mmm. I'm the queen." The goddess replied.
"Yes, well our readers would love to know what happens in an ordinary day in the life of the queen." Ledger said, holding up a quill with her horn magic.
"Well, the first thing I do is
Raise the sun up! LIKE A QUEEN.
Talk to ponies! LIKE A QUEEN.
Plan the Gala! LIKE A QUEEN.