Pearl's post hoard

celestia is such a funny character like she's constantly manipulating twilight and friends to do shit instead of just asking and you could arguably frame that as being bc she's a "god" and pushing fate to her design or whatever, except that she engages with the group like a normal and relatable person, which makes it more like villainous machinations, except 90% of this manipulation goes towards things like "I don't want my party to be boring shit again. put my little country girl blorbos in there with zero prep so they fuck it up bad"

you think you've fucked anything up around princess celestia and she's like heh. no worries. all according to keikaku

Celestia instantly makes more sense as a character when you ignore the princess stuff and remember that she's a 1000+ years old wizard. Of course she does manipulative trickster stuff to teach moral lessons and/or cause chaos to amuse herself, that's classic wizard behavior. Of course sometimes she's actually socially awkward and bad at personal relationships and has bad ideas that she thought were good that result in her eating shit embarrassing style, that's classic wizard behavior. Of course she lets the aristocrats and nobles run around being assholes she's still running on wizard advisor programming, she's basically trying to merlin the entire upper class of equestria instead of just a king and some knights. "Yeah uuhhh we'll release the incarnation of chaos himself from his ancient prison because we think this shy girl can be friends with him", terrible plan if you're thinking like a ruler, amazing plan if you're thinking like a wizard. Just look at Canterlot 'Castle' for five seconds and ask yourself if that's in any way a castle. No. Wizard tower, yes. Wizard.

You are so right actually

auto immune disorders happen when the immune system ignores regulatory factors and begins attacking healthy bodily tissues, due to what scientists refer to as "sheer love of the game"

A lot of these people prefer a dead boy to a living girl

Hrt saves lives.

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the summer hikaru died is so fucked up because it’s not about death, it’s about the mockery of death. hikaru dies, and instead of silence, yoshiki gets this thing wearing hikaru’s skin. the body’s alive, the voice is there, the habits are there. everything but the soul. and yoshiki knows it. he’s not stupid. but he still sits there, still talks to it, still loves it. that’s the horror. it’s like the universe played the cruelest fucking joke. yoshiki doesn’t lose hikaru, he gets too much of him. death should mean absence, but here, absence becomes presence, becomes this endless haunting. and the irony? the monster isn’t even the imposter. the monster is yoshiki’s love, twisted, rotting, refusing to let go. that’s why it’s terrifying. because what’s scarier than grief that won’t die, even when the person already has?

has anyone else noticed that its awesome to have an anthropomorphic animal representation of yourself that you can draw in situations