Pony's Rant a Day

Also I'm flat broke and have bills to pay in 3 days :D but uh

Details:

OC / OC, Canon / OC, Canon / Canon, Yumeshipping, etc. are all fine. Any fandom.

Messy and only very slightly shaded, no background

Give me a pose reference or a set of pose references to choose from, please :D

Risque is fine, but no full NSFW. Slight blood is fine, but no full gore.

Payment upfront

I can do at least one a day for all of these, so all orders will be fulfilled by the 10th of June

I can't draw furries or mecha, and I'd prefer not to draw any animals unless you'd like to pay extra and are okay with more time being taken

Like. I’ve always sorta understood that things grow moldy or stale or sour or such if left out, but I never really internalized it in a meaningful way.

But now I’m just like.

Yeah. The hungering dust. There exists omnivorous dust in the air that will eat my food if I don’t.

Those bagels have been sitting there for a week. Are we going to eat them soon or are we leaving them for the hungering dust?

Pizza’s been sitting out on the counter for an hour. Everyone’s enjoying the pizza, but if we don’t want “everyone” to include the hungering dust then we should probably put it away soon.

That’s just. That’s how food works to me now. There exists an invisible predator in the air that hungers for your yummies, and it will not hesitate to eat your food if you don’t make the effort to protect and preserve it. And eat what can’t be preserved before the dust can.

“go bad”, it just gets eaten

by something else first

2026 has got us feeling so classic…

We're proud to announce our 10th Annual Stranglethorn Bonfire Bash, this August 27th, 28th, 29th, & 30th!

2026 THEME: "CLASSIC!" For our 10th anniversary, we're going back to basics and back to our roots, with 2 days on Bonfire Isle and 2 days on retail! Join us for classic games and contests, our charity art raffle, and our signature Art Bash, all wrapped up in 4 days of summer fun!

Our official discord server will re-open 7/20/26, for news on upcoming schedules and Bash-related info, follow us at:

bsky: @stvbonfirebash.bsky.social tumblr: https://stranglethorn-bonfire-bash.tumblr.com/ carrd: https://bonfire-bash.carrd.co/

In the chaos and uncertainty around us, there is still so much love and hope.

A few weeks ago, a local international student nervously approached me and asked if I could photograph his wedding reception. We barely know each other — so much so that the only real thing he knew about me was that a) I was a graphic designer and b) he had seen me hold a camera. And the only thing I knew about him was that he came from overseas to study engineering in the U.S.

He explained that his friend (and expected photographer) couldn't make the trip. I sympathized and told him I had a similar situation with my wedding, but then he said something that made my stomach churn.

Almost all his family and friends overseas can't make it. So can't the bride's, as she's studying abroad as well. With the warmest smile, he says while he wishes his family could be there to celebrate, he's so lucky to have great friends who are helping them put on a small reception.

I told him I had it covered and I wouldn't accept payment. Photos like this will be invaluable over time, and I wanted to pay it forward as the volunteer photographer at my own wedding did.

The wedding was this weekend. I cried during it.

His fellow engineering students became wedding planners. A church opened its doors free of charge. Families of local students caught wind of the event and handled the food, learning cultural dishes from the bride and groom's home countries. A mom group banded together to make table centerpieces. A recently married couple donated their leftover decorations. There were almost one hundred guests. Most of us didn't know each other.

It was the most beautiful wedding I've ever seen. Not just because the bride and groom were so deeply in love with one another, but because strangers saw an opportunity to be kind. In a community where hate of anything 'foreign' seems to fester, a bunch of people saw two lovebirds separated from their families, stepped in, and said, "how can we celebrate love today?"

i'm making this post on behalf of a trans woman named Pandora Holmes, who is currently being forcibly detransitioned while being held in a mental hospital. every day she spends there is dangerous for her.

please contact the hospital to help her!! the hospital location: Priory Woodbourne Hospital, Birmingham. hospital phone: 0121 434 4343. hospital email: [email protected]

her youtube channel where she posts updates can be found here

her paypal if you want to give her money

you can also send her letters and gifts while she's there. more information here

1. Do not do age verification.

Oh no I dropped my link, what a horrible thing! Sure hope this doesn't get reblogged until it reaches users from the UK and Brazil!

if you'd rather buy a plushie - here's the shop he and his wife run!

his wife also been in an accident and has been down and out due to illness and injury

ppal + gfm + site shop

From the Point of View of a Cat

This is my Man. I am not afraid of him. He is very strong, for he eats a great deal; he is an Eater of All Things. What are you eating? Give me some!

He is not beautiful, for he has no fur. Not having enough saliva, he has to wash himself with water. He meows in a harsh voice and a great deal more than necessary. Sometimes in his sleep he purrs.

Let me out!

I don’t know how he has made himself Master; perhaps he has eaten something sublime.

He keeps my rooms clean for me.

In his paws he carries a sharp black claw and he scratches with it on white sheets of paper. That is the only game he plays. He sleeps at night instead of by day, he cannot see in the dark, he has no pleasures. He never thinks of blood, never dreams of hunting or fighting; he never sings songs of love.

Often at night, when I can hear mysterious and magic voices, when I can see that the darkness is all alive, he sits at the table with his head bent and goes on and on, scratching with his black claw on the white papers. Don’t imagine that I am at all interested in you. I am only listening to the soft whispering of your claw. Sometimes the whispering is silent, the poor dull head does not know how to go on playing, and then I am sorry for him and I meow softly in sweet and sharp discord. Then my Man picks me up and buries his hot face in my fur. At those times he divines for an instant a glimpse of a higher life, and he sighs with happiness and purrs something which can almost be understood.

But don’t think that I am at all interested in you. You have warmed me, and now I will go out again and listen to the dark voices.

plaster bees, caupolicana fulvicollis

unidentified flying object. . . 🛸

inat links 🔗 under the cut