#qats

WHAT????????

Phroyd

"They told me that he was broken..." ------ Retro lied in bed, pretending to be asleep, laying as still as possible as his parents exited his room. His ears flicked backwards gently towards the door, listening to his parent's footfalls down the hall and into the living area. The conversation was hushed at first, if not secretive, but it slowly rose in volume as the minutes passed. It started with a "That's not true!" and a snappy return of "Take it back!" Retro quivered anxiously in bed as his mother's voice painfully broke into loud, muffled sobbing; as he assumed his father was holding his wife closely. He quietly slipped out of bed, careful to place his hooves on the wooden floor in case his parents heard him. Retro silently opened the door to a crack, listening intently with wide eyes. "Baby, you have to listen to me," Zephyr cooed "you cannot keep doing this to him. It has to stop now. Tonight." The house was filled with heaves and sniffles as Rainbow tried desperately to catch her breath. "He has to fly, Zephyr! He just has to!" She shouted angrily, hooves clattering upon the floor. "Forcing him to train and taunting him with rigged contests with the Wonderbolts isn't the way to go about this and you know it," Zephyr stated firmly, his breath becoming more labored as he held back pent-up anger and sympathy. "He's covered in bruises, scrapes and cuts! He's even sprained one of his wings. For heaven's sake, Rainbow," he cried "you're selfishly hurting him for your desires!" Again, silence. Rigged? Thought Retro. He slowly turned his head towards the few meager awards he had won in his short lifetime, allowing his gaze to linger across his certification of being a Junior Wonderbolt. He stared as his memory slowly came to him; how he had to be carried through the air on a leash as he worked so hard to flap his wings and maintain flight. But with this memory came the feeling of defeat, as he remembered just hanging in the air, almost lifeless as he panted and sweated, while one of the Wonderbolt referees continued to carry him along behind the others and across the finish line. Third place. That is what he had won. The bronze medal hanging next to the framed certificate. He remembered other young Pegasus and their parents glaring at him as he stood in the winners circle with Rainbow Dash by his side, cheering lovingly for him. It was strange that his mother and he had been so happy and excited, while others whispered and stared angrily on. Retro began to shake in confusion. What if I didn't actually earn that...? Rainbow Dash's broken cry intruded in on his thoughts. "They told me he was broken! Useless to the Wonderbolts! They said he'd never be able to fly, but I'm going to prove them wrong!" Her voice quivered as she spoke, lowering her voice to almost a whisper, "Nobody is going to tell my son that he's not worth their time... The doctors are wrong, Zephyr." Zephyr's hooves sounded softly across the floor. "The only thing you're going to do is drive him mad. He's hurting; falling down over and over again is painful. And it's hurtful to not only his body, but his mind, sweetheart. You're hurting him in ways you're not even aware of, " he sniffled, "you're hurting his pride. You're making him truly believe that one day he will be able to soar through the sky, and march through Cloudsdale with the others, and he just can't!" His voice broke after that statement, "You can't keep doing this. I want so badly to support you both, but I'm not going to lie to my son." Retro's eyes filled with hot tears, frozen in his stance, staring intently at his outstretched wing. His shaking worsened, his knees wobbled; feathers began swirling onto the floor. He felt sick at the sight of this. Never fly? Ever? He remembered what the doctors had told his mother; that his flight feathers would never grow. That each time he lost a baby feather, they were just being replaced with more downy fluff. Rainbow had told him that they were mistaken. And he'd believed her. The conversation had seemed to of ceased while he was retracing his memories. He heard his mother's hooves make their way toward her bedroom, continuing to sniff and moan. Zephyr on the other hand was making his way toward Retro's room. Retro was frozen in fear and self-loathing, continuing to stare at his "broken" wings, warm tears streaming down his cheeks. Zephyr slowly entered the room, expecting his son to be asleep, but there in front of him he stood. Shaking, crying, and staring at the feathers around his tiny hooves. "Oh dear...."

SHE LICK MY PHONE SHE SNIFF MY PHONE

peewee, captain carl

(if u think this post is targeting u i promise it’s not)

He stretches a lot, and every time he does, I tell him I’m going to have to rename him to Velour.