Foal Papers

Just a brony who dabbles in Classics and tweets too much.
asksunshineandmoonbeams:

We interrupt your weekly dose of hilarious antics by this relaxing painting of the two sisters. Here we have Luna snuggling up to her big sis or perhaps taking a snooze during a relaxing evening of reading by the fireplace. Hope you guys like it! ^^
You can see that this is in a totally different style than the usual updates. Well, actually painting is my forte. Any of my paintings from now on (non-princess-related) will be uploaded to my Deviantart and my Mod Blog. So find them there ;) Full res of this pic here.

As I said on Twitter: there’s nothing about this piece that I don’t love. It’s absolutely beautiful, and warms the icy cockles of my frigid Anglo-American heart. :-)

asksunshineandmoonbeams:

We interrupt your weekly dose of hilarious antics by this relaxing painting of the two sisters. Here we have Luna snuggling up to her big sis or perhaps taking a snooze during a relaxing evening of reading by the fireplace. Hope you guys like it! ^^

You can see that this is in a totally different style than the usual updates. Well, actually painting is my forte. Any of my paintings from now on (non-princess-related) will be uploaded to my Deviantart and my Mod Blog. So find them there ;) Full res of this pic here.

As I said on Twitter: there’s nothing about this piece that I don’t love. It’s absolutely beautiful, and warms the icy cockles of my frigid Anglo-American heart. :-)

pixelkitties:

By midnight ponds  in secret places a princess escapes from social graces.Her playground is the midnight skyAnd she, no longer sad nor shy.

This makes me very happy. :-)

pixelkitties:

By midnight ponds  in secret places 
a princess escapes from social graces.

Her playground is the midnight sky
And she, no longer sad nor shy.

This makes me very happy. :-)

in honour of Zecora

foalpapers:

September 4th, I understand,
Most pony fans will try their hand
At rhyming all the things they say –
And keep it up throughout the day!

It might seem strange to folks outside
The fandom where our hearts reside,
But answers are quite plain to view
For why our speech thus slips askew:

We…

I know it’s slightly cheeky to reblog myself from last year’s #TalkLikeZecoraDay, but I haven’t had time to write something new, so an audio rendition of last year’s silliness will hopefully suffice.

lavenderpatil:

last-snowfall:

deducecanoe:

ppyajunebug:

thelethifoldwitch:

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure –
But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.
Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.
Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.
Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured – by their classmates –for having been born.
Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle – but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)
Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.
Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again – the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone – the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?
Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.
Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.
Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes – in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.
Imagine the ghosts.
Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield – it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)
Imagine the students unable to trust each other – everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.
Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.
Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.
Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.
Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.
Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.
Imagine the students who leave the wixen world – hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.
Imagine the students who never use magic again.
(Image source.)
(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

Reblogging this kickass post by the equally kickass
lavenderpatil
because everyone should read it

I think… I could be wrong… but everyone Prof Trwylany (sp) said would die at the beginning of every term DID die in the battle of hogwarts? BUt yeah. The year after that was probably filled with grand speeches about those who sacrificed their lives, and how they would rebuild hogwarts, etc. meanwhile… the kids knew. They were there. They knew what it was really like. And the incoming first years probably had a very different relationship with the older kids, who’d seen shit, than in years past. I think there’d be a long year of seriousness and severity… or everyone would try to put on a happy face and pretend that Colin Kreevy wasn’t working on the school paper any more because he was dead. Stiff upper lip. But with a very subdued attitude.

Imagine the seventh years who came back. Because nobody finished their seventh year. That year was a loss. But the ones it really mattered for were them. Imagine the older kids who are up in the night because they can’t sleep for bad dreams hearing the crying from the lower dorms and finding that little girl who can’t make pincushions but can make Fiendfyre hugging her knees, and saying, “You know what, bring your pillow up, you can sleep on my bed while I read.” Imagine the new first years, the ones who hear the story on the train, who’re eleven and still young, seeing an older student sitting alone staring blankly and going over to them and saying, “D’you want some of my chocolate frogs?” because they can’t think of anything else to do. Imagine one finding someone who’s sitting staring at nothing one day and asking in a quiet voice, “Do you need a hug?” and then staying for an hour while the older student cries and cries and hugs them, because some eleven year olds are really smart (and some eleven year olds already came to the school from Bad Shit) and know that sometimes it helps to hold someone you could look after. Imagine the older students who look at these younger ones coming in, all new and safe and bright, and swearing on Merlin’s grave that nothing will ever, *ever* hurt these kids. Imagine the alumni of Dumbledore’s Army, who refused to let the fucking Death Eaters win when they were here and kicking and sure as she won’t let them now, finding things to do on weekends, organizing things, refusing to have it so that people just stay there alone being sad. Fuck the third-year rule: *everyone* can go to Hogsmeade, you just buddy up the young kids with the older kids and I mean, fuck, *who’s going to be a threat to the older kids now*?Imagine them making up insulting nicknames for their old enemies, taking Voldemort and the Carrows and Lestrange and metaphorically spitting on them every time they use them. Imagine Ron volunteering to take on the Boggart that takes up residence in the one class cupboard because no, look, the stupid thing *still looks like a bloody spider* and look it’s fucking hilarious when you take its legs off and tie it up with a bow. And the class laughs. Imagine Harry staying at the school for a couple years, even when he’s done, because once people understand how the charm worked - how because he let Voldemort kill him it meant that nothing Voldemort could do could hurt any of them anymore - everyone just feels *better* when he’s there. Imagine the nights where everyone leaves the common rooms and camps out in the Great Hall and drinks Butterbeer and tells stories and cries and sometimes there are shouting matches because people get so raw, but in the end everyone falls asleep in a pile together. Imagine all the really, truly inappropriate jokes the survivors make, the ones that make their parents’ eyes fill with tears and terrify the first years, because actually when you’ve been dragged face-first through Hell the *worst shit* becomes fucking funny. Imagine how the owls don’t have to be kept in the owlry anymore, because every kid needs the animal they brought with them; imagine that for the kids that lost theirs, or never had one, their friends finding them some, buying them some. Imagine the girl who knows the Cruciatus Curse breaking down crying because she can’t believe she did that, she can’t ever believe she would and she knows she’s wrong and evil and tainted, and Ginny holding her while she cries and when she calms down, Hermione tells her the story of Regulus Black, and about how just because you made shit choices once that doesn’t mean you can’t make better ones now. Imagine that people have been dealing with this kind of horrible shit all through human history, and people are out there dealing with it today, and yes it absolutely sucks and it’s horrible and the scars it leaves are real and heartbreaking and sometimes people are too badly hurt to go on, but also former child-soldiers play team games and laugh at funny stories and refugee kids with horrible stories love colouring books with bright colours and play games with the friends they’ve made in the camps. And these are kids who fought. Who fought like little demons. Who *chose* to fight. So yeah, it could be awful. It could be nothing but bleak from beginning to end, a year (a decade) of sternness and unhappiness. But it doesn’t have to be; it isn’t guaranteed. (and as @tygermama notes, we Muggles have been figuring out this shit: we give it names and throw our best guesses at it, and some of them are good. So there’s help there, too.)

This is my favourite response to this ficlet so far, oh my goodness, thank you.

Reblogging for both the original post and the response. Thought-provoking stuff here.

lavenderpatil:

last-snowfall:

deducecanoe:

ppyajunebug:

thelethifoldwitch:

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure

But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.

Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.

Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.

Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured by their classmates for having been born.

Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)

Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.

Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?

Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.

Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.

Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.

Imagine the ghosts.

Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)

Imagine the students unable to trust each other everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.

Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.

Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.

Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.

Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.

Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.

Imagine the students who leave the wixen world hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.

Imagine the students who never use magic again.

(Image source.)

(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

Reblogging this kickass post by the equally kickass
lavenderpatil
because everyone should read it

I think… I could be wrong… but everyone Prof Trwylany (sp) said would die at the beginning of every term DID die in the battle of hogwarts? BUt yeah. The year after that was probably filled with grand speeches about those who sacrificed their lives, and how they would rebuild hogwarts, etc. meanwhile… the kids knew. They were there. They knew what it was really like. And the incoming first years probably had a very different relationship with the older kids, who’d seen shit, than in years past. I think there’d be a long year of seriousness and severity… or everyone would try to put on a happy face and pretend that Colin Kreevy wasn’t working on the school paper any more because he was dead. Stiff upper lip. But with a very subdued attitude.

Imagine the seventh years who came back. Because nobody finished their seventh year. That year was a loss. But the ones it really mattered for were them.

Imagine the older kids who are up in the night because they can’t sleep for bad dreams hearing the crying from the lower dorms and finding that little girl who can’t make pincushions but can make Fiendfyre hugging her knees, and saying, “You know what, bring your pillow up, you can sleep on my bed while I read.”

Imagine the new first years, the ones who hear the story on the train, who’re eleven and still young, seeing an older student sitting alone staring blankly and going over to them and saying, “D’you want some of my chocolate frogs?” because they can’t think of anything else to do.

Imagine one finding someone who’s sitting staring at nothing one day and asking in a quiet voice, “Do you need a hug?” and then staying for an hour while the older student cries and cries and hugs them, because some eleven year olds are really smart (and some eleven year olds already came to the school from Bad Shit) and know that sometimes it helps to hold someone you could look after.

Imagine the older students who look at these younger ones coming in, all new and safe and bright, and swearing on Merlin’s grave that nothing will ever, *ever* hurt these kids.

Imagine the alumni of Dumbledore’s Army, who refused to let the fucking Death Eaters win when they were here and kicking and sure as she won’t let them now, finding things to do on weekends, organizing things, refusing to have it so that people just stay there alone being sad. Fuck the third-year rule: *everyone* can go to Hogsmeade, you just buddy up the young kids with the older kids and I mean, fuck, *who’s going to be a threat to the older kids now*?

Imagine them making up insulting nicknames for their old enemies, taking Voldemort and the Carrows and Lestrange and metaphorically spitting on them every time they use them.

Imagine Ron volunteering to take on the Boggart that takes up residence in the one class cupboard because no, look, the stupid thing *still looks like a bloody spider* and look it’s fucking hilarious when you take its legs off and tie it up with a bow. And the class laughs.

Imagine Harry staying at the school for a couple years, even when he’s done, because once people understand how the charm worked - how because he let Voldemort kill him it meant that nothing Voldemort could do could hurt any of them anymore - everyone just feels *better* when he’s there.

Imagine the nights where everyone leaves the common rooms and camps out in the Great Hall and drinks Butterbeer and tells stories and cries and sometimes there are shouting matches because people get so raw, but in the end everyone falls asleep in a pile together.

Imagine all the really, truly inappropriate jokes the survivors make, the ones that make their parents’ eyes fill with tears and terrify the first years, because actually when you’ve been dragged face-first through Hell the *worst shit* becomes fucking funny.

Imagine how the owls don’t have to be kept in the owlry anymore, because every kid needs the animal they brought with them; imagine that for the kids that lost theirs, or never had one, their friends finding them some, buying them some.

Imagine the girl who knows the Cruciatus Curse breaking down crying because she can’t believe she did that, she can’t ever believe she would and she knows she’s wrong and evil and tainted, and Ginny holding her while she cries and when she calms down, Hermione tells her the story of Regulus Black, and about how just because you made shit choices once that doesn’t mean you can’t make better ones now.

Imagine that people have been dealing with this kind of horrible shit all through human history, and people are out there dealing with it today, and yes it absolutely sucks and it’s horrible and the scars it leaves are real and heartbreaking and sometimes people are too badly hurt to go on, but also former child-soldiers play team games and laugh at funny stories and refugee kids with horrible stories love colouring books with bright colours and play games with the friends they’ve made in the camps.

And these are kids who fought. Who fought like little demons. Who *chose* to fight. So yeah, it could be awful. It could be nothing but bleak from beginning to end, a year (a decade) of sternness and unhappiness. But it doesn’t have to be; it isn’t guaranteed.


(and as @tygermama notes, we Muggles have been figuring out this shit: we give it names and throw our best guesses at it, and some of them are good. So there’s help there, too.)

This is my favourite response to this ficlet so far, oh my goodness, thank you.

Reblogging for both the original post and the response. Thought-provoking stuff here.

(via primadonna68)

nightmarenightsdallas:

Nightmare Nights Dallas is pleased to announce that none other than that crafter of potent pupillam potions and trendiest of fellows, Josh Haber, will join us this October for our celebration of Nightmare Moon and all things My Little Pony!
Josh scripted three episodes for Season 4: Leap of Faith, Simple Ways, and Castle-mania. It remains to be seen if Tabitha St. Germain will seek revenge for some of the lines he wrote for Rarity, but our hopes are high. Josh also wrote a popular pair of Rainbow Rocks shorts, namely Hamstocalypse Now and Pinkie on the One.
Josh joins Tabitha St. Germain, Britt McKillip, Heather Nuhfer, and Amy Keating Rogers as a Guest of Honor for this year’s Nightmare Nights Dallas. So join Josh and our other Guests this October 24th-26th for panels, events, fun and excitement. Nightmare Nights Dallas will not only feature our Guests of Honor, including My Little Pony’s talented artists, writers, and actors, but also Community Guests from the fandom we know and love…and those will not be the only surprises we have in store for you! 
Only 6 Premium Memberships left! For those who like to mingle with the guests, we’ve organized a meet and greet on Friday night. This ticket includes everything the Sponsor ticket does as well as the aforementioned meet and greet on Friday. Includes access to panels, public events, the vendor hall, artists alley, and musical performances. Does not include the Celestial Sponsor Dinner.
Panel Submissions Are Still Open! At least for the moment. Panel submissions will be closed on September 13th, allowing us to make final selections and prepare our convention book. If you’ve got a panel idea you’d like to run, submit it here.
Our Back To School sale ends on August 31st, so if you were wanting to take advantage of the BTS10 coupon code time is running out!
Nightmare Nights Dallas (NMND) is Texas’ biggest My Little Pony convention, and will be held on October 24-26, 2014 at the Crowne Plaza Addison in Addison, Texas. Contact NightmareNightsDallas@gmail.com with any questions! Join us on the web at www.nightmarenights.net •www.facebook.com/NMNDallas • www.twitter.com/nightmarenights 
Art by Joe

nightmarenightsdallas:

Nightmare Nights Dallas is pleased to announce that none other than that crafter of potent pupillam potions and trendiest of fellows, Josh Haber, will join us this October for our celebration of Nightmare Moon and all things My Little Pony!

Josh scripted three episodes for Season 4: Leap of Faith, Simple Ways, and Castle-mania. It remains to be seen if Tabitha St. Germain will seek revenge for some of the lines he wrote for Rarity, but our hopes are high. Josh also wrote a popular pair of Rainbow Rocks shorts, namely Hamstocalypse Now and Pinkie on the One.

Josh joins Tabitha St. Germain, Britt McKillip, Heather Nuhfer, and Amy Keating Rogers as a Guest of Honor for this year’s Nightmare Nights Dallas. So join Josh and our other Guests this October 24th-26th for panels, events, fun and excitement. Nightmare Nights Dallas will not only feature our Guests of Honor, including My Little Pony’s talented artists, writers, and actors, but also Community Guests from the fandom we know and love…and those will not be the only surprises we have in store for you!

Only 6 Premium Memberships left! For those who like to mingle with the guests, we’ve organized a meet and greet on Friday night. This ticket includes everything the Sponsor ticket does as well as the aforementioned meet and greet on Friday. Includes access to panels, public events, the vendor hall, artists alley, and musical performances. Does not include the Celestial Sponsor Dinner.

Panel Submissions Are Still Open! At least for the moment. Panel submissions will be closed on September 13th, allowing us to make final selections and prepare our convention book. If you’ve got a panel idea you’d like to run, submit it here.

Our Back To School sale ends on August 31st, so if you were wanting to take advantage of the BTS10 coupon code time is running out!

Nightmare Nights Dallas (NMND) is Texas’ biggest My Little Pony convention, and will be held on October 24-26, 2014 at the Crowne Plaza Addison in Addison, Texas. Contact NightmareNightsDallas@gmail.com with any questions! Join us on the web at www.nightmarenights.netwww.facebook.com/NMNDallas www.twitter.com/nightmarenights

Art by Joe

geekygothgirl:

jmiah0192:

Japanese child actress Mana Ashida (little Mako) was embarrassed that she couldn’t pronounce Guillermo Del Toro’s name so he gave her special permission to call him “Totoro-san” instead.
My Neighbor Guillermo Del Toro.

If I don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead.

geekygothgirl:

jmiah0192:

Japanese child actress Mana Ashida (little Mako) was embarrassed that she couldn’t pronounce Guillermo Del Toro’s name so he gave her special permission to call him “Totoro-san” instead.

My Neighbor Guillermo Del Toro.

If I don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead.

(via primadonna68)

pixelkitties:

Fan Expo Canada 2014 is happening RIGHT NOW and our very own Princess of the Night/fashionista/apple matriarch/derpy pegasus is there!  When Tabitha St Germain says “Jump” you say “How high?” and hope the answer isn’t The Moon!

pixelkitties:

Fan Expo Canada 2014 is happening RIGHT NOW and our very own Princess of the Night/fashionista/apple matriarch/derpy pegasus is there!  

When Tabitha St Germain says “Jump” you say “How high?” and hope the answer isn’t The Moon!

pixelkitties:

The Ice Bucket Challenge is a cool thing, quite literally.  It does my heart good that so many folks are using it to raise awareness AND much needed funds to fight ALS, which I’ve always simply known as Lou Gehrig’s Disease.  It makes me a bit sad that there are a few folks who have picked up on it as more of a trend than a way to raise money for a deadly and debilitating illness.  Videos with folks just kind of showing off and having fun while hardly (or not at all) mentioning the impetus behind it or the need to follow up challenges with donations. Nicole Oliver, the lovely and majestic voice of Princess Celestia did done dood it right this weekend at BronyCAN, raising $1000 for ALS!  When she told me what she was planning I offered to make a picture for the auction and event.  I also made one more donation on top of the previous couple.  Because if you’re going to roll with the Princess of Equestria, you gotta up your philanthropy game!If you’re up to Princess Celestia’s challenge, then visit http://www.alsa.org/ and please make a donation.  $5, $10, $1000 it doesn’t matter.  Every bit helps.  

pixelkitties:

The Ice Bucket Challenge is a cool thing, quite literally.  It does my heart good that so many folks are using it to raise awareness AND much needed funds to fight ALS, which I’ve always simply known as Lou Gehrig’s Disease.  It makes me a bit sad that there are a few folks who have picked up on it as more of a trend than a way to raise money for a deadly and debilitating illness.  Videos with folks just kind of showing off and having fun while hardly (or not at all) mentioning the impetus behind it or the need to follow up challenges with donations. 

Nicole Oliver, the lovely and majestic voice of Princess Celestia did done dood it right this weekend at BronyCAN, raising $1000 for ALS!  When she told me what she was planning I offered to make a picture for the auction and event.  I also made one more donation on top of the previous couple.  Because if you’re going to roll with the Princess of Equestria, you gotta up your philanthropy game!

If you’re up to Princess Celestia’s challenge, then visit http://www.alsa.org/ and please make a donation.  $5, $10, $1000 it doesn’t matter.  Every bit helps.  

deathandfairytales:

redscharlach:

vaporheart-archive:

i think something went wrong

The Ballad of the House of Leg
When Hogwarts was first foundedBy the noble Founders Four,They looked upon their housesAnd they asked: “Do we need more?”
"For some are brave, and some are loyal,As each one of us knows,And some are cunning, some are smart,But some are NONE of those!”
"What shall we do with pupilsWho just haven’t got a clue?Who have no proud distinctive traitsAnd may well smell of poo?”
"Let’s found another house for them:A Hogwarts bargain bin.The entrance code is simple:If they’ve got a leg, they’re in!”
The cryptofascist FoundersGave themselves both praise and plauditThey gave the school the House of LegThen basically ignored it.
Thus left alone, the House of LegBecame a decent placeFor aimless wandering, cups of teaAnd staring into space
The dull and non-distinctive Found a quiet place to land onAnd in times of trouble, Hogwarts alwaysHas its Leg to stand on…

Laughing like a drain right now.

deathandfairytales:

redscharlach:

vaporheart-archive:

i think something went wrong

The Ballad of the House of Leg

When Hogwarts was first founded
By the noble Founders Four,
They looked upon their houses
And they asked: “Do we need more?”

"For some are brave, and some are loyal,
As each one of us knows,
And some are cunning, some are smart,
But some are NONE of those!”

"What shall we do with pupils
Who just haven’t got a clue?
Who have no proud distinctive traits
And may well smell of poo?”

"Let’s found another house for them:
A Hogwarts bargain bin.
The entrance code is simple:
If they’ve got a leg, they’re in!”

The cryptofascist Founders
Gave themselves both praise and plaudit
They gave the school the House of Leg
Then basically ignored it.

Thus left alone, the House of Leg
Became a decent place
For aimless wandering, cups of tea
And staring into space

The dull and non-distinctive
Found a quiet place to land on
And in times of trouble, Hogwarts always
Has its Leg to stand on…

Laughing like a drain right now.

(via primadonna68)