Years after FIM has ended, and it just occurred to me that Applejack is the only one out of the main cast that hadn't achieved anything significant! Weird.
Hey... that's right. Even Spike achieved more than her. Babs Seed achieved more than her. SNIPS AND SNAILS achieved more than her 🤣
Twilight Sparkle: Becomes ruler of Equestria
Spike: Becomes royal advisor/ambassador
Rainbow Dash: Becomes a Wonderbolt
Rarity: Opens another boutique in Manehattan
Fluttershy: Creates her animal sanctuary
Pinkie Pie: Helps Cheese Sandwich run his factory
Even some of the supporting characters:
Big Mac: Marries Sugerbell
CMC: Earned their cutie marks and created their camp
Babs Seed: Earned her cutie mark and becomes a hair stylist
Lyra and Bon Bon: They get married
Derby: Becomes a chef
Snips and Snails: Snails becomes an athlete and Snips is his manager
I guess Applejack... still runs her farm. Cool 😂
I guess she got together with Rainbow Dash in the end also. That too.
i can’t resist the call to yap even if im eager to leave this place (mainly im leaving writing, i think ill become more of a lurker) but i have GOT to correct a misconception ive been seeing
pedro’s portrayal of joel is weak
no… no it is not. craig mazin’s interpretation of joel is more empathetic. if you read episode 3’s script, and all of the scripts for chernobyl episodes, you’ll see that he writes very clearly about the emotions the characters are confronting. assuming craig wrote season 2 similarly, then pedro is fulfilling the script.
you can complain about the change from the video game, but don’t blame any of the actors for going along with the emotions written for tv. theyre all just doing their jobs lmao — if the showrunners disliked it, they would’ve reshot it.
it’s been a long time since we’ve been together. you took me out tonight and i saw your eyes lingering on the rings on my fingers, at the gold around my neck dripping down my chest. i saw that look in your eyes like wonder, saw that smile of yours that i know means love. i saw you relax when you laughed at my jokes. i saw you almost take my hand, and then shy out of it.
when we left the restaurant you worked up your nerve and asked if you could kiss me. so i leaned in, touched my lips to yours, drew you into me. and the warmth, that marvelous warmth, filled me up. in the cab we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, couldn’t be separated by an inch. it was all the strength we had not to spend the whole car ride making out in the back seat like we were coming home drunk from a bar. but, no; this is holy; we didn’t want an audience for this moment.
there were no pretenses when we got home. we wanted to be close to one another. you sat on the couch and i asked if i could sit in your lap: you said, please. so i came and sat on top of you and flooded with your heat. i took your hands, laced our fingers and said: i missed you. your touch on me after that was all hunger, like i might disappear if you couldn’t feel me, like you could never have enough of me. pulled me down on you like you’d never felt so safe as you did under my weight. the shock i felt course through your body when i found the right spot to grind on - how it changed your breathing - how i held your beating heart in the soft of my hands.
hours later, we fell asleep entwined, me wrapped around you, holding hands.
sent my dad this article about the rise of audhd that talks about new diagnostic understanding of how they're linked and anecdotes from people with both and what their life is like and he was like. "there's nothing I haven't heard before, I already know that people have feelings" like... okay king. miss the fucking point.