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Adventures of Kitty - Caught in the Act!I heard some thunking around in my kitchen so I investigated. When I figured out what was going on I had to grab my camera to record it.
This has been going on for a while now; I hear the cabinet in my bathroom creak open, I look over and there is a cat on my countertop (where she doesn't belong). She just opens the cabinet and looks inside at the stuff and then goes along with her cat-business. But today she got herself stuck.
KITTY. YOU DO NOT BELONG IN CUPBOARDS OR CABINETS.
Adventures of Kitty: Portal 2Today when I got home from work I found my poor little turret-fella with his wing ripped off. Was he being a sass? Did he sass Kitty? Did Kitty sass Hank the turret first resulting in combative sass leading to killer Kitty instincts? WHO CAUSED WHAT WHY DID SO MUCH MURDER.
I decided that this murderous act of murdereity would be excused if-- AND ONLY IF --Miss Kitty Meowingsworth played Portal 2 in it's entirety.
Or something I don't know.
SO THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED.
Test chamber 7
Test chamber 23
That part where with the thing
Part with laser-eyed shooties and good level design.
KITTY CAT MEOW DOES SCIENCE AND WINS ALL OF PORTAL 2 AND HAS BEEN MOST FORGIVEN I
Applejack is a Vine-Chopping Double-Airplane.
Think for a second about the nearly impossible amount of strength it would take to cut a living vine the thickness of a small tree with something as dull as a window without being able to build any momentum.
Alright, let’s do this.
Applejack exerted a certain amount of psi onto a large vine and broke it. How much psi can Applejack generate without a sweat?
We’ll work in SI units in this exercise.
One pascal (SI unit of pressure) is N / m^2
N = newtons of force applied
m^2 = meters squared where pressure is applied.
Let’s first find how many pascals the windowframe first exerts on the vine because of gravity.
N = 9.8 (the gravitational pull of the earth).
A dull window would have a large area exerting force, compared to a sharp, small edge. Various window measurements from Hom
TODAY, THE TWENTY SECOND DAY OF THE TENTH MONTH, IS INTERNATIONAL CAPS LOCK DAY.
GO CELEBRATE IN THE COMMENTS BELOW.
READ MORE ABOUT INTERNATIONAL CAPS LOCK DAY AT CAPSLOCKDAY.COM
ALSO: ... DON'T FORGET ... TO ... uhh, ...EAT YOUR VEGETABLES?
THIS CONCLUDES IMPORTANT MESSAGE.
(Post Script: To my new watchers-- this is the kind of quality content you can expect from me.)
Sincerely, Past Self.Last summer I stumbled upon a website that has a neat little "time capsule" feature; you write yourself an email, put your email into the field, set a date, and whatever you type out will be emailed to you when the time comes around.
Well, apparently I set that date on today, my birthday! Looking back, it's crazy how everything has changed. Time is weird. Being reflective about your life and the decisions you have made is weird. Receiving an email from yourself in the past is just weird.
Dear Me (in the future),
Your past self is at work currently, with [Redacted] and [Redacted]. Not a whole lot going on currently, being that you obviously had the time to type this out. Still trying to figure out my living situation coming up here in a couple of months. Should I move downstate,
O-O (Updated with a picture)Story time!
Alllllllrighty everyone! Time for a story! But first a story to preface the story.
Many moons ago, whilst browsing the blog section of a website I was a journalist for, I had stumbled upon an entree from a internet acquaintance regarding his copy of Halo 4, and how Amazon (or competing company--I don't remember who he had bought it through) had yet to deliver it to him. One or two weeks after the initial launch of the game, he was understandably quite frustrated with the company. Where was his copy? Why hadn't they delivered it yet? Why was Master Chief left to float around the galaxy in the butt piece of Forward Unto Dawn? These answers and more were left dangling in a passing breeze due to the lack of coordination of one company. Being a Halo connoisseur myself, I understood his pain. I am a pretty big fan of the series (I somehow even managed to get an unprovoked happy birthday from Halo's multiplayer announcer o
Keep calm and flutter on - Alternate endingOnce the six of them arrived at Sweet Apple Acres, it turned out that things were a lot worse than they'd originally thought it would be. There had been bad floods before, but this was on a whole other level. The water was so high now that Applejack's family had to get around by way of makeshift boats they'd made out of large wooden buckets. They were all doing what they could, but it was clear that this situation wasn't going to get better anytime soon. A sentiment that Applejack herself now voiced.
"I've never seen the floodin this bad. They've built dams around here before, but never like this. What's goin on?" She asked.
The five ponies, Twilight, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rarity and Rainbow Dash, all stood on a nearby hill, looking down at the devastation the floods were causing. Further down the land, where the beavers had built their unusually extensive dams, Fluttershy, still bearing her elements, was hovering above the nearest dam and was trying to speak to one of the beavers. Mo
Discorded ReviewSeason 4 Episode 1 and 2 of My Little Pony Friendship is Magic:
The Discorded Review
By Tuni Peace
Not only was it awesome for Discord to be in the first two episode's of the season, but his entrance was delightful and true to his character. Even the intro had Discord as an Easter egg in Fluttershy's cottage window!
His jokes were sharp, playfulness and sly character in tact from the last time we saw him.
Twilight instantly accused him of the events going on in Equestria.
Discord play's coy, reminding them that he is reformed and their friend. Thi
What The Fandom Is Starting To Act Like (Opinion)Hey Guys!
Again Right off the bat I would like to remind you that this is an Opinion I'm not saying this is what you have to believe, it's just me.
I love this fandom everything even the dark stuff, but there's one thing that seems to be appearing over and over again in this fandom:
All fandoms have it but since this fandom has been spoiled and treated great our whining seems to be the worst.
Allow me to explain:
Over the past 4 years we have been treated pretty nice by Hasbro, they listen the pander to us they even include us sometimes.
When they started to take down Youtube videos with full episodes we got mad......WHY!?
It's their show they need to make money off of it. Some people will say well not everyone can view the Episodes on TV.........
really.....Places like Netflix and other TV show streaming websites are available for you! There is no reason to whine about it wh
DECIDED: Glowing Pony Shirts****************
Thank you all for your awesome feedback on the shirt concepts! #2 was by far the favourite, and I think I can please almost everyone by submitting that design to welovefine.
...Which I just did! I've touched up the design a bit to make it ready for printing. I also changed the background effect slightly to show off Rainbow's colours better. Don't worry though, it's still the same design, just with the colour layout of the background a bit better!
Now it's up to welovefine to get permission from Hasbro, and to decide if they actually want to print this design. This can take anywhere up to 20 working days, although I hope it will go a bit faster, MLP being their ever-trending category. If they do decide to go on with this design, it shouldn't take too long to actually get it for sale.
I'll write another journal when their decision is made and when it's (hopefully) for sale, so stick with me for now!
I've recently acquired
chi-squaredyou fold pomegranate bits
and iceberg lettuce
in careful origami turns--
i have welcomed the slant
of your kindness with continuity
crashing my dormant waves
against the cerulean coastline of my spine.
the slur in my gait and the hiccup
in my reasoning so off, you asked if i was
looking too deeply into questions
and highlighting wrong answers
or resuscitating the comatose
in her small town caffeinated
truth is, i have only been
speaking my stutter away,
practicing conviction until
the face-flush interrobang
gives me away; there
will come a time
when i will consensually
embrace your indigo indifference
is not that time
and today is a bullied
if you could
fold me in unsuited
paper ornaments, my
irony may settle to exist
so that we - her
and i -
may remain a chance;
a meeting of
burn with mei would love to squeeze a story
out of your tongue on
one of our mornings out; i'd be
let inside like quicksand. see, you
i would love to act
withdrawn with you, pretension
sizzling at the burn of our
paper cigars, riding boulevard
upon boulevard on a bicycle
fueled with acrylics. i would
like it if you didn't
crumble into an oceanic coma;
your lungs can take
only so much stress.
i digress, lover, or
friend if you haven't sparked
a bonfire in your eyes for me
yet. i heard i'm a great catch
for wanna-be poets; they find
my sp2-hybridized figure, the holy
vessel of Eve's
mind how we lost Eden
or perhaps, lover-friend,
I think they're right in finding me
a traitor without knowing. i keep
losing my breath, see
i'm sure so
she must have grown weed in His
backyard and didn't share;
do you think He'd go far enough
to stone us for touching, wait
what was I talking about?
can we run out of sips
from the Laskins' cellar
eleven reminders to love yourselfi. When I talked to myself in
kindergarten, my teacher caught me
nestled between crayons, and towers of neatly
stacked voodoo drawings, darting to find
the perfect color, saying, "Mommies f-f-feed
their babies through the b-b-belly button;
that's why I have one. But they cry,
I c-c-cried, because I came out of my mommy's
mouth." My mother was called to school
that day; the teacher explained that
I was s-s-stammering a lie and it needed
needed fixing, so my mother
halted my stammer in its tracks
and didn't hold back when she said,
"With a head that big, you never would've
left my body, darling."
ii. The gold of the sun is
painful to me; I'd rather let the Margalla-exhausted monsoon
winds, subtend over its study of yellow
and blue to give me grey, (which once made
me cry because the color wheel said
green was right) and I'd rather
let my scarf darken under the reign of
a lightning-mustachioed sky,
bellowing a thunderous roar
My melanin levels couldn't
dampen me on s
distance thinks of suicide and stretch marksI am finally half a year behind in the past,
I thought it would never last, the future
is never near, never here,
and you, my dear, you
are too fast, too crude when you disappear.
see, you've pioneered
invisibility to the point of mass
I never see enough and seem
to pass you by; I look
more than I overhear, but
I've heard you've come near
to permanence the way I have
to patience. I no longer go
door-to-door with reluctance, I don't
smell for dead gladioli or
taste the air for a hint of the scent
in your hair, I'm just
listening carefully for the papery trembling
of a white flag. but you've wrapped
yourself in newspaper headlines,
whispering life into my ears as if they
were a sacrifice, a burden on your
part but I was one to conform to life
because you're still breathing
in your heart.
you had once told me that your eyes
stung with a vengeance you weren't guilty
for, and I responded with a kindness just
as alienated as yours. you still whispered
life a burden and hoped t
i apologize for taking after youdear mom,
i wouldn't know the first thing about sharing a man. i do, however, know what it is to share a part of your body that you had to let go of after nine months of being a knapsack for it. you always told me that you never really stopped being one; your hands were always full with my preschool worries and bully-stories and somehow there was yet still room for me to hold on to you.
i would clutch on to a different colored, chiffon dress you assorted to each day of the week; blue for mondays because you knew going back to school always made me feel insecure, green for tuesdays and wednesdays because the insecurity then succumbed to, "everyone is prettier than me," purple for thursdays because you said it's the only color in the rainbow with two shades and yellow for the rest because you knew the end of the week was more than just a liberation for me. it was the last day at the battlefield and i had made it through another week. it meant that yellow days are the happiest and you did
Applejack is secretly working for Google.I realized why I didn't like Applejack at all during today's episode. ...She reminded me of something.
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NO. STOP THAT. STOP THAT YOU SECRET GOOGLE PLUS EMPLOYEE.
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Alright, I'll quit spamming journals at you now.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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