It is indeed. Are you familiar with ~MLPFiMplz? See the journal if not. Actually, see the journal even if you are, because the awesomeness just gets more and more awesome.
Rainbow Dash, easily. When she blows the sonic rainboom to save Rarity and the Wonderbolts, I'm serious, shivers and goosebumps.
Yes.
But I think it was brilliant how they handled Fluttershy. By giving her such a narrow behavior window, her final mental breakdown in the last episode carried this tremendous weight that left quite a lasting impression. You cannot see it coming.
Then again, early on my favorite was Applejack, just because she's able to hold her own and excel without the need of flight or magic.
Oh, and the way Rarity handled the diamond dogs and survived so well on her own with her excessive whining gave me a new understanding and previously unseen respect for her. I didn't like her up until that point, then while rewatching some earlier episodes, found her much more likable.
Oh God. And how can you not forget the one who makes face!? I never liked spazzy hyperactive characters, and thought I was going to really lament Pinkie, but she was handled just right where she didn't annoy me, and actually ended up giving huge props for when she drove out the parasprites.
Yep, as I'm watching through them some more, my liking for Rarity has actually gone up quite a lot. She seemed really snobbish and whiny, ya know, but in the Diamond Dogs episode, she completely won over my favor with the line 'oh you want whiny?'
And went on. And on. And on.
It's like the creators were conscious people would see her as such, and just went with it with the intent of delivering that one particular moment when she really starts whining and acting all dramatic.
The contrast between that and her usual behavior allows me to, you know, connect a little better. At first I thought people were crazy for liking Rarity, because she started out as my least favorite. But the fact I've grown to understand her more makes me not think so much anymore, and the fact her mere behavior was able to turn my own opinions and perspectives so effectively greatly compliments her value to me.
Again, it's just testament to the greatness of the show. Maybe they didn't even intend for it to be like this, probably just some divine coincidence or Godly accident. But the characters all have this sense of depth to them that the show hardly explores, but the viewer picks up on just by watching attentively.
Rarity was always my favorite (followed by Fluttershy) precisely because she was so goddamn annoyingly prissy and immersed herself in the shallow, cruel world of fashion. Yet despite that, she is generous and rather genuine.
Spike did totally creep me out, though, when he was playing her pincushion. And when he said 'if I could feel anything, it wouldn't hurt, because it would be for herrrr.'
Creeped me to jeebies. Because I knew a girl in high school that proved the same thing to me. As she jammed a sewing needle THROUGH THE PALM OF HER HAND RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, saying 'it doesn't hurt when I think of you.'
There's a reason why I've been single 90% of my adult life. I can deal with crazy, I can handle a wee bit of insane, but the caliber of psychosis I'm constantly receiving always acts as solemn reminders that, ya know, life ain't so bad when going it alone.
She approached me while I was with my guy friends one Friday, and she asked me out on a date. My friends, fully aware of the problems I am having with this fat fucking psycho, are shrieking in laughter.
"Can't," I told her, motioning towards the guys. "Friday is always Round Table Pizza night with (my friend) Jak and the boys."
One week later, we are doing our Friday tradition, playing Magic: The Gathering at the local Round Table Pizza. Our order is called, we hold up the number...She's the one who delivers us the pizza.
"Hiiii Daaaviiiid," she smiles at me. "I just started working heeeere, so now we can hang oooout."
I ducked down in anticipation for all the laughter I was about to receive, all the ribbing, the jabs, the mocking. Apprehensively, I peel open one eye to look at Jak, his face much to my surprise aghast in shock in horror. My other friend Robert already got the pizza take-out boxes. We packed up and fucking booked it, because she had officially creeped out my friends. But before I could slide out the booth, the fat psycho tried to get one last hug out of me.
We fled. Fast.
But remember. We did this Friday night thing every Friday for several years without missing it. So when we packed up and left, the manager noticed. The manager was also a family friend of Jak. And Jak got to tell him my whole story, probably embellishing quite a bit.
Oh, and then there was the time I got a girlfriend. You know how this one goes.
My girlfriend only took classes up to fifth period, which was my art class. She'd sometimes ditch her last class just to hang out with me in the art room, she was such a doll I really did love her (small list of people I'd say I genuinely loved). But you know how it is when it first starts out, we're not really thinking, who's going to notice a little kiss here and there, it's just art class not like the teacher's even paying attention.
Well. The fat fucking psycho was.
Now, I thought she was over me, the year was almost over, and my lesbian friend was able to convince her to get some help and meds. I'd completely forgotten she was even in the room she leveled out so well. Apparently, when I brought in a girlfriend, it turns out her psychosis didn't disappear. It was just bottle up neatly under her fat folds for safe keeping.
It only took one kiss from my girlfriend. It set fatty off.
She kicked over an easel, booted a stool, and sitting huffing in the corner, poured out a tube of paint on the floor. My lesbian friend turns to me.
"Run. Now."
We dashed off that campus, full speed down a few blocks, getting to her house and taking shelter with doors locked and windows bolted in her bedroom. After you can imagine being the best god damn sex in the freaking universe (fear sex, it's amazing), my lesbian friend calls me up.
"Yeah, sorry, dropped the ball, should've told you. Since you got that girl, she's been wanting to murder her ever since." "I'm...I'm honestly not in the slightest shocked." "Me neither. That's bad isn't it..." "So, umm, what happened after we left?" "Well, she was crying, wondering why you would cheat on her." "Again. Not shocked." "And then kinda left, probably looking for you." "Well, heh, at least she...she..." I narrow my brow, "...she knows where we are, doesn't she..." "Yeeeeeee-aash, yeah again sorry, she followed you guys to her home last week, should've told you." *click* "Leaving! We are leaving!"
We went down to Jak's to take shelter for the evening. It was seriously some scary shit. Turns out my lesbian friend was such a great person, and hung out with this fat psycho over the weekend, and convinced her to start taking her meds again. On Monday, I ducked into school, my girlfriend feigned sick, and in art class, she just talked to me like nothing weird ever happened.
"Don't bring it up, either" my lesbian friend instructs me in a commanding whisper. "She thinks you're going to ask her out later." "Huh? Why does she-" "That's the best I could do to get her back on her fucking meds she is fucking crazy and you are fucked and going to die if she isn't on them anyway." "Great." She bounces up to my table. "Hiii Daaaviiiid. Looking forward to seeing you at prom!" I crouch down to her. "You told her I was taking her to prom?" She whispers like a pissed off duck, "IT WAS THE BEST I COULD DO. MEDS, MAN, just let them settle for a week."
I played it sheepish for the rest of the class, just taking it easy, keeping a low profile, ditching early after role was taken and I turn in the illustration I did in the morning's economics class. I thought I had dodged her completely, changing where I ate lunch, abandoning my Prom plans...
Three years go by.
I am driving to art school, and pull into my usual Starbucks.
"Hiii Daaaviiid!"
A vestigial nuance of consciousness screams in terror. "Oh, hey it's, well lookie here at you" I'm panicking full fucking force, "you with your hair I like your hair and my word somebody's been hittin' that there ol' gym, stepping classes it looks like and you're touching my morning coffee yay good to see you-" "Heard you broke up with that chick." "HA HA HA HAH Yeeeeeeeah-haaaaaaaaa-uhhhh-well you know, she-" God, kill me. God kill me now. "She wasn't good enough for ya?" Wait God. Kill her instead. Kill her, God! "PFFFFFFFT-Well, it was a mutual...we decided-" God appears behind her. "Hey," he says to the Fat Psycho. "You've got inventory to do still. You can converse later." She shuffles off. God brushes off the barista apron, and turns to me. "I'm sorry sir, what can I get started for you?" "Nothing." I tell God. "Nothing, except my repentance, and forgiving my sins."
I left super quick.
That's not the end of the story. I know I'm going to see her again. It will happen. It's just how she is. She always appears, and is one of the few people I am legitimately terrified of.
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But I think it was brilliant how they handled Fluttershy. By giving her such a narrow behavior window, her final mental breakdown in the last episode carried this tremendous weight that left quite a lasting impression. You cannot see it coming.
Then again, early on my favorite was Applejack, just because she's able to hold her own and excel without the need of flight or magic.
Oh, and the way Rarity handled the diamond dogs and survived so well on her own with her excessive whining gave me a new understanding and previously unseen respect for her. I didn't like her up until that point, then while rewatching some earlier episodes, found her much more likable.
Oh God. And how can you not forget the one who makes
And went on. And on. And on.
It's like the creators were conscious people would see her as such, and just went with it with the intent of delivering that one particular moment when she really starts whining and acting all dramatic.
The contrast between that and her usual behavior allows me to, you know, connect a little better. At first I thought people were crazy for liking Rarity, because she started out as my least favorite. But the fact I've grown to understand her more makes me not think so much anymore, and the fact her mere behavior was able to turn my own opinions and perspectives so effectively greatly compliments her value to me.
Again, it's just testament to the greatness of the show. Maybe they didn't even intend for it to be like this, probably just some divine coincidence or Godly accident. But the characters all have this sense of depth to them that the show hardly explores, but the viewer picks up on just by watching attentively.
Rarity was always my favorite (followed by Fluttershy) precisely because she was so goddamn annoyingly prissy and immersed herself in the shallow, cruel world of fashion. Yet despite that, she is generous and rather genuine.
That and seeing Spike swooning over her.
Creeped me to jeebies. Because I knew a girl in high school that proved the same thing to me. As she jammed a sewing needle THROUGH THE PALM OF HER HAND RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, saying 'it doesn't hurt when I think of you.'
There's a reason why I've been single 90% of my adult life. I can deal with crazy, I can handle a wee bit of insane, but the caliber of psychosis I'm constantly receiving always acts as solemn reminders that, ya know, life ain't so bad when going it alone.
Excuse my language.
She approached me while I was with my guy friends one Friday, and she asked me out on a date. My friends, fully aware of the problems I am having with this fat fucking psycho, are shrieking in laughter.
"Can't," I told her, motioning towards the guys. "Friday is always Round Table Pizza night with (my friend) Jak and the boys."
One week later, we are doing our Friday tradition, playing Magic: The Gathering at the local Round Table Pizza. Our order is called, we hold up the number...She's the one who delivers us the pizza.
"Hiiii Daaaviiiid," she smiles at me. "I just started working heeeere, so now we can hang oooout."
I ducked down in anticipation for all the laughter I was about to receive, all the ribbing, the jabs, the mocking. Apprehensively, I peel open one eye to look at Jak, his face much to my surprise aghast in shock in horror. My other friend Robert already got the pizza take-out boxes. We packed up and fucking booked it, because she had officially creeped out my friends. But before I could slide out the booth, the fat psycho tried to get one last hug out of me.
We fled. Fast.
But remember. We did this Friday night thing every Friday for several years without missing it. So when we packed up and left, the manager noticed. The manager was also a family friend of Jak. And Jak got to tell him my whole story, probably embellishing quite a bit.
Oh, and then there was the time I got a girlfriend. You know how this one goes.
My girlfriend only took classes up to fifth period, which was my art class. She'd sometimes ditch her last class just to hang out with me in the art room, she was such a doll I really did love her (small list of people I'd say I genuinely loved). But you know how it is when it first starts out, we're not really thinking, who's going to notice a little kiss here and there, it's just art class not like the teacher's even paying attention.
Well. The fat fucking psycho was.
Now, I thought she was over me, the year was almost over, and my lesbian friend was able to convince her to get some help and meds. I'd completely forgotten she was even in the room she leveled out so well. Apparently, when I brought in a girlfriend, it turns out her psychosis didn't disappear. It was just bottle up neatly under her fat folds for safe keeping.
It only took one kiss from my girlfriend. It set fatty off.
She kicked over an easel, booted a stool, and sitting huffing in the corner, poured out a tube of paint on the floor. My lesbian friend turns to me.
"Run. Now."
We dashed off that campus, full speed down a few blocks, getting to her house and taking shelter with doors locked and windows bolted in her bedroom. After you can imagine being the best god damn sex in the freaking universe (fear sex, it's amazing), my lesbian friend calls me up.
"Yeah, sorry, dropped the ball, should've told you. Since you got that girl, she's been wanting to murder her ever since."
"I'm...I'm honestly not in the slightest shocked."
"Me neither. That's bad isn't it..."
"So, umm, what happened after we left?"
"Well, she was crying, wondering why you would cheat on her."
"Again. Not shocked."
"And then kinda left, probably looking for you."
"Well, heh, at least she...she..." I narrow my brow, "...she knows where we are, doesn't she..."
"Yeeeeeee-aash, yeah again sorry, she followed you guys to her home last week, should've told you."
*click*
"Leaving! We are leaving!"
We went down to Jak's to take shelter for the evening. It was seriously some scary shit. Turns out my lesbian friend was such a great person, and hung out with this fat psycho over the weekend, and convinced her to start taking her meds again. On Monday, I ducked into school, my girlfriend feigned sick, and in art class, she just talked to me like nothing weird ever happened.
"Don't bring it up, either" my lesbian friend instructs me in a commanding whisper. "She thinks you're going to ask her out later."
"Huh? Why does she-"
"That's the best I could do to get her back on her fucking meds she is fucking crazy and you are fucked and going to die if she isn't on them anyway."
"Great."
She bounces up to my table. "Hiii Daaaviiiid. Looking forward to seeing you at prom!"
I crouch down to her. "You told her I was taking her to prom?"
She whispers like a pissed off duck, "IT WAS THE BEST I COULD DO. MEDS, MAN, just let them settle for a week."
I played it sheepish for the rest of the class, just taking it easy, keeping a low profile, ditching early after role was taken and I turn in the illustration I did in the morning's economics class. I thought I had dodged her completely, changing where I ate lunch, abandoning my Prom plans...
Three years go by.
I am driving to art school, and pull into my usual Starbucks.
"Hiii Daaaviiid!"
A vestigial nuance of consciousness screams in terror. "Oh, hey it's, well lookie here at you" I'm panicking full fucking force, "you with your hair I like your hair and my word somebody's been hittin' that there ol' gym, stepping classes it looks like and you're touching my morning coffee yay good to see you-"
"Heard you broke up with that chick."
"HA HA HA HAH Yeeeeeeeah-haaaaaaaaa-uhhhh-well you know, she-" God, kill me. God kill me now.
"She wasn't good enough for ya?" Wait God. Kill her instead. Kill her, God!
"PFFFFFFFT-Well, it was a mutual...we decided-"
God appears behind her. "Hey," he says to the Fat Psycho. "You've got inventory to do still. You can converse later."
She shuffles off. God brushes off the barista apron, and turns to me.
"I'm sorry sir, what can I get started for you?"
"Nothing." I tell God. "Nothing, except my repentance, and forgiving my sins."
I left super quick.
That's not the end of the story. I know I'm going to see her again. It will happen. It's just how she is. She always appears, and is one of the few people I am legitimately terrified of.