So, I was just chased down by my four-year-old brother, who was holding a toy sword over his head and waving a transparent blue plastic block in front of it. He started “shooting” at me with a toy bow, then climbed up onto my head and poked my “weak point” with the sword until I fell over. Then he pretended to pass out.
I think he enjoys watching me play video games.
“Google Chrome is out of date because it hasn’t been relaunched in a while. An update is available and will be applied as soon as you relaunch.”
Okay, done.
Five minutes later:
“Google Chrome is out of date because it hasn’t been relaunched in a while. An update is available and will be applied as soon as you relaunch.”
My mom just ate a piece of bell pepper with green icing on top of it. She told me she was “eating her greens”.
This is the kind of family I grew up with, which explains approximately everything.
You are the MY LITTLE PONY: FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC FANDOM. It’s you.
It’s not anyone but you.
Especially not your stupid fucking older brother, the BRONY CULTURE.
You utterly abhor him with every last ounce of what would otherwise be A BEAUTIFUL HEART.
When you first came into this world, people found you adorable. They never expected to discover someone like you, but they welcomed you anyway because you seemed like such a sweetheart. All you ever wanted was to learn what FRIENDSHIP was truly like, as you’d been taught of its near MAGICAL properties. You wanted to make friends, and you almost did. But he couldn’t handle it.
While people loved you, others hated him. They found him obnoxious, disgusting and sexist. He was a true pig, and still is. And he hated you.
So the bastard tidied himself up a bit on the outside, locked you away and stole your identity.
Nobody noticed. In fact, they began to hate you, too.
Everybody hates you now. But it’s not you.
Sometimes you still blame yourself in spite of this, but in the end you always remember one thing:
He does NOT know what friendship is.
And now, neither will you.
And they say bronies are elitists. That they attack people for disagreeing with them. That they stereotype.
Funny how stereotyping works, isn’t it? If you accuse enough people of it, you can end up doing it yourself. And in the end you might turn every bit as cruel, maybe even worse, to anyone who fits into the category you’ve designated as “bad”.
I’m a brony. And stuff like this is why I’ve mostly kept quiet about that on here. But now I’m speaking up to make one request: stop condemning us. That goes to everyone who’s doing so. Finding bad examples doesn’t give license for prejudice.
I shouldn’t have to explain that.
Assignment 7, final portfolio. The assignment was to take 3-5 pictures that shared a theme/subject, style, or story. I asked my sister to act as the subject. Rather than making them all carry the same style and theme, I decided to make a transition as the story progressed. The early photos are grainy, dark and enclosed, but they become clearer, brighter and more open toward the end. The story is intentionally vague, but is meant to convey the idea of a worker finding freedom and a world previously unknown. To create the effect of darkness turning to light, the pictures were taken in reverse order. Heavy light and color editing was done, both area-specific and overall. A black border was added to all pictures and the third image was cropped to remove distracting background objects.
Assignment 6. We were told to create an image that conveys the idea of windows, mirrors, or doors. I ended up using a photo taken while working on Assignment 4, which I made to look like an opening into another world by cropping out a portion of the photo and flipping the entire thing upside down. No other adjustments were made to this photo.
Assignment 5. The assignment this time was to take a picture of a white egg in a creative way, but to clearly show the texture of the shell. I dyed these eggs and arranged them as seen in the picture before taking them. There is a meaning to the image, but I prefer the viewer to think of one themselves. Minor lighting and color adjustments were made.
