>"Seriously, you're on the computer again?"

>>26696060
Shut up Dashole, you don't know what it's like to be a pony in Canterlot High.

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>>26696060
see dash you are quite mistaking

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>>26696060
Lemme cum on your feet plz.

I'll write more after work. Keep the thread alive in the meantime.

>>26696880
woo

>>26697434

>>26696880
desu

>>26696060
DontKnowWhatPageBecauseImOnMyPhone Bump

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>>26692191
>The day went by just as slowly as you had feared.
>You could count the number of customers you had gotten on three hands.
>For a five hour shift.
>God fucking damn.

>You ended up either facing the aisles of the store, or chatting with your supervisor.
>Lots of drama about the store eventually closing down, paired with a lot of infighting between employees.
>Seriously, there was a fuckton of drama going on for a tiny little grocery store in Canterlot.
>Honestly, it didn't matter too much to you.
>You didn't even really want this job anymore. You kept working it because it was nice additional income.
>But if it closed down, you wouldn't be too sad.

>Enough thinking about stupid work drama.
>You look at the clock. 8:56 PM
>Oh fuck yeah you're almost done.
>You sign out of your register and go back to the break room.
>Your supervisor beat you there, and he's clocking out.
>"Finally get to go home, Anon. You got any plans for the rest of the night?"

>Before you could even answer, you could hear the thumping base of heavy speakers quickly approach the outside of the store.
"Yeah, gonna hang out with some friends."

>"Well have fun, Anon. See you Sunday."
>You thank him, before heading back out and through the front doors.
>You see the light from the street lamp bounce off of the familiar jet-black camaro, and the passenger-side window rolls down.
>The music was almost muted then, and Norman shoots you a dopey grin.
>"Anon, bro! Get in!"

>He pulls his seat forward, and you climb into the back once more.
>As you do so, Flash turns the song volume back up and changes the track.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZUuz9p1RYY

>"Lets get fuckin' CRAZY!" Flash cried as he shifted the vehicle into gear and took off.

---

>Be pic related.
>Be laying in bed, watching TV.
>Be constantly looking over to your cellphone, waiting for him to call.
>If he'll call at all.
>If he even cares anymore.

>Feel... betrayed.

>>26700754
Meanwhile,
Flash, Anon, and Norman are doing
>Video related: https://youtu.be/iORpLPmFfHU

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>>26700754
>that small green from Dash's perspective
>that spoiler
Oh what do you have planned for us tonight writefag

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>>26700832
>>26700754
I can already feel my jimmies being rustled

>>26700754
I fucking hate Flush

It's the only update I have for tonight, unfortunately. I promise more tomorrow though, and I also promise to try and get it out earlier.

I do not promise, however, to remember to trip when I post updates. That is something that I seem to consistently fuck up.

>>26701151
Also, please don't let me wake up to another 404'd thread. Try and keep it alive, please.

>>26701162
Don't forget the classic Pastebin, Writefag
You may want it in case the threads 404 for some reason

>>26700754
This fucking story, I don't know who to root for! It's one of the only stories where Flash is kinda cool (and maybe even likable), but Rainbow is alone :( Fuuuuu

>>26701213
Duly noted. Pastebin is here:

http://pastebin.com/pUfFcWXM

I went through and formatted it to be understandable without spoiler tags and images.

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Bedtime bumpu

Pls thread no kil

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>>26700754
>green makes me feel bad for dash, even for a second
That doesn't happen too often.

>>26702526

Bumpbump

Morning bump

Boop

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Science Bump

Phone bump

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>>26700754
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rs45kJXTnk

>Be Anon.
>Be chilling out in the backseat of Flash's camaro.
>You can feel the air vibrate through the speakers in the back as the next song plays.
>Flash and Norman are both jamming out to the current track on the CD, and you're nodding your head along with them.

"So what all do you guys wanna do?" you all but shout over the music.
>Flash shrugged. "We're just cruisin' for now, Anon. I kinda wanna grab a bite to eat though. You guys hungry?"
>"I could eat, yeah," replied Norman. "You hungry Anon?"

>Suddenly, there's a gnawing pain in your stomach as you realize you haven't actually eaten since lunch at the high school.
"Yeah, I could go for some food."

>Suddenly, Norman whips around and looks you dead in the eye, startling you.
>Pic related.
>"Dude. Have you been to the 818 Club?" he questioned, his face donning a look of absolute seriousness.
>You tentatively shake your head, and his eyes go even wider. "DUDE." Then, looking back over at Flash. "DUDE."
>"818 it is!" said Flash, before making a sudden right turn on a yellow light.
>That reminded you to lock in your seatbelt, as you were hurled into the left side of the car.
>Ow.

"What's the 818 Club?"

>"Bruh, like, it's this Irish-themed restaurant out Garrison street," began Norman. "They have the best sandwiches, man. Like, the BEST."
>Flash then chimes in. "Also Norman's crushin' HARD on the waitress there."

>Norman gave him a look of abject horror, before looking back to you, and back to him again. "Not cool, dude. Seriously."
>"Aw, lighten up, bruh," Flash told him. "Anon's cool with secrets. Right Anon?" In the rearview mirror, he gave you a quick wink.

>You put your hands up, palms out, and shrug.
"I ain't no gossip."
>Norman doesn't look convinced.
"...bruh."

>After a moment, Norman cracks a cheeky grin. "Thanks, Anon. 'Preciate it."

>>26705570
>Inb4 the waitress is Rainbow.

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>>26705570
go on

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>>26705658
Okay.

>>26705570
"Don't worry about it, man."

>The rest of the drive was relatively silent after that.
>Besides the loud music, that is.
>Speaking of which, it was changing to the next song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMDyXkzW7F0

>Wait, this one isn't bass-thumping ear-destroying mayhem.
>It's actually fairly easy to listen to.

>"THIS," Flash began, "is my favorite song on this CD."
>Then, out of nowhere, Flash began to sing along with the song.
>...Really well.

>"I've changed my mind, I can't comply.
>"Lost in this mess, I just can't let this go.
>"Oh no."

>Pic related.

>"Waste all your days in trendy cafes.
>"The less that you know, the more you'll understand.
>"I know firsthand."

>"I'm not interested in your past, or who you hate at work.
>"You don't make sense, you're a mystery to me.
>"I don't know who's to blame,
>"It's the same way every time we speak.
>"We're not changing. This is over.
>"You're not making sound, you're looking around..!"

>Norman's tapping his lap to the beat.
>You're transfixed by the display before you.

>"But please, just, let, me,
>"Walk alone. My mind's outgrown
>"All the foolish ways, of making greys turn black!"

>The song then devolved into heavily-modulated vocals, and Flash stopped singing.
>Norman then began to clap, and you can't help but join in.
"Holy shit."

>Flash is a little red in the face. "Sorry about that, bruh. This song just... I'll tell you later."
>Sure enough, as he says this, you see a green sign down the road.
>'The 818 Club: Irush Pub & Grill'
>Norman went starry-eyed as the sign came into view. "Finally! I'm starving, bruh."
>"Starving for that nerdy waitress," commented a smirk-faced Flash.
>"That too."

>>26705686
>>26705619
>Inb4 the waitress is SciTwi

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>>26705686
Do go on

>>26705795
I will, but I have to go to work right now. There will be more updates later today though, I only have a 3 hour shift.

>>26705910
Have fun, I will be waiting

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>>26705910
Its been three hours Anon, where's our green!

>>26707384
Be patient. Only good green will happen if he takes his time.

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>>26705686
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAg6tyC9Xxc
>The moment you enter, you take notice that the entire establishment is absolutely packed.
>The line to even get a table nearly reaches to the front doors.
>You look over, and Flash is doing something on his phone.
>Norman, however, is looking across the sea of people, as though he was looking for something.
>Probably that 'nerdy waitress' Flash mentioned.

>...No, no, that can't be Twilight.
>An idle thought, but there's no way. She says she works at a local bookstore.
>Go figure.
>Still, you'd like to meet the girl that gets Norman so up in arms.

>Huh. Less than 8 hours ago, you couldn't give any less of a shit about these two.
>Norman was literally a nobody to you.
>And yet here you are, waiting in a long-ass line to have a meal with them.

>Funny how life does that.

>Well, you've got nothing better to do, so you decide to look around the establishment.
>The walls are all a deep, pool-table green, with dark wood paneling along the bottom half of them.
>The restaurant was lined on the west and north sides by boothes, while the center was dominated by seemingly-haphazardly-placed round tables.
>They were adorned with table cloths covered in clovers and leprechauns and what have you.
>The walls were decked in paintings of what you assumed was supposed to be the Irish countryside, along with local sports team banners and a couple neon signs.
>There was a bar on the east side, which stretched from the north wall to you, and curved around to the east to make the cashier's counter.
>Every few minutes, another waiter or waitress came out with a tray full of food.
>None of them looked particularly nerdy in your eyes.

>...

>Holy FUCKING SHIT you're bored.
>Pic related internally.
>How long has it been? It had to be close to an hour.
>You look back over, and notice Flash had put his phone away, and had his arms crossed.
>"Bruh, Thursdays aren't usually this busy."

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>>26708244
>Flash looks back over to you with an eyebrow raised. "We can go eat somewhere else if you don't wanna wait anymore, bruh."
>"Hang on, hang on," Norman spoke up, not even looking at the two of you. "I mean we've already been waiting for like thirty minutes, can't be much longer right?"

>Seriously?
>SERIOUSLY?
>It's only been thirty minutes?
>Feels much longer than that.
>You look up at a clock on the wall in the shape of a four-leaf clover, and it is 9:42.

>Wow.

>"Dude, you just wanna go shoot the shit with that one girl," Flash chided, giving him a knowing frown. "C'mon, Anon's probably really hungry man. We can come back here some other time."
>A flash of disappointment crossed Norman's face, and he released a pent-up breath. "Yeah, alright. C'mon, let's-"

>"Norman?"

>That's a voice you haven't heard before.
>You all direct your attention to the counter, where pic related is currently standing, wearing a white dress shirt and black dress pants.

>Norman dons the biggest, dumbest grin you have ever seen on him. Mouth agape and everything.
>"Hey, Moondancer!" he said with great enthusiasm. "So uh, what's up?"

>Moondancer, huh? The name rings a bell.
>She gives him a warm smile back. "Well, you know... work, and stuff."
>"Oh yeah, totally," he responds, nodding his head. "I, like, I work too, sometimes."

>You and Flash exchange a glance, and you can see the fainted of cringes emerge from the blue-haired boy.

>"So, uh, three then?" Moondancer asks.
>"Three what?"
>Moondancer gave him a quizzical stare. "Three of you, right?"
>Norman's eyes went wide. "Oh, yeah! Yeah, there's, uh, three. Yeah."
>"Alri-"
>"Sorry."
>"...Alright, follow me to your table."

>That was the most horrifically-awkward exchange of words you had ever seen in your entire life.
>Flash apparently thought the same, because when Moondancer turned around, he cringed even harder.

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>>26708547
>Moondancer led you through the crowd of people, eventually stopping at an empty booth. You and Flash got in one end, and Norman got on the other.
>She then gave you each a menu -a single laminated piece of paper- before asking for your drink order.
>"I'll have a Bebsi," said Flash.
>"FUG rootbeer please," was Norman's reply.
"Just a water, thanks."

>"Alright, that'll be out in a jiffy!" And with that, she left with your drink order.
>As soon as she was out of earshot, Flash punched Norman in the shoulder.
>"Fuck! Dude, what was that for?"

>"'I, like, I work too, sometimes?' Are you kidding me brah?"
>"Alright, yeah, it sucked, but my mind was blankin' out, man! It's hard-" He went silent the moment Moondancer was seen coming back, three drinks in hand.
>"Bebsi, FUG, and a water!" she said cheerily. "Are you all ready to order?"

>"We'll need a moment," Flash told her, scanning his menu.
>"Alright, I'll be back in a few minutes!"

>She began walking away, and Norman continued.
>"It's hard to focus around her, man. She's just, like- I mean look at her!"
>You turn your attention to the waitress as she ducks through the door to the kitchen.
>"I can barely think about anything else when I'm around her, bruh."

>Pic related.

"Well why don't you ask her out already?"
>Norman shook his head. "Nah, she'd never go for someone like me. She's got a job, she's gone some of the best grades in the school."
>He continued after a sip from his FUG. "She's got goals, Anon. And look at me; no job, no car, no goals. She's way out of my league, bro."

>Flash put a hand on his back. "You never know if you don't ask, bruh."
"Seriously. What's the worst that can happen? She says no?"

>Norman took another sip of his FUG, prompting you to sip from your water.
>"Maybe you're right. Maybe I should just get it over with. She says no, I move on, no biggie."
>"And there ya go," Flash reassured, patting him once more.

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>>26709017
>"Do you know what you're ordering, Anon?" Norman asked you.
>Oh, maybe you should actually look at the menu.

>You look it over and try to find something appetizing.
>Soups? Nah.
>Salads? Nope.
>Ah, here are the sandwiches.
>Oh, that reuben looks pretty good.
"Yeah, I think I'm good."

>"What about you, Norman?" Flash asked. "You good, man?"
>"I always get the same thing, Flash."
>He shook his head. "Nah, bruh. You GOOD, man?"
>"Uh... Oh!" He released a deep sigh. "Yeah, I guess so, man."

>Eventually, Moondancer made her way back to the table, and Norman took a tall drink from his glass.
>"Are you guys ready to order?"
"I'm good to go."
>Flash nodded. "Same here, brah."
>Norman took another gulp.
>And another.
>And the drink is almost empty.
>Goddamn.

"Are, uh... you okay there, Norman?"
>"I'm good," he finally said, before looking up at Moondancer. "Hey, uh, can I ask you something?"

>You could see her eyebrows raise slightly above her glasses. "Yeah, go ahead!"
>Come on, pansy.
>Do it.
>"I was wondering... What kind of cheese comes on the cheesesteak sandwich?"
>Fuck.

>"Nope. Try again, bruh." Flash gave him a hard look, tapping a finger against his Bebsi.

>Norman took a deep breath, slowly releasing it.
>How the fuck is he this nervous?
>He's just asking a girl out.
>You'd think he'd never done this before.

>...Oh.

>"What I mean is," Norman continues, "do you wanna... go out sometime?"
>There you go.

>You look back up at Moondancer, an expression of surprise on her face. "Oh... S-Sure, Norman. What time?"
>You look back and Norman's doing pic related.
>"...What time?" he parroted. "Uh, what time works for you?"
>He's still pic related.
>"Well, I work weekdays from five to ten, so any time around that would be fine."

>Flash suddenly perks his head up. "You wanna come hang out with us tonight?"

>>26710821
>Reuben
You are a smart man

>>26696060
Okay great, this is a thing now

>>26710821
>That snapped Norman out of it.
>"UH-"
>"It'll be fun!" Flash interrupted. "Cruisin' around town, listening to music and just chillin' out. Sound good brah?"

>There was a faint redness shining on Moondancer's face, and she readjusted her glasses. "Oh, tonight isn't a great night actually. I have, um, things, to do."
>She was quick to add, "But we could do something this weekend! If you're free, that is."

>Norman tried to take another drink from his glass, but got nothing but ice instead.
>"That totally works. So, uh, anyone have a pencil, or-"

>"Moondancer!" called a gruff female voice from the counter. "Do you see how busy we are? Stop the socializing!"

>"Sorry!" she called back, before hastily bringing a pad of paper and a pencil from her belt. "So, uh, what'll it be?"


Fuck the character limit man. That's all I have for tonight. As always, I'll have more tomorrow. Just keep the thread alive in the meantime.

bedtime bump

>>26696060
bump

>>26709017
>Bebsi
>FUG

Oooh, yer a cheeky cunt, ain'tcha Mr. Writefriend? I'd be lying if I said that didn't get me all the same, however. Keep up the good work.

boop

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>>26713908
ponk

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>>26714431
honky ponky

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>>26709017
FUG

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>>26709017
oh fugg:DD

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>>26711148
>You all are quick to place your orders.
>You and Flash both got 'The Reuben' as it's called.
>Norman ended up getting that cheesesteak sandwich.

>"I'll write down my number with the bill," she told him. "We can set up the details later. Sound good?"
>"Sounds good!" Norman replied, perhaps a bit enthusiastically.
>She beamed at him, before collecting the menus and returning to the kitchen.

>When she was gone, Flash patted him on the back.
>"Dude, I'm proud of you."
>"Bruh. That went WAY better than I expected, man."

>You take another sip from your water, and Flash redirects his attention to you. "Anyone caught your eye yet, Anon?"
"Huh? Oh, no, not really, I don't think so."
>You try to think of anyone that you had any romantic feelings for, but you seemed to be coming up short.
>There were plenty of people you cared about, though.

>...One in particular, you almost dropped over a grand on a gift for.

>Wow. That kinda puts things into perspective.
>Flash seemed to take notice, and he furrowed his brow. "You sure about that, bruh? You don't look that convinced."
>You shook your head.
"Just thinking about it is all. But yeah, I can't really see myself with someone right now."

>After a moment, Flash smirked a sinister kind of smirk. "Oh, I get it..."
>What.
"You... What do you get?"

>"Who's your favorite Wonderbolt, Anon?"

>Pic related.

>Norman gives Flash a weird look. "Uh, am I missing something?"
>"You have a favorite, right?" Flash persisted.

>You take another, slow drink from your water.
"Uh, well yeah. I mean it's gotta be... y'know, Spitfire. Bruh."
>Norman looked even more confused. "Why are you guys talking about the Wonderbolts?"

>"I'll explain later," Flash tells him, before turning back to you. "Spitfire's decent. Sucks what happened during the last cup though. You remember what happened?"

>Pic related. HARD.

More coming after work guys.

>>26715206
we will wait writefriend

bumping for GODDAMNIT ANON JUST TELL THE TRUTH ALREADY

I'm intrigued in this story oh fuck what did you horsefuckers do to me

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>>26716577
One of us, one of us...

Page 7? Not on my watch.

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Good job, guys. A+ thread. 10/10 would bump again

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>>26715194
>Be Anon.
>Be in a bit of a pickle.

"I, uh... Heh. I'm drawing a blank! ...B-Bruh."
>Flash eyed you like a rulefag eyes a porn thread, before waving his hand dismissively. "That jacket wasn't for you, was it?"

>"Jacket?" Norman was getting frustrated with being out of the loop. "Bruh, someone tell me what this is all about."
>Flash kept his eyes on you. "Anon tried to buy a Wonderbolts jacket on an auction site, but got outbid."

>"Well shit, man, sorry to hear that." Norman was about to take a sip from his drink, before realizing it was still empty. "Wait, what does a jacket have to do with Anon having a lady friend?"
>You saw him raise an eyebrow. "Dude friend?"

>You and Flash both gave him incredulous looks like pic related.
>"Norman, bro, what I'm SAYING," Flash began, "is that I don't think Anon tried to buy it for himself... get me?"

>You didn't notice that you were tapping your fingers against the table at a growing volume, until the tips of your fingers were sore.
>This looked bad. Like, really bad.
>Yeah, that jacket was meant for Rainbow, but because you were FRIENDS.
>You had been friends for a long time, in fact.
>You just wanted to do something nice for her, that's all.

>...At least that's what you told yourself, anyway.

>It looked like Norman finally pieced it all together, and that signature dopey grin of his was back.
>"Who's the jacket for, bruh? Do we know 'em?"

>Yes.
"No."
>"So there IS someone!" Flash cried, pointing a finger at you and donning a knowing smirk.
>Yes.
"No!"
>"Bruh, it's nothing to be ashamed of!" Flash shrugged. "Even Norman got to open up, man."

"Look, she's-"
>You release a breath you didn't know you were holding.
"She's just a friend, alright? Wanted to buy her the jacket because she likes the Wonderbolts. No romantic motive."
>Flash definitely didn't buy it, but Norman was on the fence about it.

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>>26718532
>Of course Flash wouldn't believe that.
>He knows exactly how much that jacket cost.
>Norman, on the other hand, gave you a peculiar look. "Wait, are you talking about Rainbow Dash?"
>You nod.
>"Yeah, I believe him. She's not really the 'girlfriend' type, bruh."

>That piqued your interest.
"How do you mean?"
>He shrugged. "I mean she just really isn't into the whole romance thing. Every guy that asks her out gets turned down."
>That much was true. She had turned a lot of guys down.

>Well, there weren't a LOT of guys that asked her.
>You could count the number on one hand.
>But she turned everyone down, so relatively speaking, it was a lot.
>Like, compared to the number of guys that DIDN'T ask her out, it's not-

>Oh, while you were busy thinking about semantics, Norman wasn't done talking.

>Pic related.

>You didn't catch what he said, but Flash was giving him an angry glare.
>"Bruh, I was kidding," Norman said defensively.
>"Dude, that isn't even funny," Flash chided.

"What did he say? I zoned out."
>"Anon, I was kidding," Norman said quickly. "I did NOT mean it."
>"Don't worry about it, Anon," Flash said sternly. "It was a dumb joke."
"Well I still want to know what he said. Was it about me?"
>"No, dude, seriously-"
"Was it about Rainbow Dash?"
>"Anon, please," Norman pleaded. "It was just a dumb comment, sounded funny at the time. You'd only get mad if you knew."
>It was actually making you angry not knowing.
"I promise not to get mad, alright? Tell me what it was."
>Flash chipped in. "That's not a promise you can keep, bruh."
"I can promise that it's irritating me to NOT know, so just spill the goddamn-"

>"Who had the cheesesteak sandwich?"
>Oh fuck hello Moondancer.

>"That's me," Norman said nervously.
>Moondancer passed over the plate of food, before setting the reubens in front of you and Flash.
>"Any refills?"

>"Uh, yeah, I could use one," said Norman, extending the glass-filled cup.

>>26719007
>"Uh, yeah, I could use one," said Norman, extending the glass-filled cup.

Ice-filled cup. Fucking hell I thought I caught everything.

>>26719127
I can just imagine Norman eating glass fragments.

That's gonna be it for tonight. I wanted to do more, but I've hit a block and I don't know where I want to go with this, so I'm gonna take some time to think about it.

Tell me what you think so far! Things you like, things you don't like, that sort of thing.

>>26719736
So far i enjoy it. I think it is taking a good pace, though another flash to dash or the others might be in order sometime.

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>>26719007
Fucking FUCK I missed a golden opportunity to use THIS pic instead of THAT one.

It would've been much more understandable to many than a stupid gag from a YTP.

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>>26719976
You've got a pretty nasty habit for beating yourself up over the little things. Don't worry about it so much.

Though if you would kindly remind me which poop that was from, that'd be lovely. It's going to drive me crazy if I don't go watch it again.

>>26720204
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJqwW-ivdlM

DurhamrockerZ does the best KOTH stuff imo.

>>26719736
Liking it so far, though this little bit about norman and moondancer seems a bit like padding but I'm not complaining much.

bampino

Bedtime bumparino

>>26719736
Really like it overall. It's not often I monitor green threads closely, but this one gets me. Last threads I remember following this closely was /fit/ Dash and trap Vinyl.

>>26719976
Bedtime bump

Boop

>>26719007
moar when nigguh

>>26723816
When I finish writin' it nigguh

Which won't actually be much longer.

>>26723961
cool beans

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>>26719007
>Be Anon.
>You're still pissed off that they won't tell you, but you don't question any further.
>If it was just a joke, then it doesn't really matter.
>Instead, you focus all your attention to the reuben in front of you.
>God damn that's a good-looking sandwich.

>You see Flash practically attacking his sandwich, while Norman looks up at you every few seconds while eating his own.
>You finally take a bite from your own sandwich, and it's...

>It's pretty good.
>Nothing really amazing, but it's a good sandwich.
>Doesn't really live up to Norman's hype.

>Suddenly, you can feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.
>At first you thought it was a text message, but it continued to vibrate.
>You reach down, pucking up the phone and seeing the contact name as-

"SHIT."
>Flash and Norman both look up at the sudden outburst. "Bruh, what's wrong?" asked Norman first.
"I have to take this, I'll be right back."
>"Flash nods, getting out of his seat so you could slide past, before racing to the front of the restaurant and going outside.
>It was then that you answer the phone.

---

>Be pic related.
>Be tired of waiting.
>You've decided that you're going to call him first and give him a piece of your mind.

>The phone rings... and rings...
>Is he even going to answer?
>He's probably too absorbed with his stupid computer to even notice.

>Surprisingly, you can hear an answer.
>Rainbow Dash, I was JUST about to call you."
"Bullshit! You get off work at nine and it's almost ten-thirty! You could've called at ANY time, Anon."
>"Look, shit came up and I forgot. And I'm sorry, alright?"
>Shit came up? That's the best he's got?

"Anon, why have you been avoiding me all week? You've never been like this before."
>There was silence on the other end, and for a moment, you thought about hanging up right then and there.
>"I can't really say, Dash. But it's over now, so we can go back-"
"Can't say? What does that even mean?"

>>26696060
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>>26724154
>"It's private, Dash."

>...Ouch.

>"You still there, Dash?"
"Why can't you tell me? We never keep secrets from each other, Anon."

>More silence.
>You can feel your chest constricting with each passing second.
>"...I just can't."

>You take a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it.
>The pain refused to subside.
"Fine, whatever. We're still good for Saturday, right?"
>"Definitely! Got work off, so everything is golden."
"Good."

>More silence, but not as much as before.
>"So... how've you been?"
>Pic related.

"I've been good, Anon. The Wonderbolts lost that last match, though, so that sucks."
>"Shit, sorry to hear that. Say, uh, I heard somewhere that Soarin' had some kind of handicap going on. You know anything about that?"
>Wait what?
"I have no clue what you're talking about, Anon."
>"Really? Huh, weird."
"Yeah, this is probably his best season yet. So what're you up to?"
>"Oh, just chillin' out, wastin' time... stuff like that."

>The pain in your chest was beginning to fade away, and you smiled.
>This was nice. This was the Anon you liked hanging out with.
"Still glued to that laptop?"
>"Nah, it's not even on. Like I said, I'm done with the thing, so everything'll-"
>"Everything cool, bruh?"

Huh? New voice on the other end.
"Who's that, Anon?"
>You felt a thud against the phone, and could barely make out words from Anon.
>You assumed he put his hand over the speaker... which made the pain in your chest suddenly flare back up.
>"...right back... food... almost... bruh- ...fine."
>You heard him remove his hand. "Sorry about that. It was my, uh, friend, Flash."

>Hold the fuck up.
"Flash? As in Flash SENTRY? I thought you couldn't stand that dudebro?"
>"He's actually a really cool guy when you get to know him!"
"You invited him to your house?"

>More silence.
>Your chest aches.

>>26724783
Going to work again. Will continue afterwords.

>>26724806
we await your return writefriend

>>26724783
this guy has a hand for making me feel sorry for rainbow dash

Page 9 bumparino

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>>26724783
looks like rainbows in desperate need of some cuddles. Also flash once again, waifu stealing

>>26726865
>Also flash once again, waifu stealing
Technically don't you mean husbando stealing?

>>26726906
>smallmexicangirl.gif

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>>26724783
>"Actually, we all went out to eat at the 818 Club. You ever been there?"
"I've heard of it. What do you mean 'all'? Who ELSE are you with?"
>"Flash's friend, Norman. They're really cool dudes, I think you'd like them!"

>A thought comes to mind.
"They... aren't the reason you've been blowing me off, right?"
>Oh God, the thought of Anon abandoning you for newer, more popular friends is making you feel sick to your stomach.
>"NO! God no, that's not the case at all! I literally just got to know these guys today. I PROMISE!"
>You actually had to hold the phone away from your ear as Anon suddenly shifted gears.
"Alright, jeez! I believe you, alright?"
>Why did he get so defensive all of a sudden?

>Nope, stop it Rainbow Dash.
>You've been friends for literally forever.
>He wouldn't lie to you like that, not in a million years!

>"Sorry," he apologized. "I just don't want you to think that I wanna stop being your friend, for whatever reason. I care about you too much to throw that away, y'know?"

>...P-Pic related.

>In an instant, the heartache disappeared, replaced by a warmth that brought a smile to your lips.
>That is all you wanted to hear him say, that you wouldn't stop being friends.
>That he still cared.
>And now that it's been said, you feel completely at ease.

"Geez, Anon, don't you go sappy on me."
>"Well, y'know, it's true, so... take that."
>You fought the urge to giggle.
"Look, it's fine. Have fun with Flash and Norman, alright? I'll talk to you tomorrow at school."
>"Sounds good! Talk to you later!"

>And with that, you heard Anon hang the phone up, and you set the phone back on your nightstand.
>You fall back onto the bed, looking up at a ceiling illuminated by the dancing lights of a muted television.
>Words could not describe how good you feel right now.
>Everything felt like it was back in its place, the way it should be.

>And with that, you nod off into slumber.

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>>26727296
>Be Anon.
>Be... a little embarrassed.

>That was pretty goddamn sappy. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that she'd use it to tease you into oblivion.
>But honestly, you didn't mind it too much.
>It's a good thing no one was around to hear that.
>You put the phone back in your pocket, feeling good, and turn around to go back into-
>"Just a friend, right?" Flash was standing in the doorway, cross-armed and smug-looking.
>Pic related.

>You just kinda stood there, frozen like a deer caught in headlights.
"Tha-that's what I said, dude."
>He shrugged. "Really, it's none of my business either way, man. Friends, more than friends; you do you, brah."
"Thanks for the, uh, sentiment, Flash."
>He steps aside, and you both go back into the restaurant.
>The place wasn't as packed anymore, since you've gotten there.
>When you walk back in, the attendant at the front counter waved her hands out.
>"Sorry, we're not accepting any more customers tonight."

>"We just went out for a smoke," Flash told her, pointing to the booth where Norman... and Moondancer... were sitting.
>Oh yeah, she did say she got off at ten, didn't she?
>Wait, what time does this place close?

>The attendant looks back at the table, and Moondancer takes notice, giving her a thumbs up of approval.
>Looking back to you two, she smiled. "Sorry about that. Please enjoy the rest of your meal, but do know that you cannot stay past eleven."
"Thanks for the heads-up."
>As you're heading back, you look over at Flash.
"Is that why you came out?"
>Flash grinned. "Gotta let a player play, Anon."

>The two of you make it back to the booth, where Moondancer is sitting where you used to, directly across from Norman.
>You saw that the remnants of your food had been moved to the vacant spot next to him, and so that's where you sat back down.
>"So what did we miss?" Flash inquired.
>"Oh, just school stuff," she replied. "Ooh, let me write my number before I forget!"

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>>26727874
>As she's scribbling on a napkin, you look back over to Flash, a thought on your mind.
"Out for a smoke?"

>Flash shrugged. "First thing that came to mind. I could've said you needed a moment to get all lovey-dovey with-"
"Point taken, Flash. Point taken."
>You go to take a bite of your sandwich when Norman said, eyebrow raised. "Wait, so he IS going out with Rainbow Dash?"
>Moondancer jerked her head upright. "Wait, Anon's dating Rainbow Dash?"

>Pic related.

>Before you you even reply, Flash beat you to it. "I'm just teasing Anon, guys. Calm down. They're just friends."
>Moondancer didn't look convinced. "That WOULD explain all the time you two spend together."
>What, has Moondancer been spying on you?
>As though she could read your thoughts, she added, "Practically everyone's noticed, Anon. You two are inseparable at school."
>"Yeah, but they're just friends," Norman defended. "She's not into romance and stuff like that."
"It's true, we're just friends."

>After a second of looking you over scrutinizingly, she looks back down to finish the phone number. "You two would be a cute couple, though."
>Oh for the love of God, can it not be dropped already?
>You can feel your head begin to throb with the onset of a new headache.

>"What are you guys gonna do next?" Moondancer asked, passing the napkin to an eager Norman.
>Flash shrugged. "Could just keep cruisin', I guess."
"Actually, do you mind dropping me off at home? I'm feeling beat."

>Flash and Norman both looked disappointed. "You alright, bruh?" came Norman first. "Somethin' happen on the phone?"
"Nah, man."
>You wave your hand dismissively at him.
"Just, work had me exhausted to begin with and I just need to go to sleep, y'know?"
>Flash shrugged. "It's cool, Anon. We should totally hang out again though."
"Oh, fuckin' definitely!"

>"I can take care of the bill if you guys are ready," Moondancer said, nudging Flash so she could get out of the booth.

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>>26728153
>You look down at your nibble of a sandwich remaining, before downing it whole. You drink some water to rinse it down.
"I'm good. What about you guys?"
>Norman and Flash both nod, and Flash pulls out his wallet.
>He then pulls out the same card that he bought the slurpee with, and handed it to Moondancer. "Here, all on this."

"You don't have to cover me, Flash, I got my own plate."
>Flash shrugged you off, keeping the card extended. "Don't worry about it, bruh. My treat tonight."

>Had you not felt the sudden wave of exhaustion that came about with your new headache, you might've insisted that you pay for yourself.
>But right now you couldn't be assed about it, so you nodded in approval.
"Thanks, Flash."

>Moondancer takes the card, and Flash says, "Put a fifteen dollar tip, alright?"
>Moondancer gave him a look of bewilderment, before beaming cheerfully. "Thanks!" And with that, she took the card back to the register.

"Damn, that's a big tip."
>"For you," said a cackling Norman.

>Pic related.

>Flash, however, simply shrugged. "I like tipping big. These guys don't make a whole lot by themselves, so tips are important. I actually used to be a waiter at the country club, so I know how it is."

>Damn.
>Every minute you spend with Flash, he becomes cooler and cooler.
>No wonder he's so popular at the high school.
>And here you thought he was a pompous dudebro.

>Moondancer soon comes out with Flash's card, handing it do him. "There you go! You all have a good night, alright?"
>Then, to Norman, "I'll text you when I get home, kay?"

>Ah, there's that dopey grin of his again. "Lookin' forward to it!"
>And with that, you all begin the process of getting out of the booth and walking out the restaurant doors.
>The air is a bit chillier than when you last went out there, causing you to shudder a bit.
>"Alright, next stop; Anon's house!"

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>>26728312
>Once everyone was in the car, he put in a CD, and turned the dial down to half volume.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEOximWoFd0
>"This is my favorite track on this CD," Flash explained as you pulled onto the road.
"I'm not complaining, this shit's awesome."

>You notice that Norman was already on his phone.
"Already? She hasn't even left yet."
>"Yeah, but she gave me her number, so I'm just textin' so she has mine."
>Oh that makes sense.
>You lean back in your seat and straighten your legs as best you can, when your foot hits something hard that clinks under Flash's seat.
>"I really gotta clean out this car," Flash said idly.
>You look down to see what your foot hit, and find an empty bottle of... rum?

>"What is it?" Flash asked, looking back at you.
>You held up the empty bottle, and Flash glared at Norman. "DUDE! I told you to take care of that!"
>"Fuck, sorry bro," he said apologetically, taking the bottle from you. "I'll take care of it when we get to your place, alright?"
>"You're not putting that in my garbage can, bruh. If my parents even think I'm still drinking, I'll be grounded until graduation."
>He shook his head in irritation. "I'm gonna drive by a dumpster and you're gonna ditch it there." Then, to you, "Any other bottles back there Anon?"

>You look back down around the seat, but find nothing. Relaying this to Flash, he sighs. "Good."
>He sees you're still looking at him, and he waves his hand dismissively. "Relax, Anon, neither of us drink and drive. But a drink with friends ain't a bad thing, right?"

>You shrug.
"I guess not, no."
>Flash grinned. "And I'm not saying you have to, but if you ever wanna join us, all you gotta do is ask, bruh."

>Flash pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store, and Norman got out and ran to the dumpster.
>Pitching the bottle, he made his way back to the car.

>Not noticing the cop that was walking out of the store at that exact moment.

>Pic related.

>>26728829
That's all for tonight, amigos. More coming tomorrow as always, just keep it alive.

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>It actually is. Now leave me to my work. I, Dio Brando, will soon have a reunion with the Joestars...

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>>26728829
>arrested for drinking
murica

>>26730740
fuck yea!?

>>26730740
"Underage" drinking senpai, there's a difference.
Amerclaps have this retarded notion that the age required to drink is 21 fucking hell mang. So there's a lot of that.

>>26696060
>"Seriously, you're on the computer again?"
>"You know sunshine isn't fatal to you, right?"
Yes, it is.
>"Not again..."
For the LAST DAMN TIME. I. AM. THE. VAMPIRE. I'm immortal more or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these things might destroy me!

>>26730740
>>26731530
There's also open container laws, meaning you can be arrested just for having an open container of alcohol in the vehicle.

>>26732063
kinda surprising actually considering of loose the american gun policy is

>>26732068
I'm not 100% certain, but I think more people die through incidents resulting in driving drunk than deaths caused by firearms in the US.

>>26732085
maybe but americans let thre 5 years old kids play with guns which sometimes ends with a corpse as result (because the kid for example shoots the younger sibling, i know about an incident where the sibling was not even a year old)

>>26732104
>maybe but americans let thre 5 years old kids play with guns which sometimes ends with a corpse as result
That's an attribute of stupidity, not nationality. I will cede though that ease of access enables stupidity moreso than if more effort was put into making firearms less accessible to stupid people. But stupid parents are everywhere on Earth. In one instance it's a lack of firearm safety, in another it's a lack of alcohol safety, and in another instance it can be something else entirely. Not really fair to make generalizations.

>>26732124
well hate to break it to you but its kinda a problem only known to america while switzerland has the highest amount of owners of firearms in relation to the total population (50/50) yet they dont have such problems

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>>26732063
I thought about that too, but come on, inside your vehicle as well? Sure it's out in public, but inside your car it's like arresting you for having a can of beer peeking out from inside one of the windows on your house, that's some Judge Dredd shit right there.
>>26732068
Nothing surprising here; American laws and restrictions are all over the place. Gun policy isn't really what's important since people being allowed to carry guns more often than not does more good than bad, but what I find amazing is the fact that you can drive at 16, that 18 is some magic number that makes it okay to have sex but even a few months younger and you're a monster or sick freak and you can only drink alcohol at 21 which seems quite random when you've already given teens the go ahead to get behind the wheel of a potential death trap and fuck to their heart's content exposing themselves to the dangers of STDs and risking pregnancy, but somehow seems it's irresponsible to let them drink at 18 too or something.
>>26732104
>>26732124
Guns don't kill people, stupidity kills people. This day and age parents seem to not actually want to parent, they just have complete strangers do it, or just have the tv do it, which makes kids quite stupid early on. It's completely the retarded parent's fault for allowing their kid access to the gun in the first place. Like everything that's harmful to kids, you keep it away from them; some dumb kids will drink bleach and put actual poison in their mouths but you don't see bleach and pesticides getting pulled off the shelves and made hard to access, they just beat you over the head with "Keep this shit out of the reach of children, you twat."
It's completely your fault if your kid accidentally shoots someone, you can't completely remove the bit of power from the populous they have because of some genetic retard, it's not like criminals have a hard time getting guns and tormenting honest good people even with all that gun control and whatnot.

>>26732193
consider the following: harder to achieve guns = criminals will not as often have them or will have to buy them on the blackmarket which would be extremly expensive or even not affordable for them meaning a lot less criminals with guns. also america is the only nation i know that teaches there cops to only shoot to kill

>>26732193
>Sure it's out in public, but inside your car it's like arresting you for having a can of beer peeking out from inside one of the windows on your house,
The difference is an open container in a running vehicle implies that someone is drinking it, possibly while driving. It kinda falls in line with the fact that you can't have the key in the ignition of a vehicle you're in if you're drunk. A friend of mine was driving home drunk, but decided they were too much of a risk and pulled off the road, choosing to sleep it off.

A police officer found him, and arrested him for being intoxicated in his vehicle because he left the key in the ignition. His reasoning was he didn't know how long ago he had stopped driving.

They're blanket laws that are supposed to ensure absolute safety of both the operator and those around them in theory, but in some cases it really is a nuisance.

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>>26732214
>harder to achieve guns = criminals will not as often have them or will have to buy them on the blackmarket which would be extremly expensive or even not affordable for them meaning a lot less criminals with guns.
One criminal is already one too many, regardless your logic is flawed; you actually think criminals get guns the same way honest law abiding citizens do? Criminals have an entire industry of their own, smuggling, buying and selling guns to anyone with the money and the contacts, that means every street gang worth their salt can easily get guns to their "soldiers" regardless of status, age or mentality, in some cases a right of passage evolves giving the kid a gun and have him kill someone.
A law abiding citizen has to be of age, needs to apply for a permit which has other requirements tacked on, which involves some form of payment and gun instruction followed by other bureaucratically shit so they can go to a store and actually be allowed to buy something after being approved, in which case they then have to wait upwards to a week to actually get their gun, this process takes time and not everyone is illegible and others to not even bother, lets not forget about "Gun Shows" which allows people, regardless of having a permit or not to buy cheap guns and ammo and walk out of there with them. Those places are literally the safest. The irony of it, that you're surrounded by fully functioning weapons and people carrying left and right being safer than a trip to the shop shouldn't be lost on people for gun control. Unfortunately criminals have been known to abuse gun shows by paying various people to buy them guns, as a single person has a set limit before being cut off, and then selling them in bulk a few states over for profit.

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>>26696060

I. Rejected. MY HUMANITY.
Making me a vampire.
Which equates into sunlight being BAD.

Seriously, how many times have I got to hammer this into you? What do I have to do, put my severed head onto your great grandfather's body, and start a feud between us that'll last for generations to come, even after I've somehow died, possibly from you punching me so hard I explode?

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>>26728829
>Fuck.
>Fuck fuck fUCK.
>He can't actually do anything, right?
>He didn't see the bottle.
>And even if he did, you can't be busted for having an open container, right?
>Flash eyed you in the back seat, not turning around. "Anon, relax bro. Worst-case scenario, we do a couple sobriety tests and drive away."

>You wanted to believe him.
>Consciously, you knew he made perfect sense.
>But internally, you couldn't help but fabricate even worse scenarios playing out inside your head.
>What if he decides to arrest you anyway? Not all cops are saints.
>How would you explain this to your dad?

>How would you explain it to Rainbow Dash?

>Norman makes it to the side of the car when the officer takes notice, approaching the three of you.
>Norman doesn't seem to notice, opening the passenger door. "It's taken care of, bro."

>"Hold up!" called the officer, holding a hand out to get your attention. It wasn't aggressive, but it was a commanding tone that made you uneasy.
>Norman's head jerked up to see the officer, before nervously waving back. "Hey, police bro, what's up?"
>Are you fucking kidding me Norman what the actual fuck is wrong with you?

>It was then that the next track on the CD played.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-S9mtYowPY

He approaches Flash's side of the vehicle, gesturing for him to roll down the window.
>Flash obliged, and the cop looked between him and back at you. "Ain't it a lil' late for you guys to be out? Pretty sure you got school tomorrow."
>Flash seemed to be the most composed of the group, responding with a smile. "I'm dropping the guys off now, officer. We just got back from a late dinner at the 818 Club, you know the place?"

>"Ooh, they got nice reubens," the officer commented.
>Suddenly, over the speakers:
>FUCK the law, they can eat my dick that's word of pimp!
>The cop furrowed his brow. "Say, uh, what's that you're listening to?"

>Pic related.

>>26733679
At work now niggas. More coming afterwards.

>>26734132
We await your return writefriend

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>>26734132
So i've never heard of Run the Jewels before but I gotta say, I don't mind their style all that much and hearing it in your green actually growing a little on me.

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bumperino

boop

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Sorry for the delay. I was caught up in an ongoing green about an Anon that is the shittiest chef in Equestria.

>>26733679
>Flash's smile faltered as he fiddled with the volume knob, muting the music.
>The cop's expression didn't change, however, and he remained his passive scrutinization.
>"What was 'taken care of,' boy?" The question was directed at Norman, who gave a nervous smile in return.

>"I was just clearin' trash out of the car, that's all."
>He raised an eyebrow. "Trash like what?"
>He looked to Flash for help, but the officer spoke again. "Don't look at him, boy. Look at me. What trash?"

>Meanwhile you were pic related in the backseat, playing an infinite number of scenarios through your head, each one worse than the last.
>You were petrified beyond belief, and apparenly Norman was on his way there as well.

>"Just trash, man, you know," Norman stammered. "Like wrappers and stuff."
>"So if I were to go look in that dumpster right now, I'd find exactly that?"
>You and Flash both look over to Norman, who nodded.

>The cop shrugged. "Alright, then I'm gonna go check."
>Then to Norman specifically, "Come with me."

>Norman went pale. "Bruh, why do-"
>"You're gonna show me what you threw away."
>"...Uh, yeah, totally... bruh." Norman stepped back out of the vehicle and he led Norman to the dumpster.

>Flash turns around and looks at you.
>You're surprised to see that he's even more scared than you are.
>"Dude, I know that officer."
"What? Why?"
>"He... gave me my first DUI." Your eyes widen a bit, and he stares hard at you. "You can't fuckin' tell anyone about that, got it?"
>You hold your hands up defensively.
"Flash, fuck, we've established this!"
>He falters, before sighing. "Sorry. I just, I guess the stress is getting to me."
>Continuing, "I don't think he recognized me, but if he runs my name, he probably will. He knows my parents, man, and if they find out... I hope Norm's a good bullshitter."

>You're fucked.

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>>26737884
Well they're fucked

>>26737884
moar!

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>>26737884
>Time moves on painfully slow as you watch Norman and the unnamed policeman talk in front of a dumpster.
>Flash has both hands on the steering wheel, tapping anxiously.
>You're just sitting in the back.
>You decide to pull out your phone, but don't know what to do with it.
>It's almost eleven now, and your parents would be worried about why you came home so late.
>They'll be even more worried if you don't come home tonight.

>"Wanna listen to music?" Flash then offered, keeping his eyes forward.
"Sure."
>Instead of playing the CD, however, he throws the end of a black auxillary cord your way, and you catch it.
>"Go ahead and play whatever, man. I need something to take my mind off this shit."
>You shrug, before plugging in your phone. The speakers make an audible zapping noise when you do so, and you move onto your music library.
>You decide to put on something a little different.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbsBEb1ZxWA

>At first, Flash gives you a weird look, but you hold up a finger as if to say "wait for it."
>When it starts kicking up, however, you catch him tapping his hand on the wheel with the rhythm.
>"What is this? It sounds like old swing music, but like, remixed."
"Electroswing, I think. Makes you wanna dance to it."

>"Yeah, it does." Flash cracked a grin. "How the hell do you find shit like this? This is the first I've heard of it."
>You shrug. "I dunno, man, I don't remember how I found it. That's Caravan Palace, by the way."
>"Caravan Palace? Weird-ass name for weird-ass music, I guess."

>You continued to listen to the music in silence, watching Norman and the cop have their exchange.
>Norman has his back to you, and you only have a view of the cop's face.
>They've since stopped looking in the dumpster, and are talking about... something.
>Flash's window is still down, but you can't hear what they're saying.
>You only know that Norman is getting expressive with the hand gestures.
>Not a good sign.

>>26738395
so this isnt a dash fic at all right? Its just homoing it up with flash and his butt buddy? because seriously this shit has just dragged on and on. We have to be getting somewhere near the meat of this fic soon aren't we?

>>26738722
I started this thing as a one-off and have been just improvising from the get-go until very, very recently.

Now that I have an idea, I'm just trying to flesh things out and set up the main plot of the story. Everything I am doing now is revolving around that main plot, rest assured. I can promise that shit will get a LOT more interesting once the night is over.

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>>26738395
>Eventually, you see the cop lead him back to the vehicle.
>His head is hanging low.
>That is not a good sign.
>Norman gets back into the passenger seat, and the cop comes back to Flash's window. "Alright, get outta here."
>Flash's eyes went wide. "Really?"
>"Don't drink and drive," the cop said grimly. "You're not just puttin' yourself at risk, but you're putting everyone else at risk too."
>Flash nodded. "Absolutely."
>"Alright. Now get goin'."
>The cop steps back from the window, and Flash starts the car once more, driving away and blaring your music.
>You could swear you saw pic related in the rear-view mirror.

>The rest of the drive home is silent, save for the music that's playing.
>Norman and Flash are nodding their heads to it, but saying nothing.
>You assume they're too drained to hold a conversation, and quite frankly, so are you.
>You end up giving him directions to your house, and he parks his car in the driveway.
>Your parents' cars are both already there, and you groan.
"Thanks for the lift, guys. Talk to you at school tomorrow?"

>"Yeah, sure thing Anon," said Norman. You could see he was texting someone, probably Moondancer. Probably about what just happened.
>Flash lets you out of the driver's door, and you unplug your phone before climbing out.
"I had a lot of fun tonight. We gotta do this again sometime."

>Flash put on a cheeky grin. "Dude, you fuckin' know it."
>He extended a fist, and you bumped it and a grin of your own, before walking back to the front door.
>They drove off, and you entered the unlocked home to meet both your parents sitting on the couch, watching television.
>"Oh hey Anon," said your mother. "Who was that boy that brought you home?"
"His name's Flash. We hung out after I got off of work."
>"We've never met him before, I don't think. New friend?"
"Yeah."
>"He your boyfriend?" said your father, unenthused.
"No, dad, I'm not gay."
>"Coulda fooled me," he said with a cheeky grin.

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>>26738879
>You rolled your eyes.
"Keep talking, I'll find a nice retirement home for you that I'll never visit."
>"Wouldn't wanna see your fruity ass there anyway."
"That retirement home just became a retirement cardboard box."
>"Growing up, we were glad to have a cardboard box! We were raised tougher than you pansy-ass kids."
"Good, then you'll have no problems with the box. Glad that's settled."

>You two stare at each other for a few seconds, him doing pic related, before your dad cracked first and chuckled heartily. "Lil' bastard."
>You reciprocated with a smirk, walking past him and patting him on the back before heading to your room.
>You and your dad always had that kind of banter going on. It was nice, most of the time.
>Especially when you finally developed a sharp enough wit to retort.
>Then it became especially interesting.
>You could actually win every now and again.

>You make it to your room before collapsing face-first into the mattress.
>You don't even bother to take off your clothes or get under the covers, you're too drained emotionally and physically.
>Instead, you roll onto your side and just try to pass out right then and there, but your thoughts won't disappear.

>You think about the day as a whole.
>You went to school hounding that auction.
>You were thwarted by the girl you were buying the jacket for and lost your chance.
>To Flash, of all people.
>You met Flash -really met him- for the first time, and hung out with him for the night.
>You had food you've never had before.
>You've broadened your musical horizons.
>You've been scared shitless by law enforcement.
>And you made up with Rainbow Dash.
>All in one day.

>Fucking hell, today was the most eventful day you've had all year.
>And now you can't stop wondering what would happen tomorrow.

>Why did you get the feeling that tomorrow was gonna really, really suck?

>>26738879
>"No, dad, I'm not gay."
>>"Coulda fooled me," he said with a cheeky grin

My sides

>>26739033
Day one is done! That's it for tonight. There's a chance I might not be able to post anything tomorrow, but we'll see what happens.

Tell me what your thoughts are so far! Expectations, things you like, things you hate, et cetera and et cetera.

>>26739052
It seems okay so far; really slow for my tastes but if you say you have better things coming, I can't wait.

Also, page 9 bump.

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>>26739924
Page 9 Bump, Part 2: The Bumpening

>>26738395
>Caravan Palace
Mah nigga

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>>26739052
>Expectations,
I expect more green

>>26739052
I must agree with what a previous Anon said, for a story that started with Anon trying to get a possibly romatic gift to Renbo, there's been quite the surplus of sing-alongs with Flashbrah and quite the deficit of Rambo Desh. Though I assumehope you are building up for something big.

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artistic bump >>26739052

>>26739052
It went places I didn't expect, but I don't mind that at all. I'm curious what you have planned. Please don't just be Flash stealing Dash from you with the sweater like it seemed like in the beginning...

>>26741679
you beautiful fucker

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>>26741679

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>>26741679
10 outta 10.

>>26741679
hel-loooo anon....

>>26741679
Dat curl...

>>26732193
>18 is some magic number that says you can have sex
The vast majority of the states say 16 is okay

>>26739052
Hey Writefag, have you ever written other green or is this your first?

writefag when

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>>26741679
I saw that this morning on my way to work. Drawfag, I am honored that you like the story enough to draw something for it.

That seriously put me in a good mood for the entire day. Even now, I can't look at it and not crack a cheeky grin. Thank you.

>>26745931
I've done two others, one from the My Little Progress general and the other from the Star Wars general. Both were left unfinished for being mediocre.

Can't promise green tonight, since I have last-minute collegework that needs doing. But if I finish soon enough, I'll put out a few updates.

>>26747714
Bump

bump before bed

>>26747714
hey dude, do you have a pastebin for this story?

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Is that what it's like to have friends?

Also writefag is breddy gud

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>>26722013
Oh god i missed those
Can you link me bruh?

>>26752782
Bmp again...

p10

I have a short shift right now, more green between 4 and 5 EST.

>>26739052
Im wondering why the rainbow dash green in a rainbow dash thread turned into a boring dudebro story with almost no rainbow dash

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>>26754498
>A story has to be focused on every important character all the time

>>26754976
A story also has to be entertaining

>>26754997
maybe you just have a wrong opinion

>>26754997
your point?

>>26754498
So many greens go off track to build secondaries that I'm not even surprised.
I'm just glad this one isn't making flash an antagonistic toolbox because reasons. That blatant kowtowing gets old fast.

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>>26754498
Because you touch yourself at night.
>>26739033
>You're woken by the sound of your much-loathed alarm clock, blaring from your dresser.
>You get your morning routine out of the way. Shower, shit, shave.
>You check the clock; 6:40.
>Still had time for breakfast, good.

>You head out to the kitchen, where you see both your parents are already awake.
>Your mother's sipping from a cup of coffee while your dad is eating a granola bar at the table.
>"Mornin," they said simultaneously. You grunt something in return as you fix yourself a bowl of cereal.

>"You never did tell us what you did with your new friend," your mother commented as you sat yourself across from your father.
>You shrug.
"You never asked."
>"We didn't wanna wake you," she replied. "You were passed out when we came to your room."
"We just went out for a bite to eat."
>"You missed the salmon your mother cooked," your father grumbled.
"Is there any left?"
>"There's plenty," your mother told you. "Where did you go to eat?"
"The 818 Club."

>Your dad looked up at you. "They have damn-good sandwiches."
>Why is everyone saying that? It was decent, that's it.

>Eventually, you finish your meal and head out through the front door at around 7:00.
>You begin walking to the high school, a mere 20-minute walk.
>You pull out your headphones, untangling them and plugging them into your phone.
>Searching your music library, you put on something slow and relaxing, in contrast to yesterday's camaro concert.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mKDvp7MavQ
>You sigh, and pic related along to the song as you make your way to school.

>It's not long at all before you make it to the high school.
>Standing outside, like every other day, is Rainbow Dash, sitting on the steps and listening to music of her own.
>She notices your approach, and you wave to her. She waves back cheerily, standing up from the steps.

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>>26755066
>When you get close enough, you undo one earbud to hear what she's saying.
"Good morning, Dash."
>"Mornin', Anon," she replied, before playfully punching your shoulder. "So how was your date with Flash?"
"Oh it went great! Drove me home after dinner, and when we fucked, it was like MAGIC."
>She cracks up giggling, and you chuckle yourself. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Anon," she said. "You deserve a man that'll treat you like the princess you are."

>Another song plays over your one earbud as you enter the school.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnFhwIlC1e4

"But we really did go home after eating. Or at least I did, anyway. Was a little exhausted after-"
>You stop, Rainbow eyes you curiously. "After what, Anon?"
>You sigh in frustration.
"Can't tell anyone this, alright?"

>Her eyes widened. "Wait, did you ACTUALLY-"
"NO. No, no, not that. Something different."
>"Oh thank God!" she exhaled, clasping a hand on your shoulder. "For a moment I thought-"
"Yeah I know. No, what actually happened..."
>You spare a look around you, and no one around you is close enough to hear, so you whisper to her.
"We almost got arrested last night."

>Dash starts looking like pic related, and she punches you harder.
"OW! Fuck, what was that for?"
>"SERIOUSLY?!"
>Other students are beginning to look your way, and you glare at her.
>Thankfully, she takes the hint, and lowered her voice, not losing its scathing edge.
>"Doing WHAT?"
>You wave a hand dismissively.
"It was just an empty rum bottle in the backseat-"
>"You were DRINKING with them?"
"NO, Dash. It was just there, alright?"
>She rolled her eyes. "Right, sure it was."

"Really! It was from some other time. We pulled up someplace to drop it in a dumpster and a cop caught us with it."
>"You know you can get busted for having an opened container in a car, right? That's a law, Anon."
"No shit? That's why I said ALMOST arrested, Dash."

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>>26755293
>She buries her face in her hands, groaning angrily. "Anon, sometimes I just wanna crack open that skull of yours and see if there's anything still there."
"It's not even my fault!"
>Well, it was kinda your fault for bringing it up.
>No one could've predicted what would happen, though.
"And besides, the cop let us off with a warning, so it's all good!"
>She puts her hands back by her sides, and she gives you a distressed, pleading look.
>"Promise me you won't do something stupid with them, alright?"

>You both stop next to her locker, and you look her in the eyes.
"I promise not to do anything stupid. That good?"
>She sighs, nodding. "I just don't want you getting into trouble, y'know? Especially with Flash."

>You raise an eyebrow. "What's so bad about Flash?"
>"Anon, he's only seventeen and he already has a DUI. Not to mention I'm pretty sure he does some shady things. Illegal things, Anon."
>You roll your eyes, and she dons an indignant look. "I'm serious! He's always buying new things and paying for his friends, but he doesn't have a job. I don't think he's EVER had a job, Anon, so where does he get his money?"

"He told me he used to work at the Country Club."
>"Does he have any proof of that?"
"Dash, I'm not gonna pester him to prove anything! I don't get why you're acting so goddamn paranoid all of a sudden!"
>She slammed her locker shut. "Well fuck me for caring then!" she shouted, before storming off.

>Pic related.

>...What the fuck just happened?
>You take a deep breath, trying to vent your newfound frustration, but to no avail.
>You end up storming off to your locker angry, and everyone notices it.
>Including Norman, who was standing right in front of it.

>"Bruh, what's wrong?" he inquired, occasionally checking his phone.
>You're about to respond when you notice the bags under his eyes.
"Did you get ANY sleep last night?"
>He shrugged. "I think so. Like, an hour."
>He checks his phone again.
>...Oh.

>>26755562
Be back in a little bit with more green, just have to take care of something.

>>26756135

Bump

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>>26755562
"Were you up all night texting Moondancer?"
>He smiles sheepishly. "Not the WHOLE night, dude. She had to go to sleep eventually, y'know?"
>You open up your locker, grabbing the book you'll need for your next couple classes.
>"Why so mad, bro? You look like someone pissed in your cereal this morning."

"It's... nothing, don't worry about it."
>"Aw c'mon, bro! We're friends, you can tell me!"
>You hesitate for a second.
"Just, an issue with Rainbow Dash is all."
>"Ooh, bummer. What'd she do?"
"It's a private thing. But it'll be resolved soon, I think."
>"Cool, cool."

>A thought occurs to you.
"Completely unrelated note, but when did Flash work at the Country Club?"
>He gave you a confused look. "I dunno, I think a couple years ago. Why?"
>You're quick to think of a lie.
"My dad said he recognized the name from when he used to be a member."
>"Oh, cool. Hey, you have anatomy with Mr. Ebert, right? Can I copy the homework from you? I left my stuff at home."

>You nod, flipping your backpack around and rummaging through it for the homework.
"When do you have him?"
>"Last period. I think we have the same lunch, I could get it back to you then."
"That works, I have him right after."
>You pull out your homework -a single sheet of line paper- and hand it to him.
"You know not to copy word for word, right?"
>"Totally. This isn't my first time copying homework, bruh."

>You close your locker and begin walking to your first class; Calculus. Norman followed close behind, looking at his phone.
"What'd you and Flash do when I was gone?"

>He stretched his arms out. "We partied until like two, then he dropped me off."
"Where'd you party at?"
>"Our friend Thunderbass had a thing goin' on at his place. He actually ended up crashing there for the night."
>You soon found your first period class, and stopped to go inside.
"See you at lunch, bro!"
>"Adios!"

>>26696060
I can control clouds *_*

(or someone cool is doing it for me ^^)

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>>26755066
>Shower, shit, shave.
I seriously hope it isn't in that order.
Who the hell showers in the morning first and then takes a shit? Might as well go back to bed and restart.

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>>26738395
When the writefag has excellent taste in music

>>26757156
Its the perfect sequence though, first you clean yourself in the shower, then you take a shit. Proceed to use shit as shaving cream. Boom a perfect day.

>>26756972
I saw that

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>>26757001
>Calculus was boring.
>Sur-fuckin'-prise.
>You can handle numbers in math. You can handle letters in math. But when the letters form words and the words form sentences, that's where you draw the line.

>Next class was woodshop.
>You had fun in this class, though.
>One, woodworking is actually interesting to you.
>And two, it was hilarious watching the teacher get annoyed.
>"No no NO, why the hell are ya feedin' it BACK?! That's gonna cause kickback, dumbass."
>"I almost wish it DID kick ya back! Woulda smashed yer testes so hard ya wouldn't be able to pass yer stupid gene to the next generation!"
>"You better be good at playin' the piano, 'cuz if you don't put on yer goddamn safety glasses, a wood chip's gonna fly up n' make you blind like Stevie fuckin' Wonder!"
>Truely, it was your favorite class.

>Moving on to third period: World History.
>You were learning about the Berlin Wall and the Cold War.
>Things you learned about last year.
>That's all history classes feel like, the same things touched on over and over again.
>Not that you paid much attention though.
>Especially since Rainbow Dash sat next to you in that class.

>Of course she's still upset though.
>For the first time in this class, she's got her eyes forward and paying attention to the slideshow instead of you.
>You decide to bite the bullet and try to fix things.
"Look, I'm sorry about this morning."
>No response.
"I do value your input, really. And I appreciate the concern."

>Finally, she looks over at you.
"That wasn't cool, Anon. I was just trying to keep you out of trouble."
"I know, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you."

>"...Are you two enjoying your conversation?"
>You look back up at the teacher, a mildly irritated Mr. Cranky.
>Heh. Names.
"No sir."
>"What were you talking about then?"
"The Berlin Wall."
>It took a second, but the entire class erupted into giggles, Rainbow included.
>Pic related.

>>26755066
>Shower, shit, shave.
Is that you?

>>26705570
>>26755066
>inb4 The Dazzlings run the 818 and they magic the sandwiches, but Anon is immune.

You know, like Anon always is in green.

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>>26757444
>Even the teacher himself managed to crack a tiny smile.
>"I know it's not the most exciting material, but try to pay attention, would you? This stuff will be on the exam."
>The rest of the class was spent in silence, but every time you went to look at Dash, she'd look away, trying not to crack up.

>Class was eventually over, and you had one more class to go before lunch; Study Hall.
>...Okay, not really a class.
>You went inside and ended up sitting in the desk right between Applejack and Twilight Sparkle.
>"Howdy, Anon."
"AJ, Twilight. How've you guys been?"
>"We've been well," Twilight responds. "Rainbow Dash told us you had a fun time last night with Flash."
>You nod.
"Yeah, the dude's pretty cool."
>Applejack was tapping her fingers against her desk, and it made you wonder what was on her mind.

>"Y'all didn't get too crazy, did ya?"
>You roll your eyes. So much for not telling anybody.
"I'm assuming Rainbow Dash already told you then."
>She raised an eyebrow. "Tell me what?"
>"What happened, Anon?" Twilight inquired.

>...Shit.

"Nothing, don't worry about it."
>She didn't tell them then. Honestly, you should've trusted her from the get-go, her being one of the most loyal people you know.
>If you asked her not to tell anyone, she wouldn't.
>But now you've basically outed yourself.
>GG no re dumbass.

>"Anon, don't think y'all can sweep this under the rug. What did you n' Flash do last night?"
>You decide it's probably best just to be out with it, otherwise it looks a lot worse for you to keep it hidden.
"It was just a little issue with a police officer. He thought we were drinking while cruisin' around, but we weren't."
>Hopefully that'll sate the human bullshit detector in a hat.

>"Why'd he think y'all were drinkin'?" she interrogated.
>Welp, so much for that.
"There was ONE, rum bottle in the back and we were trying to THROW IT OUT, but he-"
>"Hmmph. Figures."

>...

>Pic related.

>>26757966
I find it kinda funny how Flash heavily implied he'd get in trouble if people thought he was still drinking but Anon keeps telling everyone about it.

>>26757966
Why do people always wrie aj as not only super nosey, but also a supreme cast iron bitch? I see it everywhere i get that shes >muh honesty but that doesnt mean she has to get involved in everything. Ever heard of silent observer? Not digging at you writefag just pointing it out

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>>26751373
I have been looking around a bit and found some, here's some thread IDs for Vinyl (look them up on desustorage or something):
>>15199526 (initial thread)
>>15933962 (later thread, useful as an index)

For Dash:
>>15153546 (first thread?)
>>16497408 (where I made shitty OC for a based writefag, pic related)

>tfw the /fit/ dash and vinyl trap threads started in 2013

>>26755293
You have the best fuckin taste in music m8

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>>26757966
"Excuse me?"
>Applejack suddenly haved her hand defensively. "Not talkin' 'bout you, sugarcube. Ah figured Flash probably ain't quit drinkin' since his last run-in with the law."
>Gee, you wonder if Flash is aware of how many people know about that DUI?
>Well one thing's for certain, you sure as shit ain't gonna tell him.
"How do you know about that?"
>Twilight was the one who answered. "Sunset told us. She was with him when it happened, before she... you know, changed."
>You actually haven't seen much of Sunset after that whole fiasco, but you remember that she used to be with Flash at one point.

"Well like I said, none of us were drunk, so it's nothing."
>Applejack and Twilight exchanged a glance like pic related, and you found yourself growing irritated.
"He can drink if he wants! It's his own business."
>"It's not just his business if he hurts someone," Twilight counters.
"He's not GONNA hurt anyone because he doesn't drive drunk anymore."
>"How can y'all be so sure?"

>Holy fucking shit they sound just like Rainbow Dash.
"Is there a point you're trying to make with this? Because it sounds like you're trying to talk me out of hanging out with him."
>"No, not at all!" Twilight exclaims. "We're happy you can be friends with him. We just don't want him to, you know, talk you into doing something you'd regret."
>"Yer a good guy, Anon," began Applejack. "We all love hangin' out with ya, Rainbow especially. But you've been actin' real funny recently, and it's worryin' us."
>"When you were avoiding Rainbow Dash," added Twilight, "I don't think you know how much that hurt her feelings. Why were you avoiding us?"

>Ugh, again with this.
>...Could you tell these two?
>Would they blab to Rainbow Dash?

"It's personal."
>Yeah better not risk it.
>Applejack looked displeased with your answer.
>Go figure.
>"Was it somethin' y'all shouldn't have been doin'?"
"What are you, my mother? I said it's personal."

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>>26758230
>>"Was it somethin' y'all shouldn't have been doin'?"
>"What are you, my mother? I said it's personal."
OH COME ON! Not this forced drama, bro.
He wasn't doing something wrong, he should just said so and still not have to tell them shit.

>>26758230
>twilight
scitwi? Does she even know about how Sunset used to be? They don't really talk about it that much.

>>26758230
Anon hasn't done anything wrong, this sub plot is meaningless. I hate pseudo-drama. He should just tell people what he was up to if it's nothing wrong and also if it was, but it wasn't.

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>>26758230
>It's personal

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>>26758406
I have never seen the movies. Only reason I did this is because I thought I had picked up enough about it from lurking.
>>26758230
>"Anon, that was pretty rude," Twilight stated in a reprimanding tone.
"You know what else is rude? PRYING."
>You gather your things and get up from your desk.
"I'm done talking about this."

>"Anon!"
>What, new voice.
>You look around, and find pic related sitting in the back, waving to you.
>You have no idea who this guy is.
>But right now, anything is better than being seated next to these two, so you go over to him.
>"Anon, come back!" called Twilight, but you didn't listen.
>Instead, you bumped fists with the complete stranger and sat down at the desk next to him.

>"You're Anon, right?"
>You tentatively nod, and he laughs at nothing in particular. "The name's Valhallen, brah. I'm Norman's friend."
>You can feel the tension leave your body almost immediately.
>A friend of Norman's is a friend of yours.
"What's up, man?"

>"Tryin' to get this friggin' biology homework done. Actually wanted to ask if you could, like, help a bro out."
"Uh, I'll do my best. What're you having trouble with?"
>"Number eighteen, dude."
>You scan his book until you see question 18.
>"_______ is the organelle of a cell that handles energy production. Also known as 'the powerhouse of the cell'."

>...

"Bruh, I think it's the mitochondria."
>He suddenly slapped his forehead with his palm.
>"OH! Thanks, Anon. Appreciate it!"
"Uh, no problem."

>>26758440
>>26758429
>>26758378
Noted. Will cut away the subplot and cheap drama, focus on characters and story.

That's all I have for tonight, unfortunately. More tomorrow.

>>26758508
>I have never seen the movies
I'm impressed then.

Watch them, they're great.

>>26758508
>Noted.
You are the hero we deserve.

>>26758508
Drama is fine, but give it a bit more setup than anon's stubborn-ass pride. If it snowballs, it just looks kind of cheap because a few choice words could have prevented a good chunk of what might be unnecessary bulk.

>>26758572
You're right. And thinking about it now, I might be able to do something better while avoiding that. I actually want to erase the last couple of posts and try that again now. Not sure if I should though, or if I should just work with what I got now.

I should also probably watch the movies too, so I know the source material better, but every time I try to watch it I end up shutting it off out of cringe. I don't hate the movies, I don't like them, I have no opinion other than it's difficult to make myself sit down and watch it.

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>>26758895
It's ultimately up to you, but if you want to go back and re-do the study hall bit, I don't think it'd affect too much right now.

I just found them kind of boring to be honest, I only gave them a go because of all the shitpost shimmer threads. A couple of the songs in RR rattle around in my head sometimes, but that's about it.
I like the personality she gets in those threads much better than her actual one.

I am liking your story though, its nice. Flash isn't the designated douche, anon isn't swinging extremely in the pussy slaying mary sue territory or the opposite direction.

>>26759004

Bedtime bump.

>>26760094
evening bump

Why the fuck did i wake up at 3am? Oh well page 9 save bump.

Unneccessary bump before bed

>>26761091

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>>26758508
>The mitocondria is the powerhouse of the cell
You cheeky bastard

bump because fuck it, I'm up.

>>26758508
I lurk this story.

>>26741679
That's beautiful.

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Bampu.

>>26762962
any thread lurked by Fapman is a thread lurked by me

Posting from my break at work.

I really, really hate how the study hall scene played out, and if you guys are okay with it, I want to redo it. My main plan of action with this green was breaking the mould of expectations with EQG green, and cheap drama doesn't do that. So I want to redo it.

The most annoying part of writing green, by far, is the fact that I do this post by post and can't really type everything out first before posting it in parts. So when I make a blunder like this, it's always awkward trying to fix it.

So you guys tell me, should I redo it? Or should I sleep in the bed I made, to put it metaphorically? Either way I'm cutting out the shitty drama.

>>26764024
do what you think is best

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>>26763863
B-baka!

>>26764024
Pss. Pss. This >>26764054

>>26764054
This.

>>26764024
If it's really on your mind to redo it, go right ahead. Nothing much happened in it in the grand scheme of things, and I don't think anyone would really miss it if it were cut out.

These essays don't type themselves.
>inb4 should be typing
>incognito tab

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I've decided to redo the study hall scene. It's been bothering me all day, so I've decided to go in a better direction with it. Please disregard >>26757966, >>26758230 and >>26758508

>>26757444
>Even the teacher himself managed to crack a tiny smile.
>"I know it's not the most exciting material, but try to pay attention, would you? This stuff will be on the exam."
>The rest of the class was spent in silence, but every time you went to look at Dash, she'd look away, trying not to crack up.

>Class was eventually over, and you had one more class to go before lunch; Study Hall.
>...Okay, not really a class.
>You went inside and ended up sitting in the desk right between Applejack and Twilight Sparkle.
>"Howdy, Anon."
"AJ, Twilight. How've you guys been?"
>"We've been well," Twilight responds. "Rainbow Dash told us you had a fun time last night with Flash."
>You nod.
"Yeah, the dude's pretty cool."
>Applejack was tapping her fingers against her desk, and it made you wonder what was on her mind.

>"What'd y'all do?" Applejack inquired.
"We went and got food at the 818 Club."
>Twilight perked up. "They have pretty good-"
"Sandwiches, yes, they're fuckin' AMAZING."
>Everyone. Without fail, EVERYONE has to talk about those goddamn sandwiches.

>"Did y'all do anything else?"
>You shook your head.
"They dropped me off afterwards. It was close to midnight when I finally got home."
>"Well we're glad you had fun, Anon," Twilight said pleasantly.

>There was a somewhat awkward silence that followed, as neither of you seemed to know how to continue the conversation.
>Eventually, it was Applejack that had broken it. "So, ya did say somethin' to Rainbow Dash yesterday, right?"
"Mhm. I called her from the restaurant, set everything straight. Everything is absolutely golden now."
>That brought a smile to her face. "I'm glad t' hear that, Anon. If ya don't mind me askin', why was it that y'all were avoidin' us like the plague?"

>Pic related.

Pastebin where?

>>26766912
What this fag said, where be the pastebin

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http://pastebin.com/qDkgpC1N New pastebin, the old one is a guest and cannot be edited. This one I can actually do something with.

>>26766815
>Boy oh boy, this again.
>It... couldn't hurt to tell them, right?
>They wouldn't go telling Dash if you asked them not to, right?

"I was, uh, trying to nab something from an auction online. Wanted it to be a secret, so that's why I've been... y'know, avoiding you guys."
>Twilight and Applejack exchanged glances.
>It was Twilight who spoke next. "What were you trying to buy? ...Is it..." She whispered, "...a sex toy?"
>The way she said that actually made you crack up a bit, and you put your fist in front of your mouth to stifle it.
"Would I tell you if it was?"
>"...Good point."
>"Well if'n ya don't mind tellin' us, what was it y'all had to keep secret from us?"
>You make an attempt to mitigate the surprise they would no doubt exude by nonchalantly waving your hand.
"It was just a little present for Rainbow Dash, nothing major."

>It failed.
>"Aww, that's so sweet of you!" Twilight cooed.
"You CANNOT tell her though. I'm serious, don't. I lost the auction anyway, so it doesn't matter."
>"Well what were ya plannin' on gettin' for her?"
"It was an old Wonderbolts jacket... signed."

>Twilight was wide-eyed. "Anon, a Wonderbolts signature isn't cheap. How much were you going to spend?"
"Nothing that'll break the bank... It's why I got that second job."
>You added that last bit without thinking.
>You did NOT want to give that much detail.
>But you did, and now BOTH girls are looking at you wide-eyed and slightly slack-jawed.
>"Anon, that's uh..." Applejack was at a loss for words.
>"...Wow." Twilight rested her head on her hands. "I just, wow."
>Back to Applejack, "Why don't ya want Dashie findin' out?"

>You ponder whether or not you should mention this next part.
"Because... she's the reason I lost. She got angry at me and... closed the laptop on me last-second. I got outbid immediately."

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>>26767205
>Twilight put a hand over her mouth, before resting a hand on your shoulder. "I am so sorry, Anon."

"That's why you CANNOT tell her. If she knew what she missed out on, she'd never forgive herself."
>Applejack nodded. "Yer probably right. Alright sugarcube, we won't tell her."
>You feel an immediate sense of relief, and slump back in your seat.
>Everything turned out-

>"Anon!"
>What, new voice.
>You look around, and find pic related sitting in the back, waving to you.
>You have no idea who this guy is.
>"Uh..." Applejack eyed the strange boy in the back. "Anon, do y'all know him?"
"Nope."

>"You ARE Anon, right?" he said. "Bruh, I'm Norman's friend!"
>Oh, well that's not too bad.
>A friend of Norman's is a friend of yours.
>You get out of your seat, walking back to where he was seated.
>You bumped fists with the complete stranger and sat down at the desk next to him.

>"Anon, right?"
>You tentatively nod, and he laughs at nothing in particular. "The name's Valhallen, brah."
>...Really?
"...Uh, what's up? ...Bruh?"

>"Tryin' to get this friggin' biology homework done. Actually wanted to ask if you could, like, help a bro out."
"Uh, I'll do my best. What're you having trouble with?"
>"Number eighteen, dude."
>You scan his book until you see question 18.
>"______ is the organelle of a cell that handles energy production. Also known as 'the powerhouse of the cell'."

>...

"I think it's the mitochondria."
>He suddenly slapped his forehead with his palm.
>"OH! Thanks, Anon. Appreciate it!"
"Uh, no problem."

>He continued speaking as he wrote the answer down. "I heard you guys got a lil' friendly with a cop last night."
>You glare at him in surprise.
"Who told you that?"
>"Norman told me. Bro, you guys are SO lucky you didn't get caught."
"We were never gonna get busted anyway. None of us were actually drunk, so we were fine."
>Valhallen looked back up at you. "Oh wait, like, you don't know?"
"...Don't know what?"

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>>26767377
>He waves his hands defensively.
>"Not my place to say, bruh. Only brought it up 'cause, like, I thought you were in on it."
>Now you're even more confused.
"In on what?"

>He cringed. "Nothing! Look, don't worry about it man. I'm just, like, glad you guys got outta there, y'know?"
>None of this is making any sense to you.
>Clearly there's something you haven't been told, but you'll ask Norman about that at lunch.
>Valhallen won't tell you anything else, so you decide to change the subject.
"It's cool, bro. So, how-"

>The bell rang.
>Pic related.

>"Was cool talkin', man! Hey, get my number from Norman and we'll hang!"
>You stood up, whipping your backpack back onto your back.
"I'll do that. Talk to ya later, Valhallen."
>You walk past where the girls were gathering their things, and APplejack puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you.
>"Did I hear that right? Y'all had a run-in with the law?"
>GOD... damnit.

"There was an open container in the car, empty. We went to throw it out, cop caught us, gave us a warning. NONE of us were drinking, alright?"
>Applejack continued to look you in the eyes scrutinizingly, making you slightly uncomfortable.
>Eventually, she let go, and her gaze softened. She still looked suspicious, however.
>"I believe ya, sugarcube."
>Twilight spoke next. "Why was there an empty container to begin with?"
>You shrug.
"I didn't ask. Flash told me he doesn't drink and drive, so that's good enough for me."
>Neither of them looked convinced.
>"Alright," she responded. "Just don't let them pressure you into doing anything you're not comforatable doing, alright?"

>They're starting to sound a bit like Rainbow Dash.
>But you know it comes from a good place.
"Thanks, I won't. Now I gotta hurry up for my next class."
>You begin walking to the door, when Applejack calls out to you. "Ain't you goin' to Lunch now?"
"Enchiladas wait for no one, Applejack!"

Seeing them side by side, I can say this new scene plays out better.

>>26767582
Aaaand NOW I'm happy with the study hall scene. What do you guys think of the change?

>>26767606
Love it, im glad you changed it. Also keep it up im enjoying this green

>>26767606
Well, I literally just gave you my opinion >>26767594
There aren't needless obstacles, so that's a plus.

>>26767582
>"Enchiladas wait for no one, Applejack!"
Beautiful

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>>26767582
>You make it to the cafeteria, which was already packed with people.
>The line for lunch was growing, so you quickly place yourself in line, pulling out your phone to pass the time.
>Lunch was the only time you were allowed to do this, and you were thankful.
>Suddenly, you received a text message from Flash.

>[bruh, turn around]
>You do as the message instructed, and you see Flash, Norman and a couple others you don't recognize sitting at a lunch table off in the distance.
>You wave to them and Flash waves back, and before you know it you're given a tray with... a milk carton, an apple, and an enchilada.

>Fine-ass cuisine, without a doubt.

>You begin walking to their table, when you hear someone else calling out to you.
>"Anon!"
>You look around, and see Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Rarity sitting at another table.
>Rainbow Dash is waving you over.
>And now you've reached a dilemma.

>You begin looking between the two tables, suddenly not so sure where you should sit.
>It's a simple decision, but you found yourself feeling discomfort as the seconds dragged on.
>Rainbow Dash noticed where you were looking, and looked over towards Flash's table.
>Flash also saw the bind you were in, and raised an eyebrow at you.
>Boy oh boy if this didn't feel like a crossroads moment, you don't know what-

>Wait Flash is getting up.
>...Flash is moving over to the girls' table, with Norman and the others following close behind.
>"Come on, Anon!" Norman called. "I bet that enchilada's gonna get cold!"

>...That works.

>You make your way over to Rainbow Dash and the others, who are giving Flash varying looks of joy, confusion, and suspicion.
>When you sit down, Rainbow Dash and Rarity are to your left, Norman to your right.
>Across from you is Pinkie Pie, Flash, and the two others, pic related.
>"Anon," Flash began, "This is Thunderbass and Nolan. Nolan, Thunder, meet Anon."
>"So THIS is Anon!" Thunderbass exclaimed.

>>26767606
way better good call changing it

>>26767594
>>26767733
>>26768233

Glad you guys like the change. This isn't nearly as fun to write if you guys don't find it as fun to read.

Now that's all for tonight, I have classes and work tomorrow. More coming after that, opinions are appreciated.

Bump before sleep

>>26768157
>changing tables
nigga that is like rule 1 in what NOT to do at highschool.

>>26769437
What high school did you go to where that was a thing? Changing tables is completely normal.