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egophiliac:

oops I did more

(via dearprofessorcelestia)

dearprofessorcelestia:

extraordinarycircus:

Now I can be a hermit nerd forever.

I would accept this outcome.

texasuberalles:

randumbdrawfag:

Some anons requested me to animate it.

(Orig size) (4x bigger)

i’m pretty sure this level of adorable is against the laws so you must go to a jails sorry

"And then Guybrush said ‘Max, don’t let the Purple Tentacle get away!’

(via dearprofessorcelestia)

cuteosphere:

oh Luna, you eternal loser

hey, did you know my store is open until saturday?? now you do!

(via thebombasticbookman)

sketchit26:

We’re the Dinosaur,

The Cute Dinosaur,

Fear the wrath of the Cute Dinosaur

(via dearprofessorcelestia)

kyronea:

somebronydude:

askdarlingadelaide:

asksketchygem:

thunderbolts—and—lightning:

thediscordedcelestiarpblog:

hazama-itsuru:

[Source: Derpibooru / unknown]

…yeah. actually yes.

PFFFFFFT!

THIS. CELESTIA IS GUD. AND DESERVES RESPECT. lol

You damn right!

I salute thee, Celestia! For ye deserve this and much more.

themanesex:

I saw those Wonder Woman panels the other day and I got an idea.

(via babysealburritos)

thirtyminuteponies:

          Twilight Sparkle woke in darkness. She closed her eyes, testing whether they had been open. When she felt her eyelids press together, she breathed hard. She opened her eyes again, slowly. Her breath came faster. The blackness was total. She was blind.

          She forced herself to breathe more slowly before she hyperventilated. After a dozen breaths, she felt her heartbeat slowing. When her nerves had calmed a bit, she called out, “Beau! I need you!” Another few breaths. She heard nothing. She willed her voice to stillness and called again, louder, “Bougainvillea! Please come to my room!”

          Nothing. Had something happened to the castle staff? Were they under attack? She rolled out of bed, and panicked. The motion had not rolled her out of bed. It had only revealed that there was no bed under her. Her wings flared out reflexively against her sudden conviction that she was falling, but no air stirred her feathers.

          She felt beneath her, her hooves passing through empty air. She swept them to the sides, meeting no resistance. She put them out in front of her and winced away from a sudden brilliance that made tears spring into her eyes. Cracking an eyelid, she gasped. The brilliance was her hooves. Her coat was giving off a pale light.

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