rei-mod:

Bro!

Whazzup?

Get down here.

Look…

[LOOKING INTENSIFIES]

Okay, so how do we go about cheering her up?

We could try taking some sexy pics for her~

NO ONE, LEAST OF ALL ME, WANTS TO SEE YOUR STUPID HAIRY ASS!

Besides, this isn’t a work of fiction; we can’t just fluster her problems away.

Then what’s your idea?

She thinks we’re adorable and funny… should we work with that?

Hmm… comedy…

In that case, let’s start with slapstick!

So, what do you think?

I think that was just an excuse to slap me…

A little of Column A, a little Column B…

[Hikaru (offscreen): Now it’s funny.

There’s gotta be a less painful way to do this…

Stand-up comedy!

The key phrase was ‘less painful’, Kaoru.

Man goes to the hardware store and want to build something with 99 bricks. The store only sells bricks in bundles of 100, and the man ain’t happy about that. He argues with the cashier to take off a bit for one less brick, but there’s nothing the cashier can do. Guy takes the bundle home, builds his thing, and is left with his one brick. At a loss, our man takes the brick in hand and chucks it into the air…

……………and?

That’s it.

…………………………………………….

Ooh, tough crowd.

Let’s try another. You know about the four seasons; Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall. Here in Wisconsin, we have a different four seasons…

Winter, More Winter, Still More Winter, and Road Construction!

[BOREDOM INTENSIFIES]

C’mon, give me something here.

This one will knock you off your socks: Man gets on a plane and sits down next to a woman with a dog with her. Dude’s pissed because he’s no a big fan of dogs. Part way through the flight, man lights up a cigar and starts smoking. Woman asks him to stop because it’s bothering her dog. The two go back and forth until he finally tells her “If you get rid of that dog, I’ll get rid of my cigar!” The woman then somehow opens the cabin’s window without lowering the air pressure and tosses her dog out. The man’s surprised, but figures he won since he’s got more cigars and tosses his lit one out the window as well. The woman then shows she had the dog on a leash and begins dragging him back in…

Guess what’s in the dogs’s mouth.

A cigar?

Nope. A brick!

Let’s think of another idea before I go insane…

Maybe I could sing?

(Interactive portion: Choose what I sing!)

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0k7Rk6TvQF9

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1ep43rrJv64

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1Krh408Kznz

http://vocaroo.com/i/s01LXl7yEHuT

I’ll stop, just put the hatchet down!

I think we’ve just about hit the bottom of the barrel.

Is there anything else worth trying?

Supporting her by being compassionate and understanding?

That-

-might work…

Aw, what the hell. Let’s do it.

Whiskey, Kaoru and I get how you feel… and hate how powerless we are to help you. I’m not about to lecture you on how our kind of friendship would be impossible 30-40 years ago, how much bravery it takes to open yourself up on the internet or how the fact that I met you online doesn’t make you less of a friend to us then someone we know for real, nor tell you how important it is to hang out with people you can talk face to face with.

All we really want you to know is that it’s okay to feel like that, what you should do is whatever makes you happiest, and know that we will support you no matter what.

I know for sure that you’ll be getting a lot of these on the 23rd. And if two dorky losers made you smile, even a bit…

…then we say we’ve done a good job.

Get better soon.

Rei-mod: I love you two so much right now….

i havent smiled for real since yesterday and seeing this just made me my night a little better then what its been, and for that, I thank you both. I can’t wait to get to meet you two in a couple weeks <3

And to my other friends…im sorry, I really wanna talk, but i have nothing to talk about, there is no real reason for how I feel right now and so theres nothing to talk about. Sorry for not replying for now…

Kaoru,Hikaru, you are both absolutely amazing and thank you for helping me smile tonight

THIS!!!!!!FUCKING THISSS!!!!

I don’t care how this isn’t related to Flint’s blog, THIS needs more attention! My friend Rei was having a bad time and those two guys i don’t even know made so much effort to bring a smile on her face!!!! AND IT’S SO EPIC!!!!!

I JUST REGAINED A LITTLE HOPE IN HUMANITY!

Stay strong Rei, there are people out there who really care about you…

askwhiskeygirl:

askflintlock:

Pony shaming&#160;: Flintlock edition
(I understand this is a fashion now, isn’t it? )

Whiskey: O.o…..-grabs him by the tail and drags his flank to the lake-


(( Have i ever mentioned that Flintlock has a fear of large bodies of water? ))

askwhiskeygirl:

askflintlock:

Pony shaming : Flintlock edition

(I understand this is a fashion now, isn’t it? )

Whiskey: O.o…..-grabs him by the tail and drags his flank to the lake-

(( Have i ever mentioned that Flintlock has a fear of large bodies of water? ))

Pony shaming&#160;: Flintlock edition
(I understand this is a fashion now, isn&#8217;t it? )

Pony shaming : Flintlock edition

(I understand this is a fashion now, isn’t it? )

Since one winner did not claim her prize…

ask-mayia:

The new winner is askflintlock for a Lined soft shaded prize. I’ll be sending you something :3

Mod : i did win something? WOW o.o, this is so nice of you ^^ Thank you a lot, hope this reply isn’t too late >.< If it is, don’t worry then, i understand :3

canterlot-heights-high:

Crush and Scrambled
“Hmm, right on schedule.”
“Huh?”
Flintlock turned from his locker and stared into the fest pool of ponies that swarmed the hallways during the passing period. He had expected to easy spot out the stallion that had been talking about him. What feeling it was coming from didn’t matter; it was just for a small amount of closure as to whom. Nothing else. He scanned the hallways, seeing no pony in particular and quickly shoved the comment from his mind.
“Him. He’s right on schedule.”
He turned from his locker once again, but only to his right to see his “neighbor of sorts”, Enfield. Flint looked at the military pony for a moment before leaning back to look around him. There he noticed what had captured his neighbor’s attention. A stallion in a letterman jacket that was standing by a wall and facing the mas of students in the halls.
“Haven’t noticed that?” Enfield asked, turning to Flint and back again “He’s been doing it for a while.”
“No,” Flint replied in short as he leaned back to his locker, “Dun usually pay attention to dat wall.”
Enfield turned back to his locker and pulled out a small notepad, which he immediately began flipping through. Flint heard the shuffling of paper stop as Enfield pointed to one of the pages.
“ListArt. He’s always standing there at this passing period…” Enfield began reciting. “Usually starting around 12: 30 or 12: 45. Stops at the warning bell…”
Flint leaned back as this information was spelled out, looking at Enfield with a raised eyebrow.
“What pony keeps dat kind of information?” Flint questioned as Enfield continued to go down the page.
“Hey, you never know when this kind of stuff will come in handy,” Enfield assured as he turned back to the pad.
Flint went back to his locker and gathered his books, hiding the pack of cigarettes he had snuck in for the bathroom later.
“Often frozen in a statue like state.”
“What?” Flint asked, his ears perking up at this information.
Enfield motioned for him to follow as he began to walk over to List. Flint found himself following as Enfield waved a hand in front of List’s face.
“See, no reaction.” He commented, as he went back to the note pad, “Also, while in this state, his face can be seen either beet red or a light shade of…”
“Dis is ridiculous,” Flint finally said, looking at Enfield and realizing the time that had been wasted, “Why would you need to know dat?”
“Deductive reasoning,” Enfield simply answered, “It’ll help me find out why he’s like this.”
Flint lowered his eyebrows as he watched Enfield go about his reasoning.
“Well, from the amount of blush, it would suggest he just experienced something embarrassing, but with this being daily. It can’t be that. Then, it probably is because of…”
Flint stood there as Enfield paused for a moment, before looking up at him.
“A mare?” Flint added, shrugging his shoulders.
“Yeah, that make sense,” Enfield assured as he wrote that note down.
“Dis is probably just a first kiss situation or somethin’ like dat.” Flint stated as he began to move away.
“No, he’s single.” Enfield advised, running his finger to an old note entry on the paper, “I asked around the school and consensus says he’s single.”
Flint stopped right where he was and lowered his eyebrows again, turning back to face Enfield with a frown.
“Again, what pony goes ‘bout for dis kind of information?”
“Again, it narrows down the answer to this,” Enfield explained once more.
“I assume now the question is, Mr. Detective,” Flint began, still frowning, “Who’s the mare he has a crush on?”
“Well yeah,” Enfield nodded before chuckling a bit, “You know, for a pony that likes to keep to himself. You sure are becoming enthralled with this.”
Another frown. Flint glared at Enfield for a moment, before shaking his head. A cigarette in the bathroom later was now further up on his to do list for the day.
The sound of the warning bell broke his thoughts and he began thanking for a break to this situation. He was about to turn away…
“…You guys need something..?” The statue suddenly asked, causing both stallions to jump a little at the sudden third voice as Enfield fell on his butt. “oops..”
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(First time at doing something along these lines, but I had a lot of fun doing it. ^^ Hope it’s what you wanted from a story addition. Also, I hope I wrote Flint and Enfield well based on what I read from their bios.)

Mod- well this is completely adorable! Thank you so much! 

(( mod&#160;: this really is a nice breath of fresh air to return to after being away from the pc for a while! Thank you so much, you did capture Flint&#8217;s high school persona feel, it was really fun to read! ^^
Also, make sure to check these blogs if you haven&#8217;t already &gt;.&lt; )) 

canterlot-heights-high:

Crush and Scrambled

“Hmm, right on schedule.”

“Huh?”

Flintlock turned from his locker and stared into the fest pool of ponies that swarmed the hallways during the passing period. He had expected to easy spot out the stallion that had been talking about him. What feeling it was coming from didn’t matter; it was just for a small amount of closure as to whom. Nothing else. He scanned the hallways, seeing no pony in particular and quickly shoved the comment from his mind.

“Him. He’s right on schedule.”

He turned from his locker once again, but only to his right to see his “neighbor of sorts”, Enfield. Flint looked at the military pony for a moment before leaning back to look around him. There he noticed what had captured his neighbor’s attention. A stallion in a letterman jacket that was standing by a wall and facing the mas of students in the halls.

“Haven’t noticed that?” Enfield asked, turning to Flint and back again “He’s been doing it for a while.”

“No,” Flint replied in short as he leaned back to his locker, “Dun usually pay attention to dat wall.”

Enfield turned back to his locker and pulled out a small notepad, which he immediately began flipping through. Flint heard the shuffling of paper stop as Enfield pointed to one of the pages.

“ListArt. He’s always standing there at this passing period…” Enfield began reciting. “Usually starting around 12: 30 or 12: 45. Stops at the warning bell…”

Flint leaned back as this information was spelled out, looking at Enfield with a raised eyebrow.

“What pony keeps dat kind of information?” Flint questioned as Enfield continued to go down the page.

“Hey, you never know when this kind of stuff will come in handy,” Enfield assured as he turned back to the pad.

Flint went back to his locker and gathered his books, hiding the pack of cigarettes he had snuck in for the bathroom later.

“Often frozen in a statue like state.”

“What?” Flint asked, his ears perking up at this information.

Enfield motioned for him to follow as he began to walk over to List. Flint found himself following as Enfield waved a hand in front of List’s face.

“See, no reaction.” He commented, as he went back to the note pad, “Also, while in this state, his face can be seen either beet red or a light shade of…”

“Dis is ridiculous,” Flint finally said, looking at Enfield and realizing the time that had been wasted, “Why would you need to know dat?”

“Deductive reasoning,” Enfield simply answered, “It’ll help me find out why he’s like this.”

Flint lowered his eyebrows as he watched Enfield go about his reasoning.

“Well, from the amount of blush, it would suggest he just experienced something embarrassing, but with this being daily. It can’t be that. Then, it probably is because of…”

Flint stood there as Enfield paused for a moment, before looking up at him.

“A mare?” Flint added, shrugging his shoulders.

“Yeah, that make sense,” Enfield assured as he wrote that note down.

“Dis is probably just a first kiss situation or somethin’ like dat.” Flint stated as he began to move away.

“No, he’s single.” Enfield advised, running his finger to an old note entry on the paper, “I asked around the school and consensus says he’s single.”

Flint stopped right where he was and lowered his eyebrows again, turning back to face Enfield with a frown.

“Again, what pony goes ‘bout for dis kind of information?”

“Again, it narrows down the answer to this,” Enfield explained once more.

“I assume now the question is, Mr. Detective,” Flint began, still frowning, “Who’s the mare he has a crush on?”

“Well yeah,” Enfield nodded before chuckling a bit, “You know, for a pony that likes to keep to himself. You sure are becoming enthralled with this.”

Another frown. Flint glared at Enfield for a moment, before shaking his head. A cigarette in the bathroom later was now further up on his to do list for the day.

The sound of the warning bell broke his thoughts and he began thanking for a break to this situation. He was about to turn away…

“…You guys need something..?” The statue suddenly asked, causing both stallions to jump a little at the sudden third voice as Enfield fell on his butt. “oops..”

—————————————————————————————————-

(First time at doing something along these lines, but I had a lot of fun doing it. ^^ Hope it’s what you wanted from a story addition. Also, I hope I wrote Flint and Enfield well based on what I read from their bios.)

Mod- well this is completely adorable! Thank you so much! 

(( mod : this really is a nice breath of fresh air to return to after being away from the pc for a while! Thank you so much, you did capture Flint’s high school persona feel, it was really fun to read! ^^

Also, make sure to check these blogs if you haven’t already >.< )) 

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askpitchpatch:

Guest artists: askburningstream - animedley - sephur - ask-chiffon-chemise - askflintlock - ask-pegasus-lola - irontwistfim - zeitsglass - tracymod - asktheexaltedponies - zolah - askdarkflutterbat - fergerking - dracini - lumina0

thank you for all your hard work <3

Mod : congrats to all the artists who contributed to this post! And thanks a lot for letting me participate as well, the final product is amazing! 

MOD&#160;: Finally, a decent ref sheet for Flintlock. I really needed one myself to be honest&#8230;&gt;.&lt;

MOD : Finally, a decent ref sheet for Flintlock. I really needed one myself to be honest…>.<

Suddenly, livestream!!!!

Join here if you want to~ Just doing a ref for Flintlock…

https://new.livestream.com/accounts/6788412/events/3102182

Mod&#160;: so i understand it will be Father&#8217;s day soon? (i mean in the states, back home we don&#8217;t really celebrate it &gt;.&lt;) So i give you a healthy dose of Flintlock&#8217;s Father. 
"Chieftain" Theodore Blackpowder is a strong willed stallion, war veteran, skilled political figure in his home town, co-owner of a factory manufacturing smoking pipes, owner of a fairly large domain and the very severe father of Flintlock. And that&#8217;s about what i have on him at the moment, what do you think?

Mod : so i understand it will be Father’s day soon? (i mean in the states, back home we don’t really celebrate it >.<) So i give you a healthy dose of Flintlock’s Father. 

"Chieftain" Theodore Blackpowder is a strong willed stallion, war veteran, skilled political figure in his home town, co-owner of a factory manufacturing smoking pipes, owner of a fairly large domain and the very severe father of Flintlock. And that’s about what i have on him at the moment, what do you think?

pendletondreadful:

canterlot-heights-high:

Flint&#160;: Trust meh, partner, dis’ll relaxed ya just fine.
Pen : I don’t think we should smoke in the bathroom…during class..
Flint : Ain’t a soul ‘round, dun worry ‘bout it.
*both start smoking*
Pen : This tastes..funny.
Flint : Yeah…Ah know…
(( Sorry, my hand slipped. Fun fact, Cannon Flint also started smoking during high school so yeah…^^ High school Pen is so weird to draw, all skinny and stuff o.o And yea, i am implying they are smoking “special” cigarettes &gt;.&lt; Hope i won’t upset anyone~))
Snow-‘ugh…such bad colts….what EVER!”Mod- I love this, its exactly as I see Pen learning his bad habits….on a side note Pen would be in a blue uniform…but aside from that…its PERFECTION!!

Mod: Had to reblog this both for the coolness and the amusement that no matter what world, I guess Pen was going to pick up some bad habits regardless *chuckle*
Thank you, Flint!

Mod - Well, no matter the universe, i somehow portray Pen doing one thing or another and in this case it would be smoking~ So yeah, inspiration bitch slapped me and this came out &gt;.&lt; I&#8217;m really sorry if i&#8217;m suffocating people with my stuff, but&#8230;.this is my way of showing how much i enjoy a blog i think &gt;.&lt; 
I&#8217;m really glad you like it, i wish both Pen Mod and Snow Mod the best and to keep up with their awesome inspiring blogs!

pendletondreadful:

canterlot-heights-high:

Flint : Trust meh, partner, dis’ll relaxed ya just fine.

Pen : I don’t think we should smoke in the bathroom…during class..

Flint : Ain’t a soul ‘round, dun worry ‘bout it.

*both start smoking*

Pen : This tastes..funny.

Flint : Yeah…Ah know…

(( Sorry, my hand slipped. Fun fact, Cannon Flint also started smoking during high school so yeah…^^ High school Pen is so weird to draw, all skinny and stuff o.o And yea, i am implying they are smoking “special” cigarettes >.< Hope i won’t upset anyone~))

Snow-‘ugh…such bad colts….what EVER!”


Mod- I love this, its exactly as I see Pen learning his bad habits….on a side note Pen would be in a blue uniform…but aside from that…its PERFECTION!!

Mod: Had to reblog this both for the coolness and the amusement that no matter what world, I guess Pen was going to pick up some bad habits regardless *chuckle*

Thank you, Flint!

Mod - Well, no matter the universe, i somehow portray Pen doing one thing or another and in this case it would be smoking~ So yeah, inspiration bitch slapped me and this came out >.< I’m really sorry if i’m suffocating people with my stuff, but….this is my way of showing how much i enjoy a blog i think >.< 

I’m really glad you like it, i wish both Pen Mod and Snow Mod the best and to keep up with their awesome inspiring blogs!