ghoulscomecrawling:

May I just reinstate how much this dude is the the best?

scottwhitney101:

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

basslightning:

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

basslightning:

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

scottwhitney101:

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

basslightning:

Lightning awoke from bed, the blinding light of the sun a few hooves away from his bed. He realised that it must be nearly midday. He had been Jamming all night on his bass, it was still leaning againt his bedside on top of carpets of sheet-music. He got out of bed with a yawn and went downstairs…

A few minutes later after he had eaten he was outside. He had only recently came to Ponyville and he wanted to meet the locals.

On the way, in a tree, was very particular pony. Snoring. His bat wings had drooped down, his collar and hoof wear very clear and maverlous. His mohawk mane (Or whatever it was), about as long as his shoulders, in a light shade of grey. His body fur was pitch black, partially intimadating. But the one thing that was most different about this pony was his hooves. Each ended with three talon-like appendages, almost resembling claws. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully on his branch.

Lightning spread his wings a little. They felt heavier, so he figured he was still a little tired, but that was alright. He took a quick-paced step and took to the sky, and within that instant he remembered the joy’s of flying. hmm…..a song about the joys of flying? His spiky Black orange-streaked hair blazing back as he picked up the pace. He was suddenly feeling as light as air…

After the first beat of wings, the strange pony woke up, his ears perked up. He tuned into the sound of flying and looked over head, seeing a pony he didn’t recognise fly by. He grinned. “New guy, huh?” He stretched his back legs, sighing in satisfaction, as he began beating his wings, lifting up into the sky.

Lightning was in the moment. He happily let the wind carry him as he tried to think of a word that rhymed with “above”. Suddenly he realized he was completely vertical, and so he allowed himself to freefall before rising up. At the moment he rose his dive he saw what looked like a shadow, realizing that it was probably a black pegasus pony. “A local? that was quick…”

The pony quickly flew up, and, within a few seconds, had began flying close to the new arrival. He smirked, his yellow slim eyes glancing at him. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you around, flyer, which either means two things. One, you know how to keep hidden in crowds, or two, you’re new here.” He gave a small chuckle. “So, which one is it?”

Lightning was now floating in mid-air. He chuckled with a smile, “You caught me. I only arrived here a few days ago. The name’s Bass, Bass Lightning. Most just keep to Lightning”.

“Lightning. Cool name. I’m Millennium Chaos. But those who know me call me Millennium.” He grinned, bearing his sharp teeth. Unusual for a pony. “So, what brought you to Ponyville?”

Lightning went a little red. The thought that reached his mouth made him sound a little silly. “To tell you the truth….friendship. Me and my friend came to Ponyville because we had heard some of the stories about this place, and so my friend and I decided we would come here, because me and him are pretty tight…..we’re part of a band called ‘The Sonic Shredders’”

basslightning:

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

basslightning:

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

scottwhitney101:

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

basslightning:

Lightning awoke from bed, the blinding light of the sun a few hooves away from his bed. He realised that it must be nearly midday. He had been Jamming all night on his bass, it was still leaning againt his bedside on top of carpets of sheet-music. He got out of bed with a yawn and went downstairs…

A few minutes later after he had eaten he was outside. He had only recently came to Ponyville and he wanted to meet the locals.

On the way, in a tree, was very particular pony. Snoring. His bat wings had drooped down, his collar and hoof wear very clear and maverlous. His mohawk mane (Or whatever it was), about as long as his shoulders, in a light shade of grey. His body fur was pitch black, partially intimadating. But the one thing that was most different about this pony was his hooves. Each ended with three talon-like appendages, almost resembling claws. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully on his branch.

Lightning spread his wings a little. They felt heavier, so he figured he was still a little tired, but that was alright. He took a quick-paced step and took to the sky, and within that instant he remembered the joy’s of flying. hmm…..a song about the joys of flying? His spiky Black orange-streaked hair blazing back as he picked up the pace. He was suddenly feeling as light as air…

After the first beat of wings, the strange pony woke up, his ears perked up. He tuned into the sound of flying and looked over head, seeing a pony he didn’t recognise fly by. He grinned. “New guy, huh?” He stretched his back legs, sighing in satisfaction, as he began beating his wings, lifting up into the sky.

Lightning was in the moment. He happily let the wind carry him as he tried to think of a word that rhymed with “above”. Suddenly he realized he was completely vertical, and so he allowed himself to freefall before rising up. At the moment he rose his dive he saw what looked like a shadow, realizing that it was probably a black pegasus pony. “A local? that was quick…”

The pony quickly flew up, and, within a few seconds, had began flying close to the new arrival. He smirked, his yellow slim eyes glancing at him. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you around, flyer, which either means two things. One, you know how to keep hidden in crowds, or two, you’re new here.” He gave a small chuckle. “So, which one is it?”

Lightning was now floating in mid-air. He chuckled with a smile, “You caught me. I only arrived here a few days ago. The name’s Bass, Bass Lightning. Most just keep to Lightning”.

basslightning:

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

scottwhitney101:

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

basslightning:

Lightning awoke from bed, the blinding light of the sun a few hooves away from his bed. He realised that it must be nearly midday. He had been Jamming all night on his bass, it was still leaning againt his bedside on top of carpets of sheet-music. He got out of bed with a yawn and went downstairs…

A few minutes later after he had eaten he was outside. He had only recently came to Ponyville and he wanted to meet the locals.

On the way, in a tree, was very particular pony. Snoring. His bat wings had drooped down, his collar and hoof wear very clear and maverlous. His mohawk mane (Or whatever it was), about as long as his shoulders, in a light shade of grey. His body fur was pitch black, partially intimadating. But the one thing that was most different about this pony was his hooves. Each ended with three talon-like appendages, almost resembling claws. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully on his branch.

Lightning spread his wings a little. They felt heavier, so he figured he was still a little tired, but that was alright. He took a quick-paced step and took to the sky, and within that instant he remembered the joy’s of flying. hmm…..a song about the joys of flying? His spiky Black orange-streaked hair blazing back as he picked up the pace. He was suddenly feeling as light as air…

After the first beat of wings, the strange pony woke up, his ears perked up. He tuned into the sound of flying and looked over head, seeing a pony he didn’t recognise fly by. He grinned. “New guy, huh?” He stretched his back legs, sighing in satisfaction, as he began beating his wings, lifting up into the sky.

Lightning was in the moment. He happily let the wind carry him as he tried to think of a word that rhymed with “above”. Suddenly he realized he was completely vertical, and so he allowed himself to freefall before rising up. At the moment he rose his dive he saw what looked like a shadow, realizing that it was probably a black pegasus pony. “A local? that was quick…”

pac-rants:

elasticitymudflap:

amateurcatalyst:

mekashiyu:

uninhibitedandunrepentant:

audiomonkey:

faerieeglow:

fuzzybagels:

yourmomgivesgoodheadcanon:

causalspoilers:

supergaycow:

alwaysfangirling:

citrusbell:

timelordy-teganbreann:

reiana:

prestonhymas:

Reblogged because OH MY GOD.

WHAT THE FUCK.

AUSTRALIA, YOU ARE CRAZY

i’m scared of my own country :/

AUSTRALIANS WHAT ARE WE DOING TO THE WATER

Fish with arms and legs.
Fish with arms and legs. 

Fish with arms and legs.

Fish with arms and legs.

This is terrifyingly cool…

brb gon cry myself to sleep augh this is terrifying

man i love australia tho

keep churnin out the crazy shit!!!

Idk man if anything this just seems like more evidence for creationism because only somebody with a sick sense of humor could make something like that.

AUSTRALIA IS SCARY AS FUCK

Australia is literally the most terrifying fucking place on earth. 

Oh hey! It’s Barry. G’day Bazza! How’s the evolving garn, ya bastard?

… What. You didn’t know this already?

That…I…Okay. That’s actually really cool. And if the fish didn’t have such a weird face it’d almost be kinda cute. Except for the whole…creature of the black lagoon vibe it’s putting off. 8/

A shark is a fish.

Just think about it.

The possibility of a shark with arms and legs.

I’ll just… Just leave you guys with this one.

scottwhitney101:

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

basslightning:

Lightning awoke from bed, the blinding light of the sun a few hooves away from his bed. He realised that it must be nearly midday. He had been Jamming all night on his bass, it was still leaning againt his bedside on top of carpets of sheet-music. He got out of bed with a yawn and went downstairs…

A few minutes later after he had eaten he was outside. He had only recently came to Ponyville and he wanted to meet the locals.

On the way, in a tree, was very particular pony. Snoring. His bat wings had drooped down, his collar and hoof wear very clear and maverlous. His mohawk mane (Or whatever it was), about as long as his shoulders, in a light shade of grey. His body fur was pitch black, partially intimadating. But the one thing that was most different about this pony was his hooves. Each ended with three talon-like appendages, almost resembling claws. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully on his branch.

Lightning spread his wings a little. They felt heavier, so he figured he was still a little tired, but that was alright. He took a quick-paced step and took to the sky, and within that instant he remembered the joy’s of flying. hmm…..a song about the joys of flying? His spiky Black orange-streaked hair blazing back as he picked up the pace. He was suddenly feeling as light as air…

basslightning:

Lightning awoke from bed, the blinding light of the sun a few hooves away from his bed. He realised that it must be nearly midday. He had been Jamming all night on his bass, it was still leaning againt his bedside on top of carpets of sheet-music. He got out of bed with a yawn and went downstairs…

A few minutes later after he had eaten he was outside. He had only recently came to Ponyville and he wanted to meet the locals.

http://basslightning.tumblr.com/ Go Follow him! He is new, so maybe you could teach him a few tricks.

This is all I came here to post. Kinda busy, but I thought you guys might wanna see this.

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

the-lupine-family:

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

the-lupine-family:

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

the-lupine-family:

millenniumchaosnightblaze:

the-lupine-family:

The peaceful morning in Everfree….