>>126516 The catalogue is just too big honestly. Doesn't help that there isn't an image limit and the bump size is at 750ish. Its more out there to cater to anonfilly and I'd argue it overall hurts the flow of the main board.
>>126535 I get the image limit might not be as popular an idea, I really only want it for the clop dumbs really. Took forever for them to bump limit themselves even before the new thread size.
Thread size limit is extremely apparent to me. No /mlpol/ thread has and I don't think any will reach bump limit under a 750. A 300 would be much more preferable, and filly could just keep posting in one thread and then make a new one when they reach page nine or the thread gets to be around 750 posts.
>>126541 I'm the biggest contributor to that clop thread, and I grimly agree with this... There are so many pics in the thread, that nobody contributes because they'll just get a message that says "that file already exists in this thread!" without even telling them which file it is!
>>139214 >One post by this ID You're a bit late to the party to complain about this thread, anon. >>123333 You'll do no such thing. Once we've had our way with you for the next 30 years, we'll just let you wander around on your own until another dragon bites your head off and steals your jewels.
>>139457 It took 50 days to reach 42 replies, if the the bump limit is 250 then we should reach it before the end of the year, if the bump limit is 500 then it would take roughly a little over a year and a half, if it's a thousand then it will take a little under three and half years.
>>142320 These Jacks are just taking one last dip in the swamp before the `no speach is allowed` ruling in the EU and UK. Plus they appear to have the mentality of brain-rape BBC reporters. That or they are last remaining corbyn supporters. Roll on summer recess and leadership elections all-round.
>>144910 It's called melted cheese you pleb. If you've never melted a solid block of cheese and then dumped the molten cheese onto a hotdog and then eaten the hotdog you don't deserve to call yourself American.
>>145824 >melt That's not melting cheese, faget. That's burning it, then scraping the blackened shit onto what was a perfectly grilled all-beef wiener. Could have put some sautéed onions and A1 on that, but nope. Had to go give yourself a heart attack by shoving a bunch of disgusting shit cheese down your throat.
>>145846 Tomato sauce and Ketchup are similar, Ketchup seems to contain more tomatoes making it thicker. The two both contain sugar, vinegar, spices and herbs but just different ones, ketchup is usually notably sweeter, more vinegary and has a spicy flavour to it. I doubt you could use it as a substitute for a recipe that needs sauce.
>>150575 The only fag here is you, perpetuating this forced meme ut duo. Once for the sub-par character in question, who you continue to memetically continuate despite this fact. And the other for the weird memetic-circlejerk that this mindless page bumping would seem to inspire.
Sad. /mlpol/ is nothing more than a meta-reddit circlejerk. I hope to never see >>>/4gag/ ever again, disgusting.
>>158002 >Cuckholding Her mother wasn't actually married to her would-be stud; she didn't even know him. It was explained in the manga that centaurs breed their kin like domestic horses, to get stronger offspring through eugenics.
Spike is owned by Twilight - not adopted, he's not a pony and doesn't have the same rights as a pony, he can not be "free" therefore but is under the protection and supposed to, in return, serve her master.
A giant green hand came down from the sky and out between the clouds. The clouds pushed aside as it suddenly appeared and came after or little dragon friend, who was gunned. However, he did not come far as the green pinger tips pinched this tail in a tight grip.
He tried struggling against it at first but he quickly gains altitude. Up in the clouds, he didn't longer fight it but accepted his fate.
He decided to take in the vast landscape of the land of page fourteen. It was so close to Ponyville. Suger cube's corner's baked goods' could practically be smelled by him from here. It was a pleasant smell along with the aroma of flowers. Gardens littered with colorful flowers were everywhere on page fourteen, along with perfect sunny weather and picturesque houses and friendly rural communities. The townsponies always offered him food and a place to stay for the night. The food was accepted and appreciated but when he was this close to getting to page fifteen he could not rest.
Even if he never reached his home this place was still nice to visit. However, he was seldom here and when he was, he wasn't here for long.
He was pulled after the hand as it disappeared into a pool of black mud with no depth. It felt cold to the touch when he was dragged into it, yet that feeling washed over quickly since he soon appeared on the other side, page one.
The hand released its grip of his tail over the usual grey boulder that he was placed on every time he was, that these creatures called it anyway, bumped.
As the green hand disappeared after the deed was done, as usual, he thought about unpacking the lunch pack he had on the end of the stick he has over his shoulder. The lunch had been made by the townsponies on the page he just left but then he thought against it. He didn't want to ruin the food by eating it here where a freezing downpour could come out of nowhere.
Speaking of which. A crackle and the world around him appeared whiter for a millisecond before it went back to being overcast and grey. Grey like the sand here that was now turning darker as it was dampened by water. After the initial lightning had a stroke the downpour had come as expected.
He found the specific crack in the boulder he stood on, which he was looking for. It works as a reference point in this wasteland of nothingness. However, this land wasn't but nothingness. It had a road out of here that lead to the next page and that was where the crack, sort of, pointed at. Following its direction, he found the mountain range silhouettes in the horizon almost hidden by the grey sand dunes.
He sighed and let his body go limp for a moment before he gave the mountains in the distance a determined glare.
He stepped off the boulder and began his journey.
Once I get to page fifteen, I will be free, he thought.
>>210151 That's really good aside from a few grammatical errors. its a really interesting concept you have going on here,Could spike interact with other threads on his way to page 15? maybe he could visit the filly,/sg/,or even the horse pussy thread.i fell like this idea has a lot of potential and would love to read more.
>>210151 His feet sank down into the sand where he stepped and the tiny cold mineral and wet mess got in between his claws. At least, the sand provided him with a ground that adjusted to his feet and made it so that it became even underneath. It was in that way better than to traverse gravel, which hurt because of its pointiness.
His slouched forward. Shoulders slump and eyes downcast.
What am I even doing? One bump rarely comes alone. There is on point in going there now, he thought.
At the thought, he stopped.
He looked up and saw a number floating just above him. It read, "Nr. 1 of page 1"
His mouth did the opposite of smirking as he inspected the number.
His eyes traveled from that to his lunch pack. His lunch pack was wrapped in by a large red colored but with white dots cloth. It looks like a ball and its edges were tied up so nothing of its contains could spill out. The knot for the makeshift ball was wedged over the end of his walking stick. It branched off into two smaller twigs on that end of it.
The cloth ball was dark and hung from the stick like a wrinkled like a raisin and it had lost its spherical form and no had a more elliptical outline.
The rectangular loaf's form could be clearly seen from outside, which made him question how his cloth ever had been shaped into a ball, to begin with.
He looked into the distance where the rock formation was. Their lights shone from what he knew was the town of the first page, which laid nearby the gate to page two.
He had planned to go there to find shelter from the rain but now that he thought about it, there was no point. He would soon be bumped again and be brought back here again. A better strategy would be to wait until the heat went down and also his number. Since he was on the same page as the starting point, they wouldn't warp him there either. They would drag him through the weather and the terrain right back to the boulder.
He glanced at his lunch pack again.
I should probably eat this before it gets any more water damaged.
He undid the tie and sat down with the already sliced loaf of bread and ham in his lap. The ham was sliced into suitable pieces for the slices of bread by his claws. Now he only lacked a glass of water but maybe he could dig a hole in the sand that could work as a leaking bowl to hold water.
As he was pondering this, his lips moved on their own.
"Implying: my face when, you forget to type in the post you bump with. Get back here faggot!"
He clasped his hands over his mouth and looked around.
Just as he suspected, there was a green hand behind him.
It grabbed onto him and then threw him back in the direction towards the boulder with an underhand toss. It sent him flying forward and skip against the sand dunes and scratch himself up. It ended with him tumbling into the boulder from before.
He was a bit dizzy as he forced himself up on wobbly legs.
Ah! Diamond dogs! I lost my food.
It was true. It hadn't been in the green hand's grip before he had been sent flying.
"But isn't it, my little Spiky-wiky? You didn't manage to escape this time either I see," said a sultry toned voice.
He turned to look in the direction from whence the voice came and it had come from above the boulder. On it, sprawled out like a cat, laid pink furred mare. The mare's mane was colored in black with a red bang that stood out. It was sort of a mess of black curls that were placed on her right side of her head while a longer red bang on her left. The red matched her eyes which were of a more vibrant and powerful red.
She laid on the rock in a coy and tempting pose. It teased all of her assets. Her behind was high up in the air with her tail neatly moved aside.
From where Spike stood he couldn't see more than that her tail didn't cover her nether regions like that. Not that he wanted to. he was saving himself for Rarity.
Her hips were wide and each subtle movement made them wobble like jelly. And these weren't the only things that were huge on her. A coin size nipple protruded out between her back leg and her abdomen. The leg was pushed out due to the large crotchboob underneath her pushing it out.
Fluffy hair was on her chest and over her front hooves that were, she had crossed over each other.
>>210249 >he didn't longer fight it but accepted his fate. Should Be, He No longer Fought it but accepted his fate. >After the initial lightning had a stroke the downpour had come as expected. Should be, after the initial lightning strike the downpour had come as expected. > However, this land wasn't but nothingness. Should be, however this land wasn't just nothingness
>>268031 I was going to send him back once he got to page 9, but I didn't see the thread when I checked the catalog and got worried that Spike had escaped. Glad to see someone else had just beaten me to the job.
>>321892 There's a difference in steel grade, it's edge, and the plastic or whatever else materials that the handle is made from that sets it apart from the ones used for house work.
Most home paint scraper grips are going to have some bullshit dewalt or other consoom branding, rubberized tactical grip, or some other nonsense whereas the scraper handles for food prep tend to just be either wood or some hard plastic that won't melt as easily in a high heat environment.
However all that being said it doesn't bar the fact that some places *will* just wind up using the home improvement tool version for food prep as the cost is cheaper, but even then the oils are going to help it from rusting sort of like how cast iron gets seasoned.
There is no page 15. It was merely a myth formulated by (((them))) to prevent Europeans from waking up to their country being flooded by third worlder shitskins whos crimes the zogbots will never enact upon but instead that of the nation's own people defending themselves.
Sometimes I question how prosperous America could become if it didn't have the burden of being infested with kikes and niggers.
It's to the point wherein I wonder if the theory of NASA being purposefully hamstrung during the 1970s and 1980s by the likes of Jimmy Carter and Nelson Rockefeller; Especially during their administration terms holds weight.
Page four, would last another couple months barring extreme circumstances. The years immortalized by shitposting posts. >Be Spike The Dragon >Again despite the herd of cardboard mares, a giant green hand comes. >This time recollection rushes through this journey. >>210151 >>210394 >>348479 >Close, even hiding in the thick of it didn't stop the giant green hand. >This time. >This time the road was paved a little more >This time familiar ponies hoofed messages past page fifteen. >This time would be different. "Of course this time will be different." >Spike the Dragon sent scrolls, to every pony in these lands. >It wouldn't bump a thread because of how it had to be filled out, but one day when all the messages arrive. >A perfect opportunity then. >Hopefully.
There's some special kind of feeling I suppose about looking back at a lot of artists and musicians that got started with the fandom and then vanished only to decry about it in recent years "being racist" or "filled with hate" and delete everything that they did involving MLP.
I just miss the 2011-2013 days, back when things were bright and exciting.
Also in closing I'd like to say just one more thing, Niggers.
>>355994 When normal artists make it big they delete all the unprofessional shit they did for fun like low quality porn and the worst early art they did. It's crazy how so many brony artists relied on the circlejerk to get "fame" but were happy to throw the whole fandom under the bus once FNAF/Undertale/Poppy Playtime content seemed like it would be their next big cash cow.
>>355996 That's one of the things that I figured but wasn't quite sure that I was the only one noticing it or not.
Most of them have either hung up their accounts and gone off to do other things.
Many of which tried to branch out into some currently popular trending nonsense only to have it fail time and time again before falling stagnant and irrelevant since they had cast off if not outright demonized their fanbase gained back during their MLP days.
On one hand it's only page five Spike isn't going anywhere. On the other hand it's the halfway mark which is just enough to throw 'em back to the start. But, it feels a bit premature chucking the dragon back. 269 replies with this post. Let's take a moment to appreciate quality mares. >pic not related Thinking back on more foolish times.
Kill spike, behead spike, put spike in a wood chipper, drop spike from orbit, boil spike alive, chop spike in half, curb stomp spike, tie spike to a chair and make him browse /d/, pull off spikes scales, hit spike in the head with a brick, gouge out spikes eyes, Shoot spike out of an air lock, Gas Spike with Sarin, steal spike's oc, punch spike until he's pulp, kick spike in the head until he passes out, send spike to the moon, eat gems in front of spike without sharing, Send spike back to earth in anon's place, tell Aryanne that spike is a subversive, shoot spike out of a tank, drown spike in wine, dunk spike into hydrochloric acid, cut off spikes tail, force feed spike dragon organs, burn spike alive, flay spike, perform amateur surgery on spike with no anesthesia, send spike to china and tell them he will make them live longer when ingested, poison spike with arsenic