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ONE JOB!
 
>>1025237 for original

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RighteousIndignayshun
Artist -

My coffee maker has one job: to make coffee! And it manages to do it…every single day! I’m not on the receiving end of coffee undertones! You’re our pawn! If you aren’t doing pawn-ish things, THEN WHAT ARE YOU GOOD FOR!?
Greenjack
Not a Llama - Happy April Fools Day!
The End wasn't The End - Found a new home after the great exodus of 2012

@Joshua  
oh yes, my honorary aunt (friend of my mom’s who is closer to her than her actual sisters) had it posted on her facebook page. it’s the exact reaction to being startled I have. the jumping twice my height up and backwards bit.
Background Pony #0C64
“Get behind me!” Even though it looks like Cadance is holding Hope in front of her.
Evowizard25

You know, it’s kind of funny. Even though it’s not a fact anymore, I kind of headcanoned Cadance as Radiant/Sombra’s daughter who was caught in some time magic or such. It’s silly little idea, but I thought it was neat.
 
Of course, that was before I knew Radiant survived and how she did it. Eh, I’ll do it anyways. :D
 
Still, the umbrum are creepier than I thought they’d be.
Greenjack
Not a Llama - Happy April Fools Day!
The End wasn't The End - Found a new home after the great exodus of 2012

those umbrum are genuinely creepy. if I saw one IRL I’d actually be likely to shit my pants… unless they were, like, the size of a chihuahua. then I’d jump away like a cat running from a cucumber.