*Original author is Anon*

>>3695929/#q3697914

>50 years from now you are a old fart
>your children put you into a nursing home because you annoyed the shit out of them
>you sit in a rocking chair in the garden
>your grandchildren bought you one of those newfangled holo-wristbands with internet acces
>you are bored, so why not try it out
>goddam, you hate those new technology. Back then we just had monitors, and it was great that way. Also a litre of cola just cost 1.30 dollars, and not 25 americos.
>as you are already trying to shut it down you see that your grandchildren installed "fire-holobrowser, for the nostalgics in the web"
>after browsing youtube for a while you stumble upon something in the "related" section
>MLP:FIM Season 1 Episode 1
>many feels later you try to acces 4chan
>its still ther, but it has almost no trafic at all, and is mostly seen as some monument to the past
>theres just one board left
>you post a picture of Twilight and write "Twilight is best pone"
>after waiting for hours, a single reply pops up
> ">Twilight >Not Applejack
> OP is a huge ragging winged faggot"
>as a single tear rols down your cheek you die happy in that rocking chair

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>>11614297/#q11618232

>tfw when 50 years in the future.
>Grandkids check you into some old person home.
>You're super grumpy about it. Since they make you leave your computer at home.
>they buy you one of those new computers that is ran from a watch and the screen is holographic.
>you're pissed because your last computer had 20 years of reaction imadges on it.
>think hard where you got them
>remmeber that one infamas site.
>go to 4chan.org

>only one board remains /moot/ It i set up to keep 4chan somewhat alive, and to remember the great man who made it.

>all the threads have long 404's

>you make a new thread posting one simply line, and a picture of my bones.

> "is the ride over yet?"
>refresh the page expecting instant results.
>sit for hours, nothing happens.
>lay it on table and walk awau

>come back to it tomorrow morning, 2 new replies.

> The ride never ends.

>Lurk more fagget.

>you shed a tear.

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>>12528416/#q12532230


>twenty years from now, you have a wife and a family
>you have all the episodes of MLP:FIM safely stored away in your stash and come back to rewatch them every so often
>you still remember the day when /mlp/ was closed down
>the confusion, the anger, the sadness
>over the course of the years, the fandom slowed down, almost to a halt
>you still see a picture or a song pop up ocassionally on the internet, but it's nowhere near the good old times

>you stop reminiscing and get up from your chair to shop for groceries
>you get to the mall, and making your way through the people, you notice one guy
>he's got a shirt with a pony on it
>not the current G7 pony marketed strictly towards the young girls
>the G4 pony you knew and loved
>you think about this for half a second, you could make a fool of yourself but then again, you don't really care about the people around you, they're just strangers
"Hey you! SUNSHINE, SUNSHINE, LADYBUGS AWAKE"
>several people shoot you dirty looks
>he abruptly stops and turns around to face you
>you see tears in his eyes as he struggles to keep his composure
>"Clap your hooves and do a little shake" he replies in a quivering voice as he rushes towards you to hug you

>>12532230
That's the most autistic thing I've heard.

But I would still fucking do it

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>>11614297/#q11619953

>You walk through the front door.
>Your old house.
>It's been your parent's place forever, for as long as you can remember.
>You look around, smelling the same smells and hearing the same sounds.
>It almost distracts you from what you have to do.
>Walking upstairs, you hear the same creaks in the stairs. The pipes groan in the walls in the same way.
>Reaching up, you pull the string on the attic stairs. With a creak, it swings open, a curtain of dust spilling into your face.
>You climb up the few steps and look around the dusty, gloomy attic space.
>Boxes, paintings, pictures, and torn insulation as far as your eyes can see.
>Pulling yourself up to sit on the edge, you pull the note out of your inner coat pocket.
>Your late father left you many things in his will, but the most curious of it all was a note.
>Hand-written, on a piece of actual paper.
>A rarity these days, what with cloud computing and everything.
>It looks so old and frail, like your old man did in those last few weeks.
>You feel a lump in your throat, fighting it down.
>Opening the note, you reread it.
>"Hey son. I'm writing this on your first birthday. I'm having to put away certain things to make room for more important things, but I want to make sure those first things aren't forgotten. So when you get this, look for a box marked "FAUST" in the attic. Love you, kiddo."

>You refold the note and tuck it back into your coat pocket.
>Crouching, you make your way through the attic boxes, moving them aside.
>You're momentarily distracted by old pictures of Christmas' past, as well as your old boxes of toys.
>Finally you come across a box marked 'FAUST', just as your father said it would be.
>It's not that big or remarkable, barely distinguishable from the other boxes in the attic.
>You pull it out and slowly backtrack out of the attic, carrying it down into the living room.
>Sitting down on the old couch, finding your same, comfortable space on it, you pull the old cardboard flaps back, peering into the box.
"...the hell?"
>You reach in and pull out a handful of tiny, colorful toy ponies.
>Did you have a little sister you never knew about?
>Placing the toy ponies aside, you dig a little deeper.
>You find a pile of dics - old DVDs.
>Some of them are professionally made.
>"My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Season 1 Volume 1", and so on, all the way to Season 5.
>The others are recorded personally, with your father's handwriting in black ink.
>"Bronycon '14"
>"Bronycon '15"
>"Second movie premiere, '14"
>But the biggest shocker comes at the bottom of the box.
>An old framed photo, showing a pair of kids, younger than you are now.
>It takes you a little while to realize it, but you finally recognize the two in the picture.
"...mom?"

>That's your mother all right, dressed in some strange costume - a yellow sweater with a pink skirt and a pink wig.
>Your father has his arm around her shoulder, a big grin on his face. His get-up is even more ridiculous - a hideous purple gown with bells on the end, a big fake beard hanging off his face.
>They look like they're in a big crowd, booths and such in the background.
>Bringing the picture closer, you can see a big banner in the far background.
>"Bronycon 2013", it reads in big pink print.
>Looking back in the box, you see the same costumes folded up neatly on the bottom.
>On top of the pair of costumes is a single DVD, with the words "To my son" printed on it in your father's handwriting.
>You pick the DVD up and walk over to the flat-screen, popping the old Blu-Ray player open and slotting the disc inside.
>A wave of nostalgia washes over you - handling physical media is something you haven't done in a very long while.
>The TV flicks on automatically, and you're now staring at your father.
>The date on the video is almost thirty years ago, around the time the box was put into the attic.
>Your father smiles and waves from his seated position.
>"Hey, kiddo. Hope you're an old fart now. That means I didn't die of cancer like my old man did."
>Yeah, that's your father, all right. Levity in the wrong place, which makes it all the funnier.
>"You're probably wondering why a box of girly stuff was so important I sent you on a fishing expedition for it, right?"
>Damn straight.
>"Well, it's a long story, but here it goes..."

>"There was this show, all right? It was a show that by rights should only have appealed to little girls: it was about princesses and ponies and parties and friendship and all the other things boys and men weren't supposed to like."
>Okay, you're with him so far.
>"I guess it was just our bad luck it was pretty good. As a show on its own merits, it was actually pretty good. And for a show aimed at little girls, being something other than an argument for suicide was a damn good feat."
>"But then something weird happened. It wasn't just a few older brothers and fathers who found out the stuff their little sisters and daughters were watching was actually good. Grown-ass guys like your old man started watching it. And we started liking it."
>"I don't know what it's like now, but in my day the Internet was everywhere, and that only made things better. Or worse, according to some. We formed communities, we made fan art and stories, we went to conventions."
>"That's actually how I met you mother, trite as it sounds."
>You look at the picture in your hands, shaking your head slowly.
>"It's 201X now, and the fandom's pretty much dead. The show's been cancelled for years, and there's not much hope of a revival."
>Your father has that wistful, nostalgic look on his face you saw many times.
>That lump in your throat is back with a vengeance.
>"It was a moment in time that will never come again. It was this weird perfect storm of right audience, right show, and right time."

>Your father looks at the screen - at you.
>"But now you're here, and it's time to put away childish things. Like a lot of things, though, childish things are cyclical. So now that I'm gone, you've got the DVDs of all the seasons and both the movies."
>He chuckles sheepishly.
>"You can also laugh at me making an ass of myself at a few conventions."
>Your father looks off to the side for a while, and it takes you a while to realize that he's filming this in your old bedroom - you're probably having a nap off-screen.
>"You're grown now, so you can do whatever you want with the stuff. Box it, display it, watch it, trash it. If you do watch it, I hope you get from it what I got from it."
>He looks at the screen, smiling that same smile you saw every day of your youth.
>"Be an optimist, my son. The world can be a cruel and uncaring place, and the route of the cynic is the easiest route to take."
>He reaches into his pocket and pulls out one of the small plastic ponies - a garishly pink one with balloons on its ass.
>"The toughest one is always the optimist. You have to be strong to live in the world every day and still say 'I'm not going to expect the worst in others, and I'm not going to have a bad attitude.'"
>He chuckles and pockets the doll, looking back into the camera.
>"Hopefully my sub-par parenting skills got that across, as well."
>You let out a laugh that's crushing loud in your old house.
>"Son, I hope you give it a chance like I did. And, no matter what, I'm proud of you."
>The DVD ends, a blue screen staring at you.
>You sit there for a while, looking down at the assembled toys, pictures, DVDs, and costumes on the coffee table.
>How could something so trite have been so important to your father?
>You reach down and pick up the Season 1 DVD case, staring down at it.
>The brightly-colored ponies grin back up at you.
>You smirk, chuckling a bit.
>Standing, you open the Blu-Ray player, popping your father's DVD out and setting the Season 1 DVD in.

>The music begins
>"My Little Pony, My Little Pony, ah ah ah ahhh..."
>You pick up the picture, staring at your parents.
>Both of them smiling, dressed up in those silly costumes.
>So young and vibrant.
>Looking back at the TV, letting the saccharine-saturated nature of your father's old pasttime wash over you.
>You can't fight the smile coming over your face.

End.

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>>3728510/#q3728953

Ponychan is really bad
Equestria Daily makes you mad
Others sites just make you swear and curse
When Yamino's got you rustled
Don't Spaghetti
Throw confetti
And if you're body is ready, threads will turn out for the best!

ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF /mlp/

ALWAYS LOOK ON THE LIGHT SIDE OF /mlp/

If the fandom's jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile like Pinkie

When the autists are being grumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just bump the threads that deliver the hilarity!

Aaaand always look on the bright side of /mlp/!

Come on!

Always look on the light side of /mlp/!

For the fandom's quite absurd
Sometimes a giant stinking turd.
You must always face that fact with a grin.

Forget about the faggot hoard
Love this little board!
Enjoy it like it's the eighth deadly sin!

Always look on the bright side of /mlp/!

Just before the thread 404s!

All the tripfags spew their shit
The cloppers throw a fit
When the janitor cleans up their wanking fun.

They'll see it's for the best
That we're better than the rest
We're the best pony board under the sun!

And always look on the bright side of /mlp/!

Always look on the right side of /mlp/!

Come on, man! Buck up!

Always look on the bright side of /mlp/!

There's good fanfics to read, yanno?

Always look on the bright side of /mlp/!

I mean, whattya got to lose? You was doin' nothin' before, right! Whatcha got to lose? NOTHIN'!

Always look on the bright side of /mlp/!

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>>12528416/#q12530232

>some days you wake up feeling great
>you're motivated to get up and get things done
>other days things may not always go as planned,
>but either way you've always been able to find a fun place to relax and hang out after that hard day at work,
>or maybe that date that admittedly didn't go as well as planned.
>regardless of whatever it is that's got you down you know there's a place you can always count on to bring a smile to your face
>you know that the anons of /mlp/ are always up to some new shenanigans
>there's nothing more enjoyable than kicking back with your favourite drink, posting in a few threads and just letting the stresses and worries of the day just melt away.
>yep some days may seem bad but you know /mlp/ will always be there to cheer you up
>"hey guys my gf just left me can I get a best pone thread to cheer me up"
>It feels good waking up and having one of those days, knowing that /mlp/ has always been a sort of home away from home for you.
>Yeah those are the days
>but you haven't had one of those in quite a while
>It's been such a long time now hasn't it?
>yeah those were the days
>the feel of the ride finally being over sinks in for good.
>You can only stare at the blank space in your heart that sits between /lit/ and /mu/ and let the feels soak in

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>>11614297/#q11619838

In autumn blow of 2010,
a show came on the air
of magic, ponies, and the glow
of techincolor hair

And somehow, someway, it began
a fun and wild ride
With /mlp/ and endless fun
and how the years went by

and now, the end, my sweet anons
appears on the horizon
and when we reach it, we will weep
with final set of sun

but as Celestia sets the sun,
for that one final time
the magic, it will always spark
and memories shall shine

Thank you so much, Lauren Faust,
and thank you all anons,
as we all climb, off of the ride,
remember, it lives on