I used to think rarity was a bitch. Now I see her as kind and beautiful.
I feel like I am Rarity in so many ways. The weirdest reason is that my ex is like Prince Blueblood in every way, right down to the blonde hair and blue eyes. RIght now I’m dating a boy named Tom, who is also a brony (we, in fact, met over a facebook status about MLP). He was even wearing all grey when he asked me out. I am more in love with Rarity’s character than ever before.
The Sisterhooves Social episode makes me cry, because no matter how hard I try, my older sister will never show me she loves me like Rarity did. I don’t think she loves me at all, and it breaks my heart. Lately when I’m around her, I try not to talk to her or make any eye contact, because I think that makes her happier…
Twilight taught me to be myself. Pinkie Pie taught me to smile, even when things seemed bad. Rainbow Dash taught me to take Pride in things that I do. Fluttershy taught me that if you show a little kindness, it can make a big difference. Rarity taught me to be generous, even if it requires taking risks to give to someone else who is in need. Applejack taught me how to be honest, even if the truth hurts. And, finally, Spike taught me how to not be jealous of others.
The opener to the third season had beautiful animation and interesting ideas. But WOW, was the characterization shallow. King Sombra was more of an obstacle than an actual villain, and Twilight and Rarity in particular were too petty. Actually, the characters felt really forced too, like the writer wasn’t even sure what to do with them. Maybe that’s where the shallowness came from.
When I first got into this fandom, I swore to myself I wouldn’t ship anypony despite my rather shameless shipping habits in other fandoms.
I now ship Twiluna Rarijack and Flutterdash, and that’s not even counting my background pony shipping, and I have absolutely zero regrets.
at first I thought Raritys name was verity and that is my name and even thought I found out her real name I have always felt a connection to her