PLEASE NOTE THAT THE FOLLOWING IS PROBABLY BEST QUANTIFIED AS A OPINION BASED RANT OF MY OWN PERSONAL OPINIONS. YOU'RE FREE TO HAVE YOUR OWN OPINIONS ON THE MATTER AND I WON'T HATE YOU FOR IT OR TRY TO MAKE YOU CHANGE YOURS, BUT DON'T EXPECT ME TO CHANGE MY OPINIONS EITHER. JUST A FAIR WARNING.</i>
Am I the only one a little tired of the Vinyl/Octavia shipping?
I mean seriously people. They can just be friends. Some of the closest relationships I've ever seen have been in a non-romantic way.
I'm talking about this because there's a story that was featured on FIMFiction where Vinyl has died and Octavia's dealing with the pain.
It ends well and everything, but my qualm with it is that it simply doesn't take the risk of having Vinyl and Octavia be friends. No, instead the author has them shipped to the point of marriage. It's as if the only way to truly be a friend with someone is if you are both romantically involved and that the only types of people who feel pain are the lovers of the dead person. Obviously that's not the authors intent, but it really comes off like that in these types of fictions.
And I have a very personal relationship with death mind you. My Grandfather died of cancer when I was seven, and I distinctly remember watching him slowly get thinner and thinner until he was quite literally skin and bone. And all through that, my mother stayed by his side and took care of him.
Why can't we have more sad fictions like that? Who says that just because, say, RD, is dying of cancer Applejack must suddenly express her long suppressed love for her? Why can't Applejack just care for the dying RD as a friend? Out of the goodness of her heart and not some hidden romantic agenda?
No, I'm not about to turn this into a post discussing my opinions on LGBT relationships and such. Let's just say that I don't support it.
Anywho, we're getting a little off track.
I'm basically asking this: Why must every story featuring these two and their relationship be of a romantic nature? Same goes for Applejack and Rainbow Dash. Before, AppleDash I knew was a popular ship and I had no real problems with it. I simply didn't ship it, plain and simple. Queue me just trying to read any good story and that shipping sneaking up and tackling me at every turn to the point where I hate it with a passion. I can't go two fics without it either being mentioned out of nowhere with no real baring to the overall plot or the story suddenly shifting to become a AppleDash shipping story.
Same goes for Vinyl and Octavia. I think it just might be a little overexposed I guess.
Why can't they simply be close friends, or even, as one fic I liked quite a bit, be sisters? We've seen that different species of ponies can be siblings so why not? All I'm trying to say is, try a little variety people. Same with Bon-Bon and Lyra. Constant shipping to the point of torment.
For instance, the story My Little Human: The Lyra Heartstrings Story where Lyra is attempting to pitch an animated TV with humans as the focus was derailed (for me at least) by the authors insistence to ship Lyra and Bon-Bon even though it was working just fine that they'd be friends.
All I want to find are some good, non comedy fics where they're quite literally JUST FRIENDS. Honestly, when they're constantly romantically shipped, it just makes everybody come off as a little bit horny if you don't mind me saying. Take the incredibly popular "My Roomate is a Vampire" story, where the last sentence basically can be summed up by this wonderful little meme:
AND THEN THEY FUCKED</i>
Now I know that some people might find that a tad over the top in it's bluntness, but really, what else is this last scene supposed to mean?:
We lay in bed back at our apartment, still wearing our suit and dress.
"What ever happened to our little project anyways?"
"Our little music project," I said.
"Oh, our classical/electro mashup?"
"Yes. We were going to fuse music genres!"
"Ahh, I don't know. We just never got around to it."
"You still wanna do it?"
"Make music," I said in the most suggestive, sultry fashion.
It went right over her head. "Hay yeah! Heck, let's start! Where's our blank sheet music?"
I rolled my eyes, slowly beginning to slide beneath the covers.
"Octy? Where are you going?" Vinyl asked. "I thought you said you wanted to make musi—OH. Oh. Oh wow."
And then we made music. And it was very, very sexy.
Now you try and tell me that means anything else but the fact that those two then spent the next few hours screwing each other six ways til Sunday. It's not even done in a classy, witty way. Nope, it's quite literally as close to saying "And then they fucked" without actually using the word "fuck".
Man I'm getting angry. Sorry if this sounds overly venomous, but I'm really sick and tired of it. I really wanted to read "My Roomate is a Vampire", but for me, a lot of the enjoyment would have stemmed from the hope that "OH MY GOSH! Somebody wrote a story where Vinyl and Octavia are quite literally just friends! And it has vampires and werewolves in a comedy? AWESOME!" instead, I'm treated to those wonderfully risque last lines. Class act author. Real way to keep up the quality.
And while we're talking about out of nowhere 'coming out of the closet' moments, check this little gem of a scene out:
Big Macintosh led her down a long hallway, into what appeared to be another bedroom. Much to Applejack's surprise, Pinkie was laying on the bed munching on candy. "Hiya, AJ!" She waved a sticky hoof at her cowpony friend.
"Pinkie? What in tarnation..." Her eyes narrowed as she looked first at Mac, than at Pinkie, conclusions forming in her mind. She'd suspected for some time, but...
Mac looked nervous as he spoke. "Now, afore you say anythin', Sis, Ah just want ta say I'm sorry Ah didn't tell you about any 'a this before. But Ah... Ah think you need ta know." He took a deep breath. "Ya see, Ah'm-"
"Hold it right there!" Applejack interrupted, unable to stop herself. "Now, Ah know Ah shouldn't be tellin' ya'll who you can and can't date - Hay, you're five years older'n me - but Ah don't think you and Pinkie are right for each other. Ya'll are just gonna end up hurt."
Big Mac blinked at her, flabbergasted. Pinkie's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, and she stuffed both hooves in her mouth to keep from laughing. "What?" Applejack demanded finally, after several moments of awkward silence.
"Ya'll thought... Pinkie and Ah... were DATING?" Big Mac finally said, astonished. Pinkie finally lost it and burst out in hysterical giggles, flopping onto her back and laughing uncontrollably.
It was Applejack's turn to be surprised. "You mean yer not?" she asked. "The way the two've you have been thick as thieves this past week, always hangin' out together all the time..."
"AJ, Pinkie's mah first real friend since Ah went to school." Big Mac said, smiling slightly. Pinkie was getting her giggles back under control, and righted herself. "It only makes sense that Ah'd spend time with her. 'Sides, Pinkie's been helpin' me with some... issues, recently. The stuff I asked you here to talk about, in fact. But we ain't datin'."
Pinkie was still giggling a bit, but she was able to speak now. "If we were dating, I wouldn't keep it secret, silly! I'd throw a big party to celebrate! But Mac-alack-apack isn't really my type, though he is REALLY big and strong and awesome and has a really fun name to say. I prefer fillies, anyway."
Applejack stared at her pink friend. "You do?"
"Sure, didn'tcha know?" Big Mac said casually, causing Applejack to boggle further. "Anyway, as amusin' as this is, Ah still need to talk to ya. It's important."
"Ah'm not sure how many more revelations Ah can take." Applejack sat on the bed next to Pinkie, her face burning red with embarrassment. Pinkie gave her a hug and offered her some candy, which Applejack waved away. "But Ah guess if it's that important ya'll had best get on with it. Ah've had a real crazy day, and Ah'd like ta get it over with."
Now, it may shock you to find out, given my reaction to said scene, that it's from my second favorite fan fiction ever, KoolerKid's My Little Avengers.
The main problem I have with this scene is that Pinkie expressing her preference for fillies over colts is that it feels incredibly like KoolerKid was writing the scene and needed a way to dispel the idea of Big Mac and Pinkie dating. His solution? "Oh Pinkie Pie's a lesbian. It won't have any baring to the plot in any way shape or form and will only be mentioned again in one other scene, but that's why. I mean, what did you think I was going to do? Have Pinkie Pie be dating another colt instead? Pfft, as if!"
In the end, it just felt like one of those "have to have a gay character so I don't look prejudiced." type moments.
And speaking of "only mentions it in one other scene", here's the scene with said pointless line of dialogue in bold (as before):
Spitfire blinked, her brain trying to process what the energetic mare was trying to say. "So... you think I have something like your... Pinkie Sense? Something that predicts the future? Isn't that... I dunno, impossible?"
Pinkie shrugged. "I dunno. Twilight said it was impossible and she got really upset about it but eventually she just gave up and said it worked anyway. Besides, I never let being 'impossible' stop me, and that was even before all sorts of impossible stuff started happening all over the place!" Suddenly, Pinkie got really, uncomfortably close to Spitfire's face. "Soooo? Did your Spitfire Sense go off? Any twitches or itches or floppy ears or-"
Spitfire backed up a bit, holding up a hoof. "I... got a hallucination. Or I thought it was. Like... some kind of vision..." Her mouth suddenly went dry.
"Really? That's so cool! My Pinkie Sense never does that!" Pinkie paused, and cocked her head to the side. "Oh! My hoof stopped itching! That must be it! I better get going now, before Rainbow Dash misses me! She gets kinda lonely at night, you know! Bye!" She bounced away, right out the door and down the hall. Spitfire barely noticed, as the implications of Pinkie's visit slowly dawned on her.
And before any of you go in the comments complaining about "Bronyman1995, if it's such a problem, why don't YOU write one?", or "Stop bitching about it!" let me just say that I'm obviously predisposed at the moment. I'm not F. Scott Fitzgerald or William Shakespeare or something. I can't write 8 stories at the same time and expect them all to match the very high quality I try to reach when I work on something. Also, NO, I'm not going to stop bitching about it. I WANT to bitch about it. I feel that my opinion must be expressed. Kinda like that kid from "The Emperor's New Clothes" except this time, everybody's just excepting the fact that the Emperor is naked and they hit the kid with a stick when he points out the obvious.