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I'd love to see more loving and supportive parents in this series. Not saying there aren't any, but y'know.

Wof moms

Little pieces of some mom dragons cause im missing my mom tonight

Its also fun to explore making little backgrounds 💕 might make some pantalan ones too but idk

I had the most wild dream where I was working and about to clock out, but then Markiplier came in and walked up to me and said,

"It's a great time to be a gamer!"

And then I woke up.

A LITTLE ABOUT ME

1. What shows are you into? Gravity Falls is a big one. Other shows can include She-Ra, Johnny Bravo, Samurai Jack, Batman the Animated Series -- the list goes for a long time. 

2. What’s your claim to fame? I’ve met and shook hands with James Baxter and Floyd Norman. Both are amazing animators and you should know who they are.

3. How often do you play sports? What is a “sport”? Actually, I want to play games like Capture the Flag more often, but as a young adult, it’s hard finding a group.

4. Are you usually early or late? I am always early. If I'm not, I feel very bad. Even if it's just to visit a friend.

5. What quirks do you have? I act very much like an old man. Either intentionally or unintentionally. I have knee problems that act up with bad weather, but I also just listen to 1920s music unironically and learned the jitterbug when I was 12.

6. How often do you people watch? I need to do it more. I remember going to an airport and seeing someone who looked exactly like Mark Twain. Except he was wearing a Hawaiian Shirt. Couldn’t get a photo in time.

7. What’s your favorite drink? Orange Juice! Or juice in general. Ask me about my Japan experience with Orange Juice one of these days.

8. What do you hope never changes? War. War never changes. Actually, I hope that changes. Uhhh... I hope creativity never changes. We don’t need a “Martian Chronicles” to happen to us.

9. What’s your dream car? 1939 Mercedes Benz. Or a golf cart. Or the Batmobile (any variation works). Either of those would be nice.

10. Where would you rather be from? If you asked me when I was young - the big city. If you ask me now - in the middle of nowhere surrounded by Oregon forests.

These questions were found online at Conversation Starters World.

Qibli is my favourite spice girl ;3

My first official post on Tumblr! Hello World!

Ahem. Anyway. Here's a drawing of Qibli I did a while back. He looks pretty good in red, doesn't he?

#ashercore

#iykyk

Need there be to say more?

This applies to working retail. Stay safe and smart, everyone.

Star Gazing

Mudwings need more love.

They’re evolving

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy