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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

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if you’ve ever had a crush on me god bless your poor misguided heart

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This is literally my most recent cosplan, do I make anything easy on myself? Hell no.

If you hear a distorted version of Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me” coming towards you, you should probably run in the other direction

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Reblog if you're black tumblr.

You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and you’re for us.

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Me, I guess

I'm a Cosplayer, I've currently got 4 WIP's my Instagram and Tik tok are both Canshadowmakeup and I've been staring at joints in dolls so I can do an animatronic AU. I'm tired.

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I THINK THIS WAS AGES AGO BUT LIKE IF THE OFFER IS VALID

REBLOG IF YOU WANT A LOVE LETTER FROM A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN YOUR ASK BOX NOW

AND I WILL DO EVERY SINGLE ONE, BASED ON YOUR BLOG.

EVERY

SINGLE

ONE

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I'm so cozy

You have to wear the same clothes your current icon wears every day for the rest of your life! How screwed are you?

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happy Thursday the 20th

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Aizawa is lactose intolerant and says yolo.

Mic walked into their shared kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he stretched and yawned. He glanced around him before his eyes settled on a tired black haired man, digging into... A block of cheese.

"H-Hey! Aren't you... Intolerant? Or something like that?"

Aizawa hummed a noise of agreement before spearing another chunk of cheese on his knife and popping it into his mouth.

"Doesn't that mean you... Can't? Do that?" His eyes widened as he walked over, about to take the cheese away as Aizawa pointed the knife at him.

"It doesn't mean I can't, it just means it's... Regrettable. But who am I to resist cheesy goodness." He smirked, continuing eating his cheese.

Later that night Aizawa was curled up clutching his stomach, as Hizashi chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I told you dummy, look after yourself."

Boom first fic. Let me know if there are any prompts you want me to do.

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I'm just spreading the truths

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