Generally healthy, able-bodied people don't need masks, exam gloves, or alcohol swabs to protect themselves against COVID-19. But chronically ill people and their caretakers do need those supplies to live their everyday lives.

Until you all shared it’s magic with me✨

Thank you to the writers, directors and composers.

Thank you to the singers, and the plot line proposers.

Thank you to the animators, for bringing them to life.

And thank you to those who’ve dealt with brony strife.

Thank you to the voice actors, you’ve helped us watch them grow.

For we thank them all so much for all the memories.

And we can take them with us no matter where we go.

And the impact that they’ve made is more than we could know.

Writers of tomorrow may one day come to be.

With some of them much influenced by My Little Pony.

And they will make there own cartoons with so much work to praise.

And in a sense our friends will live on far beyond our own days.

So do not cry and do not mourn for the end of our dear friends.

They will live on from dusk till dawn, and beyond our own time’s end.

I made a tutorial! I hope it is helpful. Some of the styles of eyes are from Studio Ghibli,Sailor Moon, Pokemon, Dangan Ronpa, Fire Emblem, Ace Attorney.

Their fearless leader joins the ranks of sporty outfits! I wanted to try something even…more casual for Ruby. These other gals look ready to go- I wanted Ruby to just be kind of contrasting the look. She looks ready to work up a sweat, but there’s something charming about the thousand-yard-stare with a cookie in her mouth.

If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine

I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.

I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.

That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.

Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.

Thank you man at McDonalds.