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Hi, I’m John Su and I may have misunderstood #artvsartist

Chibi: E Woo - Miiverse is a service that lets you communicate with other players from around the world. It is accessible via Wii U and systems in the Nintendo 3DS family.

Angry customer: “Well maybe I’ll just take my business somewhere else!”

Me:  

I love this!

an updated, better show of Charizard variants since the original was pretty rough and not as detailed as my later two

first image is body types and I added the thought of a Pet body type pretty much taking bigger dangerous pkmn and making them slightly less so and more suited for casual companionship

middle is subspecies and these were a lot of fun! I had a hard time narrowing down all the types I wanted to draw (was fun doing color patterns too and wanted to add some to the Veiled)

and last the Mountain and Feathered who are sorta their own class in a way I guess…

Y'all realize the subtle Had To Do It To Em Guy edits are basically just modern Where’s Waldo at this point right

So ,I’m a music teacher and every year we have what are called “walk through observations”. Basically, this means that 4 times a year the principal or vice principal comes into my class to assess my teaching. Fine. Sure. No problem. Well, today I was doing an activity with my 1st graders called “Musical Groceries”. Basically, they make up a fake shopping list and then together we figure out what the rhythm of the words on the list is. To do that, a small group of students plays the beat on the conga drum while the rest of the students move around the room while chanting the word. It sounds weird but it’s a great way for the kids to figure out the relationship between syllables and rhythm. They quickly get bored of walking the rhythm so I let them come up with their own ways of moving around the room.( skipping, hopping, etc) One student suggested they hop around the room like frogs, way down low to the ground. Okay fine. Or it was fine until my vice principal walked in to do my observation only to find 20 seven year olds hopping around the room like a hoard of little hob-goblins, rhythmically chanting “BREAD! BREAD! BREAD!” while five other kids played ominous beats in a drum circle. I have never seen anyone look so confused in my life and I really don’t want to know the rating I got on my observation.