Just a guy who loves cars, boats, planes, and basically anything with an engine. Oh, and I write stories about pastel-coloured horses and stuff.
Author, dreamer, adventurer, scientist, High Prince of Appledashery, and bonafide lover of sadfics and the Great American Cheeseburger.
A weaver of tales who enjoys a good story. What more is there to say, really?
Appledash shipper. Critical of everything. Except Appledash. Because Appledash.
Twilight floated a second fritter up to her mouth when she realized the first was gone. “What is in these things?” “Mostly love. Love ‘n about three sticks of butter.”