#tia teaches

[ourbastardofsorrows]

you will never guess what one student said to her classmate, prompting the classmate to instigate a fight & rope others into videotaping it

[kickingthepirate]

I forgot to repost on this sideblog some POTC memes I made years ago, so here's a few classics.

[acheronist]

Not to take away from the horrors and suffering and rage and agonies going on. In the news. And in the world……….. but heres my small joys saturday update i took my 2 y/o nephew to the library and a tiny cafe today and we had a really nice morning. i got a delicious latte with sweetened condensed milk and cinnamon and he was so sad he wasn’t allowed to get anything becoz he’s not a big kid who can have coffee so i asked if he wanted a little coffee (a hot chocolate with a lil whip cream) and he was so pleased about it he was carrying the cup around all morning.. and we got SIXTEEN books that he picked out and read them together on the patio when we got home AND IT WAS JUST REALLY LOVELY….

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

h...hands.....

it's about the empathy, the compassion, the love, the gentleness...reaching out to say "you're not alone; I am here with you, and I understand your plight, because I've walked this road myself and I am living proof that there is always hope"

You are not the only one for whom the flowers weep.

[reine-du-sourire]

Tempests in Teacups

New POTC AU!

So whilst chatting online with @thundersongfury at umpteen o’clock in the morning, a new AU was born! 

It’s an afterlife of sorts for the POTC characters, in that nobody's dead, but it's also just a place for them to vibe and chill. In teacups. As chibis. Because they wouldn’t fit otherwise.

They live on a lovely wide wooden table (not all of which is explored).

It’s Calypso’s job to fill the teacups. She takes this very seriously.

Davy Jones supplies the materials- the cups, saucers, drinks, and other such trimmings.

Jack’s original cup cracked (it was Beckett’s fault). Davy Jones got him a new one, a black one, and Calypso keeps it full of- nope! A nice dark coffee with lots of Madagascar vanilla. 

…but she does let him have rum from time to time when he behaves.

Will has lemonade, in a simple utilitarian teacup with a saucer that doubles as his workshop. He likes to share his lemon slices with his friends, especially Elizabeth.

Elizabeth has a pretty floral-patterned teacup full of green tea and honey (and a lemon slice from Will). Sao Feng gave her a little ornamental dragon to twine around her teacup handle, which she is terrifically proud of.

For Barbossa, it’s a dainty porcelain gold-edged teacup full of sherry.

Beckett has white tea, in an elegant teacup with a map of the table painted on it. He's constantly adding to the map and has a bad habit of knocking over other cups so he can get a better view of things.

Norrington had tea first, then rum, but he now has a nice teacup of hot chocolate with a big, soft marshmallow floating in the middle. 

Blackbeard's cup is full of gasoline.

Pintel and Ragetti each have hot water and a single tea leaf in their teacups. They're perfectly happy with this.

Espresso for Carina Smythe, in a blue-painted teacup with tiny stars all over it. Henry Turner, upon tasting a little while visiting, had the zoomies something fierce for about three hours before passing out in her saucer.

Salazar’s cup was broken a long time ago. Not all the shards were found. 

Davy Jones once pushed Jack off the table, but Jack landed on a chair. His friends managed to get to him, and they upturned Jack’s teacup to reach the tabletop again.

Jack and Will once stole a teacup from Norrington, swinging on teabags. They accidentally broke the cup. Norrington was not happy.

[tiajk]

genuinely tweaking rn because i wanna be an artist but i don’t have the fucking skill nor patience

[sea-owl]

Gothic Featheringtons and childhood friends Phillip and Penelope?

The Featheringtons have a summer home in Gloucestershire. Portia likes to visit there from time to time, despite all that there are more ghosts in the city. Ghosts that died in the wilderness or the countryside with minimal to no other human contact have some the most interesting stories.

It is during one of these trips that Phillip and Penelope met each other. They were both looking for cherries when they just so happened to climb the same tree.

Little Phillip was just looking for a snack while he hid from his father. He sat on one of the branches eating his handful of cherries, and then spitting out the pits.

"Thank you!" A little voice said below him.

Phillip looked below. Sitting on a lower branch was a little girl roughly two years younger than him. She had bright red hair that stood out against her black dress. In her lap is a collection of cherry pits.

"Who are you?" Phillip asked the little girl. "And why do you have all those cherry pits?"

"I'm Penelope!" Penelope greeted. "Mama asked me to get some cherry pits so she can make Papa a cherry pit pie."

"A cherry pie?" Phillip asked.

Penelope shook her head. "No cherry pit pie."

Curious to what a cherry pit pie was, Phillip followed Penelope home.

"Oh! Muy guapo!" Portia gushed when she saw Phillip. "Don't you just look feral! Penelope, where did you find such a handsome boy?"

"In the cherry tree, Mama!" Penelope answered.

Little Phillip was never called handsome before, which was usually reserved for his older brother. All of Phillip's time in the woods as he tried to avoid his father had his nannies and governesses, saying he looked more like a wild child than the son of a lord. He found he rather liked this strange family.

Years later, Penelope rambles off to Eloise about her friend Pip in the countryside, who knows so much about poisonous plants, El! Oh, he's truly brilliant! You must meet him one day!

Violet and Mary, who are having tea with Portia, turn towards the red head. "Pip?" They ask her.

"A family friend from Gloucestershire," Portia answered.

That doesn't help clarify anything to Violet or Mary. The Featherington ladies befriend ghosts and all sort of creepy things if given the chance.

A squeal from Penelope as she runs out the door and across the square has her mother quickly following her.

There was a carriage outside of the Featherington home with a man and two children climbing out. The children were dressed all black clothing. The gentleman had on a lighter green jacket, but the rest of his clothes were also a shade of black.

"Pip!" Penelope exclaimed, quickly hugging the man. After she bent down to pick up the two small children. "Oliver, Amanda, you two look so handsome."

The two children giggle.

"Your father on the other hand," Portia said as she plucked a string from the jacket. "Phillip, who told you to wear such a bright green?"

"It is truly hideous," Felicity said as she came out of the Featherington home.

Phillip sighed. "The tailor was insistent that this would help blend better in London."

"Well, yes, some would wear this," Portia said. "But honestly, you would look so much better in a forest green."

[eorzea80]

Ok. So hear me out...what if Thom survives by being transported to The First? ----- "'Thoma! Please!" "Mr. Exarch! You are far too cautious. As you can see, I've made it down the rail unscathed!" The Crystal Exarch sighs and places his cooler hand against his temples. This new guest is not unwelcome, but rather challenging. "Yes, but this is our commercial district. Our citizens need to pass down those stairs and might want for the use..." He sighs deeply, yet again." ...Of a railing." "...at 6 AM? Really, 'Raha?" The Crystal Exarch starts forward to cover Thom's mouth. Thom pulls up his board against his hands. G'raha starts to flush and spit.

"Thoma, no! These people...how, how do you know? They cannot discover...!" Thom taps the rough of the board against his lips, looking innocently at the stained glass ceiling. "That's a secret of us stick holders. You know I was a Lancer, then a Dragoon for a time. I knew a little of your exploits on Sharlayan...from my wife..." G'raha starts to look pale. He looks pleadingly up at Thom to not destroy his legacy; Minfilia's legacy on The First. Not to destroy what Pryne helped him to accomplish.

Thom pats G'raha on the back and hears a disturbing rattle. His brain spins out, "Not just too stony, also much too thin...damn this guy."

Thom clears his throat. "But miqo'te to mystel," They both soften and smile. G'raha starts to melt with relief, "I'm in for whatever Pryne is in for. Your secret is always safe with me." "Except at dawn, apparently." Thom chuckles at G'raha's admonishment. "Yes, with dawn comes the truth..."

Thom spreads his arms wide around them both, soaking in the sunrise.

"Say, do you want to learn how to ride this thing, O CRYSTAL EXARCH!" He shouts to the ends of Musica Universalis, as vendors creep towards their stands in the dim light. From Philline emerges a small hoot of approval. Hanji-Fae just chuckles. "Goodness no! I couldn't..." "Come on then!" Thom grabs the leader of The Crystarium by the midsection and places his feet firmly on the board. "I know you need a better way to get around than on foot. Let's figure this out, mystel to mystel, understood?" G'raha blushes for a moment. He suddenly can see what Pryne was saying when she looked at the stars around the Crystal Tower, seaching for Thom in the unfixed aether. "Understood." ---- MEANWHILE IN EITHERYS ---- "MS. CARIS!! PLEASE DO NOT SKATE INSIDE THE BAR!" "Oh, Vendingway. You are a stuffed shirt." "MS. CARIS. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. I JUST KNOW YOU ARE SPLITTING THE FLOORBOARDS!"

[heatwa-ves]

hi hello i see youve started aa4, what do you think so far?:D

I like it a lot!!! apollo is great the gavins are great. im particularly fond of kristoph because I love evil blonde men I guess . forsure he and phoenix had a thing going on. I like trucy a lot!! she will never be maya and I miss maya sm babygirl please come back.. im on the trial of the third case and like. man there have gotta be laws protecting this random kid. at least an interpreter??? he has no idea what's going on someone give him a hug. the second case was really fun and silly. apollo is trans I know this it came to me in a vision. im plum kitakis number 1 fan. phoenix continues to be the love of my life. I miss maya. klavier gay as fuck why is he going omg I've never felt this way with a man before 😳😳😳 0.5 seconds after meeting apollo and then keeps on quoting his own love songs to him. bro u are not subtle. I miss franziska I miss maya . why are there no lesbians in this game yet 0/10 worst game of my life. I am still ema skyes number 1 hater btw you guys all like her too much

[gojoest]

appearance matchup for @zonigiri

NOW CLOSED

[blood-orange-juice]

(volume 1568 of Rinn yet again being unhappy with FFXIV. it's a form of love too, I swear)

What captivated me about the Exarch was how he was still very much G'raha. How you meet him in a different world, under a different name, with no hope for any heroic legacy anymore, with the worst impostor syndrome there ever was. A glorified technician of someone else's miracle instead of a hero. And how it's still him. The same theatrical gestures, the same unyielding stubborness.

And it's so clear how he got there from his past bratty self. Any sufficiently huge project would do that to a person, especially one who dreams of greatness. (and he is in fact a hero, in more ways than he could have ever thought of, he just doesn't realise it)

And, strangely, the post-5.3 G'raha doesn't feel like either of them. I know he's supposed to be an amalgam of both, I know how he talks about not knowing who he is anymore, I know he occasionally "does an Exarch". I still don't recognize him. I don't want him to occasionally do an Exarch. I want him to shift roles and personalities and worlds, become someone completely different because that's what the circumstances demand, and still be unmistakably himself. Personality is but a tool after all.

(besides, whatever he does now is not the Exarch, it's a Mary Sue. The Exarch's thing has always been doing uniquely badass things while looking unbelievably pathetic and failing at least for the first five times, usually more)

Maybe I would have preferred young G'raha to walk around with a usb stick of his older self instead of them merging. Let him possess Allagan machines, he has enough style to pull off a Ghost in the Shell scenario. Maybe I would have preferred his soul to possess a clone. Two G'rahas are better than one. I imagine they would have enjoyed it. He is insane enough to do something like that.

But oh well. What's done is done. I'm hoping for a Meracydia expansion because maybe he'll have story relevance and a role to rise up to it again.

[ourbastardofsorrows]

how to get teachers to leave at their contractual time:

evacuate the school because the fire alarm won’t stop going off

[tibialtybalt]

I highly recommend sekiro with no hud, i think the game was secretly designed to be played that way its the only way i play :p + both debuffs of course lol just trust your instincts!

Ngl I don't think I'd adjust to it super easily but I DO believe you!! I've only swapped to it a couple times to take screenshots but it's very pretty like that. I can only imagine how natural it'd make fighting feel

[marionmaverick]

I think l’calem probably grew up as a big fan if the stories of Red Mages. Gry abanian heroes. Adult man a little star struck when he gets ti learn some.

[the-moons-coffin]

unfortunately, due to circumstances (my mother needing sleep) I will not be learning crotchet today

[archive-double-knots]

Philip: and then...get this. day of unity. we get rid of all the witches.

Thomasin, loudly from the back: I RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS.

Caleb, climbing over Thomasin: I RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS TOO.

Thomasin's mother, waving a knife: I GAVE YOU BETTER POTIONS THAN THIS-

Thomasin's dad, solmenly shaking his head: ....i taught you to simp better.