#meg teaches

[incognito-princess]

My advanced reading group was so off task today that I told them that every time they get off task 5 fairies die. One of the girls shrieked, "FERRETS!!!" "No fairies. You just killed 5 fairies!!" Then I thought that someone might complain, so I said, "But it's okay, because you can alway bring a fairy back to life by clapping." So we clapped our fairies back to life. And then because we were studying the Inca I went on amazon to see what Inca style products I could fine (I was legit looking for Peruvian textiles to show them) and kept interrupting their work to show them things.

This is how the last month of school goes in 3rd grade.

#meg teaches #and is sometimes the problem #clap for some of the fairies we killed today

[pastelpaperplanes]

this megatron is just so sweet and gentle with the kids it absolutely. DESTROYS ME.

#GAMPAW🥺💕 #someone get this man a mentee of his own STAT #he’s just so eager to teach and he’s so patient with them oh my goDDD #no wonder tfe megs absolutely dominated the wifeatron poll #my heart can’t take it just my brain isn’t working that way okay the post is over goodbye now #transformers #tfe megatron #tfe spoliers #transformers earthspark #Earthspark spoilers #transformers Earthspark spoilers

[bramblequeen]

Halloween time again, woooo! Decided to stray from the usual Halloween Town aesthetics that dominate the KH fandom at this point of the year and just do a good old fashioned dress up/cosplay

Went with one Trio I love to dress up as another Triad I adore.

#bramble arts #kingdom hearts #sora #kairi #riku #kh3 #kingdom hearts 3 #hades game #hades supergiant #destiny trio #sorikai #zagreus hades #thanatos hades #megaera hades #funnily enough I can imagine them all gettin on well with their counterparts #Meg definitely feels like she’d be a big sister/mentor to Kairi and would teach her to kick ass

[incorrect-sunflower-sibs]

Meg: Omg, bisexual lightning!

Lester: No Meg that’s the police, hit the gas.

#s: unknown #Apollo teaching Meg to drive #trials of apollo #incorrect quotes #incorrect riordanverse #lester papadopoulos #meg mccaffrey

[starlightphil]

*insert drumroll here* …The DNP Book Cult Discord server is now live! Here's the link!

"What the fuck is the dnp book cult?" I hear you ask. Simple: the dnp book cult is a Discord server dedicated to both Dan Howell & Phil Lester and books. We’ll discuss our favorite books, authors we love - literally anything bookish - and Dip and Pip at the same time.

A huge shout out to my friend moons for testing everything and helping me fix my mistakes! Please tell me if you have suggestions, questions, or notice any issues in the server. I might be a millennial/gen z cusp but I'm a bit of a boomer when it comes to Discord lmao. I have ideas for more channels, roles, etc so stay tuned!

#dan and phil #dan howell #phil lester #amazingphil #dan and phil games #phandom #dnpgames #dapgames #daniel howell #dnp book cult #meg speaks #i called it a cult instead of a club because we're insane (affectionate) and it amuses me #right now the main item on my to do list is setting up color roles #shout out to my brother for teaching me stuff haha

[redhatmeg]

Blackbeard: Ace, become my nakama! Rule the world with me! First I will kill Straw Hat Luffy and then go for Whitebeard.

Ace: Bitch, are you for real? I came after you because you killed your camrade on the crew which I consider my family. Also Luffy is my younger brother, so no, I won't be your fucking nakama. Eat shit.

#meg rewatches one piece #one piece #marshall d. teach #portgas d ace

[10hourshift]

I gave it a shot at the ship tier list :p

(disclaimer I didn't give it much thought and made it on my phone, so it's very crunchy :/)

Context for each tier

Otp: the ones I've liked since forever, for a lot of reasons, or no reason (they are in order of which I like more to less)

HEAR ME OUT!!!: some I like above others, there's some special reasons

I like it: I've seen em around, I think they are cool. Nothing else

Founy: either saw someone else ship them and thought it was interesting, or just came in the moment after seeing it on the tierlist

It's ok Ig: Fine, no notes.

What: threw me off guard when I saw it, idk

I don't care: I don't care

I don't like it: I don't vibe w them

#ok so HEAR ME OUTT!! #bonnnie x toddy. funny. they get together and bon suffers. b teaches t how to play guitar or smth #meg x felix AND fred x maggie. sometimes a guy can be a lesbian. SOMETIMES (hc this happens w onnie x toddy too) the oposite is bon x maggie #that one is two times homophobic #fred x cami. fred x fox. freddy x bonnie. bear w me. they're cool. they are rlly cute #toddy x meg. toddy x maggie. lesbeabs #freddy x fred. got indoctrinated by my brother. rlly cool #puppet x freddy. puppet x fred. i have eyes that saw season 2. i rest my case #midnight rambles

[charmac]

Glenn Howerton boykisser?

#what the hell #im baffled #he did this #but wont do it as dennis reynolds #like theres no fucking way. #glenn this was a DECADE. ago #LITERALLY 2013 and its 2023 #MAKE DENNIS REYNOLDS HAVE SEX WITH A MAN PLEASEEEEEEE GLENN IM ON M Y KNEES. #you know its canon you’re just afraid to speak the words #you don’t need the dudebro audienc eplease #let dennis transcend gender while we're here #meg teach glenn about he/they/she pronouns #ok im done #oc

[essektheylyss]

D&D session today was very funny for having split party adventures that were WILDLY disparate, like

Old-ass mythical creature camp staff (gnome rogue, satyr wizard): staking out a mole, hiding in trash cans and trees like slapstick comedy detectives, plotting to rig a paint can door trap, teaching a couple ex-mafia fey with 9 int to read

Teenage human camp counselors (ranger, monk, druid): getting high on mushrooms, going underwater adventuring, having an intense spiritual moment with the camp goddess and debating divine multiclass options

#megs is playing dnd #also definitely going to be attempting to teach my mafia friends some spells so we have some eldritch knight allies to fight the bbeg later

[tcmmxgo]

Children of Tyche are great at blackjack and poker as lucks almost always on their side. They aren't allowed to be alone around little kids as they teach little kids how to play blackjack and poker, and it concerns every other camper + Chiron. Mr. D likes playing against the Children of tyche.

#a weekly game against children of tyche and Mr. d #Athena kids never let them teach their cabin membership #pjo hoo toa #Lester watched them teach Meg

[incognito-princess]

It got really windy at dismissal today. I walked a kindergartener out to the parking lot to wait for his mom. We were pretending to be blown away by the wind and my acting must have been too good. The kindergartener said, "Hold my hand so you don't blow away!" Thanks little guy!!!

#meg teaches #and likes to hang out with kinders #for a limit of 15 minutes

[mcltiples]

CONFESSION Meme || accepting

@countlessrealities sent; 🤑 Confession about one a purchase receiver muse made and wants no one to find out about. [[ for Evil Morty 🤭 ]]

At the desk, the president's lips curled in a smile. Oh, so they wanted to get personal and more candid with him, didn't they? Well, no matter. If that's what they wanted, then that's surely what they would get.

He took out a book from the underside drawer of the desk. Setting it in the middle so it could be shown off easily. A book on how to flirt. Something that other people would find embarrassing and hide away. But right now, he didn't feel any shame in it.

"You see, I have two relationships I have to keep up with," He began, sat up straight in his chair, confident as ever. "And I'm not very good at the whole flirting thing, so, I figured why not let a book teach me." He ended that sentence with a shrug.

#countlessrealities #{ answers. ✦ } #{ ic ; 🧭 evil morty } #{ 🤭🤭 well his secret is out he has a book to teach him how to flirt fshdjkf } #{ i'm surprised he's not more ashamed of it but i guess he knew someone had to find out fsdhjk } #{ i wonder what Meg or your E-Morty will have to say about this xD }

[ventiswampwater]

hey hi someday when u have like ten minutes would u teach me how to write please??? just cause that itty bitty lil snippet you just shared made me physically ill and altered my brain chemistry permanently. if u could just like........sneeze on me......maybe everything will be okay????

dsjhjdsfhjfdshjdfs MEG HOW DARE U SAY THIS WHEN EVERYTHING U WRITE HAS MY BRAIN ON FIRE

just for u, I dredged out the rest of that absolute horrorshow. it's been gathering dust in my docs for months

it's weird speculative fucknonsense like, oh shit!!! boseph and the reader are stuck in a timeloop!!!! an ouroboros of pain and misery!!! it's all v confusing out of context but I definitely.........wrote it jdsfhjhdfsjhdfsj

1. 

"There has to be something wrong with you." Your mother looks at him across the kitchen table. He brought tulips. You can't tell if she's wearing her face or someone else's. 

"There's something wrong with everybody, mama." You've never called her that. Is that your mother? Is that his? You don't remember her hair being that shade, but your memory isn't what it used to be. 

"I hurt her on purpose." Sometimes it seems like he's grown more teeth and they're crowding into his mouth. They've gone sharp again. Wait, look at the flowers on the table. Carnation now. 

"So, you got a brother?"

He has two. Two and you've kissed both of them. You'll do it again. They know what your cunt tastes like. He doesn’t, he tells you. He never will. Because that's a place of rot, of death. But you wake up with a tongue inside you because he's between your legs again, practicing penance.

He must not mind blood. He must not mind decay on his tongue. He must taste his brothers. Maybe he misses them. 

“Where have you been, my love? My sweet girl. You left one day and you never came back.”

And you say 

Mama, I'm sorry, I've just been real busy. 

Busy doing what? Getting hurt? You're growing up, baby. I can't stop you from getting big. No matter what I do, I can’t. 

And you know, you know, because suddenly you're sitting on her side of the table wearing her skin and your son is holding some girl's hand. And she's looking at you and telling you that she hurts him on purpose sometimes. Because he asked her to, he begged her like a slut, and he’s so pretty when he takes himself apart in front of her. She knows what his blood tastes like. She wants more. 

Do you love my baby? Do you have any siblings? Will he leave one day and never come back? 

Do you love me on purpose sometimes or is it always an accident?

2. 

His cum tastes like mercury from a broken thermometer. Oranges with sugar sprinkled over them. Home. Wait. Wrong boy, same face. You got a little confused. It's understandable. You can't help yourself. You want to scoop out your insides and give them to him to eat. He'd do it nicely, if you ask politely. 

There are rules here, gorgeous. We weren’t raised by wolves.

3.

You’re leaning on the pool cue. You look like you did the first day, in your pretty little clothes, the flush of health in your cheeks. In this dream, you reached Baton Rouge. He meets you here. He’ll always meet you here. This is his favorite bar. He’s always here, he’s a regular.

“Need a partner?”

“Don’t know.” You wink at him. “Are you okay with losing?”

“Feisty.”

“This time, yeah.” You smile at him. You’ve got lipstick on. He wants to smear it down your chin. 

4.

“Why did you do that?” Your voice is small, gurgled around the blood on your teeth. He likes the way the crown of your head is wet with blood. 

“Why you think?” He stands in the doorway to the basement. You’re in the chair and you’re dead, but so is he. 

“Tell me, please. Tell me.” You hiss. “I love your voice.”

“I missed ya’.” He hears the words echo in his head, fifty feet high in neon. 

“I thought I would give it a try again, you know.” Your voice is a dirty croak. “Just to see.”

“And whatchu find out?”

“We always end up back here.” You smile at him. “You took a different road this time. I haven’t been there in a while.”

“Didn’t notice.”

“You know, we got a hotel room up in the city once. I made you buy me wine.”

“Sounds nice.”

“I was hoping this was the one where we walked on the boardwalk. Before.” His initials trickle down your arm. “I don’t know why.”

“How many times we been down here?”

“Couple times." You hiccup out a laugh. "I like your shirt. You look good.”

“Night, baby.”

5.

He's fucked you or you've fucked him. He's not sure where the ache is coming from or where it's all supposed to go but someone can't sit down. There's a bag of peas in the fridge. 

6.

You’re a tableau of gore, blood soaked through your nightgown. Your head sloshes unevenly on your shoulders. He can see the window through the shotgun blast in your eye. It’s dark out there. You clasp your hands and hum, busying yourself with the stove. You leave muddy footprints on the floor, the bottom of your nightgown sodden. 

He sinks to his knees in the kitchen. You thread a hand through his hair, tugging his head up to look at you. Dripping with murky water, leaving parts of you everywhere. 

“Where are we?”

“Heaven.” You smile at him. Blood drips onto his face. 

“How long we been here?”

“I’m not sure.”

Are you cooking tonight, baby? Are we having peas, am I having you, down my throat and inside me and in my blood? Are we going to bed again or are we going to church? There’s a hole in your head and I’ll fuck it. I’ll fill you up because you love me. Because we’re having a baby, mama. We’re having a baby! I’m gonna be a daddy. You’re sitting in the waiting room and you’ve had the baby and I’m showing you pictures of him at baseball practice. What are you making? Let me help. Please. 

“You ain’t never gonna get tired of this?”

“Of course not. Never. I love you.”

7. 

You sit in an apartment living room. There’s Halloween decorations still up—it’s May, isn’t it? and a collection of half-eaten takeout boxes on the coffee table. Lazy fucks. You can hear the city outside the window. Where are you again? Does it matter? You look into the bedroom. They’re playing a card game. 

“Lick your partner's boot, yay or nay?” 

“Gross. Nay.” The version of you on the bed wrinkles her nose. “Question time. Where did we meet?”

“Uh. Huh…uh.” The him on the bed screws up his brow, sticks his tongue out in mock-confusion. He looks out at the living room, grinning. “Ya’ know this one?”

“House party.” The Him you know leans into the bedroom, resting his head on the frame. He’s bleeding from the back of his head. You shot him. There’s no exit wound. That’s your blood. “It’s a fuckin’ dump in here.”

“Bingo!” The boy on the bed folds his fingers into the shape of a gun. Taps them on the girl’s forehead. She’s wearing a t-shirt they bought in some backwater town last year. 

“You can’t do that! I don’t have a phone-a-friend! She won’t even talk to me.” The you that sits on the bed has chipped nail polish. She’s pouting. And suddenly he’s kissing her, and the cards are slipping off the bed. 

“Are you ever one of them?” You ask Him. 

He shakes his head. 

“I’m always out here watchin’. I dunno who the fuck that is.”

And he asks you “Which one do you want?” while you’re reaching for the knife in the kitchen and you want to say him, because you can hear them fucking in the other room and she’s giggling. They went on vacation and he drove. He had his keys, you guess. She’s giggling and there are flies buzzing around the takeout and suddenly you guess that this might just be a dump anyway. He’s right. He’s always right, except when he’s turning down the back roads. Then he’s left. 

If you could find your fucking keys, we could get out of here. You stupid fuck. Please kiss me again. 

So you tell him “Her.” and he presses himself against your back and you ache because you aren’t full, you aren’t hurt. He hasn’t actually fucked you yet. It might be another thousand years until he does again. 

Where were you at the party? Which room did we meet in? Did you fuck me in the bathroom? Did we ever go on that trip? I’ve got questions, please, please, daddy. Haven’t I been good? Don’t I deserve to know? Why don’t we ever wake up as them? Why do I have to listen to him fuck her? Why is she laughing? 

“Don’t make us wait all fuckin’ day!” The him in the other room calls out. “The next card is voyeurism!”

“Yay or nay?” 

You eat the rest of the chow mein. The maggots taste like love. 

8.

Your son calls you by your name. You haven’t heard it in years. 

Daddy’s a photographer, baby. He takes pictures of weddings. He takes pictures of the sky.

“I found more in Pa’s drawer.” He chokes around air, his words coming out in watery gulps. He stares at you through your eyes. You see him without seeing him. You see yourself.

“What were you doing in there, baby?” You hear your voice behind you, curled beside your ear. It comes from the door and the window and the wallpaper—and then deeper still, in the core of the house, bleeding.  

“I was lookin’ for a gun.” 

The floor underneath you splinters and you bottom out. You’re in the caverns snaking under the town and the church pews. You’re not in any of those places, either. The fuzz of television static is back, crowding around you and pushing you between the jagged hopping of the lines as they jitter around your skull. 

“Baby.” You gather him into your arms, pulling him into the crook of your neck. He sobs. His grip is too tight. You’ve been here before, but never like this. The static hisses into glittering points of light. The front of your dress is soaked with tears, with the blubber of drool from his mouth as he babbles that 

he didn’t know why he did that, because daddy always keeps his guns in the living room, and he knows that, but he went in anyway because maybe he’d forgotten this time—

Your lightning bug boy with baby fat still in his cheeks, skimmed off the edges to make room for a face that began and ended with you. Half-man already, limbs too big for the space he occupied. The remnants of the boy on the roof, a bruise blooming on his cheek. Your heart walking around and growing teeth. 

—and maybe maybe mama, I could. I could. 

I know how. 

“Baby. You gotta go put all that back.” Your voice is a whisper of smoke above the treeline.

“How long you been here, mama?”

You can see yourself on the set of drawers over the top of his head. She smiles at you.

9. 

You're at the top of the ferris wheel and you ask him if you can stay here. He tells you that you're stupid, that if you stayed here you would die. You're too high up. Eventually all the air would go out of your lungs and the amusement park would fall out from underneath your feet. You stupid slut, take it, choke on it, choke on it for daddy. Keep calling me that, I'm gonna come. Fair season is ending. Everything's gotta end eventually. Except for this, right? You celebrate the harvest, you tuck a cigarette in his back pocket. For luck, for love. If you stayed here, maybe you could see past the top of the trees. Maybe you could see the smoke.

Are you trying to fucking LEAVE me, baby? 

Don't leave yet. 

Hold your breath. I like being up here with you. 

10. 

So many gods, but only one church. An old western plays on the theater screen. It's the idea of a different world. This town ain't big enough for the both of us. It never was.

#u did not ask for this but I gave it to u bc I am INCAPABLE of shutting tf up tonight djhfdjhdfjhdfsj #anyways ily meg can u teach ME how to write #FR!!!!!! #asks #visceravalentines #sinclair brainrot hours #this is pre-writing sanguine and u can absolutely tell lmao hdjhdfjsh #I was on some other shit fr

[no1ryomafan]

The curse of being so knowledgeable on older animes is going to suck irl for as long as I live where I am-which is probably permanent rip-because man I wish it was possible from a education stand point for people to learn about the history of it. How anime has become such a phenomenon and one of the greatest works from across the global that has so much history to it that people in the west hardly know about unless they dig for it themselves. It’s something that deserves to have classes taught about it, deserves to have people learn and watch the all time classics that MADE anime-

but the issue with that is “even if anime popular it’s not apart hugely apart of our culture when it comes to how it was made and you can’t really show off most older works because they are long as fuck in a school that no student could reasonably stay on top of it” so this is never happening ever.

#meg text #brought to you by “I’m once again sad to be living in a normie society” #nothing even happened my anime club hasn’t started yet + I’m no longer attending frequently for reasons #but I think about how it doesn’t matter the anime discussion I’m apart of I just know more then the average #and I don’t ego stroke it’s more so “have to restrain from INFO DUMPING USELESS INFORMATION” #Also putting aside the glaring realism even if I did something like- only assigning important eps or picking shorter iterations #no one would be teaching this class besides me and I’d be a awful fucking teacher 💀 #I give props to the tisms who want to be teachers but for me? Nowhere near cut out for it #I would be awful with grading assignments how I word stuff and might get snippy with kids #(I tolerate kids but if a student of mine were to say something dumb I would be blunt 😭) #I really should just make my own blog site or something man #if this fixation continues any longer (it likely will)

[redhatmeg]

On the one hand, the showdown between Ace and Blackbeard demonstrates how terrifying Teach's darkness ability can be, and sets up him as a formidable opponent for Luffy. It was clear for me for a long time that Blackbeard will be the final boss of this anime.

On the other hand, now when I know what happens to Ace next, I feel sad and kinda disappointed, you know. In my opinion, Ace should stay free for a little longer, maybe stumble upon Straw Hats once or twice. I feel like those episodes on Arabasta weren't satisfying enough. And then, in Impel Down Oda got some weird ideas for Ace and the rest is just history.

#meg rewatches one piece #one piece #marshall d. teach #portgas d ace

[artemis-musings]

And I don't think I can stop the jealousy

When it comes, it comes like waves and I can't breathe

And I don't think I can stop the jealousy

When it runs, it runs like lightening through my teeth

I want you to tell me what to do

I want you to tell me what you need

When you look at me like you do

Don't leave, I just can't get enough

I just can't get enough

#dummies in love #edward teach born on a beach #blackbeard #Stede bonnet #Edward teach #our flag means gay #our flag means death #ofmd gifs #ofmd #the way they look at each other #jealousy #jealous sea #Meg myers #lyrics for days #black bonnet #blackbonnet #stedeward #ofmd playlist #Spotify