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@maladaptive-ninja
reader: i love how (detail added on a whim) foreshadows (scene that isnt related) youre a GENIUS
me: yes. of course. i absolutely meant to do that.
Mammu! Finius and Ferbingetorix built Rome in a day!
I feel like this also implies that rome is somehow being destroyed by the end of the day
The Emperor Constantine loves Finius and Ferbingetorix's "New Rome" so much that he makes it his new capital and names it after himself.
Yeah that checks out.
What's the doofenschmirtz contraption/scheme of the day?
Doofenric the Ostrogoth (insert jokes about his daughter Vanessa being "Goth" but in the modern sense) invented a City-Mover-Inator to move Rome across the Danube so his Germanic confederation could sack it.
Thankfully, Agent Pericles stops him by redirecting the Inator to Finius and Ferbingetorix's New Rome instead, moving it to the Bosphorus.
While Pericles and Doofenric are fighting over the controls of the Inator, it gets accidentally changed to paint remover mode and then fired at a random direction.
Somewhere nearby a painter just finished coloring the statue of the emperor when suddenly all the paint gets removed.
Painter: Aw...
Painter, giving it a second look: Hmmm... 🤔
Candysseia: What animal even is Pericles?
Finius: We named it "platypus", meaning flat-foot.
Ferbingetorix: On account of his feet being flat.
Candysseia: And where did he come from?
Febingetorix: We have no earthly idea.
Doofenric the Goth: Pericles the- wait, what animal even are you, Agent Pericles?
Pericles: *hands him papyrus*
Doofenric: *reading* A "platypus", meaning flat-foot... oh, on account of your feet being flat!
[post-credits scene]
Doofenric: Wait, you know a platypus named Pericles, too? Is every platypus named Pericles?
Ferbingetorix: As far as we know, yes.
“Ghosts are real” I can see how you could believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story
“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do
unironically love the phrase “but I’m being so brave about it” because truly, like, what other choice do we have in this wretched existence? what a beautiful way to remind yourself to keep going, even if only out of spite
I have this idea for a video game called Are You Out There? where two players control two different alien civilizations and the goal of the game is to invent spaceflight and then manage to find one another in a ginormous universe. You can try to leave signs for each other to find, or send out probes and radio waves, or colonize many systems so you're a bigger target, but its hard because the universe is really big.
Idk just a thought.
you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.
*explodes into a shower of gore and when the red mist clears i'm completely fine but wearing a different outfit*
My students this year have moved up so many times with me that I have ceased to be their favorite or least favorite or most aggravating teacher and just become their Teacher. This has led to such hilarious moments as:
"Ms. T, I can't stand Ms. H, she's so aggravating!"
"Why is she aggravating?"
"She never stops talking!"
"I never stop talking either and you put up with me."
"Ugh, that's different, Ms. T, you're just ... here." (Softly, to himself. "You're always here. Why are you never on vacation?")
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A student asks me to write cards while I'm trying to finish breakfast. Being a disaster with ADD, I try to do that and drink my smoothie and wind up with smoothie everywhere.
One of my other students, shouting at the first one: "Why did you do that? You know she can't do more than one thing at a time!" (They're not wrong.)
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On the way back from lunch, a young man informs me that he can do a cartwheel. Sure, I say, because I have very little forethought. He does not crack his head on the sidewalk, thankfully, but it's definitely not a cartwheel.
"That's not a cartwheel," I inform him. "This is a cartwheel." I do a cartwheel.
The dozen or so other students in my class, sounding more horrified than impressed: "Ms. T! You can't do that!"
Another young man informs us that he can do a front flip. One of the girls in his class looks at me with grave concern, then snaps, "Well, don't," at him, apparently trying to prevent me from also attempting a front flip and cracking my head on the sidewalk. At least someone in the class has some forethought, even if it isn't me.
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And for a bonus, we had "dress like your favorite teacher" day.
One boy, shaking his head. "Ms. T, I can't dress like you. You don't got that drip."
I clear my throat. "Was that the only thing stopping you?"
Another girl frowns at my outfit, then contemplatively says aloud, "Where does Ms. T even get her clothes? Like, who sells that?"
"Thanks sweetie," I say, and a third student reminds all of us that none of this is on topic for our class.
"What will you do without us, Ms. T?" she adds, but five other children immediately inform the class that I will be following them to their next educational foray and then raising their children, so I guess we'll never know.
This is a serious issue, guys