The LibraryHermione: Then, The Giants Revolted Against...Ron: Are You Talking To Yourself?Hermione: It's

The Library Hermione: Then, the giants revolted against... Ron: Are you talking to yourself? Hermione: It's the only way I can have a intresting conversation.

Fives: what question do you think I get a lot? Rex: I don't know? What? Echo: Can you please leave the premises? Rex: ... Why?

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GREETING HUMANS ( and aliens) !!

SAD MATTHEO Riddle xReader

Hp X Marvel

WARNING

DEATH! ABUSE!

YOU ALREADY KNOW MATTHEO.

FIRST YEAR

You got to the platform late so you could have a compartment to yourself as you wanted. At least Mattheo was there. You lived in America but Dumbledore wanted you in Hogwarts. Your father, the famed Captain America, didn't doubt it but Tony knowing about Illvermorny, questioned it. Sending Dumbledore a message, you waited. Dumbledore only said he knew nothing about Illvermorny.

You were born and raised in America. Tony didn't trust it and thought it was a plot to get you back to HYDRA. You were made using Peggy and Steve's DNA. They added the supersoldier serum to it and a bit of Tony's genes. The perfect assassin. Even better when you touched the Power Stone and Time stone at the age of three.

Anyway, they sent Natasha with you to Diagon Alley to get supplies. You easily were able to afford everything and Tony loved galleons. You bumped into Mattheo and immediately hit it off. He was secretly pleased you didn't know about his 'Voldemort's Son' label.

Narcissa and Draco rounded the corner and saw you two talking. Draco was about to interrupt but he was held back. "Staring at YN?"

The duo turned to see Natasha. They immediately shook their heads. You noticed Nat talking to some people who looked scared, but what Nat was holding was better. ICECREAM!!!

You said a rush bye to Mattheo and got your icecream, and went home. You didn't notice but Mattheo was sort of sad you left. He liked all of you. Your happy smile, gentle movements and melodic laugh. Mattheo had a crush on you.

You headed to a random compartment, and looked in. Smiling, you asked to sit. The boy turned, and his frown turned on its head. " Of course!"

You sat next to him and the train door opened again. In filed, Blaise,Pansy, Theodore,Lorenzo and Draco. Draco noticed you and nodded slightly, not telling you to leave because he knew Mattheo liked you. Theodore got the gist and shut up. Pansy greeted you kindly as well as Lorenzo. The door opened again revealing Hermione. "Have y-" Draco glared. "No!" And slammed the door shut. The girl behind it was shook and stalked away.

Theodore and Draco discussed Harry Potter. You talked to Pansy and she filled you in about the school. Mattheo purely looked at you, taking you in.

WILL MAKE PT 2!!!!!

Yoda is something else

Obi-Wan: *gently massaging Anakin’s wittle palms while talking about the importance of proper hand care and why little padawans shouldn’t bathe in motor oil before beddy-byes* -and that’s the seventeenth reason you are the bane of my existence, yes yes, you cause Master soooo much stress! Naughty!

Anakin: *happy purrs and cuddles*

Entire Jedi Council: …

Mace: I swear to god Kenobi, if you don’t stop babytalking that twenty-five year old man-

Yoda: Familiar, this situation is…

Plo: *amused* Yes, I seem to remember Qui-Gon acting much the same way when Obi-Wan was this age.

Mace: *throwing a balled up flimsi at Obi-Wan’s head* force, stop that! It’s giving me force-hives! Padme won’t stop messaging me asking where her husband is, send him home already!

Obi-Wan: Hmmm… kick me off the council and I’ll stop bothering you with it.

Mace: Done.

Yoda: Not your decision alone, that is.

Mace: *hissing* you old troll either they go or I do but I’m not dealing with their codependent bullshit today, I’ve already encountered four shatterpoints while his antichrist children were in my presence today, I’m done here, I’m just so done.

Anakin: *falling asleep half in Obi-Wan’s lap* Just tell Leia to stop it. She doesn’t give me visions if I don’t bother her.

Mace: …did you just imply she can /stop/ force visions with her abilities???

Yaddle: what the fuck…

Yoda: Delightfully terrifying, she is!

Mace: That’s it, I quit, I’m retiring, I’m not dealing with this-

Anakin: Awwww, you can’t retire, Luke likes you.

Mace: He gives me anxiety! He always has a bunch of shatterpoint bubbles floating around him!

Anakin: Alright, how did you get over Obi-Wan’s weird force bubbles when he was tiny and constantly looking for you because babies love their finders?

Mace: I spontaneously learned teleportation one year. And forgot how to do it when the panic died down.

Anakin: There’s the trick, then.

Mace: I hate it here.

Yoda: Love Jedi, I do!

ANTI-CAPITALIST AFFIRMATIONS

i am allowed to spend my time creating things, even if they are not beautiful.

there is no such thing as a "real job." all forms of work are real and valid.

there is nothing that i need to accomplish to be worthy. i am already worthy.

doing nothing is good for my soul.

i am not defined by what i produce.

my worth cannot be measured by my paycheck, my job title, or a list of professional or academic achievements.

i do not need to monetize my hobbies, it is enough to spend time doing something i love.

i will not let society decide what success looks like. i can define what successful life looks like for me.

TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 19

Wrecker: *lifting weights* Omega: Wow… He's so intense!  Omega: I wonder what drives him.  Wrecker, internally: Oh I am going to be SO good at giving hugs.

Crosshair: What have I done wrong?!  Echo: Everything. For your entire life.

Omega: Guys! I found a 100 dollar bill! Omega: *looks around* ….Should I keep it? Echo: Omega, just do the right thing. Crosshair: And put in your bag. Echo: No—

Crosshair: I prevented a murder today. Omega: Really? That’s amazing! How did you do that? Crosshair: Self-control.

Mayday: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying. Crosshair: And? Mayday: And you are.

Hunter: When I die I want Crosshair to lower me into my grave so he can let me down one last time.

Wrecker: I was just diagnosed with deez. Echo: Good, I hope it’s lethal.

Echo: Compliment me. Crosshair: You have eyes. Echo: Yeah, that works.

Echo: Don’t say a word.  Wrecker: Fergalicious.  Echo: Wrecker, I said no words.  Wrecker: Oh, I see how it works. Two weeks ago, we’re playing Scrabble, it’s not a word, now suddenly it is a word because it’s convenient for you.

Hunter: What do we say when life disappoints us?  Crosshair: Called it!  Hunter: No.

Crosshair: What is wrong with you? Hunter: Many, many things...  Hunter: And most of them are your fucking fault.

Tech: Hunter? I mixed redbull with coffee and now I can see sounds, should I worry?  Hunter: Tech, I swear to god—

Omega: I don’t want to talk about it.  Crosshair: Good, I don’t wanna hear about it.

Tech: I have a plan. Hunter: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it. Tech: … Hunter: … Tech: I no longer have a plan.

Omega: What’s your biggest fear? Mayday: I am incredibly arachnophobic. Omega, under her breath: You don’t want spiders to get married?

Mayday: Is… Is that meant to be on fire?  Tech: No… not really.  Mayday: Are you going to do something about it?  Tech: Hm… nah.

Echo: What kinds of sounds annoy you?  Hunter: Are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones?  Echo, now interested: Lets say imaginary.  Hunter: Spiders wearing flip flops.

Mayday, looking at the squad: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

Tech: Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like? Hunter: Do you make any other kind?

Crosshair: In alcohol’s defense, I’ve done some pretty dumb shit while completely sober too.

Jesse: I hate you! Crosshair: Wow! So much in common already!

Crosshair: Am I a good person? No. But do I try to be better every single day? Also no.

Tech, talking to Tarkin: With all due respect, which is none…

Tech: I have an idea. Echo: I have the hospital and Rex on speed dial.

Tech: Tech, I think we have a problem. Wrecker: What, the fire? Tech: No, the- wait, what fire? Wrecker: Oh forget about it, this sounds more interesting.

Crosshair: I was arrested for being too cool. Mayday: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Wrecker: Do you even, cuddle, bro? Do you even lift, bro… each other up with kindness? Do you tell your loved ones that you care about them regardless of who is listening? DO YOU EVER RESOLVE CONFLICTS, EMOTIONAL ISSUES THROUGH COMPROMISE AND COMPASSION RATHER THAN ANGER AND DENIAL?!

Tech: Did you just refer to a knife as a “people-opener”? Crosshair: Crosshair: …Should I not have?

Tech: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are. Hunter: Okay? Tech: … Tech: … Tech: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so—

Mayday: You know what your problem is? Crosshair: I only have one?

Wrecker: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup? Tech: The afterlife, I guess.

Wrecker: You look really stressed. Hunter: Haha, it’s the stress.

Crosshair: “Ladies and gentlemen” is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lengthy, and honestly, I’m falling asleep already. “Cowards” on the other hand, is inclusive to all genders, to the point, and dramatic.

Wrecker: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”. Crosshair: *looks over at Tech and Phee* Crosshair: Is it “sexual tension”?

Hunter: I have a question. Wrecker: Shoot. Hunter: Is the S or C in scent silent? Echo: Fuck you, I’m going to be thinking about this all day. Wrecker: Okay well, cent is pronounced the same way as scent so I’m gonna say the S is silent. Hunter: Okay, but sent is also spelled the same way. Echo: The holonet says that the C was added in the late seventeenth century, so I guess the S is silent. Crosshair: Plot twist, both the S and the C are silent and the E actually makes the sss sound. Echo: Crosshair is not allowed to talk anymore.

Hunter: Let’s not Crosshair this into a worse situation than it already is. Crosshair: Did you just use my name as a verb?

Omega: Hey, do you know anyone who can teach me to play the trumpet? Tech: Why? Omega: I want to wander around playing it to annoy Crosshair. Tech: Technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play the trumpet well for that. Omega: Tech you have opened my eyes.

Hunter: Ok so, apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress.

Crosshair: I’m never donating blood ever again. Crosshair: The second you walk through the door, it’s just one invasive question after another! Crosshair: ‘Where did you get it?’ 'Why is it in a bucket?’ I mean, do you want it or not?

Wrecker: Are you alright? Crosshair: Short answer or long answer? Wrecker: Short? Crosshair: No. Wrecker: Long? Crosshair: Nooooooo.