Bacara: Well, Generals Went To Council Meeting And We Got Our Free Times. I'm Gonna Check My New Space

Bacara: Well, Generals went to Council meeting and we got our free times. I'm gonna check my new space powersuits.

Cody: I'm going to check my General's schedule. To check he get some deserved sleep. What about you boys?

Wolffe: <visibly trembling with nervous>

Rex: <Shouting in distance>

Bacara:

Cody: What the kark.

Wolffe: ...I need to be next to my General... He might be danger even in meeting... There was a bombing so nowhere is safe...

Rex: YES, FINALLY! I'M SAFE FROM GENERAL'S DISASTER!!

Bacara:

Cody:

Wolffe: Bacara, buddy I need to borrow your Comm to contact with General Koon, please. Mine got banned from him while meetings, but I can't wait anymore.

Bacara: Then think about why did you got banned, Wolffe...

Rex: Cody, you won't believe what General Skywalker did again this week...!

Cody: Calm down, Rex. Just calm down...

Ki-Adi: ...Why my comm is beeping right now.

Obi-wan: Anakin, what have you done.

Anakin: Why are you assuming it's mine!? I did something this week but this is not mine!

Plo: What

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?

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.

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.

Extinguished p3

BLOOD!!!!!

Mattheo was ridden with fear. what had happened to you? You never appeared at school, and Mattheo was slipping in school. He got more detentions and had a shorter fuse. Finally, you appeared, Cedric and Hannah yelled, "Y/N!" His ears perked up, looking at you. You wore a long-sleeved maroon shirt, black gloves, black leather skirt, and a beret. You smiled, but the usual joy behind them has disappeared.

You never got much sleep, as they were just nightmares, terrifying and very vivid. You jolted awake. The moonlight illuminated the room, your hands grazed your neck, two small indents to your skin. A week ago, those small indents were wired, and every time they were removed your crimson blood had run down the sign. you simply stayed awake the whole night, rocking yourself.

No sleep made you a bit of a recluse. You only had two friends, Cedric was popular, man had women chasing him for miles. Hannah just started dating Justin Finch Fetchley. She had no time for you.

"Hey Hannah!" Y/N smiled as she walked up to her. Hannah and Justin's arms were linked. Justin rolled his eyes, while Hannah chirped "Hey Y/N!" Y/n's smile dropped for a second before asking " You still up for tonight?" You, Hannah, Hermione, Luna and Ginny were going to hang out in the Gryffindor Common Room. She saw Mattheo, who she had secretly liked. When Y/N was away, Her, the slytherin boys and the girls they were going to meet, played a game of truth or dare. Theodore had asked Mattheo,'who is your crush?' . He confidently said " Y/N." She shook her head, "No. But, I'll come if Mattheo comes."

You spin around to see him, and he nods. "sure i guess?" Hannah and Justin walked off, and Mattheo turned to you. "Y/N, I'm s-s-sorry for how I treated you." Being the caring person you are, you nod, and smile. He smiles and walks off.