My team is like the Avengers except instead of different superpowers we all have different personality disorders.

The real End Game!

Everybody is waiting for the next avengers movie, while I'm waiting for Golang 1.12.

Working on a project needing to integrate java, jquery, SQL, various aspects of Android unix manipulation i.e. rotation, gps, music players, etc..needs to successfully build and after getting finally getting all needed repository files, work in android studio then be converted into an apk, compressed sent to instuctor's device for seemless use...this group project included 6 individuals teamed up like avengers to complete...my team mates either dropped the class or with drew.fml with a hammer sideways.

Everyone seems to enjoy posting their debuggers so meet the team:
Slash, Classic Duck, Varys, and a Son of the Harpy repainted to look like my D&D character courtesy of my roommate

I was trying to watch Captain America civil war, and since I wasn't understanding where half of the character me from I looked for an article explaining them, so I realized I had skipped some movies of the series and around it, now find myself in a Marcel marathon from the 2003 and on. Avengers, x-men, iron man's, captain America's, ant - man. Gotta skip work tomorrow xD

Every time a new hype thing appeared, I was annoyed, like "kids these days and their tiktoks".

But at some point in time, this pattern of mine changed completely. I don't know how it happened, I don't know when it happened, but now I experience... acute nostalgia?

I miss Elon Musk and his twitter fanbase. I miss tiktok. I feel like a time traveller who went into their past, which is our present, to experience the cultural landmarks once again, because their time here is limited, and tomorrow they will have to go back.

I miss my autism problems and mental health uphill battle. I miss avengers and thanos. I miss metaverse.

Oh, and also... I miss you.

the universe of Amazon

here meet the team avengers.. united with batman and superman. somebody tell this seller to cross check ©

this is how my mind processes gods and religions.

comparing to the current time, they are comparable to the movies.

like 'The Avengers' - 1, 2, 3, etc

they are the stories, for ENTERTAINMENT, of that time.

and along the way, they twisted and turned the scripture.

and the fans became the followers.

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