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EDIT: I have 1 more man to include. The water tribe dilf himself

Hakoda

I will always simp for this man

But if these men came up to me. I would simp for them as well

Cause damn. Why can’t they be in real life?

And I just realized something. They are all firebenders. They got the good genes.

Matt and tfaws Bucky would be disasters together and I love them regardless. Neither of them would have a full braincell between them and that’s ok I love them anyways- ∩^ω^∩

Ok but this idea has had me laughing for DAYS, because these two—I love them, but there truly would be precisely zero sense, which means Sam and Reader would essentially be left to manage the two of them and their insanity, which would be hysterical. So have this thing I managed to put together in between everything else of these two being, well, themselves.

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The four of you were pinned down under heavy gunfire. You’d only just managed to barricade yourselves behind some overturned steel tables before the firefight had started, and now you all were crouched low, bullets whining past overhead and steadily chipping away at the plaster walls behind you. Trapped on the eighth floor, at least two of you—Sam with his wings, and Bucky with his, well, super-soldier-ness—could have taken the leap out a window, but that wasn’t quite an option when this many people were shooting at you. 

“How are there this many?” Sam shouted. He tried to edge up over the table to look but a renewed burst of gunfire had him ducking back down. “This is way more than—what happened to counting?!” 

“Dude, I can’t believe we’re fighting Captain America!”

“I mean, I counted the guys on the first eight floors,” Matt said, managing to look sheepish even with his face half-covered by his mask. 

You and Sam turned to stare at him, and you blinked in disbelief. “D, there are ten floors.”

He licked his lips. “I figured most of them would be on the botto—”

“Ten floors, D!” you bellowed. 

“In his defense,” Bucky said easily, looking entirely unbothered as he reloaded his clip, “wasn’t like we weren’t going in even with all of them. I don’t see the issue.”

“Someone’s about to throw a home-made grenade, but the fuse is too long,” Matt said helpfully. “Just toss it back when it gets here.”

“Grenade!” came a shout from across the room, and a moment later a grenade did indeed plunk down by Bucky’s feet. He reached out and picked it up, chucking it back. Panicked shouts cut above the sound of gunfire as people scattered, and then a distant thud rattled the floorboards. 

“I told you not to throw those shitty grenades, Todd!”

“The issue,” Sam grit out, trying to bring everyone back around, “is that we could have been prepared if we knew how many guys there were.”

“Why didn’t you do your bird thing?” Bucky leaned up, firing off a few shots before ducking back down just in time to avoid return fire. “Coulda sent your red canary in to scope it out.”

“Redwing! His name is Redwing, and that would be great if you hadn’t damaged him trying to make him carry takeout from ten differe—”

“If we could focus on the men trying to kill us,” you groaned “that would be great.”

Bucky gestured towards the other side of the room. “Look, if you think about it, we have ‘em where we want ‘em. All grouped up.”

“Grouped up and shooting at us,” you muttered. “And I’m out of bullets.”

“I’ve got a metal arm.” Bucky waved his arm in demonstration. “It’s fine.”

“That is helpful,” Matt agreed.

“Some of us are not super soldiers!” You pointed at Sam. “Mortal!” Then you pointed at yourself and Matt. “Mortal, and in case you forgot, D? You too: mortal!” 

“Jesus Christ, Todd, stop throwing—”

“Grenade!”

This time it was Matt that reached up, plucking the grenade from the air. Then he shifted and leaned around the side of the table just far enough to toss the grenade back. It rebounded off the wall, skittering its way across the floor. Once more came the thunderous sound of footsteps as people darted out of the way, followed by startled screams and a muffled bang! 

“Holy shit! That was Daredevil! That was—”

“I swear to God, Todd, you throw one again—” 

Sam slowly pounded his head back against the table. “Why did we think we should put these two together?”

“Hubris,” you said grimly.

Matt reached over and patted your leg.  

“I have an idea,” Bucky said, nodding to himself. “So they have grenades, right?”

“Oh, you mean those things they’ve been throwing at us for the last two minutes?” Sam rolled his eyes. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Bucky glanced at Matt. “How many do they have left?”

“Eight, all with fuses that are too long,” Matt responded instantly, tilting his head to the side as he listened. “Wait—seven. Todd’s about to light another one.”

Sam stared at him in bafflement. “How the hell are you doing that, man?”

“Todd’s… counting. Loudly?”

Todd had not, in fact, been counting loudly.

Sam’s face radiated skepticism. “And you could hear that? Over gunfire.”

“I could hear it,” Bucky interrupted. “Maybe your hearing is just shit.”

“TODD, DON’T YOU DA—” 

“GRENADE, MOTHERFUCKERS!” 

Sam glanced over the barricade and then swung his shield up, smoothly bouncing the grenade back across the room. Predictably, there was a chorus of screams and another bang!

You popped your head up over the edge of the table. “You are not fucking Bruce Willis, you idiot! Stop throwing those!”

“That’s what I keep trying to tell him! Todd, you fucking idiot—”

Matt reached up and yanked you back down.

“Who—“

“Grenaa-a-a-ade!” 

Bucky surged up just in time to catch the grenade and hurl it back, the grenade whistling through the air with such force it punched its way through two walls, goons scattering like a startled flock of birds. Then he ducked back down, throwing you a look as there was another distant explosion. “You need to be more careful.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “Really? I need to be careful?”

“I told you: I have a metal arm. I can take some hits.” 

“Just tell us your idea, Buck. Please,” Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I got a good look just now and the grenade bag is just sitting there. So what if I shoot the grenades—”

“You are not shooting a bag of grenades!” Sam barked. 

Matt cleared his throat. “Also I can’t kill people.”

“And it might kill us.” You gestured at the lot of you. “I’m kind of concerned no one’s pointed that out yet.” 

“I can respect no killing,” Bucky said solemnly to Matt. “So is it even if I shoot and not you? That counts?”

“Yeah, pretty much. It’s a thin line but—”

“What if I tell them I’m going to shoot the grenades so they can run?”

“I think you’re forgetting we’re on the same floor as the grenade bag,” Sam snorted. “What happens when the floor gives? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m the only one with wings.”

“It’s only eight floors. Just flap your wings and carry them down.”

"Why are you like this?!"

“I think it could work,” Matt said, tilting his head as he set a hand against the floorboards. “The construction is sound enough and the grenades are pretty weak. So we tell them, they run, you shoot the grenades, and then we get back to the stairs.”

“This is a horrible plan, and I blame all of you,” you muttered. At Sam’s cleared throat, you quickly amended your statement. “Except you, Sam. You’re an angel.”

“Thank you,” he said, sounding pleased. Then he narrowed his eyes at Bucky. “See? At least someone here’s got sense.”

“I’m fucking angelic, what are you talking about?” Bucky objected. “She loves me!”

“You told me I was an angel yesterday,” Matt said to you, lips quirking. “I’m starting to think you say that to everyone you’re caught in a firefight with.”

"I’m gonna shoot the grenades,” Bucky muttered.

Sam held up his hands. “Ok, wait a second, can we just—”

“I’m shooting your grenade bag, assholes!” Bucky bellowed, reaching a metal arm up to point. “Get running!”

“Wait, is that the Winter Soldier’s arm?! I thought his hair was longer—”

“Oh fuck—”

“It’s fine.” Matt threw you a feral grin, as Bucky began firing. “They’re really shitty grenades.”

                                                            -x-

The four of you, surrounded by shattered glass and rubble, stared up at the building. 

“I think that went well,” Bucky said.

“Bucky,” you said slowly, making sure to enunciate every word. “The building is on fire.”

Indeed, it was: the top four floors of the building now almost entirely consumed by billowing smoke and orange tongues of flame that spilled from the cracked windows.

“Not a big fire.” Matt cleared his throat. “And no one died.”

“Yeah, even got this asshole out.” Bucky held up Todd. Todd, in response, yowled and kicked, desperately trying to free himself from Bucky’s hold and the parking meter Bucky had bent and twisted around him. After a second, Bucky shook him. “Stop being annoying.”

“And they needed to renovate anyway,” Matt said with a smirk. “There was some black mold in the bathroom on floor six.”

“See?” Bucky pointed out, grinning. “We helped.”

“Oh my god,” Sam groaned, as the distant warble of sirens grew closer. “This was not helping.”

“I’m hungry,” Bucky said blithely, tossing an angry Todd up onto the sidewalk. “Takeout?”

“Dude, seriously?” Sam barked. “You’re hungry? Now?”

You glanced at Matt and then did a double-take. “Jesus, D!"

“It’s a minor graze,” Matt reassured you, another droplet of blood dribbling down his arm. “Just hit the less bullet-proof part of the suit.”

“There is no less-bulletproof, D! It either is, or it isn’t—”

Bucky frowned and then nodded. “Ok, you go get bandaged up, and then we get takeout.”

“I could eat after that,” Matt agreed. “There’s some good Chinese food two blocks west if we want to eat there.”

“What is happening?” you whispered, a deep sense of dread welling up inside you because this sounded too much like… friendship. 

“Cool, we’ll meet you there.” Bucky slapped at Sam’s arm and sauntered off. “Come on, Cap.”

“I’m going to go home, bandage up and change,” Matt said, leaning over to kiss your cheek fondly. “See you soon.” And then he was gone, slipping off into the shadows of a nearby alley.

Sam and you stood there a moment, staring up at the burning building. 

“We need to make an agreement right now,” you said slowly, “to never leave them unsupervised.”

“I hear that.” Sam shoved his hand in your direction and you shook it solemnly. 

You cleared your throat. “Actually, which means we should probably—”

“Yeah, I need to—I need to follow him, he’ll—”

“And I need to go make sure D actually, like, takes care of his—”

“Good god,” Sam sighed, turning to jog after Bucky as you turned and headed after Matt. “What the fuck have we done?”

the devil works hard but the druig stans on tumblr work harder i find new druig fics every single day its amazing i salute this fandom

I forgot to share this here!! But since people have asked, I’m working hard to make physical Downtime copies a reality! <3 Was testing out a local printing company–still a long way to go! Some colour adjustments and format adjustment required… Plus I need an actual cover LOL 

THE MANDALORIAN + Pedro Pascal Tweets

i CANT HANDLE THE FACT THAT OWEN WILSON, O W E N FREAKING WILSON IS AT THE CENTER OF MY HYPERFIXATION FOR THE MONTH,,,,,, AAAAAAAAH I MEAN DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVE HIM BUT I CANT,,,,COMPREHEND H E L P????

Um so yah I never post fanfics but I might here soon

So like the 15th season is the last season

Supernatural ending

So first off I would like to say that I really enjoy supernatural. I am currently on Season 12 episode 8. With supernatural coming up on their 14th season I was thinking about how they could end the show. Now they could probably go pass 14th season but I was still wondering. So here’s how I think they should end it. Supernatural has to end with Sam and Dean dead, this is unfortunate but it’s true. Carry on my wayward son is a must. Standing in front of sam and deans house has to be Mary, John, Jo, Ellen, Bobby, and Castiel. Then we show each of their faces and each one of them say “Saving people. Hunting things. The family Business.” So it would go something like this:

Mary: Saving

John: People.

Ellen: Hunting

Jo: Things.

Bobby: The

Castiel: Family

Dean and Sam: Business

Then it ends with an acoustic version of carry on my wayward son showing everyone else they have loved as family and of course the Impala has to be there.

That is what I hope for.

The Bad Batch Modern AU Headcanon- Crosshair is a cat person:

( Really the cat is a Crosshair person)

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- He never intended to get a pet, to him it was just an extra expense and time commitment

- But the damn cat kept following him home everyday

- It would stare at him with head tilted as he'd close the townhouse's door

- The first few times he'd stop and stare at it, hoping it would slink off from the attention

- After a couple days it just became routine, the cat would meet him a block before the house and pad alongside him to the door until he went inside.

- One day he hesitated a little too long in going through the door, the cat took this as an invitation to come inside

- He'd stand there with the door open waiting for the cat to leave until the boys came home

- "AWW CAN WE KEEP IT??" Wrecker rumbled, scaring the poor thing into darting under the sofa.

- After much debating, Hunter and Echo decided it could stay, as long as they took it to the vet soon.

- Crosshair rolled his eyes and huffed, but grabbed his wallet and keys to go get cat food

- He just didn't want the cat making noise all night because it was hungry

- He came home a little while later with cat food, litter box + litter, a bowl, and a toy in his pocket (not that he told the others)

- That night while he layed in bed, he set a vet appointment up on his phone- wanted to make sure the mangy thing didn't have fleas or something

- The next afternoon Crosshair and Tech took the cat to the vet.

- Tech just wanted to see what a vet's office was like .

- At the vet they found out the cat was a she and wasn't chipped for someone else.

- The vet asked Crosshair what her name was as he was the one who was holding her.

- "I don't know, it's just a stray" he grumbled.

- The vet chuckled, "Well she needs a name."

- Tech would look at Crosshair and he'd return with an icy side glare, daring Tech to say something idiotic .

- "How about we ask Wrecker?" Tech suggested.

- Crosshair snorted in disgust, "God only if you want her named something like ""Sunshine""."

- Tech would then suggest some very long historical name which would ultimately end in Crosshair snapping and naming the cat himself.

- Once they got home, Crosshair would set her down and beeline for his room, only to hear her padding alongside of him.

- As he entered the room he started to close the door, but the cat meowed quietly behind him.

- "No" he practically whispered, so as Wrecker couldn't hear. And then he closed the door.

- The next morning as soon as he opened her door, there she was, slinking down the hallway beside him.

- He tried to eat breakfast in peace, but she kept staring at him, so he stared back.

-It wasn't until Hunter cleared his throat that he realized the other four were watching the staring match with raised eyebrows.

- He'd snarl something sarcastic at the boys before throwing his plate in the sink and heading out for the day.

- When he got home, he realized his bedroom door was wide open, and the cat wasn't in the main living area.

- She was snuggled on top of his pillow on his bed, lazily basking in the afternoon sun.

- "Seriously?" He moved her and the pillow towards the other side of the bed. Angrily grabbing another pillow he'd lay down on his side and eventually fall asleep.

- He'd wake up a few hours later, curled on his side. The cat was now curled up behind his knees.

- She softly stared at him, blinking slowly once.

- Over the next few weeks, she began sleeping in his bed more, even at night.

- When Echo asked about it, Crosshair chalked it up to him being the only one who feeds her.

- One day while Crosshair was working at his desk, she'd hop up next to his computer, swishing her tail over the pile of papers

- He finally took the toy out of the drawer he hid it in and threw it across the room, chuckling as she leapt after it

- He turned back to his computer thinking he could focus, only for her to jump back up to her spot, dropping the toy at his hand.

- "Isn't fetch for dogs?" He said, tossing the toy again.

- Over an hour went by before he realized no work had gotten done.

- One Sunday afternoon Hunter walked into the living room to join Crosshair watching TV.

- Crosshair looked half asleep, feet propped up on the coffee table, head slung back across the edge of the couch

- It wasn't until Hunter got closer that he noticed Cross's hand moving slowly, stroking between the cat's ears.

- She was curled up fast asleep in Cross's lap, and by the looks of it, had been for a while.

- With a raised eyebrow, Hunter took a deep inhale to say something. But before he could, without even looking up, Cross silently flicked him off.

- Hunter walked away chuckling to himself to go tell Echo.

- It wasn't even a few days later, while Crosshair was meal prepping, that she jumped up in the counter next to him.

- "Down," he hissed at her. Echo would flip his shit if he came in and she was on the counter

- He kept cooking but out of the corner he saw her sit back into her haunches, wiggling her tail. Was she about to...?

- He started to raise a hand to shield his face, but he was too slow

- He only opened his squeezed shut eyes when he realized there was no pain, just soft paws on his one shoulder, and tail slung across the other.

- There she was, perched on his shoulder, staring down at him. She blinked slowly, again.

- He stared back at her for the better part of a minute, partially confused, partially annoyed she made him flinch.

- She eventually broke the staring match off, flopping her head on top of his. A silent purr vibrating across his skull.

- Smelling his food starting to burn, Cross shrugged her into a more comfortable position, before returning his attention to the stove to salvage his meal.

- "Who's burnin' the food?" Wrecker rumbled , coming around the corner

- "It's not for you." Crosshair retorted, but Wrecker was no longer listening.

- The giant was frozen in the doorway, an excited look on his face. A barely audible squeak of excitement coming through.

- He'd been working really hard on not scaring off the cat: being quiet and still in her presence.

- Just like Hunter, Wrecker took a sharp inhale to comment, but before he could speak, "Can it Wrecker."

- Wrecker nodded quietly, not taking his eyes off the cat as he tip toed backwards around the corner he came.

- After several months like this, Crosshair began to actually look forward to waking up in the morning and coming home in the evenings

- One morning over the holidays, the boys were gathered in the kitchen, chatting over coffee.

- All eyes were on Crosshair as he walked in, faithful feline friend in tow.

- As he made his coffee, she wove her way in between his feet, rubbing her head against his legs.

- "I don't think I've ever seen you more affectionate than you are with that cat," Hunter mused.

- The other three chuckled or nodded in agreement.

- Crosshair calmly sipped his coffee, giving time for his snarky response to percolate.

- Finally, setting down his cup. "She's better company than the rest of you," he retorted cooly.

- Again the other three each chuckled or snorted in response, while Hunter almost spit coffee back into his cup.

- After breakfast, the others split off to their own devices, leaving Crosshair and the cat in the kitchen.

- She immediately leapt onto the counter he was at.

- As he put his coffee down, he leaned over her, attempting a rematch of their last staring contest.

- However, this time she blinked slowly as she leaned her head up against his, nuzzling into his cheek.

- The old Crosshair would've pulled away, but now...he sighed and the corner of his mouth started to lift. He even nudged her back with his nose.

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BONUS: Crosshair x Reader(and the cat)

- For the first few months of knowing Crosshair you didn't even know he had a pet

- He never mentioned anything even remotely hinting to it

- It wasn't until he invited you over to watch a movie that Echo passed by the two of you and asked where the cat was.

- You didn't meet her that now. Crosshair gave some excuse about not wanting to wake her up and go get her, but really he wasn't ready.

-What if his cat didn't like you? What if the cat liked you more than she liked him?

- It wasn't for another few weeks that he let you into his room and meet his cat.

- He wasn't sure what he expected, but he should've guessed that she would just stare at you. After all, that's what she did to him before walking through his door.

- As your relationship grew, Crosshair was aware he wasn't very good at comforting you, especially over text.

- He eventually just started sending pictures of the cat, or on rare occasion, a selfie with the cat, if you seemed less animated than usual.

- He figured that was better than any words he could come up with anyways.

Someone made a mash-up of the volleyball scene from Top Gun and the beach scene from Top Gun: Maverick and there’s a moment where it almost looks like Goose is looking back at Rooster and I just…

but it only works if 4 people are having sex lol