I Will Always Simp For This Man

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black lives matter. unfollow me if you disagree

I’ll do it

For everyone’s information:

The plan for the 17th, when the adult content ban comes in, is to protest.

To do that, we are making as much noise either side of the 17th as possible, and using the site as normal.

On the 17th, dead silence.

People are saying log off but what they really mean is don’t open the site or the app.

But, on the 17th make as much noise as possible on every other platform. Tweet about it and post on facebook and instagram and everywhere else.

What this does is causes a massive dip in ad revenue for one single day. That does not make staff think ‘oh everyone’s gone let’s shut down.’ What it actually makes them think is ‘oh shit people aren’t happy and if people don’t keep using our site we’re out of money and out of jobs.’

A boycott reminds a company that the users (consumers) have the power to make their site (business) worthless with one single coordinated decision.

If you want to join in, here’s what to do:

Do:

Close all open instances of the app and site on all your devices before the 17th

Make posts before and after the 17th on tumblr and other platforms, talking about why this ban is bad

Make posts on other sites during the 17th. Flood the official tumblr staff twitter and facebook with your anger and your opinion

Come back on the 18th and check in

Don’t:

Delete the app from your phone (this doesn’t affect their revenue and since it’s off the store at the moment it’ll be hard to get back)

Delete your account. I mean you can if you want to, but if you keep your account and don’t use it you’re saying to staff that there’s still time to save it. If you delete it’s hard work to come back.

Open the app or website (including specific blogs)

Make any posts (turn down/off your queue and make sure nothing is scheduled)

Go quiet elsewhere. Make it clear that this is just about tumblr, not a mass move away from all social media.

Remember: the execs don’t care about anything but money. Shutting down the site means there’s $0 further income from it. That’s their last possible course of action. If we make it clear we’re not happy, they’ll have to do something or we can do more and more until it becomes too expensive.

Protests take commitment. They’re a defiant action against a business that is doing something wrong. They will try to scare you into not participating, because they’re scared. We hold all the power here, sometimes the execs just need to be reminded of that.

It’s difficult

PASTA I saw a post that TRT is the longest running Matt Murdock fic, congratulations!!!! I was wondering, if you had to split it up into different books like a full series, do you have an idea of which chapters would end/start a new book?

Thank you so, so much anon! Definitely never planned to have the longest one, I'm still regularly like ??? about it, but now I kinda also wanna see if I can get up to over a mill words. BUCKLE UP EVERYONE.

Anyway, this is how I'd break down the chapters into books! I have no idea if the word count is consistent like this so some may be longer than others (obvs Book 1 is prob longest), but if it's broken down like this, each book ends at a natural pause point, breather, or completion of some arc (Book One ending at them getting together, for example), and each new book begins a new little arc or a new stage of their relationship/plot.

Book One: Chapters 1-43 Book Two: Chapters 44-73 Book Three: Chapters 74-105 Book Four: Chapters 106->📍You Are Here

I want to live in a village where…

- The smell of cinnamon and decaying leaves is laced with the wind.

- Flannels and boots are the norm.

- It’s cold 6 months out of the year.

- There are tiny coffee shops that sell specialty drinks and pastries and are warm and smell delicious.

- The leaves turn bright red and orange and rustle in the cool breeze.

- Real pumpkin patches exist under grey skies.

- Real hay rides through haunted fields.

- Scarecrows haunt fields and crows caw loudly in the trees.

- Large cemeteries sit ominously on hills.

- A train rumbles through the mountain valley once and a while.

- There’s always a street carnival or festival during the fall on the weekends.

- There were old fashioned style boutiques and candy shops.

- A bookstore tucked into an alley and filled with dusty old copies of classics as well as new things.

- Halloween was THE holiday.

- Witches sometimes roamed the streets.

- When Halloween rolls around everyone gives each other knowing looks as they pass in the streets.

- Sometimes there’s strange bonfires coming from the mountain side.

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.

billy crystal as harry burns + wardrobe.

I made these over the weekend and I can definitely say I enjoyed it. These are all my favorite streamers. Two of them (Ranboo and Tommy) are my comfort streamers and I really want to make more.

New Girl [#00: Welcome Home]

Summary: Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on your long term boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn't you. Since living with him was no longer an option, you've ventured out at the advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to reside in. The only issue?

You suddenly have four very odd roommates.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (slow burn, endgame, as in you'll be seeing some short term pairings here and then as well)

A/N: So i'm doing the soulmate drabbles, but i'm also starting a 'TV Show AU' series. Don't know how many parts this will have it'll probably just be a free for all of any episodes I wanna put the marvel crew in or any fun scenarios I think of.

[[Also weird side note that you may notice in the banner below I, uh, re-cast Clint Barton?? I always write the comic version over the mcu version anyways and Jensen Ackles is always who I picture when I write, but obvi you can straight ignore that if you want.]]

(word count: 1,564)

The loft was absolutely gorgeous. It had an industrial feel to it thanks to the brick walls and metal beams running across the ceiling. Despite that, the warm light streaming through the multitude of windows gave it a soft vibe. From where you sat on the recliner you could see a small, open kitchen that sat right across from a large dining area all of which was behind the large, ‘u-shaped’ couch. Honestly, the moment you stepped through the door your brain immediately decided that this is where you wanted to live.

However, there was one little flaw you didn’t foresee when you showed up for the interview/tour.

“So, you guys…are guys.” You said slowly. You laced your fingers together and rested them on your knee awkwardly. In front of you sat four men. Very manly men, actually. Enough so that you weren’t sure why your co-worker would think sending you here to live would be a good idea. Scott Lang had mentioned the open room and the great location, but he had left out this huge detail.

“Yes. Good eye for detail.” The man who introduced himself as Bucky Barnes said dryly. He sat at the far end of the couch in front of you on the left side. He had short, dark hair that kind of looked like he had just rolled out of bed. Sweatpants, a t-shirt, and scruff all along his defined jaw. His stormy eyes looked exhausted, his lips looked downturned into a perpetual frown, and it made you mildly curious since it was literally one in the afternoon and he was nearly dead on his feet.

“I know it’s hard for you to not be a dick, but maybe you can, I don’t know, try?” Sam Wilson, if you remembered his name correctly, replied to him from the entire other end of the couch. The black man had his arms crossed over his chest with a raised eyebrow, but there was nothing but amusement in his brown eyes. Unlike the first man that spoke, this one was dressed in much nicer clothes. A button up shirt and khakis.

You opened your mouth to cut in, but another one of them spoke up first. He sat next to the man who had just spoken, “Quick question, are you single?” You knew his name was Peter but you couldn’t remember what his last name was only that it started with a ‘Q’. He had an impish smirk with sandy blond hair that could only be described as purposely messy. He had a sort of goatee that was mostly just stubble. There was a leather jacket resting on the couch behind him that he had taken off when you first walked in to reveal the tight, gray shirt he wore. “I think it’s the question all of us want answered, right?”

All the men chorused solid disagreements, but it was the man beside him that spoke directly to you. This was the only one who hadn’t actually introduced himself to you. He had come in a couple minutes ago, dropped down on the couch, and then just joined in. You had mentally been referring to him as ‘hot mess’. He had like three bandages on his face, his lip was busted, and he had a fading black eye. His blond hair was also messy, but definitely not in a styled way. More like a ‘I haven’t touched a comb since I was 12’ kind of way. He motioned to you, “Ignore him, the real question we have for you is: Do you have any pets and when can you move in?”

“No.” Bucky shook his head. “We vote before we ask someone to move in. Loft agreement.”

Hot mess spoke again, “Well then let’s—”

“Wait,” You held one hand out and eyes snapped back to you. “Scott told me this was a four-bedroom place, and that you guys were looking for someone to fill a room but…there are already four of you?”

Peter half-heartedly motioned to Bucky and Sam, “These two share a room.”

“Oh!” You bobbed your head with a smile as you motioned to them, “So you guys are a couple?”

“No!” Bucky and Sam both yelled loudly making you jump in shock. They immediately turned and began to bicker with one another.

“Why're you saying no so fast, man?? I’m a fucking catch.” Sam argued.

“You said no just as quick as I did!”

“Yeah, because I can do a hell of a lot better than a maybe alcoholic still mourning the loss of his psycho ex.”

Bucky sat forward to glare at him, “We are not having this argument again.”

As they continued to yell at one another, while you watched on awkwardly, Peter focused on you with a charming smirk, “They have bunk beds.”

“Bunk… beds?” You questioned skeptically.

“No, no, no.” Sam cut in quickly. He gave up on his argument with Bucky to clarify this. “It’s two very separate beds, on opposite sides of the room. See, I lost a bet so now I’m stuck with his ass—”

“You lost the bet? I lost the bet and now I’m stuck with you.” Bucky argued back.

Hot mess shook his head, “They both lost the bet and now they bunk together like camp buddies.” The two men in question grumbled unhappily. “Also, we’re all super broke so we need someone in the empty room who has a consistent paycheck.” As if to clarify further, he pointed down the couch starting with Bucky, “Bartender at a sketch ass place, in an unknown band, and therapist.”

Sam held one hand up, “I’m the only one with an actual paycheck.”

“I have a paycheck!” Bucky argued.

“And my band is not unknown.” Peter scoffed. “The Guardians have a gig this Thursday!”

Hot mess grinned, “And where are you playing?”

“A Korean restaurant where old men play card game and chain smoke.” Peter mumbled.

You cleared your throat and tried to get this conversation back on track, “You didn’t tell me what your job is. Or your name.”

“Oh, I’m Clint Barton!” He quickly stood up and offered his hand to you. You smiled and took his hand to shake it then he sat back down. “And my job changes depending on the week.”

You bobbed your head once with confused, narrowed eyes, “I, uh, I don’t know what that means.”

Bucky shook his own head, “Neither do we.”

“Well,” You took in a steadying breath, “Like I said before, my name is [Y/N]. And, I actually do have a steady paycheck.” You motioned to yourself. “I work for a modeling agency—”

“Whoa, whoa!” Peter threw his arms out to interrupt, “You’re a model??”

“Uh, no.” You chuckled awkwardly. “I’m more like a manager? Book gigs, manage contracts, help them on set…” There was a pause where they all just stared at you with blank looks. Peter was the only one actively gawking though. You filled the silence with the first thing your brain thought of, “It’s fun! My best friend from high school actually works there as a model so it’s a lot of us just…goofing off? Uh… I don’t have any pets—”

“Meeting!” Peter barked and stood up. He gave you a charismatic smile, “Just give us a couple minutes.” The others stood up with less enthusiasm and began to march out of the room, down the hall. Peter gave you a nod, briefly biting down on his lower lip, bounced his eyebrows up once, then winked at you, “Don’t miss me too much, alright baby?”

Bucky stopped at the mouth of the hall with a frown, and when Peter tried to walk into the hallway he threw his hand out to stop him. Peter complained as Bucky shoved him back then pointed to the short shelf sitting behind the couch. There was a glass jar sitting on it with a pink sticky note taped to the outside that read, ‘Douchebag Jar’ in messy handwriting.

“Jar. Now.”

“That wasn’t even so bad!” Peter argued before pulling a dollar bill out of his pocket and shoving it into the jar. The two of them left to wherever the other two had and suddenly you were left alone in the pretty apartment. Without the yelling boys, the loft became more and more tempting.

You drummed your fingers against your thighs nervously. This was a weird situation and at your age you weren’t really looking to live in a loft downtown with four strange men, emphasis on strange, but you didn’t really have another choice. Your job paid well, but you had lost a lot of money after buying a house with your long-term boyfriend. It seemed like a great idea at the time considering the two of you were coming up on three years together, but when you walked in on him making out with a girl sitting in his lap the great idea died really fast. You didn’t get that money back and honestly you didn’t even try to get possession of the house. You just wanted to be out of his life. Regardless of the cost.

Clint ‘hot mess’ Barton suddenly slid back into the room on his socks making you jump in surprise. He threw his hand out broadly as the others came in as well, “Welcome home, roomie!”

You jumped up in excitement, “Really? You guys aren’t going to regret this!”