#cbtm

[koofiims]

spring always been here

i will, sleep in her eyes

pls do not repost !

[mrloafsalaskancousin]

Just pushed a pull door after ordering the Freddy Fazbear meal at Popeyes #goatedwiththesauce #blowmyshitmooseoff

[philosophyphil]

saying "of the clock" instead of "o'clock". could be the move

[sniffanimal]

For those of you who have been round a while you might remember I had a story clear back in 2015/16 about a couple of necromancers named Gidge and Damon (the latter of which is undead). Their story's been through a lot of iterations, including a brief attempt at a webcomic, a complete kind of non-canon backstory short comic, and several other random attempts at storytelling but that is no more! For I am nearly done scripting the complete comic! I have 5/6 chapters completely thumbed and scripted and I'm working on the last chapter, then editing, and then this summer I'm going to try and crank out a backlog of pages! I want to get maybe ~40 pages backlogged before I start posting because I know how time management works and I genuinely can't live with just a 2-3 week backlog. And I think once I get 40 pages I'll be deep enough in the workflow to know what it takes for me. So this may still be a year+ out for release but I'm gonna do it I'm gonna tell their story

[imsleepy-png]

Picking up a ‘shake before drinking’ chocolate milk and shaking it way too much like a bartender in the bakery line

[fearlessonthecoast]

Come Back To Me by Vanessa Hudgens

[supermarvelgirl15]

Come Back To Me- Sneak Peak

Pairing: Din Djarin × Mando!OC-Insert

A/N: Here's a sneak peak of a fic I plan to (hopefully) post after I finish Home and I'm really excited about it. I can't wait! Lemme know if you want to be tagged in it!

Word Count: 775

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    When Adira thinks back to the last time she was on Kalevala, she remembers the screaming. She remembers running as fast as her legs would take her down the streets. She remembers finding herself trapped in an alleyway by the droids.

    But what she remembers the most is when the droids were struct down, and a man covered in armor from head to toe scooping her up. The tears that had been streaming down her cheeks dried up due to the wind hitting her face as the man flew through the air with the help of a jetpack.

    He had put her on a ship with the other abandoned children of Kalevala. All of them held on to each other, except for Adira. She remembers climbing up into the cockpit, finding another armored man flying them away from their home planet. The man didn't say a word when Adira sat in the seat next to him. She was a foundling after all.

    The next thing she remembers is holding the armored man's hand as he escorted her and the others out of the ship once they had landed on an unfamiliar planet. He lead them down to a place that was hidden beneath the town. It was there where he left them with more people that were dressed like him to go speak to who Adira assumed was the leader of this secret covert. The children were then led into another room with other children Adira's age and older, some even wearing helmets similar to the adults'.

    The children that Adira was brought in with had grouped up together, leaving her alone. That didn't phase her though, since she had been on her own for the past year. She ventured further into the room, not missing how the children that wore helmets looked at her.

   Upon exploring around the room, she found a boy in a red cloak tucked away into a corner by himself. She had found herself making her way towards him, sitting across from the boy who had rested his head on his knees that he had pulled tightly to his chest.

    “I'm Adira,” she introduced herself to him. The boy had then raised his head, his brown eyes peering into her own. He had offered her a small smile before he spoke softly.

    “Din.”

                                                                ★★★

    The Mandalorian found himself walking through the lush forests of Batuu with Grogu settled in his pouch slung across his chest. The only reason he was on the planet filled with no good smugglers and various dangers that could harm the Child was the rumor of who lived there.

    Another Mandalorian.

    Din was able to retrieve some information out of a Twi'lek in a cantina on some planet in the Mid Rim. He had told him about the Mandalorian that lived somewhere out in the temperate environment of Batuu, that he had seen them with his own eyes. Din knew that he should be weary about trusting some petty thief but... he was desperate.

    It was nearly nightfall and Din still hadn't even made it into town. Maybe he shouldn't had landed the Crest so far away, but the further it was from town, the safer it was from the smugglers.

    Smoke in the distance caught his attention, about a few minute walk away from him. He ventured closer to where the smoke was coming from carefully, making sure that Grogu was tucked safely away into his satchel.

    Once he got closer, he could see what looked like a small hut in the middle of some petrified trees. He found the makeshift campfire, but there wasn't any sign of life that he could see. His hand rested on his blaster that rested in its holster as he scanned the area. This could be a smuggler camp for all he knew.

    Quietly, he peered into the window of the hut, finding nobody inside. He walked slowly around the house, still finding nothing that could give him a clue. Someone had to have made the fire. So where were they?

    “It's not wise to sneak around someone's home like that around here. It's like you're asking to get killed.”

    The Mandalorian swiftly turns around, drawing out his blaster as he did so, only to find a woman pointing one right at him.

    There was something... familiar about the woman. Din couldn't place what it was, but his eyes immediately locked on to the scar that ran down her left eye.

    “Can I help you?” The woman asked him, tilting her head to the side just slightly, her eyes looking him up and down. He could've swore he saw recognition in them.

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[lesbianmothership]

Come Back To Me (PART 1)

I originally wanted to post the whole thing in one part but its become a lot longer and in depth than I originally planned so this is part one of probably a couple different parts to come. I like writing angst so let me know whatchya think!

Natasha Romanoff x reader fanfiction 

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of torture and violence.

Word Count:  2092

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“Come back to me” your girlfriend of three years says as she rests her forehead against your own. Hands cupped around your neck, just under your jaw.  

“Relax Tash,” you smile pecking her lips. “It’s a simple extraction mission. In and out no problem. I do this all the time, you should know.” You wink, earning a tug on your ear.

The redhead beauty rolls her eyes, “You and Clint are never going to let go of that. It was one time!” Natasha Romanoff, the deadliest assassin in the world turned S.H.E.I.L.D. agent hiding her face in the crook of her girlfriend’s neck. Not many get to see this vulnerable side of her. To those outside of the Avengers and yourself she is closed off, cold hearted and will take down her enemy by any means. “You know I worry Y/N. All extractions are dangerous. Why else would the asset need to get out of there? You’re everything to me and if I lose you… don’t think I won’t beat your ass.”

“And you’re everything to me but I got this. You have nothing to worry about, I’m the best of the best.” You give her a cocky grin knowing nothing you say will actually relieve her of her worry but at least you could get her to smile before you depart.

A quick knock on the door of the room you’re in lets you know that the Quinjet and your team are ready to go.

“That’s my cue,” but before you can pull away Natasha grabs you by the collar and tugs you in for a deep kiss.

“You do anything stupid that gets you hurt and I’m holding out for a month,” she warns after she pulls away.

“Well that hardly seems fair,” you complain throwing your arms down to your side like a child. “I’d like to negotiate those terms.”

Another knock on the door. “Doesn’t seem like we have the time моя любовь” Natasha smirks as she watches her beautiful, bad ass girl walk out.

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What was supposed to be a simple extraction mission had gone to shit very fast. The intel you had been given was false. The asset you were to extract from the Hydra base was already dead and the whole thing was a trap. They knew you were coming the entire time.

The moment you stepped into the base bullets were flying. You and your team tried your best to get a handle on the situation but it was obvious from the start that you were outgunned. At this point there was no getting out of it either, you were surrounded and everyone was coming up on their last rounds of ammunition.

“Ramirez is down, gunshot wound to shoulder and chest, Leroy and Shaw are dead ma’am... We need a plan,” your second in command, Smitty, informed you.

“Fuck!” you ran a hand through your hair trying to regain your composure. The weight of the situation hit you hard. Your team, your responsibility which meant as team leader their deaths were on you. It was a part of the job; losing people and you all knew what you had signed up for but it was never easy when it actually happened. You thought about your options but you really only had one viable option where you came out alive, however, it was the very last thing you wanted to do.

“Weapons down!” you ordered.

“Wait what? Y/L/N are you serious?” Jakobs ducked down behind the barrier your team was huddled behind after letting out another round of bullets.

“Are you sure about this?” Smitty asked.

“No… but what other options do we have? We either die here or surrender and hope S.H.E.I.L.D. will send another rescue party.” God you hoped you weren’t making the wrong decision here.

“How the fuck are we going to get them to stop firing at us though?” Jillian asked as she tried to stop Ramirez from bleeding out.

“I got an idea, a really bad one but I think it could work… hand me some of that gauze,” Jill threw some in your direction and quickly you tied off the white fabric to the barrel of your assault rifle before lifting it and waving it around above your head.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jakobs pinched the bridge of his nose “We are never hear the end of this when we get back to headquarters.”

“Headquarters is the reason were in this mess in the first place. Someone fucked up real bad and whoever it is I swear I’m going to have their head,” Smitty growled.

“Less talk about how this happened and let’s focus on how were going to get out of this. Trust me I want the head of whoever is responsible for this as much as you guys but at the moment we need to make sure we keep our own heads alright?” You flinch as a bullet hits the base of your rifle. “Hey nimrods! Don’t you know that a white flag means we surrender!” You yell out.

The Hydra agents seemed to have finally figured out that you’ve given up as their firing ceased and you heard their approaching footsteps. Moments later you and your team were completely surrounded at gunpoint.

“Ah shit.. Natasha is going to kill me-“ you groaned right before everything went black as you were hit over the head with the butt of a rifle.

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­­­­­­­­­­­­­“Maria… what do you mean you haven’t heard from them yet? Shouldn’t they have the asset secured by now and be back up in the air?” It had been 18 hours since you left for your extraction mission and you were due to radio back hours ago. Natasha was pacing back and forth in communications room with Maria and your team’s handlers.

“Any number of things could be the reason they haven’t made contact yet. They were on radio silence to begin with to hold cover, and they could still be trying to stay under the radar if they’re not in safe airspace yet. We don’t know the situation yet Nat but we don’t see reason to worry yet. Y/N’s team is the best extraction team we have and I have full confidence in their safe return.” Maria tried to reassure the ex-assassin.

“Something doesn’t feel right about this Maria… I know Y/N, she would have radioed back by now already even if they weren’t in safe air space yet. Fuck its been hours.” Natasha was pinching the bridge of her nose. It was protocol to remain in radio silence until the mission was secure but Y/N wasn’t exactly one to always follow protocol. Hell, last mission you were on you connected your team’s comms to your iPod so you could listen to Tequila by The Champs.

“Alright we’ll send another team in-“

“I’m going with.” Natasha snapped, leaving the room to go get ready before anyone could argue with her.

“Alrighty then,” Maria clasped her hands together before turning back to the handlers. “Keep trying to establish communications from here. We need to figure out what the hell happened.”

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“Ah fuckin-hell” you groaned. Your head was pounding and as you opened your eyes everything was still dark. They had you blindfolded with your arms cuffed above your head and your feet to the floor. You could feel crusty dried up blood matted into your hair and down the side of your face.

“This ain’t good” you grunted under your breath as you tried to sit up.

“No shit sherlock,” Jakobs to your right responded.

“Are Smitty and Jill with us too?” you asked while trying to stretch out your sore muscles.

“I don’t know. I only woke up a few minutes ago and I can’t see anything. They could still be unconscious or being held in another area.” Jakobs reported with a sigh.

This is bad… really really bad. You thought to yourself. You had no idea where you were and odds are you were transported to different base than the one where you had gotten into this mess. You could tell you weren’t in your gear any more either which meant the tracking devices in them were of no use. If anything, Hydra would send S.H.E.I.L.D. on a wild goose chase once they figured out the mission failed. Hopefully they’ve sent out another team already, although you have no idea how the hell they’re going to find you.

While testing out the strength of the chains around your wrists and feet the door to the room you were in scraped open. The sounds of boots walking towards you made your hair stand on end.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the light in the room when your blindfold was removed. You were in a small concrete room; no windows just the single thick metal door and camera in the corner, it was only you and Jakob which confused you. Why keep you together yet separate.

“I can see your thoughts on your face,” the man who seemed in charge spoke. He was an ugly feller. Bald, with a long scar that ran from his right temple down to his jaw and wore typical Hydra getup.

“Your friends are more morning people than yourselves. Woke up quite a bit of time ago. You should know they are dead now though. It was clear they didn’t have the information I wanted so they were disposed of,” the bald fucker chuckled to himself.

Seething through your teeth you made a pathetic attempt to lung at the man. To say you were angry was an understatement. You were seeing red. Basically your whole team was wiped out in what was supposed to be a simple mission. You were furious with yourself. With S.H.I.E.L.D. And you wanted to murder the man who had the audacity to stand before you right now a laugh at you struggling in your chains.

“You really should be more appreciative than that agent L/N” You froze when he said your name. “Although they did experience quite a lot of pain beforehand, I made sure their deaths were painless,” He smirked tapping his index finger between his eyebrows. “I truly felt bad for them really. To be tortured like that only for me to figure out they really didn’t have the information I wanted! Security clearance is a funny thing isn’t it?”

Clenching your jaw, you remained silent.

“You see agent L/N, when I figured out I had a mole in one of my bases relaying information back to S.H.E.I.L.D. I was livid! But then I thought hmm maybe I can use this to my advantage because where there is one mole there is a whole system of them,” he crouched down in front of you tucking a stray hair behind your ear much to your dismay. “So, I had him signal to be extracted, then I shot him and now here you are and what you’re going to do for me now is give me the list of all assets and agents you have hidden in Hydra.” He smiled laying it out like it was the simplest of requests.

“Over my dead body,” you spat.

“I had a feeling you were going to say that. No worries you’ll break eventually.”

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­­­­­­­­­­­­Natasha knew it was bad news when they landed a mile outside the base at the same location where they were able to track down Y/N’s team’s Quinjet. Completely abandoned, not a trace of anyone.

During the short trek to the Hydra base Natasha was getting more and more anxious. She couldn’t shake the horrible feeling in her gut. The closer they got the heavier the feeling weighed down on her. When they got to the entrance Natasha instructed the team that she would follow in behind her. They had no idea what they were walking into.

However, the last thing she expected was a completely empty base. They cleared room by room, went down each hallway and found not a single trace that anyone had ever been there. It wasn’t until they rounded a corner into another hallway that Natasha’s stomach plummeted. Three bodies laid across the floor. Approaching Natasha let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding when she recognized Y/N’s teammates: Ramirez, Leroy and Shaw.

Had she been alone she was sure her legs would have given out but she remained poise in front of the team of agents around her.

“What the fuck happened to you Y/N” Nat whispered under her breath.