i will never ever give up

Wanna One were the rejects

Their success hasn’t been easy despite everyone saying that Mnet had already picked who they wanted. But everyone on Produce 101 fought hard to just make it this far and make it to the top. 

I just wanna say how much of an inspiration they are to me and how much they push me to never give up.

As I watch countless live performances and fancams, their energy and stage presence is amazing.

It made me realise, that most of them aren’t from big scale companies, in fact its my first time hearing the names of most of their companies. Yet, they made a name for themselves.

Lee Daehwi, Brand New Music - Former JYP Trainee, voice of an angel and still persevered even after leaving JYP. All done by the age of 16.

Park Jihoon, Maroo Entertainment - Former SM and Fantagio Trainee, rejected to be in both NCT and Astro, after leaving two companies, he still continued even though the company was small. Because he believed his talent deserved to be shown, and it did.

Kim Jaehwan, Individual Trainee - But wasn’t always training by himself, things didn’t work out for him in the company he used to be in and he left, but he still pushed to join P101 (”he can’t even dance” - his dad) because all he wanted was for his voice to be heard again. 

Yoon Jisung, MMO Entertainment - Trained for 7-8 years and his debut was cancelled three times, yet he pushed through, despite the rude comments saying he was too old, he proved with his talent, that he could do it.

Ong Seongwoo, Fantagio Entertainment - Was part of an unnamed company, but there were issues and he go cast over to another agency and had to transfer (Fantagio). He was already getting older but still hadn’t debuted. He  suffered a lot and people around him kept telling him that his chances of debuting are zero. But he didn’t give up and kept attending the dance academy and he even did musicals and built his own skill set.

Both Hwang Minhyun (Pledis Entertainment) and Ha Sungwoon (Ardor & Able) - Part of groups people labelled as “flops”, giving comments like “just disband already, you guys aren’t popular”. But they never gave up and persevered to P101 to show the world their true talent. Not forgetting NUEST and Noh Taehyun for working just as hard.


And these are just some of the literal hundred trainees in Produce 101 that persevered, even if not all of them made it, they’ve all been through countless rejections, let-downs and “maybes”. But they never gave up, the rejections they’ve faced are enough to make anyone give up on their dream and the examples aren’t even counting the number of auditions they’ve gone to just to get into the company. Even then, they weren’t the best in their companies. But yet, here they are, as Wanna One, JBJ or any group. They made it. They debuted.

What I’m trying to say is that its never been easy and its never gonna get easier in life. Things don’t always go your way. But I think Wanna One and the other Produce 101 trainees are literal human embodiments that hard work and hope (as cheesy as it sounds) does help achieve dreams. So if you ever feel down like you wanna give up on hoping, don’t give up, life is never easy; it was never for them, but they walk on a flower road now.

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stopping for gas (1306 words)

based on the snippets of footage from 13x03 we’ve already seen, here come the angsty scenes between dean and jody you never wanted (but they were in my head nevertheless so now you can suffer, too!!)


having jody sit next to him in the impala has to be one of the strangest experience dean has ever had to live through. she doesn’t fit naturally like sam who spent most of his life in this car; she doesn’t have the same terrifying yet calming presence that cas has.

used to have. he chokes back tears. no use thinking about that now.

they’ve been silent almost the whole drive – what started as a forced conversation about the case soon became an uncomfortable silence. thankfully jody doesn’t ask, doesn’t press, just accepts dean’s unwillingness to talk and scribbles down some notes for the case.

still, it’s different. her presence reminds him of everything that went wrong in the last few weeks: sam taking off with jack, jack being there, having no leads on his mom, and cas –

well, cas.

at this point, he’s too tired to even think about it. it’s like running the same laps for years before finally collapsing and giving up; he won’t reach the finish line anyway. not that there ever was a finish line, because a happy end has never been an option for them.

he taps on the steering wheel and sighs. jody looks up and frowns at the fuel gauge. “we should probably stop soon,” she says. “we’re almost out of gas. i thought you’d take better care of your lady.”

it’s a joke, it’s a joke, it’s a joke, he knows this when he grips the wheel tighter. “i know,” he answers curtly. i haven’t taken care of anything the last few weeks would be the better answer; i couldn’t.

the truth is, as pathetic as it is, stopping for gas used to be easier when not everything reminded you of your dead – whatever. he knows it’s bullshit, he knows that all these gas’n’sips aren’t out there to hunt him down, to mock him, to remind him of one of the worst mistakes he’s ever made, but somehow his brain and his heart don’t connect all that well these days.

sam has taken care of filling up baby the last few weeks and every single time dean had sat in the front seat, hands curled so tight around the wheel that they started to hurt by the time sam went to pay.

thinking about the time he let cas go when he was his most vulnerable, without – almost – without a second thought, he wonders how different it would have been if cas had just been able to stay. how different they would have been.

maybe cas would still be human. hunting with them. being with dean (in every sense of the word). at the very least, he probably wouldn’t be dead, stabbed in the back because he thought that he isn’t worth anything to anyone.

because dean never told him. anything.

he almost misses the next gas station because he’s too lost in thought – if not for jody’s disapproved humming, he probably would have.

then, he just sits there, frozen in place.

asking sam – or rather, commanding him – to fill up the tank had been easy. sam knows that asking questions is futile. jody? not so much. the most terrifying thing is, he probably would answer if jody asked the right questions.

when he feels jody’s gaze on him he knows he’s been silent too long for it to not be weird. he’s pathetic.

“you okay, friend?”

and there it is, the million dollar question.

no would be the easiest and the hardest answer.

“could you, um,” he says instead. “would you mind filling up the tank?” please don’t ask, please don’t ask, please don’t ask. “i got cash,” he continues and pulls out his wallet. jody puts a hand on his arm.

“i got this,” she says. “but would you mind telling me why you want me to do this?” of course she would ask.

dean takes a deep breath. “never mind,” he panics and is out of the car in one swift motion. jody sighs and gets out of the car, too.

“dean,” she says forcefully when he fumbles with the gas pump. she sounds so scarily like a mom – not his mom per se, which makes it even worse – that he can’t help but stop and listen to her. he’s terrified.

“i don’t… want to say that i know what you’re going through. because i don’t. but i want to say that i’m there for you. for whatever you want to tell me. trust me, i’ve got two teenage girls at home, whatever it is that’s eating you up it can’t be worse than this.”

i bet it could, he thinks and for a moment he contemplates just breaking down and emptying his heart out right here, right then, in this dingy gas’n’sip, but he can’t. if he breaks down, he’s done for good and that’s not an option.

he tries the next best thing. “cas used to work here,” he says. “i mean, not here specifically, but – you know.”

jody’s face softens and he wants to cry. “oh, dean,” she says, slowly approaching him and taking the fuel hose out of his hands. when she pats him on the back, his entire body tenses and relaxes at the same time. “i’m sorry.”

they fill up the tank, dean just standing next to her, helplessly – he doesn’t know what to say and he isn’t entirely sure what she may already know.

“i wish i could have met him,” she says after a few moments, cautiously. “you should have brought him over to dinner sometime.”

it’s not an accusation, far from it; it’s more an acknowledgment of everything dean can’t say. he swallows. the thing is, he would have loved to bring him over to dinner. his mom is gone right now and the truth is that she was gone long before that – jody is the closest thing he ever had to a mother.

although it wouldn’t have meant anything, he would have loved to bring him over. fake it for one night. just one. “yeah,” he agrees hoarsely. it’s getting harder and harder to choke back his tears.

“well, maybe you can make good for that when he comes back.” she smiles. he wants to object, wants to say he won’t come back, but she doesn’t let him, already knowing what he’s about to say. “aww, come on, don’t be like that. you know i saw my own son come back from the dead. and you two brother have died more times than i can count. nothing’s final. you just have to have confidence.”

she doesn’t say hope nor faith, and he’s eternally grateful for that. she also doesn’t expect an answer which makes his heart swell up even more.

“alright, i’m gonna go pay,” she says. “you want any snacks?”

he shakes his head and watches her shrug and make her way to the building before surprising himself and saying: “wait!”

she stops in her tracks and turns around. “you’re worse than alex,” she says. “what do you want?”

he can’t say anything; if he says something, he’ll cry, and that’s not an option. instead, he takes the few steps and pulls her into a hug. she needs a moment before leaning into the hug, putting his arms around him and embracing him firmly.

“it’s going to be okay,” she says softly. “you can tell me anything when we get out of here, okay?”

he nods. his face is probably a grimace by now, strained from the efforts not to cry, but the prospect of maybe – just maybe – telling jody everything is making it harder to bear all the shit that’s currently going on in his life.

after a few seconds, she pulls out of the hug and nods towards him. “i’m gonna bring some ice cream,” she says. “the monsters can wait.”

anonymous asked:

Hi, so I'm considering starting to pack, but I have no idea where to start. Can you maybe give some advice about things I should think about? (I don't have money, so I have to use socks or other diy stuff)

Hey! Packing with socks is pretty simple, just ball them up, I used to just use two socks but you can use more, and then squish them till they’re in the right kind of shape and put it where it feels most comfortable. I never liked it straight on my skin so I put it in the little bit of material in the front of my boxer briefs. If you ever get some money then Id recommend the Mr Limpy packer as it’s only $12 and it packs great!

-Louie

anonymous asked:

So I am not sure if I am a Ravenclaw or a Slytherin. This is because, I am smart and weird but I am also ambitious, but not that cunning or resourceful. And when people ask what I value the most, I always answer power but not at the expense of other, and through the application of knowledge (which should also be pursued). I am not sure what house I am, my best friend days I am a Slytherin, due to the fact that I am very ambitious and not ever giving up on my plans. Thoughts ?

Well if you never gain what you want at another’s expense but rather through knowledge, I’d say Ravenclaw. Ravenclaws have big plans, I’ve never met one that didn’t. They have a drive and ambition, but unlike Slytherin, they (usually) won’t manipulate others or throw them under the bus to get it. Rather they rely on their brains and knowledge to get them there.
-Mel (the Slytherin)

“Rose, listen to me. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me. It brought me to you. And I’m thankful, Rose. I’m thankful. You must do me this honor…promise me you will survive….that you will never give up…not matter what happens…no matter how hopeless…promise me now, and never let go of that promise.”

“I promise.”

“Never let go.”

“I promise. I will never let go, Jack. I’ll never let go.”

Titanic

lookoo-luis  asked:

Skeeball is a game you usually find at places like Chuck E. Cheese's or some other entertainment center with an arcade, the machine gives you a set of skeeballs to toss up a slope that leads to a bull's eye kind of thing but it's holes instead and when the ball falls into one of them, you're given a certain amount of points : )

now that i know what it is, despite rarely ever playing them, skeeball was a blast !!!!!!!!!!!! I never knew the name until today .

Why the Lion Switch is perfect

I’m gonna try to keep this short and to the point.

If you’re complaining about the lion switch and how it feels wrong and out of character, it’s probably because you were listening to what they were telling you all this time and not looking at what they were actually showing you, and missed what these characters are really all about.

Lets start with Red:

The way to Red’s heart is through “self sacrifice” and “selflessness”

This is how Keith impresses her the first time, by ejecting himself into space and putting himself in danger to free her.

Then you can see their bond growing each time Keith gives something up for the team or risks himself in some way for it.

Like In the BOM dream, where he chooses to give up his knife.

That’s how Lance ends up in it now.

He gives up an important part of himself for the team. 

He goes “It doesn’t matter if I’m not the best and will never prove myself good at anything or ever be worthy, the team is more important.”

And if you watch from the beginning of the series you’ll see hints of what Lance is actually all about and what’s his true strength

There’s actually a post about this going around I can’t find now, but Lance is the guy that would always do something risky to save his friends.

And despite how he always acts, he’s actually the most selfless guy on the team

This is also why Red doesn’t accept Allura and why it’s so hard for her, because she feels like she sacrifices EVERYTHING for the team and their mission.

But I think deep inside she knows there’s some stuff that she does for selfish reasons or things she still keeps a secret from the paladins.

Then we have Black:

The way to Black’s heart is through “Confidence” and “Trust”

This is why Shiro struggles with it so much in the first two seasons. 

Shiro appears like a confident leader but inside he’s full of doubts. 

He’s trying SO HARD to be the best leader he can be but he has so much fear in him all the time.

And sometimes he has confidence and he manages to bond with Black, and sometime he doesn’t and Zarkon snatches his control away. So he ends up being very unstable.

This is also why Black won’t accept him anymore, Shiro lost the confidence again (after Zarkon snatched his control again and teleported him back to Galra prison) he lost trust in the lion and trust in himself.

He’s full of fears again and Black doesn’t want a pilot like that. (no it’s not cause he’s a clone)

But who always had alot of confidence? Keith.

Keith seems like a hot head that doesn’t think about what he’s doing because what he suggests and does always seems insane.

But he only does these crazy things because he’s confident he can do them.

One of his first action in the show is driving off a cliff saying “Shut up and trust me”. And he makes it with no problem.

This is why he’s the perfect person for Black. He knows what he’s capable of, he has so much confidence he is able to face Zarkon all by himself! He almost has too much confidence at times haha

(He’s not a crazy hot head like Lance says, he’s just confident he can do stuff most people can’t, and he does.)

Now the way to Blue’s heart

is through something like “eagerness to prove themselves”

I’m just gonna quote what the show runners said about her:

“..but really the Blue Lion is kind of like the mother Lion. She looks for potential in a new pilot. Something to nurture and foster. And I think she saw that in Lance. She saw someone who needed confirmation that they were valuable to this team. Even though they didn’t believe it in themselves.”

That’s why she accepts Allura.

And that’s why it eventually will accept Shiro aswell, because now that Black won’t accept him and he has no part on the team but he really wants to be part of Voltron, she’ll see his eagerness and will help him. (And Allura will have to pilot the Castle sometimes)

Blue was also said to be the “Teamwork” lion. 

And uniting people and making people work together is Shiro’s true strength. 

Again, you can see from the first episode. He won’t shut up about teamwork. 

Which is also a big part of leadership that Keith is struggling with and why they will eventually find perfect balance as the two main co leaders.

So the lion switch is not there to put them in their DOTU lions for the old fans, or promote one paladin over the other or ignore the bonding they had with their lions until now.

It’s to show that these characters are finally at a place where they stop trying to be who they think they need to be, and embracing their true selves and true strengths.

This is all very well thought through character development.

Skyline {VI}

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

Warnings: Language, blood mention, panic attack

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: Oh my god you guys!!  I have so much to discuss but first and foremost I want to thank all of you for making this story into what it is.  I started this story two weeks ago and in those two weeks I’ve gained almost 2000 followers and have had success that I never even dreamed of.  Thank you so much for all that you’ve done for me, for this story, and hopefully for stories I write in the future!!! Skyline wouldn’t be what it is today without you guys.  Secondly, there will be a pt. 7!!!  I know I keep saying this, but I really did mean for this to be the last part.  It’s just that there are so many things I want to include and plot points I want to flesh out, and although I feel bad for writing angst chapter after angst chapter, I want to give you guys my all and I don’t want to short change you.  Finally, I would like to thank my friends Zoe and Jen for helping me brainstorm ideas and helping finalize details and plot points.  I love you guys so so much!!  Also, everyone, again, I DO NOT HAVE A TAGS LIST!!! I put this at the beginning of every chapter, it’s in my bio, and I’ve made multiple posts but people keep spamming me about it.  I am truly not trying to be mean, but I do my best to respond to every ask and message I get, and having to sort through a million people asking the same question is hard guys!!!.  Before, I go, one last thing: because everyone has sent me in songs that they listen to that remind them of Skyline, I compiled them into a playlist along with ones I listen to!!  Please give it a listen and try to listen in order, as the songs follow the storyline.  Link is below.  Enjoy everyone!!

skyline: a mixtape

{part i} {part ii} {part iii} {part iv} {part v} 

Waking up the next morning was hard.  Sleep was like temporary amnesia, and when you awoke alone in bed, your hand automatically reached out for the note that Spider-Man always left before he disappeared every night.  Instead of feeling the usual smooth sheet of paper, however, you felt empty sheets that seemed colder than ever before.  It was then that the events of the previous night tumbled into your head, from your request to know Spider-Man’s identity, to him saying I love you for the first time, to you giving him up.

You groaned and rubbed your hand across your face, fatigue taking over.  More than anything, you wanted to fake an illness, stay in bed all day, and wallow in your thoughts, but you knew you had to get up. Although the breakup hurt you (did it count as a breakup if you were never really together in the first place?), you knew you made the right choice.  There was no way a relationship with a superhero would work out if the significant other didn’t know who they were; if you were to fall in love, you would need to be able to fall completely.

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Everything

A Bucky x Reader / fluff one shot

A/N: So this is the first thing I’ve written in… about a month? So please be gentle! I appreciate your feedback and your patience with me, while I get back in the writing groove. ♥

Word Count: 1,066

Warnings:
- none.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine

“Bucky,” you whispered into the dark, your fingernails gripping at the sheets, getting caught in the fabric. Only the moon peeking through the equally as black curtains shed any light into the room, casting looming shadows on the walls. “I’m scared…”

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anonymous asked:

lol why u like taylor swift

ill give you the abridged version: 

  • she is an extraordinarily talented songwriter and musician
  • she writes all of her own songs, unlike 99% of all top musicians today
  • she’s real, not some manufactured pop star
  • she treats her fans better than ive ever seen/experienced anyone else, musician or whatever, treat their fans
  • she’s just genuinely such a good person, you see it in how she treats her fans, how she talks to people, little things she does that the media never picks up on
  • we have the same sense of humor from what i can see from tumblr
  • and like, let’s talk about tumblr for a second here. she came on here, onto this godawful ridiculous website that we are all stuck on, and followed fans, liked and reblogged their stuff… and then she went even further and like, sent some of them gifts?!?! and remembered their url’s so she could meet them at concerts!?! like who else does that point me to a single person.
  • before 1989 was released she invited hundreds of fans over to her houses so that they could hear the album before it was released. like what?!?! things like that just really show her character more than anything else
  • she randomly visits fans in their homes, she just casually pops up at their front doors to make them happy (for example a girl who had cancer, an old ex-veteran, a fan’s wedding, etc.)
  • she invited fans?!?! to be in a music video?!?!!? 
  • despite what buzzfeed and other /ridiculous/ media outlets lead you to believe, she honest to god does not stir up drama. like let’s break this down here: the drama with katy perry is literally all katy’s fault, taylor has never mentioned or interacted with her in any way… the only reason we know bad blood is about kp is bc kp cant seem to shut up about it; the taylor and nicki drama? was a miscommunication, and was resolved by the two of them. kimye? are trash who found a way to fabricate drama so that they’d get publicity, and yall were too thick to see the video clipping i mean honestly i cannot believe people bought that bullshit.
  • people love to slam her for being a “white feminist” and for not really talking about politics or other movements but like………. that isn’t her job??? she doesn’t get into politics because it wouldn’t make any sense for her to, and let’s be real if she said a single thing about a movement that doesn’t directly involve her yall would lose your minds and tell her to quit sticking her nose where it doesnt belong etc. like hypothetically if she stood up in favor of black lives matter tomorrow i swear every single person would go on twitter yelling about how “she’s fake and just doing it for the publicity”, or “who does this white girl think she is butting in where she doesn’t belong” so don’t even start with that
  • there isn’t a single actual reason to not like her??? like??? she writes amazing songs about fuckboys who have wronged her and stays in her own lane and sends flowers to people and treats fans like friends… and look if her music isn’t your thing then i get that, but to hate her and pretend she’s some evil snake?????? nah fam you read that on buzzfeed and didn’t think critically about it. 

anonymous asked:

do you have any fluffy peter & tony headcanons or anything tbh because im having a horrible day and im so anxious i feel like im gonna explode

(Okay I told myself I was gonna take a break from writing today but u know what. U deserve Good Tony and Peter Writing so,,,,I’m gonna do my best with that. Hope u feel better soon my friend, and I hope this helps in some way x)



His hands were shaking against the prompt cards he held in an iron-clad grip.


It was stupid, really. Ridiculous. He’d battled monsters and stopped bombs and yet here he was, getting worked up over a damn science presentation.

And there wasn’t even any reason why. He was good at science. Brilliant, if he did say so himself. And the whole school was full of science nerds like him, so it wasn’t as if he was going to get laughed off stage, either.


So why the damn hell did he feel so…awful?


Pull yourself together, Spiderman, he told himself, shaking his head a little and peaking out from behind the wings to watch the speech that was currently being given by another of his classmates. It was a mandatory thing in order for everyone to get a grade. Each of them had to present an idea or a theory to the rest of their year and put points that were for and against it. At the end, other kids asked questions, drilled you, probably started giggling and whispering if you couldn’t answer one of their godawful comments-

Ugh. He felt vaguely sick.


He’d been on edge the whole day just thinking about it. There were, what, a hundred faces, maybe more, in the audience? Including Flash, who was sat at the back, just waiting for Peter to slip up so he could laugh loudly or boo or something.

He could barely even think straight. His mind was all fuzzy and his palms were too sweaty. It felt like his lungs weren’t working properly anymore.

This sucked.


“Hey kid,”


Peter jerked wildly as someone stepped up to his shoulder. God, he’d been so out of it he hadn’t even heard them, what the hell was wrong with him-

“I- uh, hi Mr-” he turned, looking over and expecting to see a teacher. 

“Tony?” he said incredulously, as his brain registered the tinted yellow glasses and carefully sculpted van dyke.

“The one and only,” Tony replied absently, as he peered out through the wings and looked at the boy onstage, “you next?” He asked.

“I…what-you-how?” Peter spluttered, “what are you doing here?”

Tony looked at him, before shrugging. If Peter wasn’t mistaken, he almost looked sheepish. “You mentioned this thing, uh, a few days ago in the labs? I didn’t have anything on, so I though I’d come, show a bit of moral support, you know the drill,” he muttered. “How you feeling? You ready? Nervous?”

Peter opened his mouth, but the assurance failed to come out. He was a notoriously bad liar, after all.
Plus, his vocal cords didn’t really seem to be working very well right now. Which, considering what he was about to go up and do, was Very Very Bad.

Tony looked him up and down, noting the quivering hands, slightly green face and general expression of terror before sighing and pulling the sunglasses off his nose in order to place them on the bridge of Peter’s. “Okay, Peter, today you are not Peter. Today, you are me, and I am about to give a heart-raising, mind-blowing, showstopping speech on…” he peered down, reading the top of Peter’s card, “effective and innovative designs to contribute toward a greener society,” 

Peter just nodded, looking up at Tony through the yellow lenses.

“First thing,” Tony began, raising a hand and wandering backward, before gesturing around the place, “you gotta own the room, kid. Movement is important. Hands, feet, eyes- don’t just stand there like a lemon and read off the prompts. You wanna get a good grade? You engage the audience,” he stepped forward, pointing at Peter’s eye, and then his own, “eye contact. Always do the eye contact. Kinda terrifying, admittedly, but you only need to do it for a second. You’re not gonna stare em down like they’re trying to rob a bank here, okay, you’re just catching their eye. Showing them you’re focused, like you’re talking to them specifically. Keep moving around, look at everyone.”

He stopped. Grabbed Peter’s shoulder. “So, Mr Stark, how do you begin your speech?”

Peter stopped, caught off guard like a rabbit in the headlights. “Uhhhhh-”

“Okay, well for starters, I definitely don’t do that,” Tony shook his head, pushing the glasses a little further up Peter’s nose as they began to slip down. “You wanna begin with something simple. Casual. This isn’t a funeral service. You’re just putting an idea across. ‘hello everybody’ will suffice. I’d say open with a joke, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

Peter had to agree on that one. He took another look over to the side, and noticed the boy was beginning to wrap up. 

Oh, hell. He was next.

Tony noticed, too, and he let his other hand rest on Peter’s shoulder as well, so that he was gripping Peter between both hands. “Listen, kid. Stick to the basics. Eye contact. Movement. Keep it light, and don’t focus too hard on individuals. It’ll only freak you out. You’re gonna do great, kid. Honestly, you’re definitely the smartest one out there, you got nothing to worry about.”

“People are gonna laugh,” Peter muttered, looking down at his feet. God, Flash- Flash was gonna be a total ass, he could predict it perfectly. Peter would pause, just for a moment, and Flash would do something stupid like laugh or make a stupid noise and then it would throw Peter off-

“No-one’s gonna laugh, Kid,” Tony said, before his eyes narrowed. “Unless there’s someone who’s planning on ruining it for you. Is there?”

“I dunno, Flash said some stuff earlier, but… I dunno,” Peter mumbled, biting his lip. He wished he’d been ill today. Or HYDRA had decided to attack a Macy’s or something. At least that would have been a genuine excuse.

“Flash, huh?” Tony mused quietly, peering out into the audience, “greasy looking pussy at the back, right?”

Peter laughed nervously, nodding. “Uh, yeah, that’s the one.”

Tony pulled a face, and then nodded to himself. “Okay. Okay, cool. Well listen, I’ll make sure Flash isn’t a problem, alright? Don’t worry about him.”


A sudden wave of applause filled the auditorium, and signalled Peter’s turn up. 

“Big breath. Come on, you’ll kick ass. You’re Spiderman. Or you can be me, just for a few minutes, if that’ll make it easier,” Tony assured him, patting his cheek  and smiling.


“-And now, it is my great pleasure to present to you, Peter Parker!” The Principal announced, and another round of applause burst out.

Okay. Showtime.


“Wait, kid, sunglasses!” Tony caught him before he could move, sliding them back off his face with a grin, “they’re a tad too big for you. Don’t want them sliding off whilst you’re deep in the middle of solving the world’s energy crisis.”

Peter huffed out a nervous laugh, and then did as Tony said, taking a long, deep breath before turning away and walking slowly toward the main stage.


He could do this. Tony did it all the time. He could be Tony, just for five and a half minutes, right? Tony had said he could.


His hands were still shaking a little as he stepped in front of everyone, but he felt a little braver. A little prouder. Maybe even confident.


At the back of the hall, he watched Tony slip in through the doors, more inconspicuous than Peter had ever seen him as he wandered toward the back row and grabbed a chair, leaning over the back of it and whispering something into-

Peter sighed, unable to hold back the little grin of satisfaction as Flash’s head turned to look up at him, eyes widening in a hilarious fashion as he realised, yet again, he was being told off by Tony Stark.

It was even more amusing to watch the colour drain from his face as Tony continued to whisper in his ear. He watched as Flash nodded a little jerkily, and then Tony smiled, before stepping back and leaning against the back wall, right in the middle where Peter could see him.


He grinned up when Peter made eye contact, and Peter smiled back.


He could do this.




“You did it!” 


Peter turned, smile on his face as he watched Tony jog up toward him, hands raised in a thumbs-up as he grinned over. Luckily, the presentation had been at the last period, and so Peter was free to get the fuck out and finally relax for the first time that day.

“Yeah- I think it went…well,” Peter admitted happily.

 Tony pulled a face, letting his arm fall across Peter’s shoulders and squeeze. “Uhm, you did more than ‘well’, kid- you totally blew everyone else out of the water.”

“You didn’t even see everyone else, Tony.”

He felt the shrugging gesture Tony made beside him. “I’m gonna go ahead and assume here, kid. You were great. Very Tony Stark-ish. Except with less narcissism and more genuine-ness, y’know? Never would’ve guessed you were nervous.”

Peter grimaced. “I thought I was gonna throw up the entire time.”

“Well then, you are a remarkable actor, Mr Parker,” Tony told him, “hey, how about doing my speech for me this weekend at the charity gala I am being forcibly blackmailed into attending? I have a busy schedule of sleeping and eating and I don’t want it disturbed.”

Peter laughed, giving Tony a shove, “thanks, but if it’s all the same with you, I’m never going to give a speech ever again. That was crazy. Everyone stares at you. What the hell?”

“Yeah, when you’re the only person talking in a huge auditorium, people tend to do that,” Tony huffed, shaking his head, “so damn rude of them.”

“It really is,” Peter agreed, hiking his bag up a little further on to his shoulder before turning to tony, a grin beginning to form on his face. “Hey- what did you tell Flash, by the way?”

Tony tapped his nose secretively. “None of your business.”

“Aw, come on, I see him most, it’s more my business than yours.”

“Hey, maybe I just like him. Maybe I was having a catch up, Peter, huh? You’re not special, I might be secretly mentoring him, too.”

Peter rolled his eyes, shoving Tony playfully and then grabbing his arm before he went careering to the floor. “Whoops- superstrength.”

“That was a threat, wasn’t it? I feel threatened. Again. Physical threats, this time, too- it’s getting worse-”

“Tony,” Peter whined frustratedly, “please tell me.”

Tony stopped, hand half-way to reaching his car door before turning to look back at Peter. “I told him if he made a single sound, I’d hack the school system and turn all his A* into C’s,” he admitted, before adding “is that bad? I don’t know- I tend to threaten both adults and kids alike, what can I say, I’m all about equality,” 

Peter watched, smile on his face as Tony jumped into his car and pulled his shades back on. “You did good, kid. I’ll see you ‘round,” he said, shooting Peter another thumbs up before revving the engine and pulling out of the car park.

Peter watched, shaking his head fondly. He felt kinda exhausted- the day had been stressful as fuck, and it had taken it out of him. But hey- at least it was over. And at least it hadn’t turned into a full-blown panic attack, either. That would’ve just been embarrassing.

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter muttered, waving cheerily over at a still rather horrified looking Flash from across the road before beginning to make his way down the drive.



“Wait. You got a lift?”


Peter turned, watching as Tony reversed back to him and raised an eyebrow at him curiously from the open window.

“Sorry, I don’t get in cars with strangers,” Peter deadpanned, beginning to walk forward again, hiding a fond grin as Tony just rolled forward and followed him.

“Uhh,” Tony made a face, turning around and shuffling in his car for a second before pulling out something. It was a bag of kisses, a few of them already eaten, with the wrappers thrown back in the bag. “I got candy?”

Peter broke his deadpan stare a second later, in order to laugh. Tony was a fucking idiot, honestly. “Right, okay, I’ve been convinced,” he declared, before sliding over the bonnet and opening the door on the other side.

As soon as he’d fallen in, Tony flicked him on the ear. “Ow!” He yelped, looking betrayed.

“Don’t slide your dirty school jeans over my car, you heathen,” Tony scolded, before turning back to the road and stepping on accelerate. “And don’t touch my radio. We’re listening to my music, not yours.”

Peter groaned, “ugh, but your music taste is-”

“Unless you want to get forcibly removed from this vehicle, I suggest you quit running your mouth, boy,” 

Peter looked over to him. There was silence for a stretch, before Peter muttered, “Metallica sucks.”

“RIGHT,” Tony pulled his sunglasses off, chucking them at Peter’s chest and then moving his hand to the dash where all his modified features sat, “that’s it, you’re getting ejected, buh-bye demon child-”

“TONY NO I’M SORRY I DIDN’T M-”

Yoongi As Your Boyfriend

so this was requested. also, yoongs would be a great boyfriend, getting that out of the way. also, my friend’s bias is yoongi. get wrecked bish.

request: Can you plz do yoongi as a bf?? ..ur writing is just so good and literally wow god bless👌❤️❤️ 

also, thank you for the compliment ^^ i’m trying my best

here’s my masterlist, and requests are open~

Originally posted by meanyoongis

  • he’s perfect bless him
  • if he’s your boyfriend then you won at life
  • like no joke at all
  • you slayed existence
  • hmm, i don’t think this gramps would be able to strike a conversation with a stranger, so, uh, let’s say you are a friend of the boys but like, not super close with yoongs k
  • he’s the guy who would admire from distance, he doesn’t take initiative, and he’s kind of content with the relationship he has with you
  • ok not really
  • “namjoon, set me up with them” “what? why?” “because i said so”
  • he isn’t as smooth but he gets the message across lmao
  • hmm, i imagine you’d go to a music shop with namjoon and yoongi tags along and suddenly where’s namjoon
  • but it’s okay, you got yoongi with you
  • tbh he seems pretty cold and intimidating
  • but you ask him about some album or artist and his eyes literally light up and he starts rambling and he got this cute lil smile on his lips the whole time and he’s gesticulating and you’ve never seen someone be so excited over talking
  • and by the time you guys are over with talking about music, the shop needs to close so you get evacuated really smoothly but you don’t even realize, you’re still talking
  • you even forgot about namjoon, poor guy he’s 10 feet behind you guys, patting himself on the shoulder bc “great job nams”

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[ that’s honestly so adorable ^^ here ya go, hope you enjoy it !! thanks so much for requesting !! :) ]

Seokjin 

➸ It was late at night when Jin felt the pressure against his side. It was if something were pushing him, or trying to grab his attention. He tried ignoring it, only for the force to become harder - concluding that he wasn’t dreaming and that whoever it was, wasn’t going to let him go back to sleep. Groaning softly, he sits up with squinted eyes, them adjusting to the darkness and finally onto you - hunched over in fear with wide and guilty eyes. Seeing your expression seemed to knock the sleep right out of him, as he sat up, giving you his full attention. 

“What’s wrong, jagi? Did you have a nightmare?” 

You shook your head, playing with the hem of his shirt. “I…I have to…”

“What is it?” 

He couldn’t see it, but he knew you were blushing from embarrassment as your refused to look him in the eye. It wasn’t until he noticed how tightly you were squeezing your thighs together that he had to put two and two together. Jin chuckles softly as he rubs a warm hand over your leg, allowing you to relax - now that you were sure he wasn’t upset that you woke him up. 

“Y/n, do you want me to walk you to the bathroom, again?” Nodding your head, you quietly apologized for it being the sixth time that week you woke him up to walk you to the bathroom; it made you feel so immature. “Baby, there’s nothing to be sorry for. We all have our fears. Yours, unfortunately, happened to be the dark and our bathroom just happened to be down the hall. So, no need to be sorry, okay?” 

He leaned forward to place a tired kiss on your forehead, bringing a small smile to your burning face. “Thank you,” you would sigh in relief that he didn’t reprimand you about your fear. 

“Now, let’s go empty that bladder of yours.” He suddenly cringed. “Forget I said that - that sounded a lot cuter in my head.” 

Yoongi 

➸ You laid in the bed, wide awake, contemplating your next move. It was currently 2:47 AM, your had to pee really bad, but it was also pitch black in your room. Mentally cursing your childhood fear of the dark never going away, you were stuck with two options. The only problem was that one of those options involved waking Yoongi up. Which, from experience, didn’t always end up being pretty. He was very persistent in his sleeping, always letting you know how important it was to him - and you understood completely. 

But right now, you were desperate and ready to burst. 

It was fine until you suddenly started feeling as if you could no longer hold it, and the squirming had begun. You couldn’t help it, holding in the urge to pee was just pure torture, it nearly driving you to tears; you were in a major dilemma.  Suddenly, a hand gripped one of your squirming legs rough enough to the point you almost peed yourself right then and there. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” The sound of his gruff morning voice sent chills down your spine.     He’s awake. 

“I…I have to pee…” 

“Then fucking go pee, Y/n…” 

“I-I..I can’t…” 

He sighs loudly, sitting up in the bed. Turning on the lamp on his side, Yoongi stares at you with hooded eyes. The sight of his hair being all over the place would have made you laugh any other day, but right now he looked a little pissed - so laughing wasn’t even thought of.  “Why not?” 

You sat in silence for only a few seconds, fiddling with your fingers, while avoiding eye contact. There was no way you could just admit your fear and have him walk you to the bathroom - that’s just embarrassing, especially at your age. Yoongi sighs once again, tilting his head until it rested on his shoulder, his eyes closing slowly. 

“Sweetheart, just spit it out, so we can both go back to sleep, please?” 

“ImafraidofthedarkandIneedyoutowalkmetothebathroom!” 

His eyes reopened at how fast you actually spat it out. Blinking a couple of times, his brain finally process what you said. “Is that all?” 

Shocked that he took your confession so well, probably from being barely awake, you nodded. Sighing for the third time, Yoongi sluggishly got out from under the covers, heading for the door. He turned his head backward once he realized you were still in the bed, raising an eyebrow while holding out his hand. 

“Come on, you big baby~” 

Namjoon

 He woke up to whispers in his ear. Scrunching his eyebrows in confusion, he grumbled lowly at the feeling of his ear being tickled by whoever the voice belonged to. It wasn’t until the whispered turned into normal volume, and dragged him from his dreams and back to reality. Opening his eyes reluctantly, they immediately set on you as you hovered over his figure, with your hands caging his head in. Namjoon stared up at you for a moment - as if he wasn’t sure if you were real or not. 

“Joonie, will you walk with me to the bathroom?” 

Now he knew he was dreaming. There was no way that you would be hovering over him in this position - better yet, waking him up in the middle of the night - just so he could take you to the bathroom, instead of funny business. It wasn’t until you gripped his shoulders and started shaking him, while whining softly in desperation. 

“Please, Namjoon-ah, it’s really dark down the hall - and I can’t go by myself! What if something grabs me?! What if there’s a killer just waiting for me in the dark abyss, ready to stab me?!” 

“So you want me to go with you so I can get stabbed for you?” 

“Namjoon!” 

“Alright, alright, I’m up. Calm down, I will walk you to the bathroom.” Sitting up to stretch, he pats your head after he yawns. “You’re lucky I love you, because if you were one of the boys, they wouldn’t have to worry about some killer stabbing them - I’d do it for him.” 

Hoseok 

 Hoseok had just found the perfect position to sleep in, sighing deeply that he could now finally drift into dreamland, after tossing and turning all night. Right when he crossed the line between awareness and unawareness, you started to gently poke him on his back, making his muscles clench up in surprise. Rolling over to face you, he almost choked you when you asked a ridiculous question. 

“Did I wake you?” 

Obviously. But he bit back the sarcastic reply and replaced it with a more sweeter one. From the look on your face, it was what you needed at the moment. “No, no, I was awake. Just laying here, trying to get comfortable. Why, what’s going on?” 

“Okay, you’re gonna think I’m stupid for asking this…” 

“I would never, no matter what the circumstance, jagi. I am your hope, your angel, you can ask me anything.” 

You sighed. “Promise you won’t laugh?” 

Hoseok sits up, doing the absolute most by actually crossing his heart and zipping his mouth shut. Now giving you his full attention, you inhaled a deep breath. 

“I’m terrified of the dark, have been ever since I was little, and I…I need you to walk with me so I can use the bathroom…” 

Now, he knew that he promised he wouldn’t laugh. But, he never promised that he wouldn’t coo at how adorable you were at that very moment in his eyes. Squishing your cheeks while making kissy faces at you, Hoseok couldn’t contain how cute you were being. 

“Aw, my poor widdle baby, of course I’ll escort you to the bathroom. You sweet little princess, you~” Placing tiny pecks on every aspect of your face, you couldn’t help but to chuckle slightly at his sudden shower of affection. But, hey, this was Hoseok. What did you expect? 

“I think it would’ve been better if you had just laughed, Hobi…”

“Oh, hush, you love it. Now, TO THE BATHROOM.” 

Jimin 

 He had passed out after attempting to sit through a horror movie with you. It’s not that it wasn’t scary, Jimin was just exhausted from practice that once he got comfortable on the couch - he could barely keep his eyes open. That sadly left you to suffer through the movie by yourself. Unfortunately, toward the end of it, you had to go to the bathroom.  Looking around the living area, you whimpered as you saw that he had turned all the lights out before the movie started, leaving the tv to be your only light source. 

After witnessing death on the television, getting up from the safety of your boyfriend was the last thing you wanted to do. But, you really had to go pee, and sitting there hoping the feeling would go away was out of the question. Sighing heavily, you looked over you sleeping boyfriend, hating that you had to wake him up from his peaceful slumber. But, it was now or never; at least you could wake him up gently. 

Leaning closer to him, you place soft kisses on the side of face, while rubbing a hand up and down his chest slowly. That seemed to get him to stir a little bit, as his eyes fluttered open not too long after. Looking around for a bit, a little disoriented, he realized where he was and who woke him up. Smiling softly at you, he leaned in as well to return the sweet gesture. 

“Sorry, I must have dozed off…guess I missed the whole mov-”

“It’s fine. Uh, but you can make it up to me some other way.”

Taking that suggestion the wrong way pretty fast, his content smile melted into a grin in no time, as his hands slowly trailed to the inside of your shirt - all the while, gently pushing you backward to lay on the couch. You quickly stopped him by shaking your head, your hands placed firmly on his chest. 

“No, no, no, not like that. I mean you could…I don’t know, possibly, maybe…come with me to the bathroom? I have to pee really badly, and after watching this movie, and it being dark as shit, I don’t want to walk by myself.” 

As Jimin hovered above you, he couldn’t help but to laugh at the situation. That was not where he thought this was going. “Don’t tell me the fearless Y/n L/n is afraid of the dark~” 

“I never said I was fearless! And so what if I am…there’s no harm in being afraid of what you can’t see in.” 

“Jagi, that’s so cute~! Okay, I’ll walk you to the bathroom - but what shall be my reward afterwards?” His grin returns, lips going to work on your jaw - slowly trailing down to your neck. Playfully rolling your eyes, you push him back once more, almost letting out a chuckle when he whined in protest.  

“Bladder first, dirty tango later.” 

Quickly jumping up from the couch, he grabs your arm to hurriedly throw you over his shoulder, practically sprinting through the darkness toward the bathroom. 

“Tonight, we shall dance!” 

Taehyung 

“Tae. Taehyung, please wake up, this is an emergency..!” 

He groaned once it finally registered that you were trying to shake him awake. Scrunching his face in annoyance, he merely pulled you to lay back down as he slowly started to roll on top of you - just to make sure you wouldn’t wake him again.   He was mistaken. 

“Tae, please get off, holding it in is hard enough! I don’t need you pressing on my bladder, too!” Now you were beating on his back, tugging on his shirt, while wiggling from side to side. It was apparent that you weren’t going to let him fall back to sleep at this rate, so he decided to finally give in and open his eyes. 

Still not rising up from laying on you, he lifted his head to where he could glare at you through the darkness. “Okay. I’m awake. What is the matter?” 

“I have to pee really bad, but it’s dark and I can’t see a thing, and the bathroom is so far away and I’m afraid to go by myself. And now, you’re currently putting pressure on my stomach, making it 10x harder for me to hold it in, so would you please get off and take me to the bathroom?” 

Taehyung held a straight face for a short minute and a half, until a shit-eating smirk spread wide across his face. 

“You need me to protect you, Y/n?” 

“Tae, don’t make this weird, please…this is embarrassing enough…” You shrunk underneath him, trying to avoid eye contact, but he wasn’t having it as he gripped your jaw - directing your attention back to him. 

“I’ll keep the big, bad monsters away, babygirl~ You came to the right oppa, I shall guide you through the night - among many other nights to come - and keep you from ever fearing the-”

“Baby, that’s nice and all, but unless you want me to piss myself right at this very moment, I suggest you start guiding me asap.” 

“Good idea.” 

Jungkook 

 “You want me to what…?” 

It was almost midnight when you decided to wake Jungkook up, cuddled up to his chest as you muttered into his shirt. The first time you spoke, it wasn’t even above a whisper, now you were replying with your face buried in his chest. Lifting up, while taking you with him, he made you straddling his waist so he could finally understand what you were trying to say. 

“[Sigh] I said…can you please walk me to the bathroom?”  

“But you know where the bathroom is…” He croaked, rubbing his eyes. Jungkook didn’t understand what you needed him for, when you would go to the bathroom just fine in the daytime without his help. But, that was just it. 

It wasn’t daytime anymore. 

“I know it’s just…dark. And I…I’m…” 

This was definitely new to him. Never in his life did he think that his girlfriend would wake him in the middle of the night, just so he could walk her to the bathroom. But, that idea alone made you special. And the fact that you trusted him to protect you - filled him with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Leaning up to peck you lips, he smiles softly. 

“Want me to buy a night light?” 

Never felt so outraged on behalf of the Twins ever before.
I am tearing up out of frustration, that’s how upset and angry I am!

THE TWINS DESERVE IT. THEY WORK HARD, THEY RESPECT AND ADORE THEIR FANS, THEY ARE ADMIRABLE, ROLE MODELS, RESPECTABLE, HUMBLE AND ACTUALLY PUT UP A CLEAN IMAGE

And instead

YOU FUCKTARDS GIVE AN AWARD LIKE CHOICE YOUTUBER TO JAKE THE SNAKE?

SO YOUR CHOICE OF YOUTUBE ENTERTAINMENT IS SHAMELESS RACISM, MISOGYNISTIC BEHAVIOUR (Jake literally shoved Tessa because he got mad) AND SOMEONE SO SELF OBSESSED THAT HE HAS HAS NO DECENCY OR RESPECT FOR ANYONE

Motel Meetup

Summary: You walk in on Sam watching porn, and a light bulb goes off in your head.

A/N: Hi went crazy writing this so grab some clean panties and strap in. 

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, oral (female and male receiving), squirting, a bit of cum play, dirty talk (kinda ties in with language but I mean really dirty. Very explicit fic.

Word Count: 3.8k

Originally posted by welcometowincesthell

You raised an eyebrow as you towel dried your hair in the dimly lit motel bathroom. There was…moaning coming from the other room? You quickly wrapped your towel around your body and slowly opened the bathroom door to see Sam sitting at the edge of his bed - intently watching the tv.

You grinned at the look on his face, the man was all but drooling.

“Are you watching porn?!” you were able to question just before you began laughing. Dean was out, and Sam must’ve thought you were too.

“I uh-” Sam stuttered out before quickly turning the tv off.

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