more people should know about it

doublebubbletea replied to your video: badcharacterdesign: call me cynical but i think…

im really not trying to start anything but it kind of just seems like youre taking your own views and putting them onto a movie made (arguably) for kids? i dont really think they intended any harm with this film? im a bit confused. i would love you to expand on this so i can learn/understand more of your perspective (:

kids arent dumb

and they should also be taught to appreciate livestock animals from a young age or you get people who think cows/pigs/chickens are ‘gross and dirty’ animals with no thoughts

i bring my chickens to school/daycare to show children, its sad how much they dont know about them, but immediately they begin to obsess over them like any cat or dog. we live in a society thats extremely isolated from what makes our everyday life and food possible.

anonymous asked:

I feel like adults don't get Spider-Man homecoming like I've seen plenty of reviews complaining that flash is non threatening and not a bully (nobody gets beat up by the jock anymore) and how Peter is too childish and immature (LITERALLY THE POINT HES A CHILD)

Really omg everyone I know who’s seen it has loved it when will Adults relax like you said he’s a kid in high school ofc he’s immature have you met a high schooler and yeah no one gets pushed into lockers anymore bullying is more subversive than that maybe people should actually listen to kids when they talk about their lives now and get with the times babes

Forgive me of my sins, I'm about to get dark.

Heya everyone! So um, wow. I’m seeing a ton of discourse about Rika on my dash! At this point, most people know how I feel about her, and may or may not agree. That’s actually really cool and it should be that way because discussion is important! So… this isn’t about her. Well, not completely. I’ve had a bit of a thought about Mint Eye. More specifically, about what real life events probably influenced Mint Eye’s creation. So, I’m going to talk about a real life cult that has eerie similarities to Mint Eye, and to Rika. If this isn’t your thing, you may want to skip this because this topic can be a bit sensitive. I just want to explain that while the whole the game is fictional, this stuff actually happens. In our real world. I’m going to preface this with a huge Trigger Warning for: cults, drug use, torture (including children, but I refuse to get graphic about it), terrorist activities, and just some really gross awful stuff. I’ll try not to get graphic about anything but this stuff will be briefly mentioned because of the similarities to ME activity. The last 2 paragraphs explain why I wrote this.

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first step: tax income above $250,000 ($500,000 for a married couple) at 99%

anonymous asked:

Hey have any tips on making a cool charictor

Do I have any? You know, every person has their own way to do that. Some people come up with a story first, some think about appearances and behaviour and then put a character in a story, some do that kind of at the same time. I use all of those methods. I’d say create “real” people. Give your characters good and bad traits, cool character isn’t flawless. In my opinion cool characters should simply be interesting and what’s more interesting than a person with flaws and weaknesses, perfection is boring and annoying :)

I don’t know what the current translated version is, but to be honest I think people should talk more about this scene

In this panel, Frock called Erwin as Levi’s “precious thing (大事なもの)”

anonymous asked:

Dude you are awesome but you get offended when someone talks things about you but when you do that its alright you're a hypocrite, I get you dont like lili and cole but dont be like that and go saying its a joke you know lili has mental problems (what i heard and read) right? They probably get hate everyday because of things they do and you should know more than anyone how that feels. I know i never had it as heated as you but it really sucks. I just wanted to clarify that and keep your head up.

I don’t get offended when people talk shit on me. As long as they have some well backed up claims on WHY they hate me.
And lilis mental problems are common.
I have anxiety, ADHD, previous depression, minor Tourette’s, OCD, and I’m on the spectrum (granted not that much but I’m still there) and I’m not saying that for pity or compliments. I accept who I am and I love who I am. celebrities should have tough enough skin to ignore me, some 16 year old who runs a damn Tumblr blog. Don’t go defending a celebrity with millions of fans just because some teenager with mere thousands said something a lil mean.

I got something to say okay, I love andreil but some of the fic is just too damn much. so many of y'all have this r*pe fantasy or something because every other fic is about neil getting r*ped like honestly what the fuck? I get that the book isn’t all sunshine and roses but y'all are going on some whole other level. and this isn’t me saying that you can’t have stories with r*pe victims (though why not focus on the one that’s you know, ALREADY THERE) but you guys are out here graphically describing it like it’s horror porn or something and tbh it’s pretty disgusting and I think a lot more people should be talking about it

anonymous asked:

I want you to read a thing I wrote but it got no notes and I love your writing and you're just !!!! and afjndl;gnjbgb

oh my goodness dude first of all i am far more ?????? than i am !!!!! like genuinely i promise i’m just a regular old nerd 

second of all pal i’m sure i would love to read your stuff like i’m crazy behind still from being gone for a month but i love seeing all the insane talent that goes on around here !!

third of all i wanna give you a little bit of advice that you didn’t ask for because that’s just who i am as a person i guess. i know it can be hard to not fixate on notes, trust me i know, but it’s also important to remember that just because you don’t have a ton of followers or people aren’t reblogging your thing, it doesn’t mean that it’s not good.

the fact that you’re writing and POSTING it??? like that ALONE is incredible do you know how much courage it takes to put your art out there?? it’s crazy hard and people that don’t do it don’t understand that and thus don’t always give you the recognition you deserve for putting yourself out there like that. 

at the end of the day, you gotta write for you and no one else. when it starts feeling like you’re doing it for other people instead of because this is a thing you enjoy or that you have fun doing or that brings you some sort of fulfillment, take a step back and remind yourself why you started. write something just for you, write something you’ve been putting off bc you don’t think anyone will read it, maybe just take a break from writing altogether!

ultimately, try to work towards being in a place where the notes don’t matter, and that you can just be proud of what you’re making bc my dude you SHOULD be proud. you’re amazing and you’re making stuff and I’M proud of that.

okay that’s it for the unwanted advice for tonight sorry y’all bye. 

anonymous asked:

Big mood on your 🚫 first of all Wonho is reduced to his look way too much (the company pushes this image as well which, Why stop) and I think it contributes to his insecurities. Hyungwon is so much more, he's one of those people who are quiet but never should be underestimated because after a few videos you'll truly see his unique personality shine. Kihyun honestly would give his life for his members and Shownu expresses his emotions not just through his face but body language

wow… i ghost wrote this entire ask… i want this entire paragraph tattooed on my forehead, times new roman 12pt font

witchoil  asked:

❤️❤️❤️🤗

It’s true that you’re like someone out of a story.  You’re partly a force of nature and partly a follower of those forces.  There’s always going to be a little bit of starlight about you.

But I also need to make sure you know how much I love the regular person about you.  You’re the kind of woman who is always looking to learn and understand as much as you can, and to apply that knowledge immediately in a way that can teach or help people around you.  You take risks and are always thinking about how you think and the consequences of what you do.  And I think people should work on themselves the way you do.  I think more people should be like you.

People shocked by reports out of Carrie Fisher’s autopsy are shocked for the wrong reason. Carrie had always been open about her lifelong (meaning, continuous, not over) struggles with addiction and mental illness and where the two sometimes meet. She was never coy or secretive about this.

Did these drugs play a minor role in her death? Sure. People who do not do drugs tend to live longer than those who do. That’s a given. However Carrie did not O.D. The drugs in her system, could have been days old, she could’ve been sober on that flight. You don’t know but we do know her cause of death was not attributed to drugs.

What should be catching more attention is that Sleep Apnea played the biggest role in her death. A condition many people downplay, resigning it to “lol snoring.” Sleep disorders are serious. Carrie Fisher’s made her stop breathing and she died. Carrie Fisher’s gradually broke down her heart. 

If you frequently have excessive daytime sleepiness despite a full night of sleep, snore, or commonly wake up gasping in the middle of the night or feeling out of breath: see a physician and get a referral for a Sleep Study. It just might save your life – or at least prolong it. Take care of yourselves.

there’s a rule about taking Doctor Who seriously and it’s that to take it seriously you need to not take it too seriously 

this show doesn’t take itself seriously, no matter how dark it might get at times

this isn’t some fucking gritty Edgelord show, this is a show watched by millions of children about hope and belief and trying to help people even when it seems hopeless and even when it doesn’t work, we should never hope that anyone in it stays dead, especially not anyone that represents so much for so many

above all we should never as older fans want anything for it that would take away from the enjoyment of the younger fans

you can’t treat it the same way you would a lot of other shows. its demographic is anyone who is willing to believe in it, anyone of any age. 

this is a show about an idiot in a magical box who fixes things with a screwdriver and a belief in the goodness of people

an idiot who gets into ridiculous situations that are often also dire, who saves the day always but only uses violence as a last resort, who tries to win with words and cleverness first 

over the last few years it’s been one of the only shows on television still trying to tell a hopeful story in a world obsessed with Edgy Cynical Realism, while never shying away from how harsh the universe can be

it is a show about possibility where almost any thing or person or story that can be imagined could be plausible (hello, people being killed by plastic inflatable chairs, a small box being infinitely huge on the inside, a lesbian being saved by her magical star girlfriend)

it is a show created by lifelong fans, it is a constant love letter to itself with stupid little in jokes and nostalgic trips, and above all it is a message and lesson of hope and kindness

take it or leave it but that is what it will or at least should always be

A poem Tyler wrote about Vessel and performed in Tulsa ( 2014) I think more people should know about

Summertime has come to a close,

now everybody knows.

And just like every summer time comes to an end

so does this show.


We’ve played this great city more than 

once or twice and we hope

we’ve made them dance, we’ve made them sing , 

we’ve made them proud of every note.


It’s a little sad to say

this is the last time that we’ll play

at this place, with this album 

Where Vessel ruled the day.


When the summertime did fade,

Vessel is what you’ve made

And Tulsa ruled the day, yes Tulsa ruled the day


source ( 04:10)

Aries: You are alluring, enchanting and full of wolfs screams. You’re not a bad person for letting words escape your lips, you’re not bad if you feel regret after exploding. Accept yourself ‘cause let’s face it, you’re pretty damn great.

Taurus: You have hands that heal wounds, your touch made them feel so much better about their scars. Why can’t you just know that you aren’t an open wound anymore, you’re not bleeding. You have eyes like romanticized suicide, hush it’s alright; just not tonight.

Gemini: Your hair is flowing like the silk on your mattress made of broken dreams. Award winning lips spilling misleading sips of information like honey slips from the tips of the toes of bees. You don’t know, but it’s better to move on than to let go. It won’t show, but you grow; inside.

Cancer: How sweet it is to be loved by you, how cruel it is to be hated by you. You have a venomous edge but your compassion makes you sting yourself. Take care of yourself for once, it’s medicine to the ones who care too much, I think it’s called love.

Leo: You always cloud your own mind, a different track of thoughts every time. An aposiopesis that’s not to be controlled, they’re gone. Wanderer of the past, basking in dark halls filled with harps and sirens luring people in. You’re bewitching your own mind, stop. They can’t hurt you anymore. You’re safe.

Virgo: You are all the seasons and all the colors, you overwhelm me with scent, taste and sight. Too many feelings for such a soul, nimiety. Breathe, you’re okay. You’ll be okay love. The seasons all stop changing eventually, and the rain eventually stops cascading down the windows of your soul. Close your eyes and hold on tight, it’s a wild ride to come where you belong.

Libra: You have comeliness, you paint the town in black and white with bright red eyes and vibrant lights. I can’t believe your art is less beautiful than you, it’s more beautiful than me. It’s as beautiful as you, pulchritude.

Scorpio: You write an encomium about someone cantankerous. You don’t have to put up with the shit of someone who gives you nothing but tears. Fly like an eagle, you’re strong & free. And so much more than what you think you are and should be. You’re a dark soul, a warrior with a knife and Scarlett blood running down open wounds. Just because people can’t see your pain doesn’t mean you’re not hurt. Outlast the ignorance, you know its going to get better.

Sagittarius: You lost yourself in the alleyway you divagated in. You waylaid the demons in your heart, you’re sparkling scintillas of hope. “HOPE” is knitted on your blue denim jacket. Your thoughts are blue clouds of smoke filled with ‘h o p e’ Don’t become hopeless, unless it’s hopelessly in love. Stay a believer, don’t let them take you.

Capricorn: Don’t be beguiled by the tactlessness of heartless people, you are made in heaven off feather wings and pearly eyes. People would do kinesics on you all day because you move and work so angelic. You’re a kind soul not to be befouled.

Aquarius: You are abstruse. Don’t feel abashed because of your own self complexity, you are a puzzle made of thousands of colors and thoughts left unsaid. You’re waggish, laughing at the insults that hurt you ‘cause humor is the best coping mechanism. Nobody will think you’re hurt even though their nescience throws you off, don’t worry. You’re smarter than they know.

Pisces: Unflegged, innocent, dainty, I know how they portray you. But they know your words & not your thoughts. The darkness lurking at late night and the stars shining in your bright eyes, don’t let the stars stop shining for people who like rain better than sunshine. Shine. Shine to keep yourself warm and don’t burn yourself down to keep others warm. They don’t deserve your heat.

—  Late night writing.

teamstopfightingassholes  asked:

Oh man I just went through all of your voltron headcanon when I should be sleeping and they're so so good

here have some more bud ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_ 

  • hunk, barging into keith’s room at 3am: “keith i need your help wi- …are you wearing your boots in bed
    • listen. it pays to be prepared, hunk. hunk no don’t go tell lance-
    • for the next week lance points at keith doing mundane tasks and says “look there’s keith kogane. model paladin. Always Ready For Action”
  • allura: [is an incredible and level headed diplomat] allura, trying to make friends: “hey so uh you got any deep dark secrets you wanna share”
  • if you piss off pidge she’ll turn off the gravity in your room
  • coran: “lance can you-” lance: “can’t sorry i have homework”
  • “okay but do we all have to be paladins? because if we get to choose i wanna be a bard”
  • shiro is a constant victim of spoilers
    • everyone’s behind on tv right now but shiro’s even more behind
    • “man you know what i miss? galaxy wars. i seriously gotta know what happened to drax’s daughter after mira’s betrayal” “wait mira did what-
    • stop! talking! about! galaxy wars! he’s only on season 2!
  • hunk: “why is your back all scratched up” lance, who just spent an hour chasing a space raccoon after hunk told him not to: “i’m having an affair”
So I work for my local Child Protective Services...

And everyone’s response is the same when they hear this: sympathy, they could never do my job, ouch, etc. Very appropriate responses, but all of these are typically in regards to the families I work with.

I will be honest: many of the parents I encounter should never have been parents. Ever. Many should not even be trusted with a cactus, nonetheless another living being. However, most of my families AREN’T like this, and the ones which are like this I tend to give some slack, even as I’m working like hell to keep their kids safe. Many of them have severe mental health issues, and many have been told, despite not having a parenting bone in their body, that they SHOULD be parents and they needed to grow up and BE parents, without ever acknowledging that parenting is completely beyond their abilities.

Which brings me to the frustrating portion of the job: people who SHOULD know better and yet don’t. 

These are the supposedly mentally healthy, educated, intelligent beings who return to the children to the parents against all evidence pointing out how terribly this will end. These are the people who struggle to provide evidence against the parents in court because they want to be liked and they don’t want to bad talk the parents. These are the people who close their eyes against warning sign after warning sign because despite multiple HORRIFIC failures, they want to give these parents a chance, because they’re sure that these parents love their children and want the best for them…deep down. Really deep down.

There is a view on what parenting is supposed to be and what the relationship between parents and their children are supposed to be and don’t get me started on the myths regarding maternal instincts. It’s easy to get wrapped up in ideals and ignore the blatant evidence right in front of them, and the result is too many children being endangered…and in some cases, depending on the children, people AROUND the children being endangered.

I had one adoptive parent, who was related to the father, be so upset because the father couldn’t “man up” and take responsibility because he was signing away his rights to the child. I had to convince her that he WAS fulfilling his responsibility: by recognizing that he could not possibly parent the child and was allowing the child to grow up in a good home.

I’m childfree, and I’ve heard multiple times that I should have kids and I would be such a good mother and blahblahblah. Being childfree has given me a perspective a lot of people around me don’t have. These people believe that everyone should have children and everyone has the instinct to love, protect, and nurture those children. This can lead to actively dangerous situations for the children, and even when the parent states that they can’t do it, that they hate the child, that they want someone else to have the child, I still hear judges and counselors and service providers insisting that if the parent just had a LITTLE MORE HELP…

So, no. It’s typically not the parents which make my job so hard. It’s the people who should know better and get confused when everything goes to hell.

Liz’s Party l Peter Parker

Summary: Spiderman shows up at Liz’s party to impress everyone, mostly the reader.

Warning: some spoilers

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Type: Alternative scene (what would have happened if Peter showed up at Liz’s party as Spiderman to impress the reader…)

Part Two Here / Part Three Here / Part Four Here / Part Five Here / Part Six Here


It was gym class and Ned was currently holding down Peter’s feet as he did sit ups. Ned had recently found out that Peter was Spiderman and was constantly asking his best friend questions about being an Avenger.

“Hey,” Ned piped up. “Can I be your guy in the chair?”

“What?” Peter whispered, not wanting to be too loud.

“You know there is a guy with a headset telling the other guy where to go. Like if you were stuck or lost somewhere, I could tell you where to go because there would be screens and monitors around me. And I could be your guy in the chair,” Ned pleaded.

“Ned, I don’t need a guy in the chair,” Peter insisted.

“Looking good, Parker,” the gym teacher said. Peter paused momentarily before continuing with his sit ups.

“You see for me it would be…f*ck Thor, marry Iron Man, and kill Hulk,” Betty Brant said from the bleachers.

“What about the Spiderman,” Y/N voice piped up, making all her friends on the bleachers look at her.

“It’s just Spiderman,” Liz shrugged.

“Did you guys see that big security cam on youtube? He fought off four guys!” Peter and Ned watched Y/N as she practically praised the Spiderman.

“Oh my gosh. She’s crushing on Spiderman,” Betty joked.

“No way!”

“Kinda,” Y/N shrugged, a blush creeping up onto her face. Peter glance at Ned then turned his attention back to the group.

“Ugh. Gross. He’s probably like thirty,” Betty said.

“You don’t even know what he looks like. What if he is like seriously burned?” Liz suggested.

“I wouldn’t care. I would still love him for the person he is on the inside,” Y/N replied. “He’s a good man and its obvious he really cares about this city. That is something I really admire about him.”

“Peter knows Spiderman,” Ned blurted. Peter’s mouth dropped open and he turned towards Ned. Everyone in the room went silent and all their eyes were on Peter, even Y/N’s.

“Uh, no I don’t,” Peter said, scrambling to his feet. “No. I-I mean.” He turned and faced Y/N and her friends.

“They’re friends,” Ned added with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, like coach Wilson and Captain America are friends,” Flash teased, now walking over to his rival.

“I-I’ve met him. Yeah, a couple times but its uh…through the Stark internship,” Peter clarified, briefly looking at Y/N. Flash seemed to be enjoying this for a smirk was evident on his face. “Mhmm. Yeah but I am not really suppose to talk about it,” Peter turned around, glaring at Ned.

“Well, that’s awesome,” Flash replied. “Hey, you know what? Maybe you should invite him to Liz’s party.”

“Yeah, I am having people over tonight. You are more than welcome to come,” she smiled.

“You’re having a party,” Ned asked.

“W-Will you be there Y/N?” Peter stuttered. Y/N looked up and nodded her head.

“Y-Yeah. I’m going.” Peter smiled shyly at her.

“Yeah, its gonna be dope. You should totally invite your personal friend Spiderman,” Flash insisted.

“Flash,” Y/N warned. “Leave him alone.”

“Ah come on. He’ll be there,” Flash spat. The bell rang and everyone stood to their feet and made their way towards the door. Peter watched Y/N stand, the two of them briefly met each other’s gaze before she broke it. She walked with her friends out of the gym, Peter’s eyes following her form.

Peter groaned in annoyance and look at Ned. “What are you doing?!?”

“Helping you out,” Ned said. “Did you not hear her? Y/N has a crush on you!” Peter opened his mouth to say something but nothing came. He couldn’t believe his childhood crush had a crush on him…well Spiderman. “Dude, you are an avenger!” Ned said, snapping Peter out of his thoughts. “If any one of us has a chance with Y/N, its you.” 

Y/N and Peter had known each other since grade school and had become pretty close friends. Peter developed his first crush on her but never had the guts to tell her. And here she was, years later, having a crush on Peter’s alter ego. It almost didn’t feel real to Peter. Was he hearing this right? Was she really in love with Spiderman?


That night, May drove Peter and Ned over to Liz’s house. May stopped the car in front of the house and nodded her head. “A house party in the suburbs! Oh, I remember these. I’m kinda jealous.”

“It will be a night to remember,” Ned said with excitement.

“Ned, some hats wear men. You wear that hat!”

“Yeah, it gives me confidence,” Ned grinned.

“This is a mistake,” Peter said, suddenly feeling nauseous. “Hey, let’s just go home.”

“Oh Peter. I know. I know its really hard trying to fit in with all the changes your body is going through,” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “It’s flowering you.” Peter bit his lip and laughed slightly. 

“Okay, yeah. I’m gonna go,” Peter said, unbuckling his seatbelt. He exited the car, Ned following his actions.

“Peter,” May called. “Have fun.”

“I will,” Peter smiled.

“Bye May,” Ned waved as the car drove away. The two of them turned around and began walking up the sidewalk, towards the house. “Dude, you have the suit, right?” Peter lifted up his arm sleeve and showed him the web shooters and red costume. “This is going to change our lives!”

They entered the house, music blasting in the background and kids walking around with drinks in their hands. “DJ Flash,” the announcer said, making both the boys look over at the Flash operating the music.

“Okay, we are gonna have Spiderman swing in, say you guys are tight and then I get a fist bump or one of those half bro hugs,” Ned whispered to his best friend.

“Can’t believe you guys are at this lame party,” Michelle said, standing next to them.

“But…you’re here too,” Ned insisted.

“Am I?” Michelle walked off.

“Oh my–. Hey guys,” Y/N said. “Cool hat, Ned.”

“Hey Y/N,” Ned said with a silly grin on his face.

“Hey Y/N,” Peter’s voice squeaked.

“I’m glad you guys came,” she smiled. “There is pizza and drinks so go and help yourself.”

“Wow, what a great party,” Peter added with a smile.

“I barely did anything. It was all Liz.” Someone called her name and she turned her head. “Oh, I should go.”

“Yeah,” Peter nodded. She walked away and Ned said goodbye to her.

“Dude! What are you doing? She’s here, spider it up!”

“No. No. No. I can’t. I cannot do this. Spiderman is not a party trick,” Peter said. “Look, I am just gonna…be myself.”

“Peter, no one wants that.”

“Dude,” Peter said hurtfully. He turned to walk away when Flash called out his name on the microphone.

“Parker! What’s up? Hey, where is your pal, Spiderman? Let me guess, in Canada with your imaginary girlfriend?” The crowd laughed and Peter clenched his fists in anger. “That’s not Spiderman. That’s just Ned in a red shirt.”


Somehow, through peer pressure, Peter found himself outside. He disregarded his regular clothing and underneath it was his red and blue Spiderman outfit. He knelt down on the rooftop and gazed down at Liz’s house.

“Hey! What’s up? I am Spiderman,” he whispered to himself as he took off his shirt. “Just thought I would swing by, say hello to my buddy Peter. Oh hey, what’s up Ned? Where is Peter anyways?”

He sighed, looking down at Ned who stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Peter shook his head.

“I can’t do this.” Peter noticed Y/N walk up to Ned and ask him a question. In response, Ned shrugged and she nodded her head before walking away. As soon as she was out of sight, Ned yanked out his phone and dialed Peter’s number. Peter answered it immediately.

“Peter! Where are you? Y/N’s asking for you,” Ned said, desperately.

“I will be there in a second.”

Originally posted by over-et

Peter hung up and gazed down at Y/N’s concerned face. She fiddled with her fingers and her eyes continued to wander around the room. Peter put his mask on and stood to his feet before swinging down.

“Oh sorry,” he apologized to some people. Everyone turned around to look at him and all mouth’s dropped open. He maneuvered his way through the crowd of people until he made it inside. “Sorry, I just gotta…find my friend Peter.”

“Spiderman?” He turned around at the sound of Y/N’s voice. His robotic eyes dilated and his head moved up and down her body. His actions did not go unnoticed by Y/N. “W-What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know. Peter called me and asked if I could show.”

“No way,” Flash said in disbelief. He pushed past the crowd and soon came face to face with the superhero himself. “You’re really him? Are you really friends with Peter Parker?”

Peter turned his eyes towards Y/N who stood behind Flash. He pushed past his rival and approached her. “Hi,” he said awkwardly.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“What’s your name? Wait. No. Let me guess. Y/N, right?”

“Y-Yeah, how did you know?”

“Peter talks a lot about you,” Spiderman said.

“H-He does?” 

“Spiderman!” He turned around and faced Ned. “Hi! It’s Ned. Remember me?”

“Yeah I do. How are you doing?” He gave Ned his fist bump and the boy nearly collapsed when realizing he was going to be popular for the rest of his life.

“Fine. I’ll let you get back to Y/N. She’s a big fan,” Ned laughed. Peter turned his head and eyed Y/N.

“Really?” He teased and she looked down at her feet. 

“Well, kinda,” she replied, blushing like crazy. 

“Well, I should get going. New York isn’t going to save itself,” Spiderman said.

“Yeah,” Y/N added, dreamily admiring the superhero.

“It was nice to finally meet you. Oh and tell Peter that Mr Stark needs him at the internship at four thirty tomorrow,” Spiderman added. “Can you do that for me?”

Y/N nodded and Spiderman winked at her with his big eyes, making her smile. Spiderman used his web shooters and swung away from the party. He made his way back up to the rooftop when everyone had lost interest and began to change back into his normal clothes.

“I can’t believe he actually showed,” Flash said to Y/N.

“What’s the matter, Flash? Jealous of Peter or of Spiderman?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Peter Parker (Tom Holland) Imagine: Savior

Summary: Peter saves you when Flash begins to get a little bit too handsy

Requested: Yes
–> “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” And “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” combined into one with Peter Parker please? Btw I love your writing!

A/N: fucking pissed cause tumblr deleted all of this and so now I’m writing it again

Warnings: none

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To say that Peter Parker had a crush on you was a complete understatement. The boy was head over heels in love with you. He thought he had it bad with Liz, but with you it was a whole other level. In fact, his infatuation with you was the sole reason he dragged Ned to this party with him.

Peter had over heard some fellow classmates talking in the hallway about how Flash was planning on asking you out tonight. And Peter simply couldn’t just stand by and let that happen.

His soft brown eyes scanned over the crowds of people hoping to find the one angel that stood out above all of them, but to his dismay all he saw were strangers.

Apparently Flash has many friends from other schools cause Peter only knew a handful of the kids that he could see.

“Do you see her anywhere, Ned?”

“No. Maybe we should split up. Cover more ground, you know?”

“Yeah, good idea.”

Ned headed off in one direction, and Peter in the other. Peter wondered off through the different crowds of people searching for the girl of his dreams.

He said a few hellos to some people he knew from the robotics club, the school band and the academic decathlon team.

He was just about to give up on finding you when he suddenly heard the beautiful sound of your laugh.

Peter jerked his head around and saw you leaning against a wall surrounded by a group of your friends, one of them which was obviously telling a funny story.

Peter admired the way your soft curls perfectly framed your face and how the crop top and high waisted jeans you were wearing hugged your body in all the best ways.

Peter felt his heart begin to beat rapidly when his eyes connected with yours from across the room. You gave him a soft smile and a small wave and Peter is still not quite sure how his brain got the message to the rest of his body to return the gesture.

But the beautiful moment was quickly cut short by Flash pushing through the wall of your friends and placing an arm above your head.

Peter didn’t have to be near to know what Flash was saying when he saw his mouth begin to move. He knew he was asking you out.

Peter heard his heart pounding in his ears as he watched the horrific scene unfold before him. It wasn’t until he saw you flip Flash off that he was able to breathe again.

But soon the relief disappeared once again as he watch Flash grab your wrist and pull you into his chest. Peter realized all your friends had scattered once Flash walked up and there was no one to come to your rescue.

Now, Peter knew you were a tough girl that could fend for herself, but he also knew how relentless Flash could be. And the thought of anything happening to you was enough to send him across the room in a matter of seconds until he was standing between you and Flash.

Peter felt your fingers grip the back of his shirt and it was the fear in them that caused the sanity in his brain to blur. Peter no longer cared if he used his Spidey strength to harm the ass hole that threatened the girl he loved.

Peter sent Flash flying across the room into a glass door that lead into his backyard.

Peter felt the eyes of everyone at the party on him. He knew everyone was wondering how the scrawny kid from gym class that could barely do a pull up managed to send a man flying across the room.

Peter was about to panic when he heard your soft voice pull him back to reality.

“Peter? Can we please get out of here?”

There was no hesitation. Peter had grabbed your hand and was leading you out of the house.

Once you two had safely exited, Peter began to lead you down the street.

“Where are we headed?”

“I-I can’t go home. Not like this.”

It was then that Peter saw the tears in your eyes which only angered him more. He pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“We can go back to my apartment. It isn’t far, and May won’t mind if you stay over.”

Peter felt the girl nod and began to lead her in the direction of his home.

The two fell into a comfortable silence until you finally spoke up.

“Please don’t think I’m a baby for crying… I’m used to guys hitting on me and I’ve gotten quite good at shutting them down. I’m just not used to them beginning to get physical with me and it freighted me. Thank you, Peter, for saving me.”

The fear in the your voice when you spoke of Flash’s actions was almost enough to send Peter back into the house to end the bully for good.

“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. No matter what.”

Peter was too focused on getting the two home safely to notice the smile that crossed your face, but he did notice the way your small fingers gripped his shirt tighter.

After a short while of walking, you and Peter had finally reached his apartment.

Peter lead you quietly into his room, careful not to wake his aunt up.

Although he knew May wouldn’t mind the girl staying over, he also knew she would never stop teasing him about having a girl sleep in his room. Especially one as pretty as you.

Peter opened up one of his drawers and pulled out some clothes for you to change into.

“Here you go. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take the be-”

“No! I um… sorry. Can you, um, sleep in here? With me?”

Peter didn’t think he’d ever hear such beautiful words leave someone’s mouth.

Peter nodded his head and turned around to give you privacy to change. He stared at his poster of the periodic table until he heard you clear your voice, signaling to him that he could turn around.

Peter felt his cheeks grow red as he looked over your attire.

His t-shirt hung loosely off your body and his sweatpants were bunched up at the bottom due to him being a few inches taller than you. You looked completely adorable.

You shifter your eyes to the floor under his intense gaze.

“Do I look bad or something?”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.“

A smile grew across your face as Peter crossed the room and took your hand in his to lead you to his small twin sized bed.

Peter laid down on his back and pulled you to lay on top of him. You laid your head on his chest and Peter began to run his fingers through your hair.

The soothing gesture and the sound of his heart beat was enough to send you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

—The Next Morning—

You were pulled from your dreaming state as the sunlight crept in through Peter’s window.

You lifted your head up and couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Peter looked as he slept.

His brown curls were scattered in different directions. His soft pink lips were slightly parted and a soft blush was spread across his cheeks.

You reached your hand up to push a loose curl out of his face and Peter’s eyes began to flutter open at the soft touch.

A smile spread across his face as he leaned into your touch.

"Good morning, sleepy head.” You whispered.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Peter replied in his husky morning voice.

His eyes widened as he realized what he said but the soft giggle that escaped your lips calmed him in a matter of seconds.

“I should go. My parents are probably worried sick.”

Peter frowned at the loss of warmth as your body left his.

He watched as you picked up your clothes from the floor. You turned and gave him one last smile before your hand reach out to grab the door handle but his voice stopped you from opening it.

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

You bit your lip and turned around to see Peter already standing behind you smirking.

“I can do you one better.”

Confusion crossed his face as you gripped the front of his shirt and pulled his lips into yours.

The kiss lasted a few short seconds but they were the best seconds of his life.

Peter watched you walk out of his apartment with a goofy, lovestruck grin on his face.

He had finally got the girl of his dreams.

MBTI: reasons to live

Okay so this is a bit more serious than my usual posts which are literally about memes and procrastination, but I thought it would be sorta nice to give each type a reason why they should stay alive. These sorts of things are important :)

INFP: there are so many books left for you to read

INFJ: you see things differently and the world needs people like that

INTP: live for that discovery you’ll make a decade from now

INTJ: you haven’t truly left your mark yet

ENFP: there are animals who need you

ENFJ: who will campaign for change without you?

ENTP: you’re gonna do something big, just wait

ENTJ: you are the one thing holding some groups/organisations together

ISTP: you haven’t visited every continent yet

ISTJ: the world needs your innovation

ISFP: there’s so many beautiful things you haven’t seen

ISFJ: trust me, your friends need you

ESFP: you brighten up the lives of everyone you meet

ESFJ: one day, you’ll be so in love that you’ll be glad you’re alive

ESTP: there are so many experiences left for you to feel

ESTJ: you may not know it, but people are relying on you