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Hopeless Hearts


jessicamarcia requested: Jungkook + Idol/Fan AU 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 17,378
Author’s Note: Tbh I had some apprehension about this request because an idea I stumbled upon that just kept coming back to me was directly from this fantasy I kept about having about what would happen if I ever meet Jungkook and how and this just feels very personal to me as a result. Regardless, I decided to share because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t decide to contribute my pain to the fandom.

ALSO, sentences in italics are being spoken in Korean.

Summary: You never understood the gravity of your position as an intern working Kcon until you fall for one of your favorite idols, Jeon Jungkook—quite literally too.


Sometimes you think you have a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to your job.

On one hand, it’s a pretty incredible opportunity, one that you acknowledge not a lot of people get to experience first hand: which is working as an intern in the event operations department for Kcon—the annual Korean convention in which big Kpop groups will travel around the world to bring their music and their joy to the international fanbase. For someone who never actually had the means and the ability to make the trip as an audience member of your own accord, it’s fascinating to witness the back-the-scenes sight of how much effort and how much time goes into planning and organizing an event of this scale.

And because Kcon it in of itself is half a convention and half a concert, there were always many people needed to cover the different subsections of the event, which is where your role as an intern came into play. Given that there were two interns in the department of organizing the physicality of the event, you were put on the team mainly in charge of organizing the convention while the other intern assisted with scheduling of the talents and making sure the performances would go by smoothly.

But on the other end of that spectrum, working with vendors really allows you to see how many people handle responsibility and deadlines and it makes you want to pull the hair out of your roots. You like to think of yourself as a fairly reasonable person, giving a vendor 24 hours to respond to emails at the latest before having to resort to more emails and phone call—but this is absolutely ridiculous.

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Heat Headcanons

-With a mate, an Omega’s heat will usually only last a week. But without at least the scent of an Alpha, the Omega could be forced to suffer for up to three weeks

-During a heat the desperation to be knotted comes in waves. The length of breaks between these waves depends entirely on the pace set at the beginning of the heat. If the Alpha starts trying to knot the Omega before the heat has even really taken hold, the continuing duration of the heat will be more intense and exhausting with hardly any breaks between waves. But if they wait until the Omega is completely slick and ready for it, the heat will be easier and more relaxed for them

-An Omega’s first time going through heat with a mate and being nervous about everything. Worrying that being knotted will hurt, that the Alpha won’t find them attractive enough, worrying that their nest won’t be good enough. The Alpha picking up on the anxieties and despite how badly they just want to rut into the Omega, they take the time to snuggle into the nest and praise the Omega for how cozy and well put together it is, before gently coaxing their overheating mate from their clothes and slowly getting them to open up for them, and it’s all very nice and gentle…until the Omega arches and starts pleading for more

-During a heat is when bonding usually occurs. A couple bonds by biting into each others scent glands hard enough to draw blood and scar, doing it while being knotted helps distract the Omega from the pain of it

-Between waves of heat the Alpha will try to force the Omega to eat and drink and occasionally help them wash up in the shower…just so they can get them all dirty again ten minutes later

-Omegas in heat like to taunt their Alphas and try to aggravate them, because on an instinctual level they want the Alpha to pursue and dominate them and that’s exactly the reaction they get when they rile the Alpha up enough to snap and pin the Omega down with their full body weight and bite the back of their neck harshly to make them submit

-An Omega’s heat being unusually intense to the point that their Alpha is too wrecked and breathless to even move so the aggravated Omega just pushes them to lie back before sliding down onto the Alpha and satisfying themselves…it only injures a small portion of the Alpha’s pride

-Most Alphas love heats because they have a bit of a slick fetish and will happily spend a ridiculous amount of time licking up the excessive amount if slick their Omega mate is producing

-Alpha and Omega that are best friends and they are both fully aware that they are in love with each other, the Omega is waiting for the Alpha to initiate something but the Alpha is too nervous but one day the Omega goes into heat and pleads for the Alpha to help them out because it hurt so badly…a whole mess of instincts later and the Alpha is deep inside the Omega waiting for their knot to go down and freaking out because “oh my God I haven’t even asked you out yet! I’m so sorry, was this okay? Oh My God did I just take advantage of you?!” and the exhausted Omega telling them to shut up and that they’d arranged it all because the Alpha was obviously a scared little shit that needed a shove in the right direction

-An Alpha and Omega couple arranging to spend the Omega’s heat together, a few months in advance to ensure they are both level headed when discussing it (because consent is important) but the Alpha is too nervous once they actually go to do it. The Omega is literally all spread out and submissive in front of them and suddenly the Alpha is just like “Are you sure the heat wasn’t affecting you at all when we made this decision?” and the Omega is just so done “we’ve been planning this for months and if you don’t start fucking me right now for the love of god I will walk right out that door stark naked and get another Alp-” and that’s all the threatening encouragement the Alpha needs to start possessively latching on to the Omega’s neck and sliding themself right in


happy belated birthday sugamama! (13.6)


the ice skating anime has claimed me, i am so, so sorry

yuri plisetsky and his fashion choices must be protected at all cost. this kid is a treasure


anonymous asked:

"please don't die in my lap. i'm begging you." shiro and sam with matt, who was fighting alongside the rebels when he was caught in a bad explosion and 3/4 of his leg is beyond saving

It didn’t take long for Matt’s breakfast to make a reappearance after he got a good look at his leg. Shiro had been trying his best to keep him from seeing it, pushing Matt’s face into his chest with one large hand on the back of his skull, but in the end Matt ended up catching a large glimpse of it anyway. And then he started heaving the contents of his stomach right onto his and Shiro’s laps. 

He’s shaking violently by the time he’s done. Shiro’s hand is on his forehead, holding back shaggy locks of hair, and his father’s hand is rubbing large circles on his back. 

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Shiro says soothingly in his ear. It’s a lie, and they all know it, but it’s comforting nonetheless. 

Matt gasps loudly, raising one hand to wipe away the remnants of vomit from his chin. “My leg–”

“I know.” Shiro tangles his fingers into Matt’s hair and draws his head to his chest once more. “I know, but you’re gonna be alright. This is nothing.”

Except it’s most definitely something, and Matt can tell from the way Shiro’s voice trembles just the slightest amount and the way it’s an octave higher than his usual speaking tone, giving away his uncertainty with probably more clarity than he realizes. He’s scared and that’s scaring Matt even more than the sight of his gruesome injury. 

“Help is on the way, Matt,” his dad says. Matt’s left hand is being held tightly between his father’s palms. They’re cool and steady, a solid comfort in the turbulence his world has become. 

This doesn’t phase Sam the way it would have a year ago, Matt muses. He wouldn’t exactly say his father is cut out for this kind of lifestyle; he’s a scientist, not a soldier. But surviving the Galra prisons and camps must have prepared him for something like this. They had only been reunited for a few weeks now, after Matt’s extraction team had helped to free the camp he was being held in, but Matt could definitely see the change. He’s sure it goes both ways. Space wars change a person, he reckons. 

All that to say, he’s impressed with how calm and in-control his dad is managing to be right now. Even more so than Shiro. Sam had been the one to call for the medic when he’d seen Shiro cradling his son in the wreckage of the explosion, and he hasn’t left Matt’s side since. Matt is glad. Having his father beside him is a source of much-needed strength and comfort. 

Which is really good, because he’s in agony. The explosion shook him to his core. His ears are ringing and pain is shooting through his skull like bolts of lightning. He’s covered in burns that make his skin feel too tight. His leg is strangely numb, though something about it feels distinctly not right. He doesn’t know if he would call it pain, but that just might be his own mind shielding him from an agony he can’t even imagine. It feels very, very wrong. He does know that there won’t be any saving it at this point. 

And, oh, god, he’s getting dizzy now. He can’t tell if it’s the blood loss or the trauma or something else, but it hits him like a tidal wave, and if he wasn’t currently being held against Shiro’s body he most certainly would’ve fallen over. 

“Think m’gonna pass out,” he mumbles weakly against black paladin armor. He can only hope it was loud enough for them to hear. 

Judging by the alarm that suddenly flashes across Sam’s face, it was. His dad leans closer, brow wrinkling in urgency. “No, Matt, stay awake. You’ve got a head injury, so you can’t sleep yet. Keep your eyes open, okay?”

Matt groans. He doesn’t want to. He’s so…so dizzy, and he hurts, and the chaos still raging around them is disorienting. He wants the world to be still, so closing his eyes seems like a good option. 

Until he’s shaken roughly and Sam is saying, “Matthew!” in a cautionary tone that’s similar to the one he used to use when Matt was young and about to do something disobedient. This feels a lot more urgent, though, and holds significantly more fear. 

“Matt, don’t! Please, don’t fall asleep.” That’s Shiro. And, wow, Matt has never heard him sound so terrified before. “Please don’t die in my lap. I’m begging you.”

Die? Is that what they think is about to happen? “M’not gonna die,” he slurs. And he won’t. He only just got reunited with his family, with Shiro. There’s no way he would leave so soon–that’s ridiculous.

There’s a pronounced silence above him, and even in his muddled state of mind he can tell that something is passing between Sam and Shiro. There’s no way to tell what it is. 

He doesn’t want to disappoint them. He wants to do what they’re telling him to do. It feels important. He knows it’s important, but he can’t fight the encroaching blackness on the edges of his vision. His strength is depleted. But Shiro and his dad are there. They won’t let anything bad happen to him. He trusts them. So he closes his eyes.

Does anybody else ever think about the fact that Peter Parker probably doesn’t expect to live past his mid-thirties?!

  • And he would just accept it too. Like one day he thought, “logically it is probably correct to assume one of my rogues will get the upper hand and kill me. I’d be stupid to think otherwise.”
  • And this boy just kind of lives life with this fact from now on???? It becomes a background thought, something that he knows he can’t change, so he doesn’t really worry about it.
  • I’m not saying Peter would be actively trying to die, but he would just always have the thought that is could be soon, it could be tomorrow. You never really know in his line of ‘work’.  
  • So he just never plans to get married, never thinks about having kids, because in his opinion he’ll be lucky to finish college.
  • And I doubt he would even realize how morbid that kind of mindset is. Really at this point, it doesn’t really bother Peter. He’s just like- “I mean I’ll try to prevent it, but there is only so much I can do.”
  • And I imagine that after a few comments his friends would start to catch on.
  • Like one day Johnny and Peter were baking in the Baxter building (okay, Johnny was doing the baking, Peter was doing the eating) and they are talking about what careers they would like to pursue, and Peter makes an off-handed comment about how whatever he does, he needs to make sure to leave Aunt May with enough money to support herself.
  • And Johnny’s all, “you mean to help support her, like when she can’t work anymore?” because that is not what it sounded like Peter’s meant at all, and Johnny’s gut is twisting inside of him.
  • And Peter looks like a deer caught in the headlights as he chokes on his cookie, “oh yeah, that’s what I mean. Yup. Y’know Flame Brain these are great cookies, top notch!”
  • And Johnny lets him deflect, but he makes it a point to listen for anything else that sounds like that. He doesn’t like it. Not one bit.
  • Or one day Peter is complaining to MJ and he says something about having a midlife crisis, and Mary Jane laughs and says “you can’t have a midlife crisis Pete, your 17.”
  • And Peter scoffs and says, “yeah, ‘mid-life crisis’, you have to be at the middle mark of your life, duh.” Before doing a double take and stuttering an “oh! Ha! Yup, you’re right hahah!” 
  • But it sticks with MJ. And now those innocent comments about having a mid-life crisis don’t seem so innocent anymore. 
  • Or one time when Gwen and Peter were on his roof trying to catch sight of any stars, and she was talking about her plans after college, how she wanted to leave the US and see the world before getting married. 
  • And Peter listened intently, but when she asks him about his own plans, he just kind of mumbled something about wanting to do anything with science. But other than that he just stays kind of quiet. 
  • And Gwen gets this nagging feeling that that means more than what it seems.
  • And I feel that the three friends would have a meeting about Peter, and just come to this realization that Peter doesn’t expect to live to 40, and it just breaks their hearts, but they don’t know what to do about it, they don’t know how to fix it

And it would be so much worse if it did happen too. 

Maybe they make it to 21/22yo, Peter has one year of college left, Gwen is planning a trip to Europe for the Summer, MJ just signed with an acting agency, and Johnny and Peter have an apartment together, and life is looking good, no one expects it to happen, because why would they? They are just getting started with life, they are young and happy, why would they think this would happen? 

And ‘boom’- the Fantastic Four were off planet and the Avengers were across the world, the Sinister Six attack the city and unmask Spider-Man on live TV and that’s it.

No one was there, no one was there to save Peter, and now he’s gone.

-New York is stunned and shocked, left to mourn their hero. 
-The News is blowing up with the footage of the public execution of the once beloved Spider-Man AKA Peter Parker.
-Aunt May is heartbroken, but so proud, so proud of her son. 
-Johnny blames himself, can’t help be wonder if he could have stopped it if he was there
-MJ leaves, can’t stand to be in NY anymore, not without Peter being there too. 
-Gwen is at a lost, feeling broken and unwhole without Peter. 

But at the same time, how can they be surprised?
Peter knew it would happen, had made his peace with it.
And if he saw it was coming, had expected it, how could they not have?

No, the blog isn’t dead!

This is a long-time coming buuutttt I guess I should finally say something. So first off- no, the blog isn’t dead forever! I’ve just been taking a very long, very unplanned hiatus due to personal reasons that I’ll touch on a bit.

Putting it under a readmore because it’s a lot but TLDR version:

EQP is not dead! It’s just on impromptu hiatus until I figure some real life things out.

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what’s my favorite part of Inuyasha movie 3? Oh, I don’t know.



So I wrote a thing in response to this post.  It makes a few specific references and really only makes sense if you look at that first, but I didn’t want to add this on by reblogging because 1) I don’t want to start an argument or anything (though I think I’ve kept it civil, it’s just a different opinion, I just like to really examine each point and why I disagree okay) and 2) it’s over 1500 words SO

Basically the post is about how Harry should have become the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and I respectfully disagree and here’s why

I have a fricking midterm tomorrow what am I doing

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