#he barely tries half the time too LMAOOOOOO

[lunaccult]

no shut up k.az b.rekker is the poster child for “trauma makes you the funniest person in the room”

[perpetually-sad-but-its-fine]

7x01 of chicago med and what. the. fuck????

natalie left. (low-key kinda saw that coming)

dean archer is still an asshole but POP OFF doctor charles. i did not think he had that in him.

will halstead and stevie hammer????

bro???

he said ‘I know dr. hammer’ in that tone and with that look in his eyes???? am i reading into it or is seggsual tension???????? (spoiler alert: its seggsual tension)

Goodwin’s ‘ah, okay, nice’ is fuckin HILARIOUS to me bc she’s just so done with all of will’s bs and im so here for it.

bro the way that stevie walked towards will and their banter?! oh they definitely fucked. definitely.

maggie sliding into frame. LMAOOOO we love that

will’s thumbs down gesture when maggie asked what his rank was in the class *snort* me too

BRO? APRIL’S JUST GONE??? IK THEY SAID SHE GOT ACCEPTED BUT THEY DIDN’T EVEN ELABORATE ON THAT????? WHAT THE FUCK??

animosity b/w marcel and halstead better LEAVE rn. im not in the mood for more unnecessary angst

dean archer further cementing himself as asshole of the year

but

will’s reply??

*chef’s kiss*

archer fuckin deserved that

istg if will doesn’t punch archer, I WILL

the way that archer said, ‘gemma and emma’

archer’s ‘i'm sorry, you said what?’ to the twin was fuckin GOLDEN

and the clarification of ‘i would like a needle in my arm, too’ and the other twin nodding??? true comedy

ik ive only known vanessa for a few episodes but I already love her and sheS SO BEAUTIFUL

bro, gemma and emma saying ‘we’re one person’ ew ew ew ew ew. no. it creeps me tf out

dr. charles’ pained smile just says ‘nope nope nope’

ARCHER AND CHARLES

OH MY GOD

‘with your history, i guess you just never know’

DOCTOR CHARLES

ARCHER’S LOOK OF SALTINESS AFTERWARDS

LMAOOOOOO

vanessa desperately trying to keep the conversation going w/o a fight

dr. charles’ logic better fuckin work

*rosa diaz voice* ive know dylan scott for half an episode but if something happens to him, i will kill all of chicago meds writers and then myself

stevie and dylan’s dynamic?? they may have barely said anything to each other but i love it already. they work so well together.

when is archer going to get punched???? WHENN????

if i were dr. charles i would've prolly yelled at him and kicked him in the head

is it foolish of me to hope that maggie and vanessa end up becoming closer so that i can see their mother-daughter dynamic??? yes, it is. do i keep hoping anyway?? unfortunately, i do.

I JUST WANT THEM TO BE A FAMILY AND TALK TO EACH OTHER ABT THE STUPID SHIT THAT HAPPENS IN THE ED. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR????

sharon goodwin is in her bad bitch era and im here for it

BRO CMON

marcel and halstead would be great friends!

they'd be the best of bros!!!

WHY THE FUCK MUST THIS HAPPEN

i do not trust cooper

not in the slightest

loving how the animosity b/w marcel and halstead disappears the MOMENT someone else tries to suggest something

dr. marcel’s ‘oh?’ is funny and sexy and its telling matt cooper to stfu

‘yeah, okay then’ is the most obvious FUCK YOU, ive seen in a while

get matt cooper off my screen rn

will, i'm glad ur right but now is not the time to give the face of ‘i told you so’

*gasp* are we gonna learn about stevie’s backstory in her first episode????

the look on her face when she asks the patient if she's living in her car??? its personal. one hundred percent

STEVIE’S SO GENTLE???? I LOVE HER????

her and dylan have actually sky-rocketed in my charts and they are now amongst my favorite characters

PLEASE

dylan and stevie’s banter??? *chef’s kiss* we love to see it

NO GOD PLEASE

VANESSA’S FIRST SOLO CALL AS A DOCTOR AND SHE NEEDS TO ANNOUNCE SOMEONES DEATH???? NOOOOOO

MY BABYYY

maggie comforting vanessa??? that was so sweet!!

goodwin: guilt-tripping will into doing what she wants

me: >:o

OH MY GOD ITS THE WRONG TWIN

THEY SENT IN THE OTHER TWIN

OH. MY. GOD.

I WAS RIGHT

I FUCKIN KNEW IT

DAMMIT WHATS GONNA HAPPEN NOW???

dylan scott is such a sweetheart and we do not deserve him

dr. archer and dr. charles patching things up? kinda?

dr. charles’ look of confusion, wondering whether archer was genuine or not? perfect. amazing. fantastic.

oh god marcel and halstead

how’s this gonna go?

oh wow

not as bad as i expected

can they PLEASE be besties now??

PLEASEEEEE

archer is giving out compliments???

is he okay???? did he fall on his head at one point during the episode?

I FUCKIN KNEW IT WAS PERSONAL FOR HER

ITS BECAUSE OF HER MOTHER

I KNEW IT

THEY ACTUALLY REVEALED A LITTLE BIT OF HER BACKSTORY?????

damn alr

[howdoyousleep3]

but.. senator steve is friends with bucky’s dad that’s how he got the internship in the first place... and when steve comes over for diner one night him and bucky’s dad smokes a cigar on the other room while bucky watches them talking about politics and all that blushing when steve catches him staring.. then when he excuses himself to go to bed an hour later steve’s coming in a lil’ tipsy smelling like smoke and whisky and man and bucky lets steve fuck him in his room that is next to his parents

I am so fucked up over this idea still, keep them coming. To clarify, Bucky is in college and still lives at home and as the second request sent in said “idk i’m not rich LMAOOOOOO “. It’s long and I cut this down and it’s still long and I tried so hard to not make it a blown out story but oh well that’s me I guess. 😘😘😘

Edited to add in the OG first post. :))

Senator Steve and Intern Bucky OG Post

“Keep that door’a yours unlocked, sugar. Be good and tuck yourself in and wait for Daddy.”

Bucky’s fingers curl into fists at his sides, form trembling all over, wills his aching erection to go away. He shouldn’t be turned on, should be horrified an older man, a Senator, has promised to sneak into his room after having a nice dinner with his entire fucking family. That after drinks and dinner and conversation, laughs and compliments and small-talk, Senator Rogers pressed up tight against Bucky’s back and whispered those words into his ear, squeezing his hip and walking into the drawing room to smoke a cigar with Bucky’s own father.

This was the most scandalous thing Bucky’s ever heard of.

But it’s also something that has made him so fucking hot it’s downright embarrassing.

Bucky had thought he was having a heart attack when his mother told him they’d be having the Senator over just an hour before him showing up. He found himself excusing himself to go shower and primp, not even realizing why he was doing what he was doing, in total denial at his rising heartrate and his desire to look good for the older man. By the time Mr. Rogers had showed up, dressed in a casual black sweater and grey slacks and matching grey boots, Bucky was shaking from head to toe.

Aside from one instance of reassurance a week after that night, (a hot open-mouthed kiss pressed against the wall of Mr. Rogers’ office and a whisper of, “You gotta stop worryin’, sweetheart. Got nothin’ to fret over,” because Bucky’s anxieties were apparently transparent as fuck), Bucky hadn’t talked to Mr. Rogers or been physical with him in over two weeks. Between their schedules, the Senator traveling, and Bucky’s school, he had barely seen the older man. For him to show up for dinner, his mother saying they had invited him to thank him for helping Bucky get into this internship program, sent a shock through his system.

And immense amounts of excitement.

It had been almost an hour since they had all parted ways, Bucky to his room and Mr. Rogers to spend some quality time with Bucky’s father, and Bucky was growing impatient. He spent most of their meal unusually quiet, looking down at his food as he cut it into small pieces, ignoring Becca’s inquiring looks, trying his hardest not to blush openly and profusely when he caught eyes with the Senator from across the table.

With the lull of the television and only the light of his lamp sitting on his bedside table, it is easy for the mundane action of scrolling through social media to make him grow sleepy. Combine that with being warm and comfy on top of his blankets and only having his briefs on, it is easy for his eyelids to grow a little too heavy, for him to fall into a light slumber.

Until he hears a hand on his doorknob.

A jiggle, the door opening and closing, the lock clicking and there he is. Senator Rogers.

Standing in Bucky’s fucking bedroom.

It’s all wrong in his head, Mr. Rogers should never be here in his home, let alone his bedroom, yet here he is acting like it’s his as well. The glow from the television lights the older man’s large form up in his dimly lit room and Bucky can’t move, can barely breathe.

Mr. Rogers is such a man, muscly and burly, neatly trimmed beard, broad shoulders. Bucky has felt that strength, has felt it in the way the older man pulled him back on that cock, the way he spun him around, the way he gripped his hips. He suddenly realizes he is practically nude, he’s laying in his bed at home, and here is Steve Rogers, Senator, slipping off his shoes and crawling into Bucky’s bed.

He feels a hand curl around his ankle, feels the bed dip near his knee and Bucky gasps when he is pulled a little, yanked flat on his back as if he were as light as a feather. Whiskey and cigar smoke flood Bucky’s nostrils immediately and he acknowledges it should be a turn-off, should make him want to push Mr. Rogers away, but he loves it. It makes him think of older men and power and success and it makes him feel like a side-piece, a sugar baby, his secret fantasy.

And he loves it.

The erection he had willed away is back and throbbing, surely an angry color, and he gasps again when Mr. Rogers moves to settles between Bucky’s spread thighs, a hot pair of lips on his neck. Mr. Rogers rumbles, a deep noise, and Bucky can tell he may be a little inebriated by the way his lips sloppily yet effectively move from the hinge of his jaw, across his Adam’s apple, to the opposite earlobe, nipping and sucking as he goes.

“Hey, sugar,” the older man murmurs into his ear and Bucky mortifyingly whimpers in response immediately, not realizing how much he had both been affected by their first sexual encounter and alarmingly grown to miss this man. He doesn’t even have a chance to respond verbally, both of the Senator’s capable hands running through his hair, cradling his head in place as his lips come down on his in an immediate open-mouthed kiss.

And fuck that’s nice, more than nice, has Bucky’s movements crippled, just has him laying there trying to keep up. Mr. Rogers’ beard is soft against his jaw and chin, but Bucky knows it could easily leave marks on his sensitive skin over time. His tongue runs along Bucky’s bottom lip before dipping into his mouth, beating against the younger’s own tongue, and then the Senator is fucking his mouth. It’s hot and wet and has Bucky wiggling underneath and against Mr. Rogers pathetically.

“Missed you, baby. This sweet mouth and this sweet little body, those sweet eyes. You miss me, honey? You miss your Daddy?”

Fuck.

“Ohh,” is all Bucky can mewl, rolling his hips up into Mr. Rogers half on purpose, half in sheer reaction, but the older man is pushing a finger tight to Bucky’s lips, shushing him against the skin of his cheek.

“Shh shh shh, gotta be quiet, honey,” he murmurs into his skin, pressing Bucky bodily into the mattress, making him cry out a little more from behind Mr. Rogers’ finger. He’s just such a big man, warm all over, completely blankets Bucky in their size difference.

“Gotta be quiet so your family doesn’t hear, doesn’t wonder where all those pitiful noises are comin’ from. So loud already and I haven’t even put anything inside’a that greedy cunt oh, sugar.” Even though his voice is condescending and making Bucky’s cheeks turn red, Mr. Rogers’ voice is like warm honey, pools at the base of his neck and makes Bucky go a little more boneless into the mattress beneath him, makes his eyelids flutter.

The older man hums, kisses at Bucky’s lips over his finger, moves his other hand down to squeeze at Bucky’s hip, to slide down his thigh to his knee. It makes Bucky realize how compromised of a position he is in, thighs spread wide for a Senator who snuck into his bedroom, fuck.

“Talked to your father tonight,” Mr. Rogers starts and Bucky’s brow creases in a bit of confusion, but his thought process stops short when the hand on his lips moves down to curl around the front of his throat.

Oh.

“Your father wanted to know what your Daddy thought of you, isn’t that somethin’?” And shit, Bucky can’t help it this time, makes a small sob of a noise, Mr. Rogers’ hand tightening around the column of his neck. “He wanted to know how I thought you were doin’, if there were any concerns. Told him how intelligent you are, how you’re one of my hardest-working interns, how tough you are,” Mr. Rogers speaks right into his lips, such sweet words, making Bucky flush all over even more.

It makes him whimper, but his whimper turns into a whine when the older man starts to roll his hips into Bucky, so slow and subtle he barely notices at first, thinks it’s just the throb of his own body. Mr. Rogers lets out a heavy exhale, arguably a soft groan, his lips blazing a hot path down Bucky’s jaw as his hips roll almost hypnotically into the younger man’s. Mr. Rogers feels so good between his legs, spread wide for him, and even clothed Bucky can feel his thick cock against his own, pressing and grinding. 

“Didn’t tell your pops that these fuckin’ lips keep me up at night,” Mr. Rogers leans forward to drag Bucky’s bottom lip between his teeth, squeezes the hand around his throat again, god, “Didn’t tell him that there’s nothin’ better than bein’ stuffed in this sweet little boy cunt.” Bucky makes such a loud noise, a hiccup of a sob that sounds somewhat like “Holy shit,”, his head arching back that Mr. Rogers has no apparent choice but to clamp the hand around his throat up and over his mouth. 

“Bucky, baby you hush now. Daddy wants to give you his cock, wants to feed this hungry cunt and you need to let him take what’s his.” 

What’s his. Yes. Yes, Bucky wants that, wants Daddy to take what is his. That means Bucky is his and Bucky doesn’t think he wants anything more than to be Daddy’s dirty little secret. 

“You want that? You want Daddy to fuck you in your bed while your family is home? Thinkin’ I walked out and left but instead I’m down here sneakin’ into your room to fuck you stupid?” 

Bucky is nodding his head frantically behind Mr. Rogers’ hand even though he should be entirely mortified but he can’t, he can’t say no, could never say no. He wants this, has thought about it every second of every day, is consumed with the thought as the older man presses and rolls and humps on Bucky here in his bed. 

“That’s good, sugar so good. ‘Cause I’ve been thinkin’ about fuckin’ you for weeks, didn’t hear a goddamn thing anybody said at dinner, and I’m gonna make you come on this cock at least two times before I tuck you in and leave.”

Yeah–that’s what Bucky wants. 

YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THIS HAS TAKEN OVER MY LIFE. Love you send me anything and everything love you love you. 😘😘😘

[jungkookiebus]

Since he’s been on my mind like all day.... no more dream dance break hobi.... idk what else but ya girl NEEDS no more dream hobi.😭

ayyyyyyye babyyyyyyyy. doing this late since I didn’t finish the other night. high as a kite again tonight, I apologize for how weird this story may or may not be lmaoooooo

high Katie answers asks! or some shit like that. 

Genre: idol!au, established relationship, smutPairing: idol!Hobi x readerWord Count: 1.4k i went overboardWarnings: No More Dream dance break, vaginal sex, dirty talk, Hobi is a slut

Imagine it. 2020 and guess what came back in a medley at the concerts? No More Dream. Guess what came back with it? The outfit… When you started dating Hobi, he was up to his elbows in the Persona era, but you were, of course, well aware of his many forms. The first time you saw it, really saw it, you were star struck and punched straight through the chest. Nothing prepared you for seeing this on stage, through your tv screen, but nothing prepared for something quite like this. The time between the original stage and now was drastic and before you were seven fully grown men dancing to the dance break of your wet dreams. Hobi stood before you, on stage, dripping with sweat and  never missing a beat. Tight, ripped black jeans hugged his thighs. A black t-shirt tucked snugly into the top of his jeans and a studded coat donned his shoulders. Around his neck hung two, delicate gold chains but all your eyes could focus on were his exposed knees. The rip of his pants was just high enough for you to see the beginnings of the muscles in his thighs.

You had opted for floor seats tonight, so here you were, a little way back in the crowd and watching with your jaw on the floor just like everyone else around you. A hardcore Hobi fan happened to be standing next to you and you both screamed together as the first notes of the song began.

“OH MY GODDDDDDDD!!! HOBI IN THIS DANCE BREAK!” she screamed beside you.

You were suddenly very hot. Your skin flushed so hotly that you almost felt cold and you felt an intense need so strong inside of you, that you were almost confused. Then it happened. All the screams around you were drowned out as your mind seemed to slow down, the shouts reducing to a low roar, and your vision seemed to blur at the edges as you only focused on him. Hobi was giving it his all it seemed. It was the first show after all. The way he moved tonight almost seemed like he knew you were watching. Of course, he knew you were in the crowd, but you never told him where you would be. On occasion, he had accidentally found you and waved like a goon. You never waved back lest you be attacked in a sea full of ARMY.

You spent the rest of the concert pacing the back area, wandering outside for fresh air, and then starting it all over again. You had to leave the cramped environment and the screaming girl beside you before you had a full blown panic attack. You hadn’t been this turned on for some time, but god damn did that dance break get to you. When the concert was over, you stood closer to where they would be coming off stage and into the rest and food area waiting to welcome them. They came sooner than you expected, tumbling into the room, all arms as they hugged and Jimin came in on the back of Jungkook. Hobi walked in with Namjoon laughing about something so he had yet to notice you. When he did, though, he was leaping and bounding across the room to gatheryou in his arms. Pinned against his chest, you looked up and he leaned down tokiss you. Even though he had your arms pinned at your side, you tried to givethe kiss your all. He was breathless when he pulled back from you.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, looking into your blown pupils as he still held you snugly against him. All you could do was stare up into his face, too caught up with emotions and horniness to even give a response a second thought. But Hobi didn’t need an explanation to know exactly what you were feeling. “Let us take the picture.” He kissed your forehead before releasing you and skipping back over to the couch where everyone else had their banners ready for the group picture. Maybe two minutes had passed when Hobi was on you again, grabbing your hand, and pulling you back into the hallway. He pulled on the first door he came to and luckily it opened wide. Inside looked to be an old breakroom converted to a dumping ground of odd furniture that had no use. He pulled you to the nearest couch and onto his lap. His hands were immediately on your ass as you straddled him and ground your core against him.

“Fuck,” he whispered. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, wanting to get impossibly close as you moved your hips against him.

Your lips were on his again as you kissed him passionately. With your body humming a tune only Hobi seemed to hear, he thrust upwards against you and you cried out at the pleasure that dimly shot through you. You were a few layers of cotton away from what you wanted. He pushed you upwards and reached for the band of the sweats he had slipped on when he’d gotten off stage, pulling them down enough to get them to his knees. Above him, you were also removing clothes.

“Leave your panties on,” he panted as his cock sprang free.

“Ready when you are,” you said against his lips, raising your hips above him.

He grabbed the base of his cock and pulled your panties aside, lining himself with your entrance.

“Sit on it, baby.”

You sank down slow, even though you wanted to fall on his cock and never get back up ever again. Hobi’s head fell back against the couch causing his hair to fluff up and fall to the sides.

“Oh, fuck, just ride me baby I can practically feel you shaking.” He half breathed out, half moaned everything he said, eyes closed, and enjoying the feeling of you around him.

You braced yourself on his shoulders as you tried to find a pace good for you. It was only maybe a minute before Hobi had your left ass cheek in one hand, gripping tightly, and the other on the back of your neck forcing your face down to his. Your lips came down hard on his as his tongue quickly slipped into your mouth. He began to thrust up into you with such force you were practically bouncing on his dick as he used your ass cheek as leverage to pull you onto him.

“I’m g-gonna c-c-come,” you hiccupped as he hit harder and harder against your g-spot.

“Then fucking do it,” he growled.

Images of him during the dance break played across the backof your eyelids as you closed your eyes. You subconscious seemed to have stored away some details you missed, or you were just making up what you wanted to see. This time, you could see in detail the sweat rolling down his face and the way his hair stuck to the back of his neck. His tongue darted out to the corner of his mouth…and that cocky grin, that fucking cocky ass grin he alwaysdid. You came hard. Body shaking, mind numbing, moaning out through clenched teeth, hard.

“Fuuuck, baby, tell me what you’re thinking about,” he said brokenly.

Your body was still being battered. Hobi could endure anything, even after a concert. Still clinging to his shoulders and bouncing at such a steady speed, you spoke.

“Y-you in that f-fucking No More D-Dream dance break.”

Hobi thrust faster. He may have always made fun of Jimin’s praise kink, but you never told anyone Hobi’s secret. He always liked to ask you what you were thinking about as he was fucking you because it usually involved him in some form or another.

“That’s what got you all worked up?” His white shirt was entirely soaked through with sweat. His hair stuck to his forehead and he could barely open his eyes.

“Seeing you up there dancing like that? I wanted to fuck you immediately.”

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed as his thrusts slowed but seemed to go deeper. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He came with a loud grown, pulling you down on him as far as he could go, and spilled inside of you.

“That…that was good,” you panted.

“Yea? Now I know what video to casually put on next time I want to get you wet.”

“Honestly,” you laughed, “all you’d really have to do is just look at me.”

[katysthoughts]

its been a while since i posted on here i think. and quite a bit has happened. the day after i last posted (friday) i didnt go into school because moving was too painful and i was physically EXHAUSTED. i argued with my mum a lot that morning too and what she said still hasnt been removed from my memory. i wont go into detail but she as good as called me selfish and said that i dont want to get better because i dont make the effort. i dont really know what to say about that. but basically, i slept the ENTIRE day and it made me feel a bit better over all. i also finished your lie in april that night and wow i cried. over that weekend i watched an entire kdrama (16 episodes) and went through a whole wave of emotions. it was great though, 10/10 would recommend weightlifting fairy kim bok joo. monday hurt like a bitch and i basically had to care for a girl with alcohol poisoning when i could barely move my own limbs so that was fun. 👨‍👦 has gone back to practically bullying me even though he stopped for a few days. now if anything he has gotten worse with the constant asian jokes (which piss me the fuck off. he makes it out like i have a fucking asian fetish when no, i enjoy south east asian entertainment. thats all. i dont say "ill only date asian guys/girls" or "asia is the best" bla bla bla. i listen to kpop, watch kdrama and watch anime. is that a fucking crime? i was bullied all though primary school, and to this very day im hated on for my own interests that literally have nothing to do with other people. apparently its a crime to like things. and GOD FORBID i ever find somethign that ACTUALLY makes me happy. because whenever i do (kdrama/pop and anime) i get bullied the shit out of and made to feel like its a crime until im too scared to fucking like anything) that bracket was long im sorry. i had an art trip on wednesday which was shit, apart from the fact i spent the entire day with ☀️ and i feel like i got a lot closer to her than normal, and we were both really relaxed where as things seem to be forced and awkward in school. we really clicked and idk... she really seemed like a best friend then. like, really. and thursday 👨‍👦's shitty jokes got worse to the point i nearly fuckign cried and i remember the exact one thta did it. i was sat in the corner in the practice room, and 👨‍👦 was saying something about being depressed and shit. then he said something along the lines of (context: was previously talking about self harm)"... youll make me do what katy does" *me and 🐋 instantly snap our heads towards each other* "sit in the corner and listen to asian music" *me and zoe half sigh* "which is way more depressing than self harming" i. nearly. cried. i instantly pulled my shirt into my hand and started fiddling and jfc tried not to cry. like. why the FUCK???? would??? you??? say??? that??? especially about someone you knew has anxiety, depression and wants to kill herself. and he isnt even nearly close enough to make those sorts of jokes about me. how dare he. and what makes it worse is that ive been shing since i was 12 years old. ive stopped and started a lot and yaknow... i do it now. touchy subject mate. please dont make jokes about it. thursday was parents evening and basically all of my teachers just told me to revise revise revise. it was pretty boring apart from my mum FALLING IN LOVS WITH MY RE TEACHER. she flat out told me that yeah, im capable of an a-a* in re, and only achieved a b in my mock which was disappointing, but she told me it was because of me missing so many lessons because of my anxiety. AND THEN TOLD ME THAT MY MENTAL HEALTH COMES BEFORE EVERYTHIGN ELSE. SHE TOLD ME THAT SHE CARES MORE ABOUT MY MENTAL HEALTH THAN MY GRADES AND SAID THAT IF EVER I NEED A TIME OUT I CAN SIT IN HER OFFICE OR IN A CLASSROOM COMPLETELY ALONE, EVEN WITHOUT TEACHERS NS WHERE NO ONE WALKS PAST AND GET ON WITH STUFF IN THERE. SHE PROMISED SHE WILLL DO WHATEVER SHE CAN TO HELP AND SAID SHE HAS NEVER OFFERED THAT TO ANYONE EVER BEFORE. NO OTHER TEACHER GAVE A SHIT ABOUT MY MENTAL HEALTH BUT SHE WAS LOVELY AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE IS MY FAVE WHAT AN ANGEL. but my mum fell in love with her and although the rest of parents evening (and that whole night) was pretty shit, that made me feel not useless and unwanted so yay! then friday wasnt too bad apart from drop down re day all afternoon but it was whatever. this morning was just weird bc i woke up to a man in my room fitting a sky box but whatever lmaoooooo. and today me and my mum watched loads of BTS videos, did bts quizzes and then went to watch fantastic beasts again bc we wanted yo do something together. i was incredibly anxious the whole way through and needed to pee, but the movie was still great 10/10. DID I MENTION I LOVE MY BEST FRIENDS?!?!?!?!?! I CHANGED MY PROFILE PICTURE ON FACEBOOK TODAY AND 🐋&🎏 COMMENTED AND WERE REALLY NICE AND I NEARLY CRIED WHAT DID I DO IN MY PAST LIFE TO DESERVE SUCH ANGELS AS MY BEST FRIENDS FFS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH JESUS. 🎏 also messaged me just saying "ur freaking gorgeous" AMD I STARTED TO TEAR UP FOR REAL WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO. IVE BEEN FEELING SHIT AND WANTIGN TO DIE AND SHE COMES ALONG JUST COMPLIMENTING ME AND OMG.... SHES THE KIND WHO COMPLIMENTS AND MEANS IT BC SHES HONEST. AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH. I MISS HER. I NEED TO MEET HER SOON OMGGGGGG 🎏🎏🎏 but yeah, idk what else to say... urm... i left a lot out bc its been a loooong week but yeah no one reads this anyway so whatever. bye~