Status Updates From The Lost Memory Project

CHICOS APUREN QUE SE TERMINA EL LIBRO !!!

Like I know we've shagged and that changes things, but I didn't think my cock was the Ghost of Christmas Past.

He stares into his coffee. He takes it the same colour as his eyes.

The way I leaned back, closed the cover on my bookmark, and just grinned. What a line.

"And Jack, how many times must I tell you not to smoke in my house?"

"At least a few more times, I dare say."

Hahahaha!! Legit laughed at the outrageous queer sass. That Marlene Dietrich, Cruella deVille cigarette holder. Such a queen.

The moment the carrier's open, I dash over and try to cram Gollum in. It mostly goes okay, apart from the help-I'm-being-murdered noises, except he manages to get one paw sticking out the end like he's in Jurassic Park and he's just been dragged into the velociraptor enclosure."

Never mind, all is forgiven. Imagining the Jurassic Park rewrite with just a massive cat paw instead sent me!

"Because Croydon is the head office, it's in a slightly nicer retail park than our home store up north. It's not quite a proper shopping centre like Meadowhall back in Sheffield or Liverpool ONE back home, and it's certainly not an American style "mall", but they share a car park with the Vue cinema and there's a PizzaExpress a few doors down, so-"

OMG contemporary fic is so fucking BORING why do I even bother!?

“i don’t know how im supposed to go the rest of my life without being kissed by you again” SWOONING