Why do I do this to myself? Why, every so often, do I have to temper my ridiculous taste for fluff, humour, romance and PWP with something so gut-wrenchingly sad? That's a rhetorical question, people. I was up till 2am re-reading all but the last 4 chapters of One Night Out on Good Behaviour and then re-read the rest of it today. Gah- I'm still frakking crying!
Before I dissolve into a complete blubbering mess, I have to rec a nice little DR/TF RPS by the wonderful
dripping_cherry who knows I'll never, ever post this link anywhere else but here. I may have had my hands partially over my eyes whilst reading it, but I think that just made it hawter. Thank you for that little bit of dangerous smut and thank you to
katelinmr for making her do it!
Also, I must rec
leochi's latest addition to her picture board, Pansy, who is my favourite female student. Go look at all of them in this series and leave some love.
Now to the icon list
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Before I dissolve into a complete blubbering mess, I have to rec a nice little DR/TF RPS by the wonderful
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