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Dear Slightly Slshed (or is it Sloshd?),
I’m writing the last few paragraphs of the second version of the stupid hangover fic, and will be sending the stupid thing your way asap. I have laughed at my own jokes like an idiot, so I suppose the fic is kind of funny.
PS. You two need to get a joint account under the name of Slightly Slshd (/Sloshd), so that I can follow you, and you can follow me, and reply to my posts on Tumblr instead of creeping around and sending me mysterious texts like the creepers you are.
Holy shit! Do you have this? Gimme!
Right here in the next room!
This was one of my favourite books when I was around nine years old.
I just re-read the bits about werewolves and, yeah. Some pretty amazing stuff, right there! (Including the ingredients to a potion that transforms you into a werewolf, one of which is the fat of a murdered infant.)
WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH ABOUT AN ASSHOLE IN A LONG COAT
Watching the trailer like, “I’ve read this fic before.”
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