#new chapter of

[pisupsala]

So, (super) spicy chips are a relatively new thing in my neck of the woods, and are usually only available as import from the US.

Now here’s my problem. Because they’re imported, they are pricey. They’re double, or even triple the prize of a regular bag of chips. As a treat, that’s fine. But it’s so hard to gauge if they are properly spicy??

I just bought a small bag of blue Takis and I’m so underwhelmed :< they’re not bad, but they’re not that spicy. I expected more from that electric blue color?

So please, aid me on my hot chip quest and recommend me brands and types 💖

[keyflight790]

“I want you to wreck me,” Potter moaned, the deep guttural sound sending a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to Draco’s cock. He knew they were drunk, and that Potter wouldn’t be saying this if he wasn’t. The thought barely scraped his mind, however, before his mouth was on Draco.

Draco tilted his head back into the rough brick wall as cherry red lips kissed hungrily against his own. He was having trouble focusing, his head foggy from the copious amounts of liquor he currently had in his system. He knew in the recesses of his mind that he would regret this, that Potter would regret this, pushing him into the exterior of the bar, in front of Diagon Alley, where anyone could walk by, but Draco was having trouble caring about tomorrow.

The only thing he currently cared about was Potters tongue on his neck, and Potters hard cock against his thigh. Tomorrow was future Draco’s problem, and present Draco was going to enjoy this.

-Kiss Quick on A03

[we-are-all-stories-in-the-end]

Writing on the train sucks...

I thought I could put the two hours on the train to good use and get some writing down. But there's a group of three teenage girls sitting next to me chattering on about boys and school and whatnot. And no matter how loud I turn up my music, I can still hear them. I have barely written 600 words and I feel like most of it just sucks...

[flyingassassin]