So it turns out the cure to a really shit day is for Pip to drink enough Southern Comfort to fee like Tony Stark and start text messaging frostiron roleplay with me.
So much love.
Fuck yes, my darling PJ!
I’m sorry you had a shit day but I am not sorry at all for the drinking, the texting or the frostiron. I was grinning like an idiot all morning at work.
Too much love. I REGRET NOTHING!