Okay my beautiful beans, I am going to try my damn hardest to come BACK TO THIS BLOG!! I know I’ve been slacking come the last three months, but I’m back to having motivation and discipline and I’m ready to rock.

An Aussie show on Netflix called Bringing Sexy Back is what started my motivation back tbh, it’s very good! It’s realistic, and some of these people lose 12kg (26lbs) in six weeks- that’s exactly what I need to lose before my big Orlando vacation coming up in September!

So yah, I’m going to try to post on this blog a lot more I promise because I can do this! I currently weigh 199.2, and if I have lost anything by the end of this week, I’ll update the news

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You know I’m no good

Hardy x Hannah | 450 words | Suggestive themes
Inspired by @gingerteaonthetardis’smoodboard

This is by far the stupidest thing he’s ever had to be a part of: mixing in with the crowd, undercover, at some posh sex party.

Pretentious smut, he reminds himself, feeling out of his depths. But there’s a killer at large, and if there’s a chance this will protect people, he’ll take it.

“Just pretend to be one of them voyeurs,” his boss had said.

Still, there is something undeniably enticing about the glow of the candlelight against the honey-colored stone, the chimes of champagne glasses, the brush of satin and velvet and silk on his touch-starved skin as he walks though the room.

When he sees her, she’s sitting on a widow seat, a book in one hand, a man’s head between her legs. She takes her eyes off the page and looks back at him. His heart stutters. She loses her composure for a fraction of a second but it’s enough to know she has recognized him.

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