#ITS SO FANCY

[wickedwitchofthesouth]

"We were defeated by the Brothers Winchester," and it's literally just a lumberjack and some college dropout.

[x22817]

waiting in the waiting room...bored

[simon-says-nothing]

e

estrogen? wrong flavor of trans buddy

[mss-eclipse]

Praying for apocalypse rn because I like to live in this school

Its like the pizza plex in fnaf sb

Thats how fucking big and cool it is

[holysugu]

I got a macbook y'all... prepare to be SICK OF ME

[may12324]

Karlach Cliffgate- fire of my heart

[jadecantcreate]

an alternate fancy outfit for my darling <3 he deserves it

detail / doodle close ups

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

more of the dapper lad! i Cannot get him out of my brain

[razzafrazzle]

workshopping a book of bill version of my bill design... they confiscated his hair straightener

[image description: a headshot drawing of a human design of bill cipher from gravity falls, where he is portrayed as a pale-skinned man with curly yellow hair messily pulled into a low ponytail. his mascara is smudged, and he has a glitchy blue scar over his eye and across his face. end id]

[pencilofawesomeness]

So, I've been reading a lot of Ghost King AUs recently and... my hand slipped.

[suntails]

it was a nightmare

comm for my friend dove's fic!! u can find it here, DEF worth a read!!

[fiendishartist2]

guy who doesnt dance x guy who will drag you onto the dance floor

[u3pxx]

part 1 🌊 hi hello for the love of god hello

[stere0typical]

This is sick actually, who was gonna tell me the title "World Enough, And Time" is a phrase from poem about a man who would be willing to wait forever for a woman to love him, but since they don't have forever he asks her to love him now.

Like hello?? Who decided to name the episode that??? The first part of the 2 parter where the doctor believes missy will finally stand with him but never finds out she chooses to??? I'm going insane.

[duskier]

Cyber stalker Laswell who meets you as a server in a fancy restaurant. The bill she pays without a blink of her eye is about a week's worth of your pay.

You're obviously attracted to her from the second she's seated, how your eyes follow the silver necklace she's wearing down between the open buttons of her silk collared shirt. How then your eyes flick to her hands, pupils dilating when you find her ring finger bare. It's like the general sitting across from Laswell doesn't even exist. She immediately likes that about you, how quickly and easily she's able to capture your full attention.

She watches your tongue behind your teeth move as you take her order, determined not to fuck it up. You were still new to this job, but the authoritative aura Laswell gave off had you at attention. Even her little smiles and nods when you confirmed her order felt like rewards. Like a dog being clicker trained.

Laswell tests you- she doesn't like pets who are obedient just because they can't think for themselves. She asks you to pick out a wine for her. You offer to have the sommelier come by, but she just shakes her head. You feel like a deer caught in headlights.

When you bring her the wine, a glass of '91 Penfold Grange, you can't help but watch her take a sip. Raptured at the sight of her rolling the taste in her mouth, lost in the idea of licking it off of her tongue. Laswell looks you right in your eyes when she thanks you, tells you that it was an excellent choice. She might as well have bent you over the table and fucked you right there, it made you melt. How could she make you feel so much with so little said?

(When you went to the back, her empty glass in hand, no one noticed when you licked at the stains on the rim where her mouth was. The wine tasted fucking fantastic.)

She left you a tip well over what was necessary. More than what the bill actually was, a number with one too many zeroes that made you gasp. She wrote out that it was a thank you for your service, and you shove the note in your pocket.

...Your heart sunk at the fact that she hadn't left her number though. Of course she wouldn't, a classy older woman such as herself? She probably only entertained you out of pity, because you were working and she was a professional.

You went home in a needy daze, her note burning in your pocket. You could still smell her perfume, the scent inoffensive but strong. If you fingered yourself with the note held in your other hand, Laswell's looping blue-ink cursive making you clench on your fingers every time you glanced at it, you didn't feel shame for it. Too busy lost in her pretty eyes, the thought of sitting naked in her lap, the idea of her voice praising and guiding you to orgasm.

...

What a pretty show, Laswell thought. Before she'd even gotten home, she'd had connections find everything about you. For such a smart person, you put much too much about yourself online. Not to mention, an open laptop on your desk, right across from your bed? You're lucky Laswell is looking out for you, remotely setting up security so no one else could see through that camera. Only she should see how your pretty thighs clench and jerk as you cum, only she should hear her name on your lips like that.

You were perfect for Laswell, exactly her type. Smart, pretty thing just waiting for someone to scoop them up, take care of them properly and teach them how to be a good pet.

[ddeck]

Star Wars: The Clone Wars - Out Foxed

by Rob Valois, 2008