#so much class

[librarycard]

i can’t sleep HELP

[ukaiknowsbest]

GOAT Fastball Pitchers and their Long-Time Catchers

[thisafterpartyisawingding]

imma come out now and make one thing clear: i appreciate both of these costumes unironically i think they’re great and honestly if they were still canon i think the world would be a slightly better place

[gayingupspace]

I saw Oceans 8 tonight, and it was amazing.

[dailystrugglesofadeletedblog]

stupid apps: find out what celebrity you look like ;)

me: i look like my grandma. i dont need you to find that out.

also me: the fact that you don’t consider my grandma a celebrity sounds like a you problem.

[bitchyarcadecolor]

Me: *lays in my sister's back and adjusts myself*

Me: ....Your ass is digging into my stomach and it's really quite uncomfortable

[inevitable-lie]

Princess Diana's "Revenge Dress" worn on June 29, 1994, the day Prince Charles publicly admitted to committing adultery. The dress instantly became an icon and a seminal moment in the public life of the late princess.

[tramaqueen-a]

“You needn’t look so surprised, my dear,” he replied with the raise of an eyebrow, “if you’ve been following the papers, you know all too well that I couldn’t simply stay in Europe after the unfortunate passing of Inspector Pazzi,” he resisted the urge to grin at this, focusing instead upon the table and chairs in her kitchen. He half-expected the wood to crumble beneath his hands as he ran his fingers along the table. It seemed that a student income could purchase even less than it had when he attended medical school.

A shame. Ophelia–or, rather, Faora, deserved better–polished teak and rosewood…and she would get it. “I wasn’t clear?” he shrugged nonchalantly at her question, “I want you to accompany me to South America. Buenos Aries eventually, but I thought we might take a detour in Havana for a little while. As for how I found you, process of elimination allowed me the family name but little else. I simply pretended to work for a scholarship company and called a the student housing in the area and asked for a student with the last name Firefly. Then, failing that, the last name Driftwood. I told them I needed an address to send your check to. They’re all very gullible, you know.”

His lips twitched disapprovingly at the sight of an empty package of some microwavable slop “and I want to cook for you, if only to dispel any notion that the sort of tripe you’ve been eating could possibly pass for food. And why you? Why not you? A grand total of three people have ever seen me–truly seen me, me and not the mask of elegant super-normalcy. The first still mourns the breakup of his marriage alone with naught but his dogs and regret for company. I seem to have shattered him beyond repair, the second is currently being used as bait by the FBI in Baltimore. One step toward her and they’d have me. Duty-bound she is, in love with the Bureau–she prefers what cannot love her back, you see. The third is by far the best of the candidates,” he turned back to her, laying a hand upon her cheek.Her foundation was creamy, set nicely upon her flesh and did not crack or powder at his touch–a stark contrast to the cheaper amenities of student living. If he had to wager a guess, it seemed as though she’d planned on going out this night. He was glad he’d caught her before she’d left. “Were I to take on a pupil–perhaps even a partner–I would need someone who could not be broken or bought, someone with whom there would be no risk of betrayal. Someone who would understand just what such a commitment means. Someone whocraves it, because she had it, once, and it was taken from her. Faora…from the French favori, am I correct? The orphaned favorite daughter? Or is it the alternate translation–darling?”

He was right, she probably shouldn’t have been surprised. She heard on the news that Lecter made another escape, with that she could now hear the same etiquette in his voice that he used online. And the fact that ‘Sebastian’ lacked enthusiasm and curiosity about serial killers and mass murders should have been a dead give away. When they would talk online she noticed he was only curious to WHY Faora was so interested in Lecter specifically. But regardless to whether it was evident or not, his physical presence made her heart pound against her chest. He was a walking embodiment of a gentleman; offering to cook for her and take her traveling alongside him made her weak in the knees. She hated it. She hated it for the simple fact that deep down she loved it, he made her lose control of herself. Her body ached for him to touch her when this was usually the other way around. He didn’t know he was unintentionally giving her a dose of her own lust filled medicine. Her skin turned warm, he ignited a fire that started in her loins and continued to spread throughout her body. Ironically enough though, once Lecter touched her cheek it sent a chill throughout her body.

Everything he was offering all seemed to be a little too good to be true. She suspected he expected something in return or that there was some kind of catch. Was companionship really all he was looking for? “Fuck, your PARTNER?” The idea of it forced a grin to curve into her lips as it resonated. They’d be an UNSTOPPABLE force together and she knew it. Commitment was usually undesired as she felt like those she got close to were usually taken from her in one way or another. But she could feel an exception with him as he could clearly handle himself. She wanted to say yes, the answer was yes, she just had her few queries about the whole arrangement . “Did you know I'm a MURDERER? Obviously... But because I am, did you want to see what I can do? Kinda like tryouts? Or are you just going to teach me what you know?” Closing the already small gap between the two, blue hues lock with his as she continued. “How do you usually go about this? —Also when would we leave? Do you feel SAFE here tonight?”

@exquisitetasteandcunning  || continued from x