#stef.

Dabs these here but i forgot to say i got more self ship content ft. One (1) italian photographer man that i love and my s/i renee!! Ive got a lil fic about them that i may post soon too 👀

            the silence lasted two whole cigarettes before it became too much. easily the time between auster’s opening and six pm is the   worst.  especially on days when her schedule is clear until performance time. stefani has spent all day hanging around the old dusty  ( in the day light )   bar, occasionally serving drinks when the only bar man goes for a smoke, mostly trying not to concentrate on the sticky floor and depressingly soft piano being played. 

               out of the twenty five tables only four are occupied. cosmo, busy writing on his lunch break  ---  no fun. two of the stinky old man regulars and  --  a new face stefani has been staring at for one cigarette. it’s finished, stubbed out on the table and her charge is made to the table. she sits across from the other, staring expectantly. 

         " could you  please  stop moving or i’m gonna stick a pin in your ---- oops. “  

    a very unregretful  oops,  too. when she came to him asking him to be a human dress form, stefani wasn’t expecting so much wriggling!!! it’s her own fault, though.  why  she accepted the challenge of making four new gowns for Auster’s most legendary queen  ( Bi-Curious George )  in less than a week, she’ll never know.  well --- that’s a lie. ol’ George pays pretty well and supplies all of the material herself. all the material except a dress form. 

send me 👀 to gush abt f/o pics

tumblr dont be asshole >:/

anyway HGNNGHHGN....

Nice.

*thinks about stefano saying petnames in italian*