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dark academia mlm
scott + stiles | teen wolf
jake + charles | brooklyn 99
jim + dwight | the office
otis + eric | sex education
liam + mason | teen wolf
ruby + cesar | on my block
dustin + steve | stranger things
hitchcock + scully | brooklyn 99
damon + enzo | the vampire diaries
terry + raymond | brooklyn 99
just guys being dudes
Bless me to be…
As Courageous as Tyr
As Strong as Thor
As Wise as Odin
As Fierce as Freya
As Healthy as Idun
As Beautiful as Frigg
As Compassionate as Sjofn
As Enduring as Skadi
As Accepting as Lofn
As Hearty as Freyr
As Regal as Hel
As Cunning as Loki
As Bright as Baldr
As Observant as Heimdal
As Dedicated as Vidar
As Loving as Nanna
As Just as Forseti
As Peaceful as Nott
As Grounded as Sif
As Glorious as Ullr
As Creative as Bragi
As Warm as Sol
As Wealthy as Njord
As Loyal as Sigyn @sigynfreespirit
You know what's even better than having sex with kinky men? Corrupting vanilla men into becoming kinky.
Like sending him pics during the day of me in lingerie, texting him the things I wish he would do to me. I tease him for days, but never make a move, until he comes home so aroused he can't even breathe or think and he just throws me onto the bed and...
But he apologises afterwards. He didn't mean to be so rough.
So I guide his hand on my pussy and say, "See how wet I am? That's what you do to me. It was so fucking hot when you did that, baby."
Showing up to his work in a trench coat, lingerie and a smile. He will tell me I shouldn't be here at first, that we shouldn't be doing this, but he soon shuts up as I get down on my knees and worship his cock in his bosses office. The entire time his cock is in my mouth, I'm telling him how beautiful his cock is, how good it tastes, how wet I am just from sucking on his cock. He watches as I touch myself, moaning around his cock, how my face changes when I cum with his cock in my mouth. And then when he is ready, I swallow every drop, sucking like my life depends on it as he holds onto the wall for dear life, moaning out my name over and over again. I'll kiss his cheek and thank him for letting me do that before I leave.
He spanks me once, on accident, and I cry out. He apologizes thinking he hurt me. But then I turn to him with blushing cheeks, "Don't apologize, I think I liked it. Is that okay?"
Soon, he can't stop thinking about me, about the faces I make when his hands are on me. The thought of me on my knees, and he tells me he likes it too.
That's when he comes home with toys he wants to try out on me, and he can't help but smack my ass as hard as he can everytime he walks by me as im washing the dishes because he loves the noises I make when he does.
He starts doing research, comes home saying "I wanna try this but I don't want to hurt you."
"It's okay, baby. We will come up with a word that I can say during that tells you that It hurts too much and we need to stop."
"Great idea!"
One day he can't hold himself back anymore, and commands me to get onto my knees.
I reply with a "Yes, Sir" and a smile.
Then, I'll finally see it.
The darkness inside of him he's been hiding. The things he has always wanted to do but shame or fear kept them hidden. Then, it will be me who is afraid. Afraid of what he will do to me but also... the exhilaration of what he might do to me.
That's when I will know he is mine.
When he won't be able to cum without my mouth or my hand. When he won't be able to have sex with anyone without wanting to choke them or call them a dirty little whore. When foreplay turns into spanking and spitting.
He won't be able to have vanilla missionary sex anymore with anyone. He will be my toy and I will fulfill his every fantasy everyday until the end of my days.
“Fear cuts deeper than swords.”
“Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.”
“Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.”
“A man who won’t listen can’t hear.”
“Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but they refuse. They cling to the realm, or the gods, or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.”
“The man who fears losing has already lost.”
“Power resides only where men believe it resides. […] A shadow on the wall, yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.”
“The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.”
“Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.”
“My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.”
“He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.”
“A lion doesn’t concern itself with the opinion of sheep.”
“I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one.”
“A bruise is a lesson… and each lesson makes us better.”
“The greatest fools are often times more clever than the men who laugh at them.”
“Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.”
“A woman’s life is nine parts mess to one part magic, you’ll learn that soon enough…and the parts that look like magic turn out to be the messiest of all.”
“A bruise is a lesson… and each lesson makes us better.”
When you’ve dedicated your life to words, it’s important to go out eloquently.
Ernest Hemingway: “Goodnight my kitten.” Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.
Jane Austen: “I want nothing but death.” In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.
J.M Barrie: “I can’t sleep.”
L. Frank Baum: “Now I can cross the shifting sands.”
Edgar Allan Poe: “Lord help my poor soul.”
Thomas Hobbes: “I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,”
Alfred Jarry: “I am dying…please, bring me a toothpick.”
Hunter S. Thompson: “Relax — this won’t hurt.”
Henrik Ibsen: “On the contrary!”
Anton Chekhov: “I haven’t had champagne for a long time.”
Mark Twain: “Good bye. If we meet—” Spoken to his daughter Clara.
Louisa May Alcott: “Is it not meningitis?” Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.
Jean Cocteau: “Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.”
Washington Irving: “I have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?”
Leo Tolstoy: “But the peasants…how do the peasants die?”
Hans Christian Andersen: “Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.”
Charles Dickens: “On the ground!” He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.
H.G. Wells: “Go away! I’m all right.” He didn’t know he was dying.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “More light.”
W.C. Fields: “Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!” “Carlotta” was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.
Voltaire: “Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.” When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
Dylan Thomas: “I’ve had 18 straight whiskies…I think that’s the record.”
George Bernard Shaw: “Dying is easy, comedy is hard.”
Henry David Thoreau: “Moose…Indian.”
James Joyce: “Does nobody understand?”
Oscar Wilde: “Either the wallpaper goes, or I do.”
Bob Hope: “Surprise me.” He was responding to his wife asking where he wanted to be buried.
Roald Dahl’s last words are commonly believed to be “you know, I’m not frightened. It’s just that I will miss you all so much!” which are the perfect last words. But, after he appeared to fall unconscious, a nurse injected him with morphine to ease his passing. His actual last words were a whispered “ow, fuck”
Salvador Dali hoped his last words would be “I do not believe in my death,” but instead, they were actually, “Where is my clock?”
Emily Dickinson: “I must go in, the fog is rising.”
Dark Academia Playlist
a little dark, a little whimsical, tunes to make you feel like the main character in a film.
roslyn — bon iver, st. vincent
the secret history — the chamber orchestra of london
les mémoires blessées — dark sanctuary
into dust — mazzy star
clair de lune, l. 32 — claude debussy
show me how — men i trust
eyes on fire — blue foundation
over the moon — the marías
falling asleep with a book on your chest — lullatone
solo — five mile town
tchaikovsky: swan lake — pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky
altogether — slowdive
cigar & a 78 — five mile town
visions of gideon — sufjan stevens
thinking of you — cosmic child
headache — grouper
if i’m asleep — five mile town
dark — daffodils
“She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was.”
— j. iron word (via thoughtkick)
O D U D U A
Sometimes named Odua, she is the Yoruba earth goddess. Her brother is the sky god Olorun. She represents the essence of life, fertility and creation. She is said to be the bringer of love, but she can become a warrior goddess if she needs to.
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