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[text]: You’re not implying I’m out of line, are you? 

[text]: Tread carefully.

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I was tagged by @daggermxchanic <3

5 things you’ll find in my bag always: Wallet, house key, iPhone (with headphones), chapstick and lotion.

5 things you’ll find in my room: Two hermit crabs, a relatively small colony of mystery snails, piles of clothes, a Santa hat and a book about medieval monsters.

5 things that make me happy: Being alone, food, laughing with people I love, writing and having nothing I need to do.

5 things that I’m into: Characters, animals, ridiculous dancing, creepy shit and baking.

5 things on my to-do list: Stop doubting myself. Graduate from university after this semester, figure out what I want to do with my life and make it happen. On a less serious note, I’m really itching to rewatch The X-Files from start to finish.

Tag 5 people: you, you, you, you and you!

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Beautiful the way deadly things are|| wealth is power

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We own the world: an evil playlist @wickedmore

not human- ionnalee * goodbye horses-q.lazzarus * kiss and tell- bryan ferry

sadeness-enigma * come undone-duran duran * black black heart-david usher

world in my eyes- depeche mode (cicada mix)  

* kiss from a rose- seal * poker face- lady gaga

face to face- siouxsie & the banshees * take me to church- hozier 

power & control- marina & the diamonds * flesh for fantasy- billy idol

blue monday-orgy* master & servant- depeche mode 

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Lay down your swords, lay down your pistols

I’ll hit your heart from any distance

You fall like a guillotine, and kneel before the queen

You fall like a guillotine, and I will rise

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She was like a sword. Her tongue was sharp, she was always ready to fight She never showed fear Her eyes only ever showed determination.

sunrises-and-nightlights (via wnq-writers)

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“Better….” He laughs deeply, with a certain nonchalance, an attitude stamped with a sort of sureness of himself and inches closer till breath is upon skin. He knows he’s sunk deep into her skull and soul, it was only a matter of time before she was eating out of his pocket. There was s physical connection as well as a mental one and it hadn’t taken too lock both down. He could tell from the way her crystaline eyes scanned over him, pierced at him, that the same desire was there and alive. “Seven-thirty,Morrisons…don’t  be late.” He urges tenaciously with the flash of a crooked smile, giving her almost no change to refuke or reject the offer with an edge of mysteryand turns away in his Paciotti’s. There is no doubt in his mind now, she’d make an appearance.

If his closeness, his breath on her skin, has any effect on her, she doesn’t show it. She does quirk an eyebrow at his audacity, frowning when he turns away before she can snatch back the last word. Touché.

“Enjoy the conference, Mr Fergus,” she says, too quietly for anyone’s ears except her own. Still watching him, she beckons her assistant with a single lazy wave. “Put dinner with Clyde Fergus into my schedule and inform my driver, please, Audrey. Thank you.”

She doesn’t make her grand appearance until quarter to eight. She hopes to establish a profitable relationship with his company, but that won't be possible until he learns that she isn’t made to obey. She can’t be wined and dined into submission. Elegant and deadly, she looks both in a well-fitting, black designer dress as she follows the host to the table. He pulls out her chair and she sits, quickly nodding her thanks.

“I’m sorry,” she says, looking anything but. “Am I late?”

Closed II The world is Ours

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“That’s a bluff, but I’ll take this game…hows about experience.” He replies confidently, pursing lips in her direction, knowing better, as eyes wander over the designer dress, marveling in everything. The transparency in her eyes, despite her sharpness, told him something different. The blue orbs dazzling in front of him, proved that there weren’t other offers in the mix.She was fascinating beyond reproach, her books hadn’t done her justice and he couldn’t refrain from thinking about it. Intellect was beaming at first glance, her tongue was powerful with a conscious comeback for every word and she was elegant in appearance. She was an animal after his own mind and spirit, he had to have her regardless of the stakes.

Her eyes narrow slightly, the only flaw in an otherwise impeccably cool demeanour. How the fuck did he read her so easily? And where did he find the nerve to call her bluff? Irritating as it is, she’s more eager to keep playing than she is to attack.

“That good, are you?” she says, keeping her tone sceptical, disbelieving even. He can’t know that he won her over just like that; the last thing she’s willing to do is to give him that power. In all honesty, she knows now that dinner with him will be worth her time. This verbal sparring is something else entirely. With every sharp exchange, an electric thrill jolts through her. She feels like she’s met her match in a way she doesn’t understand yet, but wants to explore.

Closed II The world is Ours

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David Usher - Black Black Heart

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Hands. Fingers. Bones sticking out. Eye contact. Hair. Being loud. Being quiet. Wings. Glasses. Lingerie. Horns. Body modification. Piercings. Tattoos. Stilettos. Bloodplay. Bondage. Stubble. Biting. Anal play. Double penetration. Knifeplay. Urine. Scratching. Feet. Leaving clothes on. Boots. Vomit. Licking. Begging. Cuddling. Crossdressing. Bruises. Make up. Pubic hair. Foreign languages. Feminization. Scars. Leather. Accents. Braces. Roleplay. Daddy/master/etc. Slapping/spanking. Tentacles. Non-human species (merfolk, centaurs etc). Defecation. Pegging. Sex toys. Fingering. Tying up. Prolonged waiting. Car sex. Intelligence. Being in public. A specific eye color. Watching. Crying. Hipbones.

Kink survey: bold your kinks, cross out turn offs

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