in sharp clothing

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“In ghost, Thomas smiled at Edith, really smiled; she remembered the glow of flame in his eyes when they had danced the Chopin waltz; the radiance of the firelight on his face in their humble honeymoon sanctuary at the depot. Need had driven him into the darkness, but love had brought him into the light. It had redeemed him.” — Crimson Peak, book.

Soul Mates

me, the poor and petulant
three of hearts
in this bramble-twined
shadowbox play, paired
with you–of course
the grinning joker
dressed up for
a second stage entrance
this time masquerading
as a crooked rook
in black-capped clothes 
ever sharp and
always clever
typecast now 
(and likely forever)
not a farther cry
further
from your dreadful impression
(I’m only being honest)
of my former flame, the jack of spades
he was self-indulgent
and truly vain
but God, I loved
how he played this game

Crimson fact....(Clothing)

The Sharpe’s clothing is a decade out of fashion. It’s hand made and their parents best clothing, this is unlike the American clothing which was made up to date at the time of the movie (1901) and was most likely machine made. Also, the Sharpes clothing and therefore the actors clothing, was so tightly constructed and well tailored they had to be stitched into it. This was to show and represent them as being architectural and included aspects of Allerdale.

GOT7 Kinks Analysis

Anonymous requested:  Can you please do got7 kinks? ;)

Song suggestion while reading: Danger - Taemin


UGGHHH TAEMIN also I think I enjoyed writing this way too much…

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Originally posted by jaebeom-s


JB - rough sex, angry sex, rough angry makeup sex, basically any type of sex where he’s pounding into you so hard for so long that you beg for mercy…. potentially shedding your clothes in the process

Bam!

You sucked in a sharp breath as Jaebum’s fists slammed against the wall behind you. His chest pressed against yours. His elbows dug into your biceps. He let out a low growl as he shifted his hands to your breasts, toying with the collar of your blouse and your cleavage. He harshly bit his lip as he began to tear the fabric of your blouse. It had never been one of your favorites anyway.

He needn’t say a word as his hands roamed your body.

Rip! Tear!

He made sharp tears in your clothing, causing your clothes to fall off of your body and leave scratches all over your body. How could you possibly resist when he had already ripped every last garment of clothing on your body, leaving you a jumbled mess begging for his touch.


Originally posted by gotsolucky

Jr. - Oh would you be in for a treat with him. The first few time the two of you had sex would be more casual, cautious, maybe even a bit timid, but as soon the two of you became comfortable around one another things would certainly take an interesting turn. He would start out subtle, casually incorporating dirty talk and hinting at you calling him daddy or master. Oh and if one day you took the bait, letting either of those names slip, oh honey, it would be downhill from there. He would no longer hold back. Choking, rope, hand cuffs, making you beg, making you orgasm until you passed out, you name it. Nothing was out of the question.

“Ahhh-hh-h” You brokenly gasped. “Jr-J-Maste-”You cut off not finishing that thought aloud. Jr. abruptly stopped thrusting, causing you to whimper. He removed his hand from around your neck, ceasing to lightly choke you. He placed his forearms on the mattress and leaning his face in towards yours until he was merely inches away.

“What were you about to call me?” His voice was harsh. His eyes were black. You hesitated before finally answering, your voice barely coming out above a whisper.

“Ma-master…” A as sly smile spread across all of his features, a devilish glint appearing in his eyes. Now placing both hands around your neck instead of just one, he pounded into you until there were nearly tears in your eyes,showing you a side to him that you had never quite seen before.


Originally posted by markjin

Mark - Quiet as he may be… the quiet one always have something to hide. For Mark it seems blindfolds would be his type of style. He doesn;t seem to be the type to be overly into bondage or daddy, nothing too over the top, but he is most definitely a dom. Using a blindfold on you would create a sense of desperation, longing, attachment, ahhh and boy would that drive him crazy.

All you could see was black. All you could see was black except for a small border of light shining through at the very edges of where the blindfold ended. You had been laying on the mattress completely naked for almost three minutes now. You had no idea where Mark was. You had no idea what he planned to do. All you knew was that you wanted, no needed him to touch you and soon.

Your wish was soon granted as you felt a tongue swirl around your left nipple. He grazed his thumb over the other. You knew he was smiling. You knew his was smirking. 

And then he removed his hands completely and you squirmed on the mattress unsure just how long you could hold out on his tease.


Originally posted by i-got7s

Jackson - Now Jackson, he’s a quirky little bastard. While he constantly demands attention, he also has a certain obscurity and adventurousness to him. Experimentation, especially involving various positions would be a certainty.

“Turn.” Sitting up you started to raise up slightly, getting off so you could turn like he had instructed. Only Jackson roughly grabbed onto your waist, forcing you all the way back down on him. You groaned out as your hips clashed against his once more.

“Stay on, but turn.” You grinned at his short very vague instructions, still you knew exactly what he meant. Keeping yourself warped around his pulsating member, you twisted from your face to face straddling position to you now facing his feet, your ass high in the air. He began to pulse even harder as you slowly twisted around, tightening slightly as you did so.

You shut your eyes sinking into the new position as he thrusted upwards into you even harder.


Originally posted by markjin

Youngjae - As we all know Youngjae is a complete cinnamon roll. He is to pure for this world… that however doesn’t mean he’s innocent though. Youngjae would be the type to go for passionate romantic sex. Dim lights, soft romantic music playing in the background, candles, but above all else he would want to make you feels special, feel loved, feel like you were the most beautiful girl in the entire world.

He stared deep into your eyes, deep into your soul. With every thrust, you could feel yourself growing more and more attached to him. Soft moans escaped your lips contrasting the quiet orchestral track playing in the background. You moans slowly became more frequent, shorter, louder. You could tell you were getting close.

“You’re beautiful, Y/n” He whispered sending you to your climax…and for once you felt it too.


Originally posted by defsouljb

BamBam - How cocky he is… While BamBam definitely carries himself confidently and may appear to be the type of person who would like to be in control or on top, it’s more of an act. Now he wouldn’t be the type to be completely out of control, but he would definitely enjoy you being on top while he controlled you from the bottom. It would give him just enough control to be satisfied while also providing a great view from below.

Your breathing was heavy and you were panting. Jolts of pleasure shot through you as pressed your hands against BamBam’s chest, holding yourself steady as he continued  to thrust upward into you.

You shrieked out as he hit your g-spot dead on. You were having difficulty holding yourself steady. Your pinched your legs together, unable to contain the pleasure coiling up inside of you. Feeling yourself reach an extended extreme high, falling back down in extended spurts, you collapsed against his chest. He only lightly chuckled as you deeply sighed.


Originally posted by busanplayboy

Yugyeom - Bottom. You on top, him on the bottom. It’s as simple as that. Oh the way you grind your hips, the way you swirled them around his throbbing member, all while he had absolutely no control over the situation, it would drive him mad.

He always had had a thing for your more dominant side. Whenever you two went to scary movies or haunted houses, he would always blush as you held his hand tightly whispering sweet nothings every time he would jump. Now most of the time he wasn’t particularly scared, at least not over the top, still he couldn’t help pretending to be, especially if it caused you to take control.

“Jagiiiiii….” Yugyeom whinned out as you continued to tease his tip. You were straddling Yugyeom, Sliding just his tip up and down your tip. He let out another whiny groan as you slid him inside of you about an inch before pulling him out all the way again.

“What? I thought you liked it when I took control….” Groaning even more loudly than before his nails dug into the mattress sheets, further enduring the tease, accepting his fate.

Honestly, after getting past a lot of internalized misogyny, I aim to be exactly the kind of girl society had demonized. 

The girly girl. I want unapologetically pink stuff, and flavored coffee, and pop music, and sunglasses, and cute clothes, and perfect nails, and lipstick, and selfies. 

The tough girl. I want the black clothes, the sharp smile, the silver tongue, the fearless laugh, the no bullshit attitude. 

The smart girl. I want to learn everything that makes me curious, I want to enjoy my classes without being mocked, I want a book, a cup of tea, a comfy sweater, a night in at home.

The party girl. I want the short dresses, the girly named drinks, the tall high-heels, the loud music, the long nights.

The ambitious girl. I want full agendas, and the power walk through the hallways, I want to go after what I want and show I’m the best at it, I want the power and money only men are promised, I want the success I’ve been told kills love.

The dreamer girl. I want hope, to believe in the good in people, to believe in love, to not put myself in a cage of realism and pain because I’ve been told being that girl is dumb.

I want all of it, and I’m sure as hell gonna get it.

I’ve seen some hc’s of Gavin joining the crew after he’s caught badly pickpocketing Geoff, but what if he wasn’t? What if Gavin was the thief who not only robbed the king of Los Santos and got away scott free, but was cocky enough to do it again and again. The first few times Geoff doesn’t even notice, thinks its bad luck, faulty memory, blames himself for the loss and moves on. So Gavin gets cheeky, takes bigger risks and pinches more and more expensive items, escalating until Geoff notices, then further still until the man is worked up into a rage about it.

When Geoff finally catches him (A moment Geoff swears up and down wasn’t orchestrated by Gavin, but even he has doubts) Gavin is decked out in Geoff’s missing rolex, his pricey cufflinks and obscenely expensive sunglasses, his tailored jacket and his goddamn favourite belt-buckle. He has Geoff’s phone, the keys to one hide-out and half-a-dozen stolen cars, a wallet full of cards and one very valuable custom-made beretta. But Geoff has him now, and he’s going to kill him. Except, well. Geoff wasn’t expecting a kid, and he sure as hell wasn’t expecting said kid to treat his aggressive interrogation like a freaking job interview.

Say what you will about his methods, Gavin’s a bright guy and it didn’t take him long to work out where the real power lay in Los Santos. He had no intention of messing around with low level gangs in the hopes of gaining the right attention, of working his way up to the big leagues. No, he knows his talents, is confident in his ability to talk his way into a job once he gets an audience, and boy does he like to make an entrance.

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The fantastical costume designer, Kate Hawley talks through the costuming and styling of Crimson Peak, well worth a watch

                                       『 Sucker for Pain 』

She carries the weight of her past like she carries her trusty revolvers in her hands, perfected with years and blood shed along the way. She’s ruthless, sharp like her clothes yet just as colorful at her core. Not everyone’s cup of tea, considering she would thread along the lines of well-aged bourbon; on the rocks just like everything in her life tends to be. The vault hunter of the glorious days long past, she protects and rules over Lynchwood with fists of iron and a heart of ice.

She, on the other hand… She prefers putting distance between herself and her acquaintances with a sniper rifle, barrel long and graceful just like her high heeled legs. She has given up on her derringer a long time ago; closeness is a thing she avoids now, as it ends with a bullet to the head or a knife to the back. Everyone knows who she is, however, no matter the distance. The wanted posters peppering walls every town she breezes through does injustice to her pretty, youthful face. (The reward on her head is even a bigger insult to her talent, but no one needs to point that out). She could have become a vault hunter, had the chance, had the competence and weapons; but what good is it to become so lawful when you can achieve more by bending the rules- or breaking them?

On a particular autumn evening, while the sun leans down to kiss the earth good night ever slowly, these two women meet just at the outskirts of Lynchwood, their shadows tangling on the colossal rocks like thirsty lovers who lost each other decades ago.

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– You are monsters! Both of you!

- That’s exactly what our mother told us in her last moment.

Stony Prompt #16

“You look dead. Have you slept last night at all?”


Steve’s mornings usually start the same way every day. He gets up at 6am sharp, finds some comfy clothes and goes out running for an hour.

The only thing that changed about this routine after he started dating Tony was that he returns back to the bed after getting dressed, press a kiss to Tony’s lips and then leave for his run.

Sometimes his lover is up by the time he comes back to the tower. Other times Tony still lazes around in bed, not sleeping anymore, but too lazy and comfortable to leave, wrapped up in the leftover-heat of Steve under the blankets. Steve’s never immune to that particular view, which is why he usually ends up back in bed together with Tony, simply kissing each other until something comes up.

And then there are times where Tony doesn’t even make it into bed. Steve has given up on trying to coax the genius out of his workshop when he’s really far gone and tinkering away with hundreds of new ideas and filled to the brim with energy. It’s beautiful to watch the brunet when he’s like this; it’s like a force of nature made human.

It always leaves Steve breathless, unable to keep up because Tony is so fast with everything he does and impossible to be contained.

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wendydemon  asked:

Wendy came out of seemingly nowhere when she grabbed Jack from behind to drag him deeper into the forest, sharp claws ripping cloth and peircing skin.

She’d caught him off guard, to be sure, and he’d immediately gone for his sword before recognizing her and hesitating.

“Wendy? Wait, what are you doing!? Stop this, you… it hurts!”

What was going on!?