the beckoning

date the warm voice you heard in the middle of nowhere on that roadtrip you took a few summers ago; beckoning and bubbly, sweet like honey. it has nothing but love and good intentions for you, but it is too shy not to hide away in the trees along the road.

anonymous asked:

i dunno. i'm scared of the future. too many choices. thanks

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

100+ Kink Challenge 5

Kink #82 (New List): Pain/Sensation Play

Pairing: Benny x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 411

Warnings: Vampire Loving, Biting, Sexual Language, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex

Requested by: @bohowitch <3

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“What did you say?” Ivar inquired as he shifted in the tub. His eyes never leaving you. The blue in his eyes almost gone at just the thought of you being a virgin. “Come here” He commanded softly. Walking to him your knees began to shake. You had always thought Ivar was in his own way beautiful to have suffered all his life to be apart of this world. But you also knew how Viking men are especially the Ragnarsson men.
“Are you ok?” He asked as he looked into your eyes. You nodded in response. The words right there but nothing came out. He began getting out of the tub his body glistening as the beads of water ran off of him. He began drying off as he moved in front of the fireplace. Laying out firs he beckoned you “Join me?”
You voice returned for a moment.
“Please don’t hurt me Ivar I trust you” You have no idea where the words came from but they felt right. He took a deep breath and reached a hand out to you drawing you down to him.
“I can promise I won’t hurt you unless you ask me to.” He said as he pulled you into a kiss. His hand sliding to your lower back to pull you close and the other resting on the side of your neck.
Shivers went down your spine as he deepened the kiss. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you pressed your body to his hard toned muscles. Your hand finds its way to his thick hair scratching his scalp. He almost purrs at the touch. Pulling away he looks at you while holding the side of your face.
“Are you sure Y/N?” He asked softly. You opened your eyes to see his eyes staring deep into your soul. No you weren’t sure but it felt right so surely this was the gods will right? You looked deep into his eyes there was something there you couldn’t look away from. This wouldn’t be a casual affair to him either.
“Yes I’m sure Ivar.” You replied in a whisper. The energy in the room changed. His eyes soaking in every inch of you trying to find doubt. When he found none he captured your lips in a deep soul consuming kiss as he began removing your dress. His hands working quickly leaving no spot untouched. His rough hands gripped your breasts with an unexpected gentleness almost unsure of his self. His eyes never leaving your face watching to be sure you were enjoying it.
You had never been touched in this way it was stirring a fire inside. Your face betraying all emotions you were attempting to hide. His hands slowly start pushing the dress over your hips his hands gliding over the milky soft skin of your stomach before he slides down and begins leaving kisses all down your body starting with your neck. You softly moan as he reaches your breasts taking each one and kissing them softly. He looked up with lust filled eyes to look at you it felt as if he was looking into your very being. Neither of you said a word there was no need. He continued down your body with kisses till he reached your core. He stopped to marvel at your body before burying his face and exploring every nook and cranny. Your whole body arched at his touch. Overwhelming pleasure overtaking your body as he licked and suckled at your nub like it was his life force. You released a guttural moan as your body shook as you had your very first orgasm. His eyes wide as he watched you fall over the edge. A feral look took over his face as he slid up to hover at your entrance. Looking deep into your eyes he slowly slid inside. The pain was not as bad as the stories had told. It was sharp but brief. Pleasure quickly took over as you began to move together as one. Both of your moans began to fill the room. Everything around you faded. You started to feel yourself getting close again. Then it happened galaxies began exploding. Your whole body quaked as you came causing him to also fall over the edge.


I am so sorry it sucks thinking about smut an writing it are two different things especially when I set myself up with a virgin story lol

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'Hook' Actor Launches Kickstarter for Rufio Prequel
The story of Peter Pan has been told many times, but Hook star Dante Basco thinks another Lost Boy should get his chance to shine. The actor, who starred as Rufio in the Steven Spielberg-directed f…

Guys. GUYS, LOOK. 

Our boy, Dante Basco is trying to crowd fund a Rufio prequel and you know what that means: RALLY, TROOPS. OUR PRINCE BECKONS. 

Let’s help bring to life the movie that we always wanted and never dared hoped for. If it were done by anyone else, it’d be whitewashed and made into a mockery of the Lost Boy we all know and love. Dante Basco is going to head this, and you know that he’s going to come through for us.

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Masterpost of Cryptic Shit from The Adventure Zone

Because damn Griffin’s given us a lot of mysteries to work with. (Excerpts from the show under the cut.)

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Sorority Witch: Secretly adding intent to traditional chants and songs, and making enchanted crafts. Always suggesting that this year’s hall theme should be the zodiac. Glamours meticulously applied during rush week- in beckoning red lipstick and hypnotic curls. Charging pearl earrings before an altar of sweet rose quartz, luminous hopeful selenite, and polaroid photos of long-time friends.

Punk Witch: Spell jars in old whiskey bottles. Sigil buttons pinned to a leather jacket. Cursing in a messy apartment with a black jet wand. Reading tarot on carpet strewn with cigarette ash. Skulls- skulls everywhere, man. Using clairvoyance to see through the posers. A walking embodiment of chaos magick with a crooked smile.

Study Witch: Precise sharpie sigils in notebook margins. Amethyst paperweights and bullet-journal spreads written in charmed ink. Cheerful plants on a windowsill with charging agate and citrine. Ponytails pulled tight with strong knot magic and a purse full of lucky spell jars. Fingers always crossed that big exams will fall on the full moon.

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Masterpost of Ryan Ross singing

For anon: Ryan has provided backing vocals for most pre split panic songs. there’s also loads of clips of him singing w/ friends etc, but I’m listing the ones I found noteworthy.

For Afysco his vocals can be heard clearly on Live In Denver

Songs where he’s had major parts on Pretty Odd include:

Iconic Acoustic Versions:

Covers:

The Young Veins:

Solo Stuff:

Miscellaneous: