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Silvan Baywarth
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"Till death do us apart"
But what if we actually, truly unite only after dying, and everything we do here, on this godforsaken planet, is just a pretence? What if our need and urge for this profound, peaceful life is the only thing making us love the place where we live, the job we do, or the person we love; and we actually attain all this and a million more tiny perfect moments only after we die?
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"Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart."
-Gabrielle Zevin
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I feel like I have known something of l o v e. I feel as though the way my heart flutters and sings discordant and wild in the ivory of my ribs must be s o m e t h i n g to go by. That this bird in my chest, struggling to disentangle itself, to set itself free and away once more, making a mess of the way my pulse runs normally so cold and scorned.
It must mean something after all.
Why I wonder…
But I know, I can tell, there is something strange and anew and unbidden about this blinding, evanescent twitterpated feeling which harkens to me, lures me forward and asks, ❝ Is that really what you want? ❞ And I know, it is not in my nature of natures to be cruel, not within me to sink my teeth in and tear apart such an emotion but for all the lives and worlds in my desecrated soul, I am AFRAID ! I know very little of what to do with this—
This wonderful thing which swells in me a harmony most benevolent and sweet, pumping me full of promises I have longed to hear over the course of two decades terrible and grievous. And still I set myself rigid and tense ; I fear that I am UNWORTHY. That I am once more caught adrift in some ephemeral dream I will soon wake from.
Yet so, I fill the hours in your name, I fill the gaps of my fingers with the ghosts of your own, I number the stars in the ways I have come to cherish you …
And how full it makes me feel, boiling me to the brim in things I’d not known, in things I’d let rot and decompose. And somewhere, I know, you remind me of such sweeter things! You tether my feet to the earth and walk me along so I can still see the sky, you set a storm and fit in my breast the likes of which I know little of how to temper.
I wonder, sometimes, silly as it is, if perhaps you think of me as fondly … If perhaps … You too, had O’Venus come and whisper nothings to your ear about another who would love, and cherish and GIVE—
Who would bend to their knee and sing your worships and hymns. Who would seek no other, none but YOU in this temple of lies and blood built on the foundation of tears and transgression. And I would lay across your altar, and pray I know you just a little longer.
Feb. 2019 || “In Love”
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The impulsive urge to be fluent in every language in the world so I could read their poetry and literature is back again.
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First Fall (reminiscence)
Eyes to the sky, bright in
Electric blue
Where faraway clouds drift
Ever on toward the horizon
Where swallows swirl, dancing
I am toppling
Ready for the fall
As Earth loses its hold
On my legs, heavy
Mere moments ago
As I recalled
The lonely nights that had me
Tumbling
In dark, dreaming
Of stars, spiraling
Hope in
An otherwise
Monochrome existence
This time it’s the black of closed eyes
That engulfs me
Yet I know I haven’t fainted
I can hear the wind roaring
Caressing my face, I’m just afraid
To find I’m neither falling nor flying
That it’s all in my head
But I dare peek and suddenly see
All the colours
Swirl and intermingle in
Countless variations
Once voidlike darkness
Now bursts with creation, bound
Solely by sweetest imagination
As all those stars, alight
In otherwise
Monochrome existence
Conspire together as one blissful sun
Illuminating what seems a
Brand new planet
Of limitless possibilities
It must be
A brand new planet
Whereto I now plummet, reborn
Everything simply seems
Different
Yet known
As if all broken dreams
Returned to the realms of chance
Does it matter if it’s all in my head
If it makes me conceive true happiness?
You have me like that
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26-6-2021, M.A. Tempels ©
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Essays
Here’s a (non-exhaustive) list of essays I like/find interesting/are food for thought; I’ve tried to sort them as much as possible. The starred (*) ones are those I especially love
also quick note: some of these links, especially the ones that are from books/anthologies redirect you to libgen or scihub, and if that doesn’t work for you, do message me; I’d be happy to send them across!
Literature + Writing
Godot Comes to Sarajevo - Susan Sontag
The Strangeness of Grief - V. S. Naipaul*
Memories of V. S. Naipaul - Paul Theroux*
A Rainy Day with Ruskin Bond - Mayank Austen Soofi
How Albert Camus Faced History - Adam Gopnik
Listen, Bro - Jo Livingstone
Rachel Cusk Gut-Renovates the Novel - Judith Thurman
Lost in Translation: What the First Line of “The Stranger” Should Be - Ryan Bloom
The Duke in His Domain - Truman Capote*
The Cult of Donna Tartt: Themes and Strategies in The Secret History - Ana Rita Catalão Guedes
Never Do That to a Book - Anne Fadiman*
Affecting Anger: Ideologies of Community Mobilisation in Early Hindi Novel - Rohan Chauhan*
Why I Write - George Orwell*
Rimbaud and Patti Smith: Style as Social Deviance - Carrie Jaurès Noland*
Art + Photography (+ Aesthetics)
Looking at War - Susan Sontag*
Love, sex, art, and death - Nan Goldin, David Wojnarowicz
Lyons, Szarkowski, and the Perception of Photography - Anne Wilkes Tucker
The Feminist Critique of Art History - Thalia Gouma-Peterson, Patricia Mathews
In Plato’s Cave - Susan Sontag*
On reproduction of art (Chapter 1, Ways of Seeing) - John Berger*
On nudity and women in art (Chapter 3, Ways of Seeing) - John Berger*
Kalighat Paintings - Sharmishtha Chaudhuri
Daydreams and Fragments: On How We Retrieve Images From the Past - Maël Renouard
Arthur Rimbaud: the Aesthetics of Intoxication - Enid Rhodes Peschel
Cities
Tragic Fable of Mumbai Mills - Gyan Prakash
Whose Bandra is it? - Dustin Silgardo*
Timur’s Registan: noblest public square in the world? - Srinath Perur
The first Starbucks coffee shop, Seattle - Colin Marshall*
Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, Mumbai’s iconic railway station - Srinath Perur
From London to Mumbai and Back Again: Gentrification and Public Policy in Comparative Perspective - Andrew Harris
The Limits of “White Town” in Colonial Calcutta - Swati Chattopadhyay
The Metropolis and Mental Life - Georg Simmel
Colonial Policy and the Culture of Immigration: Citing the Social History of Varanasi - Vinod Kumar, Shiv Narayan
A Caribbean Creole Capital: Kingston, Jamaica - Coln G. Clarke (from Colonial Cities by Robert Ross, Gerard J. Telkamp
The Colonial City and the Post-Colonial World - G. A. de Bruijne
The Nowhere City - Amos Elon*
The Vertical Flâneur: Narratorial Tradecraft in the Colonial Metropolis - Paul K. Saint-Amour
Philosophy
The trolley problem problem - James Wilson
A Brief History of Death - Nir Baram
Justice as Fairness: Political not Metaphysical - John Rawls*
Should Marxists be Interested in Exploitation? - John E. Roemer
The Discomfort You’re Feeling is Grief - Scott Berinato*
The Pandemic and the Crisis of Faith - Makarand Paranjape
If God Is Dead, Your Time is Everything - James Wood
Giving Up on God - Ronald Inglehart
The Limits of Consensual Decision - Douglas Rae*
The Science of “Muddling Through” - Charles Lindblom*
History
The Gruesome History of Eating Corpses as Medicine - Maria Dolan
The History of Loneliness - Jill Lepore*
From Tuskegee to Togo: the Problem of Freedom in the Empire of Cotton - Sven Beckert*
Time, Work-Discipline, and Industrial Capitalism - E. P. Thompson*
All By Myself - Martha Bailey*
The Geographical Pivot of History - H. J. Mackinder
The sea/ocean
Rim of Life - Manu Pillai
Exploring the Indian Ocean as a rich archive of history – above and below the water line - Isabel Hofmeyr, Charne Lavery
‘Piracy’, connectivity and seaborne power in the Middle Ages - Nikolas Jaspert (from The Sea in History)*
The Vikings and their age - Nils Blomkvist (from The Sea in History)*
Mercantile Networks, Port Cities, and “Pirate” States - Roxani Eleni Margariti
Phantom Peril in the Arctic - Robert David English, Morgan Grant Gardner*
Assorted ones on India
A departure from history: Kashmiri Pandits, 1990-2001 - Alexander Evans *
Writing Post-Orientalist Histories of the Third World - Gyan Prakash
Empire: How Colonial India Made Modern Britain - Aditya Mukherjee
Feminism and Nationalism in India, 1917-1947 - Aparna Basu
The Epic Riddle of Dating Ramayana, Mahabharata - Sunaina Kumar*
Caste and Politics: Identity Over System - Dipankar Gupta
Our worldview is Delhi based*
Sports (you’ll have to excuse the fact that it’s only cricket but what can i say, i’m indian)
‘Massa Day Done:’ Cricket as a Catalyst for West Indian Independence: 1950-1962 - John Newman*
Playing for power? rugby, Afrikaner nationalism and masculinity in South Africa, c.1900–70 - Albert Grundlingh
When Cricket Was a Symbol, Not Just a Sport - Baz Dreisinger
Cricket, caste, community, colonialism: the politics of a great game - Ramachandra Guha*
Cricket and Politics in Colonial India - Ramchandra Guha
MS Dhoni: A quiet radical who did it his way*
Music
Brega: Music and Conflict in Urban Brazil - Samuel M. Araújo
Color, Music and Conflict: A Study of Aggression in Trinidad with Reference to the Role of Traditional Music - J. D. Elder
The 1975 - ‘Notes On a Conditional Form’ review - Dan Stubbs*
Life Without Live - Rob Sheffield*
How Britney Spears Changed Pop - Rob Sheffield
Concert for Bangladesh
From “Help!” to “Helping out a Friend”: Imagining South Asia through the Beatles and the Concert for Bangladesh - Samantha Christiansen
Gender
Clothing Behaviour as Non-verbal Resistance - Diana Crane
The Normalisation of Queer Theory - David M. Halperin
Menstruation and the Holocaust - Jo-Ann Owusu*
Women’s Suffrage the Democratic Peace - Allan Dafoe
Pink and Blue: Coloring Inside the Lines of Gender - Catherine Zuckerman*
Women’s health concerns are dismissed more, studied less - Zoanne Clack
Food
How Food-Obsessed Millennials Shape the Future of Food - Rachel A. Becker (as a non-food obsessed somewhat-millennial, this was interesting)
Colonialism’s effect on how and what we eat - Coral Lee
Tracing Europe’s influence on India’s culinary heritage - Ruth Dsouza Prabhu
Chicken Kiev: the world’s most contested ready-meal*
From Russia with mayo: the story of a Soviet super-salad*
The Politics of Pancakes - Taylor Aucoin*
How Doughnuts Fuelled the American Dream*
Pav from the Nau
A Short History of the Vada Pav - Saira Menezes
Fantasy (mostly just harry potter and lord of the rings)
Purebloods and Mudbloods: Race, Species, and Power (from The Politics of Harry Potter)
Azkaban: Discipline, Punishment, and Human Rights (from The Politics of Harry Potter)*
Good and Evil in J. R. R. Tolkien’s Lengendarium - Jyrki Korpua
The Fairy Story: J. R. R. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis - Colin Duriez (from Tree of Tales)*
Tolkien’s Augustinian Understanding of Good and Evil: Why The Lord of the Rings Is Not Manichean - Ralph Wood (from Tree of Tales)*
Travel
The Hidden Cost of Wildlife Tourism
Chronicles of a Writer’s 1950s Road Trip Across France - Kathleen Phelan
On the Early Women Pioneers of Trail Hiking - Gwenyth Loose
On the Mythologies of the Himalaya Mountains - Ed Douglas*
More random assorted ones
The cosmos from the wheelchair (The Economist obituaries)*
In El Salvador - Joan Didion
Scientists are unravelling the mystery of pain - Yudhijit Banerjee
Notes on Nationalism - George Orwell
Politics and the English Language - George Orwell*
What Do the Humanities Do in a Crisis? - Agnes Callard*
The Politics of Joker - Kyle Smith
Sushant Singh Rajput: The outsider - Uday Bhatia*
Credibility and Mystery - John Berger
happy reading :)
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See, people yearn for other people, their hands, kisses, their love, the moon, plants, and so many other things. But you know what I yearn for? Words. Words are just so beautiful. Words make up the world and everytime I see people using them in such beautiful ways, I fall.
#classic academia#studyblr#academia aesthetic#poem#love quotes#grimshaw#dantegabrielrossetti#rossetti#englishart#arthistory
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I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies.
Eric Shaw
#grimshaw#dantegabrielrossetti#rossetti#arthistory#englishart#quotes#literature#books & libraries#academism#motivation
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All I want is not to poison life anymore with tragedy. My tears are exhausted, my capacity for suffering is exhausted.
Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937
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basic smutty Enemies with benefits draco&reader no catching feelings rule but the reader catch feelings and draco isnt so they cut off their things and when they started seeing other people draco was so jealous and yeah.. jealous ✨ angry ✨ seggs ✨ and ended up being together lol bye 😩😭😂
Friends with Benefits- D.M. SMUT
Warnings: dirtyyyy smut friends with benefits ordeal, language, and dirty themes ;)
Requested: yessss
A/N: this is probably my longest fic yet !
“Have you ever been in love Y/N?” I snorted at the question that spilled from my friends mouth. Shifting my weight as I sat on the table while looking above me. I knew the answer to the question and yet I said nothing.
My eyes wondered over to Draco, who’s hands were buried deep in brown hair as his lips were attached to her throat. I could feel my breath hitch as I watched him. I always wondered how it would feel to kiss him. I bit my lip as I continued watching. His eyes opened before looking at me.
I felt my body freeze as he kept eye contact—drawing a long strip up her neck as he licked his way up. I turned my head away as I remembered that we weren’t friends, not even acquaintances. We were enemies and that was enough for me. I wondered if Draco had ever been in love or was all his relationships as sexual as possible.
The thoughts were snatched from my mind as a shot of fire whisky was shoved into my face. I hated the feeling of how it burned but did I want to look like a pussyfoot in front of everyone? Hell no. I took the shot of the random hands that were in face. Drowning the shot in one go.
I blinked the tears that started to form from how rough the shit was. It burned so bad, and I tried to keep a straight face. But I failed in the process. The loud lights started to push splinters through my head.
I pushed my body off of the table as I weaved through the crowd. The splitting headache getting worse with each step. This was never my atmosphere and yet I was dragged to every party. I nearly reached the end of the never ending people when I was grabbed off course.
My back hit the cold corridor walk and my head went along. I groaned as my headache made me see white spots. I looked up to see white hair block my vision. The dryness from the shot I previously took made it incredibly hard to talk.
His warm breath flooded my ears and my stomach did a somersault. “For someone who’s nearly top of the class, you sure are dumb.” He hummed and I felt the vibrations from how close he was. I was confused by what he was saying and apparently my face showed it.
“A group of guys were following you out, they would have ruined you if I hadn’t stepped in. You’re welcome.” His warm voice flooded the loud sounds and I felt my body grow warm again. “Thank you…” He looked at me before grabbing my arm and walking off—dragging me along.
He was quiet the entire time as we twisted through the corridors. The coldness of the night was seeping through my body as he dragged me. When we reached his room was when he actually looked at me. His hair was messed up and light pink smudges lined his neck.
No doubt from the girl he was just with. “Why did you drag me here? We’re not exactly friends.” He bore his eyes into mine before he gripped my face. “You don’t understand how bad I want you, always wearing shorts skirts and tights socks…”
My body froze when he smashed his lips onto mine. My body springing into action as I threaded my fingers through his soft hair. His lips started to travel down my throat. Light moans started to come from me as I rubbed my thighs.
His hand gripped my hair as he made me look at him. I couldn’t move but wanted to from his intense gaze. “Let’s make a deal love—we fuck but the first to get feelings loses.” I pulled myself away from him before I used my arms to cover myself.
“Why would I even agree to that?” He hummed as his hands started to caress my cheek softly. His eyes just watching me—my every move. As if he was trying to memorize this moment. “You clearly look like you need to be fucked, practically begging for it.”
He was crazy! We hated each other and yet he wanted us to fuck? I looked at him before smiling a bit. I had always wanted to see what it was like with him. Maybe once would be enough right?
“Fine I’ll agree but only because I’m going to win.” He smiled before smashing his lips back onto mine. One of his hands found their place in my hair while the other pulled my waist close to him. I gasped when I felt his hard erection touch my stomach, and he took the chance to stick his tongue in my mouth.
We fought for dominance but he grew annoyed that I wouldn’t let him win so he pulled back and grabbed me. Walking over to his bed and throwing me onto the silky sheets. I look towards him as he pulled his shoes off, even taking off his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons.
He gripped my ankle before pulling me to the edge of the bed. Taking great care to take of my shoes before me started to kiss my ankle. Making haste as he went up my leg, stopping at my thighs before he bit it hard.
I gasped from the pain but pleasure started to fill my body. I grew tired from holding myself up and fell on my back. Draco’s eyes caught mine before he pulled my body against his. Still holding my thighs as I could feel his erection touch my wet core.
Taking one is his hands to graze my body as he went to clasp it around my throat. He slowly started to rock his hips and I couldn’t help but moan. He knew that I could feel him as he watched me close my eyes from the grinding.
I grew wetter with every movement he made and tried to grind back for friction. Draco moved his body from me but keeping his iron grip on my throat. His fingers started to lightly dance up my leg. He rubbed one finger through my clothed core and I felt my body jerk.
He hummed in response as he made small circles on my bud. I nearly cried out as he watched me squirm. Letting go of my throat as he helped me out of my panties and I felt the cool air hit me. Draco pushed my legs apart as his fingers took position on my core. I growled when he entered a finger.
“So wet for me already.” I bucked my hips as he started to make a comfortable pace with thrusting his fingers. I nearly wilted away when he added another finger. His long fingers were stretching me out—getting me ready for dick. Even I knew that but god damn the feeling was amazing.
I threw my head back as Draco curled his fingers inside me. Breathy moans were heard as Draco took his thumb to rub my bud. I moaned out louder as I felt myself getting closer. My legs started to shake as I arched my back. One last thrust and I came all over his fingers.
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“Are you and Draco a thing now?” I looked up from my book as one of Draco’s friends slid into the chair next to me. “What makes you say that?” They laughed out loud as they turned to face me. “We all know that you guys been fucking around for months!” I huffed as I listened to them ramble on and on.
“Draco doesn’t do dating so the answer is no.” The guy next to me turned to face us and joined the conversation. He told us that Draco has been lovey dovey with Astoria. I nearly wanted to snap at the guy but the door tore open and Draco came in.
On his arm was girl as she was giggling loudly as she flipped her hair. He smiled as he ushered her to a wall. I watched the scene and nearly wanted to scream out in anger. Draco caressed her cheek before saying he loved her. I felt my body freeze at what he said.
I stood up and marched out—slamming the door behind me. I felt hurt and I didn’t know why. Draco and I were fuck buddies but he seemed to ditch me for a girl. I punched one of the walls and felt my whole hand bleed with pain. Tears were starting to fall as I laid my head on the wall.
I felt a wind of emotions run over me as I cried into the wall. I started to miss Draco, and everything we did. The sex was good but that’s not what made me feel this way. I missed the way we would lay beside each other and rub each other arms. The way we would just glance at each other throughout the day.
The way he would whisper jokes in my ear as we hated the lesson before us. The way he walked me class to class. The way he would comfort me whenever I grew upset. I missed all the things we did.
I miss-holy shit. I was in love with Draco. I grasped the bricks on the wall as the silent tears fell down my face. I heard giggling and my head snapped towards the sound. I looked to see Draco walking down the hall with that girl.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw me, our eyes connected. Astoria looked confused as she watched us. She started to pull on Draco’s sleeve but he was too busy watching me. I stood up shaking as I tried to walk away. Draco gripped my arm as he looked into my eyes. Holding my face in his hands.
“Who made you cry?” I could see his face grow angry as he waited for me to answer. I just tried to pull away but his grip was rock hard on me. “Nothing I’m fine Draco-“ He growled as he wiped the tears with his thumb. I leaned into his touch as I closed my eyes. The pain I felt before was gone.
All from a single touch. I missed how his face was when I whispered to him. “I love you.” He pulled back and the coldness made me open my eyes. He looked at me with a look that I couldn’t even read but he spoke to help me understand.
“That wasn’t part of the deal—we have to stop this.” I wanted to reach out for him but I just looked at him one last. Turning around, walking away from the person I loved the most.
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I never understood how I always got dragged to parties. The loud music made me feel out of place. Yet I took every drink that was shoved in my face. I could feel myself get fluffy or fuzzy from the drinks that were in my stomach. I hummed to the music as I felt someone grip my waist.
The smell of cinnamon flooded my nose as I could taste the fire whiskey that seeped off of him. I opened my eyes as I turned to face the guy. I knew him—he was in one of my classes. I didn’t know his name but what I did know was that he is a good quidditch player. His black hair covered his green eyes as I looked at them.
They were beautiful—his eyes—that I could look away. His smile made me feel warm as he hugged me tighter. His mouth near my ear as he whispered to me. “I heard that you and Draco aren’t fuck buddies anymore.” I wanted to push myself away but he didn’t stop talking.
“I grew excited when I heard I had a chance with you. I always see you on the field and just want to take you in the locker room.” I felt my body grow warm as I listened to his words. I hated to admit but he had a way with words. Or maybe the alcohol I had was starting to take affect.
I was buzzed but still able to make sense of the world. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands landed on my waist. We swayed back and forth before I changed positions. My back was touching his firm chest as I swayed my hips against him. His hands left my waist before they grazed my boobs. One hand making themselves comfortable on my throat as his pushed my head back so I could see him.
He turned my neck to the side as his lips started to nip at my throat. I moaned at the feeling but opened my eyes to see Draco watching me. His watched as I gasped when he guy behind me nipped at my earlobe.
My half lidded eyes peered at Draco; who was now gripping drink hard. The cup was nearly ready to snap from how hard he was gripping it. I shut my eyes to stop looking at him as the guy started to grip one of my boobs in his hands.
I felt my entire body jerk as I was pulled away. I opened my eyes as I looked at Draco who now hand me in his arms. The guy looked at Draco as he raised his eyebrow at what just happened. “Don’t fucking touch her like that.” Draco growled as his grip on me was getting tighter. The guy laughed as he looked down at me before going back to Draco.
“Last time I heard, she isn’t yours anymore so hand her over.” Draco let go of me as he took his fist and hit the guy in front is us. I cried out to have Draco stop but he wouldn’t listen to me. I finally pulled Draco off but the damage was already done. The guy pulled himself back up as blood fell from his nose.
He just laughed before looking at me. “Next time don’t push away something you love or people will snatch her.” He winked at me before walking into the crowd of people who were watching the scene. Draco kept his eye on the crowd till the guy disappeared and then looked at me. “Fuck this!”
Throwing me over his shoulder as we left the party. I looked up a bit to see Astoria watching us as we left. I was confused about why Draco was suddenly acting like he cared. He wanted to be with that girl and yet he was dragging me back to his room.
He threw me on the bed roughly as I looked up at him. He tore off his shoes and tie before grabbing me by the ankles. Roughly pulling me to snatch my shoes off. He already went ahead and ripped my panties off. I squirmed when he got on top of me. Attaching his lips onto my throat as he left marks behind. Ripping my shirt off as the buttons popped off.
He left marks all over my boobs, letting everyone know that I was his. I bucked my hips as I felt myself get wetter from his just leaving marks. He growled against my skin before looking at me with his dilated eyes. “Why did you let him touch you like that? Made me fucking watch!”
He bit my thigh after that, making my back arch. I moaned louder as he made way up my legs. Lifting my skirt up for more access to me. Bucking my hips up but Draco gripped my thighs tightly. “Now you cum when I say so since you want to act like a whore.”
I threw my head back when his tongue ran through my folds. “F-Fuck yes!” I screamed out as his tongue was licking me. He hummed and I felt the vibrations shake my body. His fingers were testing the waters before he entered a finger. I felt the tight coil start to form in my stomach as I gripped Draco’s hair. I wanted to cum so bad but tried to hold myself back.
But my own body was betraying me as I felt myself getting closer. When he added two more fingers, I screamed out as he continued to lick. “P-Please let me cum! Please!” Draco pushed my legs further apart as his head was comfortable between me. He nipped at my bud and my body started to shake.
I kept begging Draco to let me cum but he never answered me. When I finally came, my body was still shaking from the aftermath. Draco leaned over me to looked into my lidded eyes that could barely stay open. “I never said you could cum Y/N.”
He flipped me over to lay on my stomach as he gripped my hips. Pushing my ass into the air as his lips nibbled on my earlobe gently. I could feel his hard dick press against my ass as I tried to grind against him. He slapped my ass before growling in my ear. “Such a fucking whore for this dick hmm.”
I groaned as he pressed his erection more against me. Lifting up my skirt to see my wetness drip down my legs. I felt the bed shift as Draco started to take off his belt before throwing it on the floor. I felt my body shake in excitement for what was to come next.
I felt his tip poke my core as I tried to move my hips to get any kind of friction. He pulled back before snapping at me. “Now if you want to cum, I suggest you stop fucking moving.” I could feel the seriousness off of him and tried staying still. Draco lines himself up as I felt him push his tip in.
I moaned loudly into the sheets as I gripped my thighs. Spreading myself for Draco as he continued to push himself in. His groaned filled my ears as I could feel myself tighten around him. When he was ball deep inside me, I could feel his large dick in my stomach as he started to make a comfortable thrust. I felt tears come from my eyes as he started to thrust harder into me.
“F-Fuck!” I screamed as Draco leaned over to rub my nipples with his fingers. The entire time thrusting so hard I could feel his dick in the middle of my stomach. Draco licked up my spine before biting my collarbone and my hands gripped his sheets tightly. My hands turned white from hard I was gripping as he pounded into me.
He sat back up and pushed my face into the bed as he thrusted even harder. “Letting him fucking touch you.” I moaned as he continued to thrust angry at me. “Letting his mouth lick your throat!” I cried out as he pushed my head back more. “Letting him grind against you!”
I felt my stomach start to coil as he pounded into me with no mercy. “And you fucking made me watch!” He growled as his head fell on my back. Draco cussed as he felt us both getting closer to cumming. “Fuck…ing….slut.” He growled as he bit down on my shoulder blade. I felt stars start to grow in my vision as I begged Draco to let me cum.
“Cum for me princess, fuck!” He threw his head back and thrust one last time. My body started to shake as I came hard on him. He continued to thrust into me and my body jerked with every thrust he made. My body over sensitive from my orgasms back to back. He snapped his harder and my ass jiggled from how hard he was hitting me.
I felt another orgasm start to form as he continued to thrust into me. “So fucking close… just a bit more.” I felt my body start to shake again as he pounded into me. With a couple more thrusts we both came at the same time. My body still shaking on him as I came down from my third orgasm.
I was trying to catch my breath as Draco waited for me. He looked at me as I had my eyes closed. My body would still shake here and there as I came from my high. I opened my eyes to see Draco staring at me. We looked at each other before he whispered to me.
“I always loved you Y/N.”
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Sometimes I think about the question that got me into this mess with Draco. “Have you ever been in love Y/N?” Back thing I snorted at the question as I stared at the candles that floated above us. But now, I smile when I think I have Draco.
So yea to answer your question dumbass—I’ve been in love. With a stupid boy named Draco Malfoy.
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Talking about love is not the same as being in love ... The feeling always prevails over the words, no matter how beautiful they are. And a heartbeat in love will always overshadow the best poem.
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I have decided not to respond to text messages. Handwritten letters from now on only.
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with every laugh I could feel them in heart and with every tear I could feel their pain
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oh to whisper "I love you" in someone's ear when they hug me and feel as if the time has stopped for us, to enjoy every second of our heartbeats and capture a piece of them in ourselves.
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dearest fellow dark academics,
since our aesthetic is so whitewashed it’s disgusting, i think we should all take this free yale course. it’s truly inspirational and i’m learning a lot of things i wasn’t aware of. and don’t come at me with your white people shit, this is what dark academia - or academia in general - is meant to be: educating oneself about all culture, learning from others, loving all knowledge and philosophies. so do the world a favour and stop this elitism crap.
yours truly,
a black academic
https://oyc.yale.edu/african-american-studies/afam-162
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In light of the CW Powerpuff girls script getting, Im sharing this 100% I shit you not unedited clip of CW’s Legends of Tomorrow
And if you doubt its real
https://arrow.fandom.com/wiki/Barack_Obama
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Brazilian Literature: A Masterpost
Hello. Name’s Tiberius and as a languages and literature major from Brazil, it has always annoyed me how little Brazilian literature people from outside Portuguese Speaking Countries know. So, instead of eternally complaining, I decided to compile all the authors and books that I know of that have been translated + a bonus section with books published in independent agencies (in that case, the books have yet to be translated and they will be categorized by publishing company and a small description about the company, author and all). All LGBT+, Black and Female authors will be in italics, for reference.
At the bottom, you will find resources to help BLM, LGBT+ and womxn related causes in the country.
Keep reading
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