the tongue is back

i will talk about the bellamy scene from 4x04 in more depth soon, so i won’t go into deep character-analysis mode now, but can i say how wild it is when you look at it from the eyes of other characters? I wanna talk about echo here.

there is this jarring shift from the already existent hopelessness that bellamy feels prior to the revelation, which we witness through kane, to the utter despair he is faced with once he hears about octavia’s ‘death’. and what caught my attention, aside from the emotional transition and his breaking point, is that bellamy and echo seem to interact with each other on a very personal level, too.

when the broken sword clatters to the ground we get these two shots:

the very interesting thing about these close-ups is that bellamy looks at echo, not at roan and then says “no”, while shaking his hand - and echo looks right back at him. obviously, his tongue is too heavy with the weight of what is unfolding in front of him, which his why his reactions establish this crazy build up, since he can’t grasp the reality of that situation. but then we see one word come unstuck anyway, because “no”. and here is how i read the moment.

eyes already underscored by a devastation we have never seen before, the “no” - almost faint in its sound - sounds like a plea to me. a plea in which he needs echo to deny that this has happened. that this is something that took place. but there is no answer. echo’s devastation is clear and she can’t change what happened (even if it was an accident). so, when roan says “I am sorry”, bellamy feels the need to turn around and away from them and that reality - a very immediate move - because it hits, fast and hard. even if echo doesn’t say anything, roan’s words have an effect on him that ring as true as echo’s silence.

and when echo does answer and says

(i think the “good” is meant to comfort him) he breaks.

and here is what i find interesting about echo. she stays.

echo stays and watches him. she doesn’t immediately turn around when roan gives an order, she doesn’t cover her ears to shield herself away from bellamy’s screams, she doesn’t blink, she doesn’t move at all. instead, she watches him head on. watches him wail out in grief and repeat “no” over and over again with that rather devastated exression on her face, reflecting shock and sadness.

this is a very disturbing experience, because that’s how echo witnesses war on an entirely different level. this is why bellamy’s words, before he hears about octavia’s ‘death’, “echo” in this scene: “We’ll always end up here… in the brink of war”, because he is not on the brink of it anymore, but tipping over the edge and falling right into the madness - not with weapons, but emotions - and echo sees all that and can’t do anything, but watch. with his teeth blunted and eyes dimmed, and a primal scream that reveals his insides. this is what war looks like when someone who wears his heart on his sleeves can only scream.

its just pain. and she feels every bit of it.

bob definitely delivers here. he literally transforms and unleashes the full extent of bellamy’s grief in spades, and it hits you from all angles, through all characters in different ways, through every corner of the setting. it’s soul-shattering and an unforgettable traumatic experience - for many, but mainly bellamy. 

iamdragoonthegreat  asked:

You can hear once you meet your soulmate (the first thing you hear is their voice) for Hannigram?

I had to do a lot of brain twisting to figure out how society would work with this kind of soulmate connection. I hope it makes sense!

The Sound of Your Voice

They only teach you how to say one word in school.

It’s the first thing you learn after basic signing, they show you how to shape your mouth around it and push the air out to make a noise you can’t hear.

Will practices every night, under his blanket with a mirror and a flashlight. He opens his mouth, breathes out, presses the tip of his tongue to the back of his teeth and releases.

It looks right, he thinks. And he wants so badly for it to be right.

When he shows his teacher, her eyes sparkle and she pats his head. (This is why it’s mandatory for all teachers to have a registered soulmate).

Very good, Will, she signs. Once more?

Will takes a deep breath.


Mrs. Verger-Bloom smiles.

Once he’s mastered it, Will says hello to everyone he meets. He really hopes he finds his soulmate early. He doesn’t want to be deaf his whole life like his father. Not that he minds being deaf - having never heard anything, he can’t miss what he doesn’t have - but it’s the knowledge that his father never found that missing part of himself that pokes a little ache in Will’s heart.

His Dad deserves so much more.

So he says hello to everyone for the both of them, tugging on his father’s hand every time.

You don’t have to son, his father signs, it’s a little late for me.  

It’s never too late for love! Will replies with a gap-toothed smile.

His father says a prayer that his son never loses that sweet hopeful innocence, but he’s pretty sure no-one’s listening.

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anonymous asked:

How do you pronounce ы in words? I think I can pronounce it as an isolated sound (not sure tho) and pronounce it in мы and вы but nothing else. Also I read many varying descriptions of it so should you pronounce it in the same place as 'oo' in loop or should you pronounce it more backwards/more central and higher/close to the roof of your mouth?

Two tips that helped me were 

1. Hold a pencil in between your teeth and say it. 

2. Sing it as in this video.

Option 2 works well to find where it is pronounced & option 1 is great for practice. To pronounce it, “The lips are spread wide. The tongue is taken backwards. The tip of the tongue is slightly raised and does not touch the lower teeth. The back of the tongue is raised high.”

To pronounce it in between words, you should work with several examples. It helps to have different letter combinations because you are learning how to use a muscle in your mouth and you need to use as many possible combinations as possible. Try saying the words below as in the video above. Again, this requires a lot of practice & you should do as many words with ы in order to be comfortable with it.

Short words

At the beginning of a word

At the middle/end of a word

For longer words, it helps to start at the end & work your way to the beginning. Ex. ые → ные  → бные  → ыбные → рыбные

anonymous asked:

Prompt: quickie

Don’t say I didn’t warn you about the amount of smutty requests I’m getting.

“Alright sweetheart, we got five minutes but ya gotta make this quick,” Daryl drawled as sucked down on her neck, slamming the pantry door shut with his foot.

Carol rolled her eyes in the back of her head for effect, faking being turned on by his words, “god I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

He bit down on her neck for her use of sass, “shut the fuck up.” 

It came out muffled against her skin, his voice sending vibrations through her body.

“Yes boss,” she chuckled back, her nimble fingers working on his shirt buttons. 

“We’re so gonna get caught,” he murmured as he took the shell of her ear in his mouth, caressing it seductively with his tongue.

“Shut the fuck up,” Carol threw his own words back at him through a moan, pulling back briefly to rip her top off, coming back to push his shirt off his shoulders.

“No bra?” he asked a accusing brow raised, “I think ya planned this.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she mumbled as his mouth closed around a nipple, moulding his hands at her soft flesh, squeezing and stroking until he elicited the moan from her he wanted.

His hands went down to her waistband, slipping his tongue in her mouth as he pushed the loose trousers down.

He stopped suddenly at the feel of interrupted smooth skin.

Pulling back he gazed at her naked body, confirming his suspicions that she also had no panties on.

“Oh ya so fuckin’ planned this,” he growled, wasting no time in cupping her heat with his hand a overly loud yelp escaping her.

“I might have,” she purred, grinding into his palm as her own hand slipped under the waist band of his trousers, finding his situation to be quite similar.

“Think you’ve contradicted yourself here Dixon,” she groaned, losing herself quickly to his hand that was playing her like a fine tuned instrument. 

He brought her face back to his own, pulling down on her lip with his sharp teeth as he slipped two fingers into her. 

“Hm that maybe but unlike you, I ran out of boxers, what’s your excuse? You’ve been absolutely filthy lately,” he growled as he added yet another finger in her.

“Ah- fuck- Daryl-” she yelled out.

“Sh sh shh,” he moaned against her lips in an attempt to hush her loud moans.

He curled his fingers further inside her, stroking her walls with tantalisingly slow movements.

“The fuck-” she choked out, trying (and failing) to be quiet, “thought you said we had to be quick.”

“Just lettin’ the tension build darlin’, wanna make ya work for it,” he replied huskily as Carol continue to squeeze his dick, coming down in long swift pulls.

“Don’t toy with me Daryl,” she begged, taking in a sharp breath as his palm pressed against her clit.

“Alright alright,” he said, knowing if she carried on the way she was harshly tugging on his cock it may be over even quicker than it should be.

He boldly grasped her hips, turning her around pushing down on her back till she was laying across a unstable looking, mostly empty, shelf. 

“Spread ya legs for me,” he drawled, using his hand to pry open her thighs. 

“Fuck you’re romantic,” she laughed curtly.

“Mhmm,” is all he replied as he took his dick, letting it trail down her ass before it came down to tease her folds all the way up to her clit.

She hissed in response, thrusting her hips back and forth to build more friction between them.

He watched her work herself against his cock for a minute, smiling at how quickly she was coming apart.

He leant forward to wrap an arm around her waist, making her stand up enough so he could press a kiss just below her ear as he pressed into her entrance. She took him easily inch by inch until his pelvis was flush with her ass.

He stood her up further until her back was pressed against his chest, driving his erection deeper in her with the new angle.

“Jesus- fuckkk,” she whined grinding back against him. 

He thrust steadily into her, reaching a hand around to play with her clit rotating it in time with her grinding, speeding it up as she did.

“Oh god,” she was insanely loud now, clasping a hand over her own mouth to stop the sound, the other hand curling around the back of his neck, clutching at the dampness there. 

He grunted as he picked up his pace, driving himself up until he brushed her cervix, the warmth surrounding him making him fall apart quicker by the second.

“Come on baby,” he growled into her ear, pressing down her on her clit harder and faster making her throw her head back against his shoulder.

She was a steady stream of quick moans now, getting faster (and louder) as she reached her peak.

He could feel the insides of her clench him almost painfully as she finally gave in to her release. Her orgasm ripped through with such force that she threw herself back forward, slamming her ass against his pelvis as she rode out her high, groaning so loud anyone home would definitely have heard her. 

The change in angles again made Daryl spill his load before he even realised it was going to happen.

“Fuck!” he yelled, well now they’d know who she was having sex with.

He bucked weakly into her until he was spent, draping himself across her back as all the tension in his body left him.

Reluctantly he pulled out of her, making her whine at the loss causing him to chuckle as he picked their clothes off the ground.

As they finished changing, Carol pulled him toward her, a loving look in her eye as she pulled him down for a deep kiss, a kiss that caused his dick to stir again. 

“Jesus woman,” he muttered, Carol smirking at him knowing exactly what she’d done, “I’m gonna be needin’ a round two of that real soon.”

“Maybe when people aren’t home would be nice.”

Daryl’s stomach dropped at Rick’s voice talking to them in passing as his footsteps went towards the kitchen. Well fuck, that was him living in the pantry for the rest of his miserable days. 


Originally posted by abgestverzt

Member(s): Jackson
Genre: At this point, it ain’t even a genre. (But it can be smutty… [although not really])
Word Count: 1951
Summary: You excitedly waited for all of the GOT7 members to come home, as you have a whole night planned for you and Jackson. A night full of fun and games. Truth. Or. Dare.

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dmlynx  asked:

🔫 - Discuss a murder or a crime your muse has committed.

There’d been three. One she assisted, the other no one blames her for.

Anton, however, haunts her vividly.

She’d been told she was going to torture a man. Before the snow of Coerthas could crunch beneath her boots guilt already clung heavy to the back of Lafeyette’s tongue. No is a word that people take for granted. No sits well on the tongues of better people, who are neither cowards nor hounds.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.