#something guttural

[greatcometcas]

ANNIE & FINNICK in MOCKINGJAY PT. 2 ↳ released November 20, 2015 ‧ dir. Francis Lawrence

[pangur-and-grim]

one bad thing about having a quiet housemate is that when I’m alone, I tend to make a lot of creature noises 😬 I dunno man, just love screeching like a creature when the urge arrises. but getting out a few good “CRAHHGGGHHHH”s out only to walk into my kitchen and be face-to-face with the lady who lives in the basement is like, yikes, feels shameful!

[edenvinity]

YOU AR EFUCKI MY KIDDING ME. GOD LET SOMETHING GOOD HAPPEN TO LOGAN FOR ONCE

[captainshyguy]

[running in circles] i appear to be experiecing blorbo illness type 2

[riverin-stories]

if temenos’ job is to doubt, and i doubted him, do 2 negatives cancel out?

[telomirage]

sometimes a creature will call from outside and I'll go very still because I have no idea wtf it is and its identity is none of my business

[mail-me-a-snail]

was tagged by @a-gay-little-cat to list 5 songs ive been listening to lately!! all songs taken from my on repeat playlist :P

1. Andy, You're a Star - The Killers

2. Cough Syrup - Young the Giant

3. Ho Hey - The Lumineers

4. Straight Ahead - Dom Fera

5. Through A Glass (Quartet Version) - Henry Jamison

not sure who to tag so ‼️

[pympartic]

:[ OOC ;; PYMTRON //; One of these days I'll do a whole post about how the Pymtron plot could have been good, because it really could have been. Ultron has always had the additional horror element to him that hes essentially hanks abusive stalker cutting out everything and everyone from his life wherever possible, trying to isolate him all while spewing his ideas that Only I Understand You Only I Know How You Truly Think I Have Your Mind. Think about it, the idea of ultron taking Hanks Face, His Likeness, Keeping him Hostage in his own body, making it so no matter what happens anyone who says the name Hank Pym will only see ultron, anyone who googles him will only see the amalgamation, anyone who looks at him will only see ultron, and the scary part is if you look at it with that concept instead of what we got ; Ultron WON. The Heroes Gave Up on saving Hank. They Gave Up on the idea of ever freeing Hank. Ultron stole hanks face, his life, and made everything about him end up being About Him. Pymtron is Ultron's one true victory and its the one where he succeeded in taking Everything from Hank while he made him Watch. ]

[adonis-koo]

Time heals everything so just let it do it’s work. If u can’t stomach the thought of love, then don’t force it. It will come when it’s ready.

Ik it’s sucks to think that maybe he wasn’t as into you as he said, but at least you were honest and loved them to the fullest extent which is really admirable.

And plz give him a side glare upon my behalf whenever u see him at work

my intention has been settled the entire day as ‘it’s okay to grieve what wasn’t meant for me’

i ended up talking to him outside at work yesterday and we talked about how we both felt, how it went down, it was…a very bittersweet feeling, but I understood where he was coming from and why he made his decision, I gave him my few thoughts in relation and spared him all the feelings I’m reconciling now.

we left things on good terms, because even if it wasn’t love, we still cared for one another deeply, and that still meant something.

does it still hurt? it does, but will I be okay eventually? I will, I do firmly believe it. another mantra I’ve been repeating is ‘I will never miss out on what is meant for me’

also I unfortunately don’t have the heart to sideglare him and it’s also no longer possible because yesterday was my last day 🎉 I’m off to get another job working with kids and I’ll be getting my licensing for it.

I’m very excited because this something I’ve been wanting to do for a long while and just didn’t realize there was a niche to get in to start. will it work out? hell if I know, I thought this would work out and it turned into a total dumpster fire 💀

but regardless I’m embracing the journey for what it is. anyways I’m gonna stop using this blog as my journal now, because I’ve accidentally projected on here for two months straight and if you scroll far enough you can watch this train wreck go down in 4K and I’d that isn’t embarrassing then idk what is💀

[respondedinkind]

@paramounticebound gets a random starter from me because reasons!

Something must have gone wrong somewhere along the lines.

Ka'anh had managed to reach the hangar - managed to fight his way through dozens of his own kind, sent after him to catch the fugitive and make him suffer for the consequences of not being enough - and even reached one of the many shuttles; How his body still carried his weight at that point he didn't dare to question.

Perhaps he'd just been blessed with an impossible large amount of luck, allowing him to close the doors and start the shuttle before the military was able to catch up with him - he doesn't believe in luck, and yet there's no other reason that explains how he even got out, away into the universe, the darkness of space.

But where luck brought him away from his planet, misfortune decided to intervene, it seemed. The last thing he remembers are the blinking lights of his vessel, alarms blaring from left and right, his shuttle getting shaken and pulled on by forces he'd never experienced before.

A bright light, and then...

A grunt escapes him, followed by a moan that comes from somewhere deep within his core; Pain shoots through him like a bullet, from head to toe and back up, and he squeezes his eyes shut as the taste of sand infiltrates his mouth.

Ka'anh's here, all of a sudden. Somewhere else, somewhere he hasn't been before, stumbling away from his crashed shuttle into the nothingness of what seems to be a vast desert ahead. The wind is merciless, but at least it's breathable; His body burns from the scorching heat, his heart racing due to blood loss and the injuries he's sustained both from his previous escape and the crash on this foreign planet.

A mixture of sweat and blood drips along the curve of his forehead, into his eyes - he blinks it away, spits crimson into the orange sand and continues to move forward... one step at a time. One, one, one, one...

He's alone, he guesses, lost somewhere where there's only the horizon visible at the edge of the world. But then he spots something else... something that looks equally as destroyed as his own vessel, most likely crashed in a similar fashion he has hours ago.

There's a body lying in the sand, on its stomach, close to the mountain of ripped steel. Ka'anh is armed, thank god he thinks, and pulls his bio-coded gun as he steps closer. One step at a time...

The image in front of his eyes turns triple from the pain and he grunts, but keeps standing. His nostrils burn, his body close to giving up, but he has to... he has to---

The gun is pointed at the foreign body, the head that's turned away from him. Raven hair is all he sees, no features, nothing that can tell him whether the other individual is even alive. How did this person end up here, he wonders - and why did their ship went down so close to my own...?

"---Tra!" (Hey), Ka'anh shouts after a while - the harsh wind swallows his voice, so he clears his throat, coughs and spits before repeating himself: "Tra, eiqe!" (Hey! You!)

He wonders if the other is alive - whoever that person is. Appears to be male, that's all he can tell, judged by the shape of the body, but... there's not much else he can work with - not unless he steps closer. He won't, not yet.

[stromer]

just as an fyi… if canucks truly cannot lock down ethan bear and get outpriced in the bear sweepstakes im never watching the game of hockey ever again and this blog will be deleted

[lixiesbabyhands]

also omg. you must watch lotr just so i can screech to you about how disgustingly attracted i am to aragorn he makes my brain go ajksndajsndsjalns even though he's a MAN

I HAVE WATCHED IT AND I 100000000 PERCENT AGREE I WOULD DIE FOR HIM

[monsterpageant]

When I moved away from my inhospitable hometown (where I existed in near total isolation) to a queerer and more accepting community, I developed a weird people pleasing behavior where I’m constantly trying to not rock the boat too much. However that hasn’t gotten me anywhere good so I’m ecstatic to announce I will be transitioning back to being a total bitch 🖤

[nihiltism]

ok Actually important question for u all. you are given three wishes. what do you do with them. you can't ask for more wishes and please assume the free wish ticket was found among a pile of riches because a million bucks is a boring answer

[genderfluid-druid]

dissociating at the gym is a great way to cope when you have a lot of nervous energy and/or emotions to process, but watch out bc sometimes the processing you need to do is cry

[khioneee]

simon knew it was over the moment he realized just how freaky you are.

simon knew he was massive—he always had.

it was a quiet fear that followed him, the thought that if he lost control for even a moment, he might hurt you. his touch was always careful, deliberate.

his hands were wrapped around your neck, not tight, but gentle—just enough to feel the pulse beneath your skin. his thumbs rested softly against your throat, his grip light, careful not to leave a mark. but when you started frantically grinding your hips against his, rolling your body in desperate need, everything shifted.

a low, guttural noise rumbled from his throat as his body responded on instinct. without meaning to, his hands tightened, gripping your neck for leverage as you moved against him. he froze for a second, startled by his own strength. but then—

it happened.

you clenched tighter around him, your head falling back as a broken moan escaped your lips. you were crying out, completely undone, lost in the moment. your hips bucked harder, desperate for more, and it hit him like a bolt of lightning:

you liked it rough.

you, his innocent, angelic girl — the one with soft smiles and bright eyes, the one who blushed at the smallest touch — had been hiding it all along.

he stared at you, stunned, as you begged with your body, your innocent exterior cracking to reveal the wicked, burning desire beneath. his angel wasn't just soft and sweet

—you were freaky.

a low growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned in, the ghost of a grin tugging at his lips. “you've been holding out on me, haven't you, lovie?” he murmured, his voice dark with amusement and something far more dangerous.