#cannot roll rrrrr

[thisisonlychemistry]

I started learning Spanish a couple of weeks ago and it's been really fun and interesting so far (especially realising just how many Spanish words I've picked up over the years by watching TV and other everyday experiences).

The only downside is that I cannot for the life of me roll my rrrrr's to get that really authentic pronunciation for some words.

[godbloodednope]

@daxambcrn HAS REQUESTED THE HIGH FEVER GOD MESS.

Her focus ebbs and flows like the tide. It contracts, expands, gets smaller and bigger the more she thinks or tries to focus. She feels gloved hands, the trickle of sweat, the way her entire body feels as though it’s just liquidated organs sloshing around inside a sack of meat. An overdrive of too much, that’s what it was, an unwise use of blood magick. Effective and terrifying, torn from veins and arteries, ripped away from skin once she’d opened and nicked just close enough, just enough. Once the problem was severe, she’d decided to dispose of the problem. It’d been hard, rough, messy-- she regrets, at least, Kara bearing witness to her ability to shred someone from the inside-out. A seldom used talent. For this reason.

Her throat feels raw, scratchy. Alex’s voice is in her ears but she cannot hear it. She keeps focusing on Kara’s mouth talking to her. There are hard, hard shivers wracking that body, a cold sweat she that is often not present and even less felt.

“Karrrrrr’--” Kara’s name rolls in a low growl. There’s still blood beneath long claws under leather gloves, still dark and burgundy speckled and slathered across her skin, her neck, her shoulders, cheek, thickly entangled in dark hair. Her hands are shaking, and she is not overly sure she can feel it. She can, however, feel her brain inside her head, moving, beating, just being.

“I’onno what’s--” This is new, this sort of pain, full-bodied, a rhythm of a feeling. A consequence for over-extending beyond her reach. Which is, though not short, limited.

Her hands reach out to clutch the side of a table before she crashes to a knee, grasping blindly to keep on her feet. Knocking around messily. Everything feels too hot. Everything burns.