found in the document room


After a night of drinking that Farla family decided to check out what was under the grate in their hall. The hole was just big enough to fit through, and what they found was an underground room with documents from the 1930s and an old, rotted cross in the middle of the room. It appeared to be a chapel at some point, of course, possibly when Catholics were persecuted in England and used the bunker as a hidden church. The house itself is dated around 230 years. 


Today, America woke up early to prepare for work. As he enter his study room at home, he found his important documents scattered on the floor, torn and crumpled while his beloved dog, Liberty, wag her tail at him in greeting.

Yeo Jin returned home silently. She found that Shi Mok was sitting in living room with his documents.

Before Yeo Jin let him to see her bluish cheek, Yeo Jin turned off the light.

- I’m tired, I will go to bed first.

She said.

- Ok, good night.

Yeo Jin then walked in their room, as fast as thunder.

She took a short bath, used the hot water to warm up her body and her face. It was so relaxing. The robber she fighted today was too strong to knock him out quickly. Before he gave up, Yeo Jin was hit by two kicks as well. She didn’t feel hurt as much, but this dangerous situation would make Shi Mok upset.

Yeo Jin stopped thinking, stepped out of bathroom. Shi Mok supprised her by standing in front of the door, was starring at his wife. Yeo Jin quickly used the towel cover most of her face, smiled with him.

- Why are you standing here?

- Let me see your face.

Shi Mok gave out word by word. The towel was pulled down. Yeo Jin faced was bluish black. Shi Mok cover her face in his two hands.

- Is it hurt?

- Not too much.

Then she stepped closer to him, kissed on his lips.

- Don’t worry, I’m still ok.

Shi Mok didn’t say anything. He grabbed her waist, walked to the bed. He sit on a side of the bed, asked Yeo Jin to lay on his thigh then hold a warm pack, put on her cheek. Yeo Jin closed her eyes, enjoyed his caring, suddenly felt lips touch on her forehead, then her cheek, then her nose, with all sweetness and warmth. She looked at him, full of love. Shi Mok drooped his kisses on her face again.

- What’s happened?

- Yeo Jin, I don’t know how to reduce your pain, hope my kisses worked well.

- I told you I’m ok.

- But my heart did not feel well.

Yeo Jin raised her hand to touch on his face.

- That’s why I don’t want you to see it. But your face is so warm.

Shi Mok turned her head on the pillow softly, then laid down close to Yeo Jin. He put the warm pack away, pull her face close to him until his nose touched hers, cover her face by his hand.

-I knew what we faced at work, fighting with others to protect our beliefs. But you are my wife, so let me take care of you as much as I can.

Yeo Jin nod her head and kissed her husband deeply.

Shi Mok kissed her back, passionately. He turned off the light, whispering in her ears.

“Love you, my dear!”

P.s: there is some wrong grammars, and spellings but please ignore them. Hehe.

anonymous asked:

So I don't know if you covered this or anything, but in the scene in s4 where Stiles and Malia get locked in a room and kiss, I didn't really see anyone unlock the door. I thought this could have something to do with Stile's somethingness.

Oh it does - that was all Stiles, I’m sure of it. I have written about that before, here’re some links to a couple of my previous posts 

In fact I also think Stiles locked the door, just not consciously. 

Melissa did close the door, that much is indisputable. And so it’s easy to assume that she also locked it. But why would Melissa do that? She’s not someone who meddles in anyone’s love life, not even her own son. I could see her giving some verbal advice, but not pulling something like this. As a trained nurse, she also probably knows not to lock people in rooms without cause, not to mention people might get panic attacks and so on.  

Also, I found  this document that lists the state regulations for room and baths at hospitals. I scrolled down to California and found this:

(b) patients’ rooms shall not be kept locked when occupied except in rooms approved by The department for seclusion of psychiatric patients.

I highly doubt Melissa would go against state policy just to force her son’s best friend and his ex to reconcile. 

But the conversation that plays out between Stiles and Malia does seem to support Melissa locking it. And it’s Malia who assumes this, and it seems the most logical explanation. But by now we all know that assumptions are dangerous in teen wolf. 

Stiles continues the conversation as if Melissa did do it, it but it’s a very weird conversation and I get the distinct impression Stiles is using Melissa as an example but what he really talks about is himself.

He does look surprised when he realized the door was locked, but unlike Malia who gets annoyed he just looks surprised for a moment..

…and then he seems to just come to a realization that, yeah that was probably me. 

So while Malia keeps droning on about Melissa locking it, Stiles seem to use her misunderstanding to talk about himself without talking about himself. 

Here’s the conversation, and I’ve put my little “translations” in [bold]

Malia: It’s locked.
Stiles: Why would she lock the door? Uh Hey, Melissa? (RATTLING) Melissa.
Malia: I could break it.
Stiles: How about you not? I already owe this hospital enough money.
Malia: Why would she lock the door?
Stiles: Maybe she didn’t mean to.[I totally did not consciously do that. But it kinda works so yeah]
Malia: You don’t just accidentally lock a door.
Stiles: Okay, well, maybe, she wasn’t thinking, exactly. [meaning I wasn’t thinking, I panicked when you tried to leave, we need to sort this out]
Or wasn’t thinking it through. You know, people sometimes do things without thinking them through. [I didn’t really mean to - i have no control over this thing yet.]
Malia: Then she’s stupid.
Stiles: [sounding very personally insulted] No, even smart people can do stupid things.  You know, ‘cause they think that it’s the right thing. [I can’t have you running around with Peter, he’s dangerous. I need to keep you safe and that is why i was keeping the fact that he’s your dad from you.] And I don’t think we should hold it against her, you know, for the rest of her life! [I messed up, forgive me!] Especially because she’s tried apologizing hundreds of times through texts and voicemails. [Now even Malia is picking up on the fact that he’s really talking about himself]
Malia: Is she gonna keep begging?
Stiles: She might.
Malia: I don’t have much practice in things like forgiveness. Some things I’m picking up fast. But other things are like
Stiles: Like math?
Malia: I hate math.
Stiles: You hate me?
Malia: I like you, Stiles. I like you a lot.
Stiles: I can work with that. [YES! I’m in control again]

And even if anyone strongly believes Melissa did lock the door - who unlocked it? And not just unlocked it but also opened it? Like you point out, there wasn’t anyone out there in that corridor.

Stiles moves his arm slightly to the left just before the door opens as well, as if he’s gently motioning it open with telekinesis. 

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done something like that…

I think Stiles is aware of what he can do now, and probably has since the whole void thing. I know I’ve been saying that he’s mostly hiding it because he wants to appear normal, and I still think that is part of it. I’m just starting to think that the other argument is that he’s associating it with “bad things”. 

He’s usually only accessed his somethingness that he’s aware of to do shitty things - like kill the chemist, and we also know he remembers all the things he did during 3b. Are we really sure that was the nogitsune/void giving him resistance to electricity, throwing Derek into walls etc.? Perhaps that was all Stiles, and that is why he tells Malia that he remembers liking it, and that scares him. 

He seems genuinely surprised the few times we see him use it for good. Like here with the locking/unlocking of a door. But also stopping Malia from destroying the computer

and when the phone call came through in Mexico without cell service

So I guess Stiles is right that he’s better - just not good enough in his own eyes to reveal and own up to it. 

losthumanofyoukai  asked:


Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave


{Should I treat is as an au?}

It was surprising to Mei-Rin, but she had not spent too much time there before someone bought her. Because who would like such a clumsy little four-eyes? However, someone had spent quite a lot of money to buy just her, and one of the workers grasped her arm and began leading in the right direction.

After some time, she found herself in the room where all of the documents were to be signed. Lowering her sight at once, she stood there in a shock too great to react reasonably.

“Master–” she mumbled only.


I take pictures of my room quite frequently because UFYH encourages it and it makes me feel good to look back and see the effect of a challenge or 20/10. Normally the pictures end up forgotten in the Pictures folder on my computer instead of getting posted.

Today I was cleaning out that very Pictures folder due to a challenge from the UFYH group on Habitrpg. I made a folder for UFYH Before and Afters and found that I had photo documentation of the improvement of my room from November 2013 to June 2014 and I thought I’d share.

Bedbugs, getting sick, built up frustration, anxiety, finals, and summer have allowed me to thoroughly clean most of my room. A few bags of stuff are in the garage due to bedbugs but overall I didn’t get rid of much, just moved stuff around. Turns out there was a lot of space that I had filled with nearly empty boxes or oddly stacked junk.

My thanks to team UFYH and habitrpg for my room looking as nice as it does right now. I have semi clean surfaces, I’ve vacuumed recently, I cleaned the walls, I’m up to date on laundry, I have a desk for the first time ever (I’m serious, I’ve never been able to use the desk as was intended my whole life) and I hardly missed one day of making my bed.