horror movie moment

stolen-socks  asked:

why do some dog residues sell at different prices at the tem shop?

(undertale spoilers)

While it may seem like Dog Residue is Dog Residue no matter how one looks at it, this isn’t the case in the code. In terms of game mechanics, Dog Residue is handled as six separate items, each with not only their own separate flavor text, but also separate sell value.

This means that whenever the game fills out your inventory upon using Dog Residue, it actually picks from a pool of seven items (Dog Salad and the six types of Residue), rather than just two. This is why not all Dog Residue are sold at the same price.

Note: The Dog Residues are in the same order as in the previous screenshot.

Imagine working as a waitress for the Joker and him becoming obsessed with you in a different way than with any other woman before.

A/N: Eh you know I had to. I like this Joker I just wish there was a little more footage for us to be able to capture his true character. It’s certainly unlike anyone that has ever been portrayed but I don’t think any of the previous Jokers were really the same. To me they all are different sides of the same coin, so I don’t think it’s fair to say who’s better or not.

You sighed completely worn out from work. You threw your keys and bag on the table next to the door and took of your shoes, leaving them next to the door as well. You walked into the darkness in your apartment, it wasn’t all that big for you to get lost anyway and the small light that shone through the curtains was enough for you to see at least the outline of most of the objects that were in your place.

You made your way to the kitchen, taking off your hoodie in the meanwhile and throwing it on the couch. You were only in your jeans and a bra but one thing you loved about this apartment was the that it was warm during such nights of the winter when you needed it. You filled a glass with water and downed it all in one. You paused for a moment, the events of the day running through your mind.

Sure, your life was not the most exciting one. You weren’t Wonder Woman, nor would hang out with Batman and up to about half a month ago your life could be considered actually peaceful despite what your work was. But you should expect it to happen, you should have seen it coming: You worked as a waitress in the Joker’s club, he was bound to see you sooner or later.

You weren’t a criminal, nor were involved in anything that had to do with him, you only wanted to make money to help your family. Sure working for the Clown prince of Gotham wasn’t the best way to do so but the only thing you did was serve and it did pay enough for the few hours you spent in there. He did come often, not as much as Harley, but still was there quiet often and you were always glad when at the end of your shift you could count yet another night he had not taken notice of you. It was all going great. And Actually everything was going well, until you were asked to serve him. It was just giving him his drink, what could possibly go wrong you’d thought? Well, everything did after that.

You caught his attention, much to your surprise, and there was no getting out of his mind after that. You didn’t talk much and you didn’t even try to impress him. Hell, you’d be crazy if you tried to, knowing what the blonde could do to you much less all of his other enemies. But somehow you were caught and it was obvious from the first moment. How? The most simple sign was that every time he came, and he would come more often now, he asked from you to serve him. Only you. And what seemed even more surprising was that he’d try to make a talk. At first you didn’t really to talk but you knew you couldn’t avoid it, there was something in him that made your curiosity peak. The mere way he spoke it just made you want to know all the more what was going on through his mind.

But you never got too close. You didn’t dare do so. He was the Joker, and you were just simple you. Getting involved in all of that wasn’t something you wanted, no matter how much the man attracted you. He was a criminal for the love of, the least worst thing that could happen to you was death, quick and easy.

You sighed, shaking your head as you made your way to your living room. A movie could make you forget about the man that seemed to occupy not only your dreams but all day in general. You stopped dead on your tracks when you noticed something on the coffee table, though. You approached it carefully, thankful that there was enough light through the curtains to help you see it. You frowned as you extended a hand and picked the… flower up. It was a rose. White rose.

You blinked several times, having a deja vu feeling. You looked around you in case there was something else you were missing. Last time you came to find flower in your home it was red roses, a big bouquet of them with a let on top of them. It was from him, of course. And of course you didn’t accept it. Not just the flowers but what the letter had along with it.

“You know-” a voice made you jump and your eyes widened as you backed away as fast as you could, trying to fight where the damn switch for the light was “-it was kinda rude what you did.” you knew the voice and the fact that he was standing in the shadows didn’t help at all.

“It hurt my feelings.” he said in tone that you couldn’t tell if it was mocking you or he was serious.

Either way you cheered slightly in your head when your hand came in contact with the switch and you turned the lights on. You blinked several times until your eyes adjusted but at least you now were able to see him. You weren’t really in the mood to play in a horror movie at the moment either. But maybe, just maybe, part of you regretted the decision.

“Wow” his eyes widened and a wicked wide grin spread on his face “Nice choice of color, gotta say lace looks really good on you kitten.” he said with a small growl, approaching you and you felt your face heat up. You hurried to grab your hoodie to wear it but before you could do another move he had snatched it from your hands.

“Nah uh” he pointed a finger at you “Don’t be a bad girl, you still gotta make up to me for what you did with the flowers.”

“Mr Joker-” your voice was low as you took a few steps back.

“Nah nah nah nah. Goooood- will you please not do that? It sounds sooooo… wrong! Gah wrong!” he whined slightly, shaking his head with a deep frown “It’s J, dollface. It’s Mr J. I’m your Mr J.” he breathed out, giving you a grin; flashing his sliver teeth at you.

“Mr J, What are you doing here?” you watched him carefully.

“Uh well, as I said you really hurt my feelings there princess.” he pouted, giving you a somewhat sad but still playful look “I sent you the flowers cause I wanted to but you oh you-” he laughed “You! You! You! You little-” he stopped himself as he grabbed your chin with his hands his smile vanishing “You returned them to me.” he let a small growl “Not very nice of you!” he grinned again and you swallowed thickly.

“It wasn’t about the flowers- you know what it was about.” you didn’t dare look him in the eyes but did when you heard him scoff.

“If I want to give you money then I will, there’s nothing wrong with that.” he raised his hands in the air.

“Money you have stolen!” you didn’t even believe you were raising your voice at him “And I know that the money I’m being paid with are not legal either but- I’ve earned those. I-” you swallowed calming yourself down. He may have acted nice around you before but you shouldn’t forget he was the Joker. One moment he could be sending you flowers and gifts and the other have a gun over your head.

“Thank you for that, I appreciate that you wanted to help me with my family.” you decided to be honest “But the money I am being paid for my work is enough already, I don’t need anything more.” you dared look him in the eyes and for the first time ever since you first met him he was looking at you seriously; a kind of emotion you had never seen before was there.

One more reason why you wanted to know him more.

“You-” he breathed out, bringing a hand up to hold your chin with two fingers and more gently “Oh I like you.” he grinned widely, running his hand up to cup your cheek.

“You’ve got morals- oh I I I I I liiiiike that!” he laughed and you let a small whimper for a moment. You had yet to see him go crazy in front of you.

“Tell me though, little angel.” he got closer to you. You took a step back only to have your back pressed to the wall, your eyes going wide when he pressed his body close to yours; a satisfied predator like smile on his face.

“Is that what really holds you back? Is it me, the big bad demon scaring you? Is all this darkness that surrounds me that scares you? Do I scare you, dollface?” he tilted his head to the side as you only bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from whimpering.

“Tell me-” he growled “Are yous cared of me? Are you scared of what I can do to you?” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your cheek.

“Please, Mr J.” you whispered, shutting your eyes; feeling your heart hammer as his bare chest pressed against yours.

“Please what?” he pouted, pulling away to look at you “Oh sweet cheeks-” he breathed out as he traced his fingers over he features of your face, them lingering a little more over your lip as he tried to open your mouth with his hand.

“You, oh you little angel-” he laughed, that maniac laugh that echoed through the entire apartment “No. No. No. No. No. No. No!” he exclaimed “You are not scared of me… are you?” he looked through his dark eyes. Gosh you hated to admit it to yourself but you could get lost in those eyes. There were times where, you had taken notice of it, they were light blue and calm like the sea others they were curious as he watched your every move, trying to take in as much as possible as if he was studying you and others he was looking at you hungrily, and they were dark and filled… with lust, like now.

“No” he chuckled “No, you are not scared of me. You’re scared of this-” he grinned as you shivered when his other hand ran up your thigh, to your hip and stomach and up to your chest. You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and a squeak left your lip when he parted your legs with his thigh and pushed your hips with his against the wall.

“You’re scared of how you feel for me, aren’t you little one?” his breath fanned over your face and you held your breath as his lips brushed past yours. You shut your eyes for a moment as he pushed your hips with his backwards and you tried to swallow down the moan that threatened to leave your lips .

“I- I don’t want any trouble, Mr J.” you whispered “Please” you whispered, opening your eyes to look at him.

“Oh but you’re not going to get in any trouble little one, not while I am here.” his hand moved down to your ass “Not while you have me.”

“How do I know I have you?” you whispered and he tilted his head to the side “You’re the Joker, you don’t belong to anyone. Only to yourself. You’re- you’re not loved, you don’t get loved.”

“Oooh I like that you know where I stand but- but princess this- it’s all my decision. I plan and I execute according to my plans. I do what I want, not what others ask.”

“But you said it you- you don’t do what anyone does. Why should I believe you belong to someone- much less me.”

“You- you- you are right! Exactly- but you- oooh you my angel are just that. You are me- or what I at least used to be. I’m yours, all yours and you will soon realize it for yourself.” he pressed his body closer to you, as if it was any more possible.

“But what about Harley? I- I don’t want any trouble with her Mr J.” you whispered, already knowing you were going to give into him anyway. You didn’t want to lose who you were, much less your sanity, but this man had such a strong pull on you it was impossible to think about anything else but him.

Harley won’t dare touch you as long as I am here, dollface. I’m your J, only yours. I don’t do what others tell me no, but you-” he let out a breath, teasing you with his lips… and hands “Oh you can do anything you want with me.” he he breathed out as his lips ghosted over yours “Now- tell me this: Do you… want me princess?”

You didn’t dare say the yes out loud but at the same time you didn’t dare not say it at all.

“Answer me (Y/n): Do you want me to be yours? All yours?” he purred seductively and you swallowed thickly.

“Y-yes” it came out in a a squeak and he grinned.

“Would you take me any way you can? Do you want to take me any way you can (Y/n)?” his voice was low and husky.

Your eyes roamed his face for a few seconds as his also moved back and forth and without saying another word you grabbed his face and crushed your lips to his harshly, letting all the emotions that had built up inside you for all this time.

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You go angry child and broccoli boy, you got this cutie pies, hop and explosion burst as fast as you ca-AHHHHHHHHH FUCK! GODDAMN IT ALL MIGHT. 

This horror movie moment was perfectly animated and I love it. This fight was intense, oh my goodness, so damn intense with EVERYTHING. Everythingggg.

  • kill your friends / Battle Royale Fanmix

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Conting Bodies Like Sheep - A Perfect Circle / The Bitter End - Placebo / Blood - In This Moment / War Pigs - Black Sabbath / This Is The New Shit - Marilyn Manson / Kids With Guns - Gorillaz / Kill Of The Night - Gin Wigmore / Happy Together - Filter / Zerstören - Rammstein / Beast Within - In This Moment / In The Room Where You Sleep - Dead Man’s Bones / The Nobodies - Marilyn Manson

i like never do this with movies but like people who didn’t like the witch or said it wasn’t scary

like sorry that recent horror had conditioned so effectively you don’t find anything beyond jump scares and torturing women scary but not all of us are like that

ID #57933

Name: Carina
Age: 16
Country: Germany

When I was 8 years old I met a girl on a playground. We had a lot of fun (apparently I had) so we exchanged a dresseses. I wrote her a letter, but she never replied. Guess she felt a bit pressured by me. Still I am a HUGE fan of snail mail, and I’m searching for a passionate snail mail friend who does reply regular! And likes me, of course. I’m having a “pen pal”, but since it’s a friend from school who does write letters like twice a year it doesn’t really count for me. I’m putting effort in my letters, and respond quick in general. Just in case you fear, I also never blaickmailed someone or came to their house and robbed them. (So far. ;-))
So, here a brief description of myself: First of all I’m a nerd in terms of books, films, shows, and music, plus I’m more on the “dark side” means I’m kinda.. metal, goth, something like that, but I don’t like labels that much so I wouldn’t count myself to a specific scene.
I’m into crossover, like different genres of heavy metal, rock, punk, but I also like the weird stuff, cabaret, some electro swing and stuff. The weirder the better. Some bands I’m currently listening to are Alestorm, Gloryhammer, a lot of Tool, and Grausame Töchter. For books, I read everything I can. I’m almost reading non stop, mostly fiction, sometimes nonfiction and comics. Shows I line are Doctor Who, iZombie, and.. I don’t know really, I’m watching more films at the moment. Horror movies interest me the most currently.
My favorite subjects are biology and philosophy, I have a project book where I write about everything I want to, I write poems (my muse is a girl in my English class who is always eating during the lessons), I’m not doing sports but like to discuss a lot, I’m not a picky eater at all, and I’m drawing and crafting very much but wouldn’t considering me an artist, I don’t like deciding, red hair is my guild pleasure, I love sweets and probably eat to much of them, I’m not afraid of spiders and fascinating by nature (even though I killed a cactus by accident once), I’m vegetarian but wound try to dissect an animal because I’m very curious of everything, I’m having a lot of crushes, I would like to travel but I’m very lazy. How I would describe myself in one word? Wibbly-wobbly. There is way much more about me and I probably forgot the important stuff.

Preferences: I’d like to talk to who people 15-18 years old, one year under or above does not matter that much.
I would like to have snail mail only, since I’m trying to cut down my internet use. But i would like to exchange some messages first before coming to snail mail. I’d prefer if you live in the EU (or near Germany). If you don’t like decorating fancy letters or don’t have any money for small gifts, I don’t mind at all, the content and making the other one happy matters!

anyway today a girl came up to me and the first thing she said was ‘i want daddy pennywise to dick me down’ and i am horrified and she will never be my friend

some thoughts on horror movies in 2016

The best 10 horror films of 2016:

6. The Invitation - This one had the plot of a thriller with the atmosphere of a horror movie. It’s not traditional horror movie but it feels like a paranoid fever dream all the way through.

5 Ouija: Origin of Evil - I was going to skip watching this one until I found out that it’s the same person who directed Oculus. I gave it a try and it surprised me. It had a couple of really great Horror Movie Moments that make it work really well.

4. Southbound**** - Southbound is not the best movie on this list but it was by far my favorite movie of 2016. It’s an anthology horror film with segments that are connected with each other. The Accident Scene alone would make the movie–it’s got just the perfect amount of genuine creepiness and gore.

3. The Autopsy of Jane Doe - I don’t know exactly what to call this one but it’s so much fun. It’s set in a private morgue that feels like it’s built like a maze and takes place over the course of one night. It’s both scary and clever.

2. They Look Like People - If it hadn’t been the year of The Witch, this movie would have gotten the top spot. I loved everything about it; the characters are relatable and easy to fall in love with. At the same time, it’s actually really scary, and the ending turned the story into a wonderful piece of art. 

1. The Witch - This one is one of the top 3 best movies of the decade so far, hands down. So well-researched and atmospheric, it really sets itself up for the hard-hitting ending, one that has stuck with me since I saw it. 

Movies I didn’t understand but ok:

February - I think there was some sort of time loop happening or something idk?

Baskin*** - Literally my least favorite movie of the year. What the fuck

This is the shit I don’t like:

Blair Witch - I cannot tell you how excited I was for this movie. The original Blair Witch Project is still one of my favorite found-footage films. But this one just didn’t make any sense?

Don’t Breathe - This movie was just bad. 

Lights Out - Just watch the short film.

I don’t know where to put these movies: 

The Shallows - Blake Lively and a shark, bitchin. It’s cool if you like sharks. 

10 Cloverfield Lane - I liked it but I wasn’t wowed. It didn’t stick with me at all except I worship at the altar of Mary Elizabeth Winstead. 

Pack Mom: Never Tickle A Sleeping Wolf (Part 1)

Request: Liam is having night terrors and is turning up to the pack meetings really tired. So Y/N tells him that he is to stay over her house to get some rest and she will look after him keeping safe and giving him lots of cuddles letting him know he is safe and getting him relaxed for bedtime. 

Pairing: Liam x Female!Reader (Platonic), Peter Hale x Female!Reader, Derek x Stiles, Scott x Malia, very very lightly hinted Liam x Kira

Author’s Notes: 

  • This turned out longer than I expected it to be, so I’m gonna be posting it in parts.
  • This takes place after the war, but in all honesty I haven’t finish watching 6B so things might not be accurate. I also included Isaac in here :)
  • …..this imagine is probably not what the anon had in mind when they requested it lol. I’m a terrible writer, but @allthingsteenwolf20 is an awesome one and has two fics with similar prompt here and here, and everyone should go read them!
  • Y/N - Your Name, Y/E/C - Your Eyes Color

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The Children of War 〉Chapter 1

Originally posted by bencemeraketiyidegilim

(Inspired by the Korean Drama, Descendants of the Sun).

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“Doctor, am I going to die? Mom and dad won’t tell me anything. I’m scared.”
As my team prepped her for surgery, I gave the little girl my most brilliant smile.
“Do you know who I am, SooJung?”
“You’re Doctor Lu?…”
“That’s right. I’m Lu. I’m 25. The youngest surgeon to ever graduate from Seoul National Institute. I’ve cut open more patients than the oranges you opened in your entire life, and every single one of them survived. I made so many miracles, people calls me Jesus Christ!”.
“Tsh, she’s lying”.
Hanna, a 29 year old anaesthesiologist and also my best friend, said with a smile. “Well, just about the Jesus Christ part. Everything else is absolutely true. These surgeries have a 100% survival rate”.
I smiled, holding SooJung’s little hand.
“You hear that? As long as you are under my knife, you will definitely not die!”
Her eyes sparkled. For the first time in that day they didn’t show fear.
“Wow, you’re so cool! I want to be just like you when I grow up!”
“Well, why not?” I smiled, presenting the most confidence face I could.
In the operation room, there is no room for errors, no room for doubt. We are gods that try to make miracles happen, but we know within every God of live, there’s a God of death. Even if I’m the fastest and most skilled surgeon in the world, as long as I keep practicing, chances are quite big that one day, someone will die in my hands.
SooJung yawned slightly, her eyes closing. Hanna looked up at me and nodded.
That’s right. One day someone will die in my hands.
But today is not that day.


“Lu?”
Something warm and dry brushed my cheek and I stirred. There was a hiss and the sounds of footsteps scurrying closer to me.
I heard someone speaking something, but I didn’t recognize who it was.
“Did she just collapsed here?”
Now, this voice. It was a tone that I could recognize anywhere.
“Taehyung?” I blinked but my eyes felt so heavy. I couldn’t even recognize the faces before me.
Shifting, I tried to lift myself up but my entire body gave out on the exact same spot. My cheek hit the floor with a little thud.
Oh right. I fell asleep on the floor didn’t I?
Together with my team, the surgery was a success.
It had taken 8 hours of nonstop work. As soon as I left the operation room, I fell asleep on the corridor.
“Good job Taehyung. You woke her up. It’s not like she needs to rest or anything.”
I could practically hear Hanna rolling her eyes.
Before my brain could cooperate with my eyes, I felt my whole body being lifted up.
Strong arms held me tight against a equal strong chest. It was so comforting and warm.
“Just go back to sleep, Lu”.
Kim Taehyung, my boyfriend, also a surgeon, 25 years old, an incredibly kind, gentle and empathetic person.
As Taehyung whispered against my ear, I could feel his chest rumble. It seemed like he was a giant cat.
I sighed, nuzzling my face into his shirt. It smelled like our bed at home.

Falling asleep at the hospital is not uncommon. I’m the best example of that.
I woke up a few hours later, in my small room at the hospital, shared by me and other two doctors.
I was alone. I groaned and turned over, my face rubbing against the soft sheets. So smooth.
“Hum? Ricky?” I grabbed the small teddy bear in my hands and smiled. “How did you end up here Buddy? I thought I left you at home.”
Ricky is my teddy bear. I have it since I was like one year old.
Finally, I noticed something on the table next to my bed.
A note?
I grabbed the piece of paper and rubbed my eyes before reading it. I could feel my face relaxing into a warm smile.
Taehyung never failed to cheer me up.
“Hey Lu. If you’re reading this, it means I’m still in the operation room doing the bypass. Ricky was so alone in our bed this morning, I had to bring him along. If you get home before I do, there’s chicken nuggets and rice in the fridge. It’s already in a container so you can just put it in the microwave. I love you, see you soon”.
Instead of a signature, there was a chocolate placed on the side of the note. I smiled and touched my own cheeks. They were hot, I was blushing.
It took all of my power not giggle and jump like a little school girl.
Is this guy even real?

I ended up calling my best friend, rambling at her like always.
“Who the heck does that? Seriously. I am in cloud nine.”
“Just Mr.Perfect Doctor Dreamy Kim Taehyung”. Hanna said, laughing at the other side of the line.
“He carried me to bed! And didn’t forget to bring Ricky and the bed smells like him, and he also left me a chocolateeee”.
Hanna made a “ew” sound and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m getting diabetes just listening this.”
“Don’t be such an ass just because you are single hum?”
We continued to talk and laugh while I walked towards the terrace on the last floor. It was a beautiful night.
“It’s not fair Hanna. I feel like I don’t deserve him? He is like perfect, everything he does. What can I do to top this?! Our future kids are totally going to love him more than me.” I faked a crying sound, mouth full of chocolate.

Suddenly, and I swear to God I don’t know what happened, I heard a loud thump and a hiss, and a crying sound too…`
It was one of those horror movie moments where everything seems to move in slow motion.
“Who are you? Last time I checked this is the last floor. How did you get up here?” I asked horrified.
There was a young man, with military clothes, with  slight tanned skin that glowed in the night.
Shadows pooled under his naked collarbones, the muscles rippling under his bruised skin.
BRUISED. Why does he seem like he just arrived from war?
“I’m an angel. I flew”.
I blinked a couple of times, looking at him.
“Really.”
His blood was dripping, yet he was smiling like nothing was wrong. Should I help him? But like, maybe he is some hallucination. I’m too tired lately, maybe it’s exactly what he is.
“I heard your sweet voice and before I knew it, I was here. You’d be amazed at how efficient jetpacks powered by attraction are.” He winked at me, which resulted at me giving a step back in response.
“You’re bleeding..”
He looked down at the blood on his clothes and then back at me and shrugged. Like what? Doesn’t he feel any pain at all?
Before I could say something, a crying sound arrived to my ears.
“That's… That’s a baby on your back?”
I stared at him in disbelief. He started unrapping the bandages that were tying the baby to him, using only one hand. I saw the other one was bruised, injured.
“Oh my God, what is going on?” I asked desperate, as I helped him dealing with the baby, instinctively checking her over to see if she had injuries.
“Come with me”. I said in a hurry, pulling him by his wrist.

We immediately arrived at my small bedroom on the fourth floor and I laid her on the bed, heaving a sigh of relief.
“Is she alright doctor?”
“She seems unhurt.”
He gave me the exact same smile again. “I’m glad”.
He was pretty weird. It was like he was bulletproof.
“She needs a closer examination, but you…”
Before I could finish my sentence, he lost his balance. Instinctively, I took a step forward my arms getting ready to support him. He held my gaze for a brief moment before collapsing on me.
I stumbled backwards, taking his entire weight with my small body.
I knew I should’ve take him to the operation room.
His rapid breathing felt hot on my cheek. The tips of his dark hair tickled my skin.
I could feel his blood seeping down through my white gown.
“It's…cold..” His soft, trembling lips brushed against my ear. At that moment, all the events caught up to my brain.
He was going into shock. If I didn’t do anything…this boy was going to break, for sure.
A scream ripped out of my throat.
“ANYONE. I NEED SOMEONE HERE, NOW!”

I could see what was going to happen next. Images playing in my mind. My team would be alerted. Nurses would take the baby. We would rush him to the operation room, stop the bleeding and replace his blood supplies, talk to him later to see what was wrong, and fix that too…
Care for him until he wakes up, then tell him how cheesy his pickup lines were, and teach him some better ones.
One day, someone would die in my hands.

Today would not be that day.