i had to screen record the video

Harass my daughter on Minecraft? You can't hide from me.

So, my daughter, who was about 8 at the time, was REALLY into Minecraft (as most kids are these days). Also desperately wanting to join the Youtube/Let’s Play culture, I had installed some screen recording software that would let her make videos of the games she was playing so she could later upload them to Youtube.

Anyways, one day I’m minding my own business when I hear her quietly sniffling over on the computer. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn’t want to tell me so I let it go, but decided to keep on eye on her. A few minutes later I discovered what was happening; someone was harassing not only her, but also all the other kids playing on whatever server she was on. This kid (we’ll call him Little Sh*thead, or LS) was saying sh*t about how he was going to rape my 8 year old daughter (she told him how old she was hoping he would stop), how he was going to hack into her IP and steal all her info, swearing profusely (remember, this is a game for kids), etc etc. By this time I had gotten my fiance involved, and she was also obviously quite upset at what a little sh*t this kid was being. We realized that our daughter had been recording the entire incident, and a plan began to form.

I started by googling LS’s username. There were several hits immediately, the most interesting of which involved a page where he was publicly applying to be a mod for a server on Minecraft. I was able to learn a lot about this little POS: he claimed to be 15, likes hockey, used to live in Toronto but now lives in Florida. But the bombshell was easily his skype contact info; it was literally firstname.lastname. I know your name now, you little sh*t.

So I head over to Facebook and search for the name. Nothing. Hmmmm. On a hunch I searched for just the last name, while narrowing my results to only the state of Florida. Several dozen hits. Hmmm. So I have to start combing through each one, until I find what I was looking for: a middle aged man with the same last name, whose profile indicates he was born in Toronto and now lives in Florida. I FOUND YOUR DAD, YOU LITTLE SH*T.

So I sent him a message on Facebook, asking if he had a son named firstname who goes by his username on Minecraft. Dad confirmed I had the right guy. So my wife begins telling the dad everything that LS was saying to my daughter, and we sent him the recorded video as proof. Radio silence for a few days.

Then we got the message back: LS had his computer taken away from him for the entire summer, and had also been lying about his age (he was only 11, I think). His parents were f*cking livid with him, and he surely hated the next few months of his life.

No one f*cks with my daughter.

Temptation || Park Chanyeol

Originally posted on naver.

Content: 12k graphic smut fuckboy!chanyeol au

Note: Thank you for my girls’ hard work for reading this filthy work of mine and make it presentable for everyone @acidtrippings @ananou59  ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

p.s. I know y’all need some fuckboy!chanyeol after that nude he leaked….

You just broke up with your boyfriend, and the fuckboy at school just happened to be your best-friend..


Sehun: Don’t forget about the party at Baekhyun’s tonight

Sehun: 9PM you know the drill ;)

You were amused by the fact that Sehun felt the need to remind you about the party you proposed for the boys to host. Last week, a party was supposed to be held after their football game but suddenly turned messy after a different school’s team crashed it. So you took initiative to host another party at Baekhyun’s house.

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Virtue&Moir | Short dance 4CC 2017

Legit- (Dylan O‘Brien)

Originally posted by teenwolfmazerunnerunited

Characters: OC’s, Dylan O’Brien and (Y/N)

Word Count: 1219

Warnings: none

Pairing: idk man I got bored I guess some Dylan x Reader

Summary: an interview with your fellow cast mate Dylan goes totally aloof 

(Y/C/N)- your character name

“Run!” (Y/C/N) yells into the darkness of the hospital. Lights flash, the elevator opens. A shadowed figure starts laughing. Stiles grabs (Y/C/N)’s hand and starts dragging her down the hospital corridors, the running is slow motion. The lights shut off. Silence. 

The hospital scene fades away on the large screen behind me and the audience begin to clap and cheer. Dylan and I grin at each other, already knowing what happens after that scene. 

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Long Distance (Chapter Nine)

This Chapter has some pretty heavy insecure!Bucky feels. I’ve been trying to portray healthy relationships/real life emotions and Bucky being insecure about his arm is very real life I would think. So yes– be prepared for some Bucky feels. Also Steve being wonderful and protective and Tony being sweet about it. Also some Stucky sexy times! Holla!

Art for this chapter by my favorite @latelierderiot    Check her page out, and let her know how much you love her, because I LOVE HER and this story was her prompt so it’s basically all her fault!


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{Group Message}

From Bucky– Tony tony tony. Send me a picture.

From Tony– {picture message}

From Bucky– I can’t believe I have to specify this, but I meant a picture of you, not of the pens on your desk

From Tony– {picture message}

From Bucky– or the pencils.

From Steve– well played, Tony.

From Steve– we miss you. wish you were here. Wish we could have done more of this sort of thing when we met up.


From Tony– well don’t you two look cozy. And here I am all alone in bed.


From Bucky– that’s not even fair! What am I supposed to with that??

From Tony– take a better pic and send it so I’ll have something to do before I get out of bed

From Steve– why is it that I try to start sweet conversations and you two turn it into something dirty

From Tony– Steve, am I to understand that you don’t want to send me something sexy, and then think about what I’m doing while looking at it? Is that what you’re saying?

From Steve– now let’s not be too hasty

From Bucky– well played, Tony.

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When Soulmates Don’t Matter (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2156

Warnings: Nothing. Just all the fluff that was missing from the first part

A/N: So, this is the highly requested part 2 of When Soulmates Go Wrong and oh. My. Goodness. The response I got on that part was incredible! Thank you to everyone who was commenting on it, you seriously made my day! As usual, the Gif is not mine and feedback is welcome. Unusually, I’m going to break in here to tell you that this is probably the last thing I’ll write in a while (I’ll have a post coming out with and explanation for that on Tuesday), so hopefully I can go out with a bang. Love you guys! And without further ado, here is part 2!

Your name: submit What is this?

Two weeks ago:

The super soldier had read the letter over several times before it finally registered with him. When it did, however, nothing could stop the waterfall of silent tears that cascaded down his face as he curled in around himself.

Too late, too late, too late, ran constantly through his head, along with guilt at having unknowingly pushed her away.

For a long time, he stayed there on his bed, the letter lying just out of reach of his hand. Eventually, Bucky fell into a fitful sleep just before Steve came to the doorway, looking on sadly at his friend.

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I took some notes down from the Q&A. Mostly just little fun things.

ft. George Wada, the WIT Studio President
and Norihiro Naganuma, Director of The Ancient Magus Bride

- The anime will have some original writing – not solely follow the manga

- The animators each made their own 3D model of Elias’ head to sit on their desk and use as reference

- When asked who their favorite characters are, Nahanuma said he has a new favorite each episode and Wada’s favorite is the human version of Ruth

- When asked what differed from working on the OVA versus working on the main series, Naganuma said the OVA was more focused on worldview and introducing the world while the anime will be more focused on characters and their development

- I had asked how closely they worked with the original author and they said very closely!

- They were also asked which was their favorite fae/creature and they both chose Silky! Heehee

- They both took selfies with the big crowds to take back to the studio and motivate the animators! They do all this hard work for the fans, so please support them!

- Naganuma wants us all to be like Elias and help Chise grow :)

There was a Q&A after the screening as well but I wasn’t able to stay for that. Maybe there will be a video uploaded somewhere sometime (I believe Crunchyroll had some employees recording some of the event?)! All the companies involved seem very excited for this series and they are putting a lot of effort into everything so it will be a big success!


6 min Maki doodle~ (It’s just her face tho)
I got a lot of messages asking if it was possible to see me draw something so here it is~ Sorry it’s not much, as I said before, programs that record the screen make my pen pressure dissappear– The thing I used to record this kind of did it too but it was ok I guess— Ah, because of that, I had to be more careful and choose a smaller size for the brush, something I don’t usually do. Normally, it would look more like –> this one

Here’s the final picture:

happy d-day it’s a national holiday so i stayed up all night to write y’all a fic and had to go to a 12.5 hour work shift on no sleep so fucking. appreciate this

2000+ words, studoc because this is my house. d-day gives me lots of emotions

When Stuart walks into the living room at 4am for a glass of water, the last thing he is expecting to see is Murdoc digging through a chewed-up cardboard box of old cassettes as if his life depends on it.

“What’re you doing,” he asks bluntly, and it’s a testament to how many things he’s had to put up with over the years that this is phrased like a statement rather than an actual question, and that there’s no real surprise behind his words anymore. Stu’s been through the wringer, okay. You don’t get spirited off to a parallel space dimension and force-fed an entire fridge by an anthropomorphic slice of pizza without losing a bit of astonishment for everyday things like this.

Murdoc looks up, startled, for a second, then plunges his arms back into the box and starts rummaging around loudly again. “Found some old VHS tapes in the back of the garage,” he says, then stops for a second and yanks one out with much more vigor than is strictly needed and a loud clatter. He barks out a victorious laugh and shoves the box off to the side, kicking the tapes he’s already scattered across the floor out of his way and kneeling down in front of the television set. “C’mere, come look at this.”

“‘S 4am, Muds,” Stuart protests, but he shuffles over and plops himself down on the battered couch anyway. “What is it?”

Murdoc has somehow managed to coax the TV set into accepting the VHS tape and is fiddling with the knobs at the bottom of the screen. “Y’know how we got Noodle that video recorder that first Christmas we had her?”

Stu hums in agreement and wraps a throw blanket around himself. He can’t remember much about something back that far, but there’s a faint memory of Noodle tearing open a box and shrieking with delight as she ran around shoving a chunky, early-2000s camcorder in everyone’s faces. “Those her tapes?”

“No, they’re my amateur pornos.” The screen flickers to life and Murdoc settles back on his haunches before looking at him and grinning, illuminated by weak blue light. “Only joshing, I keep those on DVD.”

“Y’know, it says a lot about you that I can’t tell if you’re really joking or not about that.”

“Fuck off, not like I’d let you see ‘em anyway,” Murdoc says, then adds with a leer, “Least, not when you’ve got the real thing right here.” He makes his way back to the couch and settles into the other side, shoving his cold feet under Stuart’s legs and dragging more than half of the blanket over himself.

Stu makes a noise of protest. “Oi, that’s my blanket, get your own.”

“What’s yours is mine, love,” Murdoc says, and Stuart promptly shoves his heel into his crotch. “Argh, for the love of—”

They kick each other for a few seconds before Murdoc relinquishes part of the blanket back, pressing himself closer to Stu so that they can both fit underneath. “Look, you’re missing the whole fucking thing, pay attention.”

“You started it,” Stu mumbles, but leans back, satisfied. On screen, a practice session, probably from the band’s first few months, has already started. The scene isn’t centered in the slightest; half of it is obscured by an amplifier sitting in the way, and every few seconds the camera jolts as a tiny Noodle picks it up and moves it to a new position. She’s obviously sitting on the floor, trying to set it up so that the camera records them as they practice. Finally she manages to set it at an angle where it’s tilted up at the band, and runs out from behind to take her place next to a much younger Stuart, who has his hand down his trousers and is scratching himself, oblivious to the presence of the camera right at his feet.

“Nice,” Murdoc cackles from beside him, and scoots away as Stu aims another kick at him under the blanket. “Absolutely lovely. No, really, look at you, Dents. Satan, what a catch. Twenty years later, and nothing much has changed, eh?”

On the television, Murdoc steps forward into the shot, shoots a furtive glance at Noodle and Stuart, faced away from him, and sticks his hand down his jeans to scratch himself as well.

“Oh, nice,” Stuart parrots back at his own Murdoc, who is looking much more sour now. “Twenty years later and not much has changed, ‘s that what you said, yeah?”

“Will you just — shut up. Not like anybody noticed.”

“Muds, get your hands out your damn pants,” Russel says from somewhere off to the side of the camera. “You touch our instruments with those, nasty-ass—”

Stuart’s snickering and Murdoc’s groan almost drowns out the faltering voice of the Stuart onscreen. The sound is a little bit tinny, but pretty decent for a tape that’s just spent two decades in a moldering cardboard box. “Hey, uh, what song’re we doin’ again, because, uh, I know we just said, but I wanna make sure I’m singing the right one—”

“It’s Re-Hash, idiot, just like it’s been for the past four times.” Although Murdoc’s voice is the same as ever, Stuart notes, the years have had an unmistakable effect on his looks. The bassist plucking at his strings on the television has a much rounder face and tanner skin than the one sitting next to him now, and the red contact that used to be omnipresent in his left eye has long since been discarded. The bags under his eyes are much less pronounced, as well, making him look soft, round and baby-faced in comparison to his current, more angular appearance, although Stuart doesn’t think he’s any less handsome.

Murdoc notices him sizing him up out of the corner of his eye (how he does it, Stuart doesn’t know, since he has no pupils to show where his gaze is lying.) “What?”

“Nothing. Y’look different, that’s all.”

“Twenty years can do that to a person. You’re no spring chicken yourself, mate.”

“No, I know, but I didn’t mean it like bad-different. Just, different-different. You look less like a baby, ‘s what I’m saying. More like a — a velociraptor, or somethin’.“

“A velociraptor.”

“Pointy, y’know.” Stuart motions helplessly. “And green.”

Murdoc’s voice is dry. “Pointy and green. What a compliment, 2D, thank you. Really, I appreciate it.”

“Look, I dunno, it’s 4am, Muds, ‘m tired.” Stuart sighs and wraps himself tighter, leaning his head against Murdoc’s shoulder. “Can’t we watch this tomorrow?”

“Hush up,” he says with no real vitriol, and threads his fingers through Stuart’s hair. “I just wanna see this part.”

The light pours off the screen in shades of cyan, casting long shadows across the living room that jump erratically with the occasional roll of static. Stuart likes to watch it, likes the blue darkness that pools in the corners of the room, settles in the folds of his blanket, collects under the fringe near Murdoc’s eyes. He thinks it’s like being swept under a wing, or sleeping in a blanket fort right up against a window, cool and safe, free but protected. Maybe it’s a little bit like what moonlight must feel like, or maybe moonshadows. Something intangible. Something that blankets your heart.

“D’you ever think about what it would have been like if it didn’t happen?”

Murdoc’s voice is low and musing, less of a question than a thought opened to the air. He’s still looking at the screen, and if Stuart hadn’t been paying attention, he might have thought he didn’t say anything at all.

“If I didn’t happen, I mean. To you.”

It’s a question that Stuart’s asked himself periodically over the past twenty years. Sometimes more often, sometimes few and far between. There have been many times that he has looked in the mirror and not recognized himself — he remembers that sometimes, when they were recording the self-titled, or even Demon Days, he would wake up and stumble into the bathroom and start screaming because he had forgotten what had happened to him and he didn’t recognize the black eyed, toothless face that stared back. There have been many times that he has looked at pictures of himself from the past and not recognized himself either — they had all gone to Crawley to visit his mother and the headless Cyborg for his last birthday, and when his mother had brought out the old photo albums Stuart had not for the life of him been able to pick himself out of a group of his school friends. At times he has thought about this question and squashed down the thoughts that roiled up deep inside of him because all the what-ifs and could-haves made him want to vomit. At times he has looked around him, looked at Murdoc, and thought that he would not have wanted it any way else.

Of course he thinks about what it would have been like. Of course. He’s only human, after all.

Onscreen, Noodle interrupts a muffled argument that had broken out between them all with rapid Japanese and launches into the beginning, jangling riffs of Re-Hash. Murdoc’s eyes have still not left the screen, but the question still drifts in the air.

“I think,” says Stuart, “that if you hadn’t happened to me, then everything would be different. But not bad-different. Just. Different-different, right? And maybe — maybe there’s other worlds out there where you didn’t happen t’me, and maybe there’s some where you happened too much. Maybe there’s infinite worlds out there, and everything and everyone that’s happened to me, or you, or anyone, did or didn’t happen, in all the different combinations possible.”

He’s singing now, on the television, and it’s strange to hear his voice coming from the Stuart that he is and the Stuart that he was simultaneously. Re-Hash rolls over them, humming in the background like static:

It’s a sweet sensation over the dub

Oh, what a situation that don’t wanna stop

It’s the drugstore soul boy over the dub

With the sweetest inspiration, we don’t wanna stop

“The point is,” he continues, and the light is stretched across Murdoc’s face now as he looks down at him, piercing and straight on, curving electric down his cheek, stark against his dark eyes, “that I do think about it. It’s something that happened, and not something anyone can ignore. And sometimes I’m happy about it, ‘n sometimes I’m sad, and mostly I don’t know. But I can’t change it, and you can’t change it, ‘cause this is our reality, right? All we can do is make peace with it, really. ‘S different-different, and for me, at least, I think that’s okay.”

It is very quiet, the barest hint of music floating out towards them from the video. Then Murdoc nods, and gently presses his lips to Stuart’s temple.

“Guess you’ve changed over the past twenty years too, Stu.” The pad of Murdoc’s thumb brushes Stuart’s cheek, and Stuart lets his head fall to press against Murdoc’s chest, feeling his heart beat as the TV plays, and thinks that, just maybe, Murdoc had to happen to him, like someone out there’s writing their lives out like a story, like no matter what, it couldn’t ever have been any other way. Maybe that makes them soulmates, he supposes. Just a little bit.

He can hear his own voice singing in tandem with Noodle’s, and Russel’s, and Murdoc’s on the television. He’s always liked Re-Hash, because it was the first song they ever wrote and performed together as a band, and because it’s the only song where they all sing together as one, his own voice pressing them forward, Russel steady underneath, Murdoc rumbling low at the bottom, and Noodle skating over the top. Stuart leans back into the couch, facing the television again, watching himself crowded around a battered microphone with Noodle and Murdoc, Russel at his drumset in the back. He reaches up to the hand cupping his cheek, twining his fingers into it, and he squeezes gently, and softly, tentatively, Murdoc squeezes back.

The darkness crouches in the corners like a lingering embrace, the light spilling bright across the two of them together in comforting blues, and in that moment, everything that has ever happened is meant to be.

‘When I look at you...I’m home’ - Eobard Thawne

Note: I own not the gif or the picture and I know…Whoa that’s not Eobard Thawne that’s another one of Tom’s characters from a different program. My response is Shhhh!. Also feel to tell me if you’re bored of the amount of Harrison, Eobard and HR fics, and I’ll try to incorporate another character. I’m already in the process of a fic for someone who asked me to make one. I’m putting the final touches into it. Don’t fret I haven’t forgotten. Anyway onwards to the fic.

“Now Barry this isn’t just my confession. I need you, and I know I don’t deserve this but it’s not for me, I need you to give [Name] a USB. It’s plugged into my office computer.” The video recording of the thing played. His voice softer than it had been moments ago. His face relaxed as he looked somewhere off screen. His eyes following something, and Barry knew who it was. “Please Allen. It’s for [Name]”

He didn’t know why he gave into the last request of a dead liar but he did. He passed over the USB to the broken soul before him. His soft rub of their shoulder as he questioned whether he should stay as support. They needed the support but they waved him away. Their fingers caressing the plastic drive.

A blank expression graced their features as they stared at the screen. The USB loading as they tapped the lone file, its contents already opening on the screen. They could see the video, see his excitement. They saw it in the sway his dimples showed as a smirk played at the corners of his mouth; and in the way his eyes visibly brightened.

It was silent as the video began to play, the laughter that sounded. The familiar van that sat in the back of the video, its engine running covering Cisco’s rambling and Barry’s words.

“Are we still rolling?” He all but yelled and they laughed. A tear falling from the corner of their eyes. He might have been a liar, one that wasn’t worth the pain but they loved him nonetheless. They loved the way his brows raised when he was in a particularly happy mood, one they hadn’t seen for a while after the explosion. “Hello” he smiled, his eyes looked almost like they were staring straight at them, not at the camera.

“Dr Wells, are you sure you want to do this now? Couldn’t you just tell [Name] when you see each other tonight” Caitlin asked from behind him. She was always the voice of reason, on any day. They had gone to her initially after they’d found out about Eobard Thawne. Their whole world had fallen that day, the normal buzzing bright life had turned dull and silent. Almost like someone had pierced their ears and they were suddenly going blind.

“I can’t do it later. We’re having dinner and anyway this is for our anniversary. One year from now.” He paused, he was actually happy; this wasn’t the act. This was actual joy and they could see it. “Anyhow, this is my message to you, although if I hate it. I’ll change it” They laughed, the tears still falling. He was always so set on things unless it came to himself. He was never sure he was doing things right. It was funny to think he was only like that because he was trying to fit into the past.

The screen cut and this time he was sat at home at their home. Their favourite song playing in the background, like a mood setter. Part of his face had been covered by shadow, his other part illuminated by the table lamp.

“As you can see, this isn’t the last clip.” He sounded glum, his words low and his eyes carting off into the distance behind the camera. Something was there, someone perhaps. They couldn’t be sure. “You probably know by now I’m not Harrison Wells. Harrison Wells was never in love with you.”

He shifted, and the sound of paper flying to the ground and a glass tapping another glass surface rang through the video. He’d been drinking, of course he had. It was how he calmed from a particularly tedious day. His gaze faltered to the surface of the desk as he figured out his next sentences.

“It was never my intention- it was-. I was just trying to get home.” He sounded, his words falling effortlessly in the air. An audible sigh and a shaky inhale and he looked back up. “It wasn’t until the second month I had known you that, when I look at you…I’m home. And I’ve gone so long feeling alone…you…make me feel like I’m not alone. I don’t want that to go away…I don’t want you to go away” He trailed off, he turned his head away from the camera. He faced the shadows. They knew why he was doing that; why he was hiding his behind the shroud of darkness. He was crying. He didn’t want them to see but the glint of the liquid that trailed down his face was too obvious to hide.

“It’s too late now. I was too late. Harrison Wells may never have loved you but I did.” He paused, “He may never have watched you when you concentrated on a puzzle; admired the content smile on your face when someone brought you flowers. I did. He may never have been there when you cried, when you watched that sad video of the animals that were being rescued. I was. I should have been content with it all. I should have left it all at how it was but I’d spent so long trying to get home. So long manipulating the situations, the acts, I couldn’t just abandon it. I should have. I know that now, I could have continued being Harrison Wells for eternity as long as you loved me, cared about me. As long as you spoke to me. I would have been happy. I ruined it and I have never been sorrier. Never felt guiltier.”

His left hand ran across his mouth and his eyes flew above the camera again. A soft smile formed on his face, and they knew now. They knew what he had been looking at. He had been watching them dance across his kitchen making dinner. Miming to the words being played. How had they forgotten that moment?

“I’m sorry [Name]. I love you. And if in some distorted way you loved me too, I’ll know you’re broken. Go find someone because I want you to be happy. I want you to find someone worthy of you. Who isn’t a liar, a cheat; a fraud. Someone who isn’t me.” He finished. His hand flying to the camera.

All That Remains of Lance McClain Part 3

hey all, sorry i wasn’t as active recently, I had to study for an exam that i really really needed to pass! Anyway, here’s part 3 of my what remains of edith finch au 

i had some trouble coming up with a way to connect lance to the game in a way that would make sense, considering how the game actually plays out in the end and i think i’ve come up with a good alternative?? anyway, please enjoy! I did cut it off at a cliff hanger, bc i felt like it was getting a bit too long. I will be continuing it soon, so don’t worry abt that!


Keith looked up to see Hunk rooting through several cassettes before pulling one labeled ‘McClain House and family history, by Alexa McClain for Lance McClain.’ Pidge, who’s eye had been caught by an innocuous looking cassette player, grabbed it and handed it to Hunk, who put the cassette into it.

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Fun Facts about “Blue Comeback Trailer [B.A.P FMV]”

The video can be viewed here

  • I started working on this project on August 20th and wanted to have it done by September 5th (the latest), but it took longer than expected.
  • During the first three weeks of working on this project, I had a summer job, which meant that I was working eight hours a day and was tired out when I got back home/had to make sure I got enough sleep to not mess up at work. Due to this, the time I could work on the video was very limited.
  • This project was inspired by my impatience for the B.A.P teasers. Originally, the plan was to integrate the already released teaser picture (the blue screen) and make it look like a hacker attack, but due to missing footage for that I had to discard the idea.
  • Including all their previous mvs was an idea inspired by the members posts about the old days.
  • I went through tons of other songs until a friend of mine sent me the one I ended up using. I still can’t thank her enough for that. I’d probably still be searching without her.
  • The music videos (27 in total) used in the FMV are in chronological order, and I combined the Korean ones with the Japanese ones. However, I excluded the Japanese versions of Warrior, No Mercy, and One Shot due to time and style issues. Different from the Japanese version of Honeymoon for example, the Japanese One Shot version doesn’t have any similar scenes with the Korean version.
  • While re-watching all those B.A.P mvs, I got really emotional about how much they have grown as a group, individuals, and artists. I’m honestly just so proud of how far they have come, especially considering the struggles they (and many other K-Pop groups) had/have to face.
  • When I thought myself done with cutting together the music videos and moved on to doing the text stuff, I realized that I had forgotten to include the video for B.A.B.Y and the Japanese version of Feel So Good … So I went back and tried my best to edit them in.
  • Surprisingly, the two videos I struggled with the least were Crash and Skydive. With Crash I thought it’d be tough because it isn’t a professionally filmed mv (just like B.A.B.Y), and with Skydive … well … I admit I had to cut 99% of the plot to fit ten minutes into seven or eight seconds. But in the end it went really well and I was done in like no time.
  • The videos that took me the longest … I’m not quite sure anymore. Basically all the others tho.
  • Throughout the entire time I was working on this project, I was supported by my amazing friends, who had to deal with me ranting/whining about my struggles, countless poorly filmed recordings of parts of the video playing on my laptop screen, and who helped me to come up with ideas and gave me tips on how to improve the video. I would still be working on this without them … or maybe I would’ve just quit.
“The Final Problem” didn’t confirm that James Moriarty is Dead but it might have just confirmed that he’s Alive

I know. We’re all upset. We’re bothered. We’re hurt. “The Final Problem” didn’t go the way we wanted it to. I despised the episode the first time I watched it. I loathed it the second time I watched it. But the third time, well, the third time was different. 

James Moriarty is alive. “The Final Problem” isn’t the end of his plan. It’s the beginning. 

What I’ve complied will hopefully make this episode make sense. 

Here are the topics I’m going to discuss, in detail:

  • What is Eurus’ grand plan? And why and how would Moriarty help her with that? 
  • What’s the significance of Eurus telling Moriarty “Redbeard”?
  • What is Moriarty’s “Final Problem”?
  • The Flashback scene gives the writers credibility when they bring Moriarty back in Series 5
  • Why would Moriarty say “This is a recorded message” and why would Eurus mention that Jim is dead?
  • Who was Eurus’ and Culverton Smith’s mutual friend? 
  • What is the meaning of the number 13 on Mycroft’s fridge?
  • Who hacked all of the tv screens in London?
  • This episode gave us no new evidence that Moriarty is dead; some recorded videos and a character saying it. We’ve all seen this before. 
  • If “The Final Problem” is over, why record Andrew Scott as Moriarty, implying that we haven’t seen the last of him?

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