opens door

drumming song (m)

requestfantasy au ; dark faerie!tae. for @lthyl ♡

pairing: taehyung | reader
genre: angst, smut
word count: 7.048
warnings: none.

The shift in the atmosphere is thick and sharp the moment you enter the house. On the outside, there was barely a sound shifting the air — only an unsettling silence as you watched the magnanimous house rising right in front of you, tainted by the stutter of your heart that seemed to want to get out of your chest.

You were nervous, body buzzing before you opened the unlocked door and entered what looked like another dimension. From the outside, you’d guess it was just another abandoned house — with its darkened windows and unkempt garden, jagged walls and gloomy atmosphere; the ghost of a residence that stirred with past lives.

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unpopular opinion (?) but i don’t think Sherlocks darkest secret is that he’s in love with john, that is a secret but not of a dark nature. a dark secret is something deeply disturbing you keep from people you know to protect them, to protect yourself and from what we’ve seen is something twisted that could have happened in Sherlocks past.

i think The Secret will be revealed, desperate and raw, while sherlock is being tested and torn open by his dark secret. this series is about all secrets. Sherlocks secrets, Mycrofts secrets, Marys secrets… they’re all blasting the doors wide open, nothing can be hidden anymore 

liquid courage

A small bit of what happens next, because it was in my head.


Once inside, he fiddles with the bottles long enough that Vex starts to worry. “Percy …” She backs up a step, giving him space, reaching for the robe she keeps next to the bed. “If this isn’t something you want …”

His head snaps up. For the first time since she opened the door, he really looks her in the eye - and then he’s back in her personal space, grabbing her wrist before she can touch the robe. “I assure you,” he says, his voice low enough to give Vex the shivers, “I really, really do.”

And then he’s kissing her - and oh, if he’d kissed her like this the first time, they might have set the forest alight. She wraps her arms around his neck and surrenders to him … at least momentarily. When they break to gasp for breath, she pokes him. “In that case, you need to be wearing far less clothing. The buttons on your trousers are very cold.”

“My apologies, darling. In my defense, I was expecting it to take a bit longer to lure you out of your clothes.” 

“Perhaps if you’d given me an indication that you intended to end up here …” She pokes him again. “Sometimes it doesn’t pay to be inscrutable.” 

“Fair enough.” Percy kisses the tip of her nose. “For the record, I always intended to spend tonight making love to you.”

“Good. Now,” she says, stepping out of his arms. The air is cold, but the look he’s giving her warms her to her core. “You take care of your clothes, I’ll take care of the Courage. Deal?”

“Vex, you already have enough courage for both of us.” 

She turns back to the table, laughing; he’s already working on the buttons of his shirt by the time she turns away. And a few moments later, when his naked body presses against her back, she wonders if they’ll even get to the liquid courage at all.

(The answer, it turns out: they get to it later. Much later.)


Not only did Richard Chase claim the lives of six people during his lifetime, but he also committed a number of random and senseless acts of violence.

Some time in the year 1997, Richard visited his mother and chose to greet her by thrusting a dead cat in her face once she had opened the door, he continued to throw the cat on the ground, rip open its stomach, stick his hands inside of the cat, then smear its blood over his face whilst screaming.

On 27th December 1977, two days before killing his first victim, Richard fired a .22 calibre handgun through the kitchen window of a Sacramento woman, however, no one was harmed.

On 11th January 1978, Richard attacked and restrained a fellow neighbour after he asked her for a cigarette, letting her go once she had turned over the entire pack. Two weeks following this incident, he broke into a house and robbed it, then urinated in a drawer containing the clothing of an infant and defecated on the bed of a child.



So. Prompto. Nifilheim. Let’s talk about some shit. 

Nifilheim breeds humans like livestock to use in their experiments. These humans are branded and numbered at birth. Probably categorized too maybe Idk. So Prompto has this bar code tattooed on his wrist. A key code that can open doors in Nifilheim bases. I always wondered why he always wore that ugly wristband… And now the bracelets but those are cute so I didn’t really question those. He probably has some markings on his arm too. An ID number maybe? That would explain the bandana. We all know it was hiding something. Prompto was born to be turned into a daemon. He somehow escaped the base as a baby or a toddler. He was with Noct in elementary school at age 8, so he must have been too little to remember. I hope his DLC tells us wtf happened and how tf he got into Lucis, Insomnia too of all places damn. So that explains why he had a sad and lonely childhood living alone, no family, no friends, living off of fast food because he can’t cook and it’s cheap so he got fat (I relate rip), and not having a chance to develop or learn any social skills. Thus him being far too nervous to approach Noct when they were kids. Back to the main theory I want to discuss. I am honestly surprised no one has made this connection yet… But I see how it could be very easily overlooked. There is a boss fight in a certain familiar cave we all know. Fociaugh Hollow. We need to go find Ramuh’s totem or whatever, that’s cool. We’ve been in there before in a certain wonderful demo. However, something is very wrong here this time, and it is way more significant than we think. The Naga. She’s a daemon created by Nifilheim, as are all of the daemons. She was once a human… Being breeded… Before being horribly experimented on and transformed into a giant snake daemon. Why does that matter, hmm? Because she says something very, very interesting. She says “My baby…” and grabs, who else? Prompto. She rips Prompto off of the cliff, claiming he is her baby. Is that really what she meant? Possibly. Was she just angry at the intruders? Probably. However, she continues with the weirdly specific dialogue with the boys. She asks Noctis, “My baby… Where?” Now, this might not seem significant, but it’s the answer options that make it so. Noct can answer with “I don’t know”, or “I know where.” Maybe he just wants to bluff to get out of it. Maybe. However if you say you do know where, she immediately claims that you stole him from her. Why would you steal a baby Naga? Why wouldn’t she think “oh you know where he is? Can you bring him here/take me to him?” Maybe because she’s a mindless killing machine? No. She knows where her son is. She wants him back. She misses her baby. She is not just a mindless, heartless killing machine at all. The human who lost her baby is still in there, crying out for her son. Of course, these boys have no idea that’s even the case or that turning humans into daemons is even possible at this point. At this point in the game, they still have no idea where these daemons are coming from, and they still think the MTs are just machines, not daemons inside electronic exoskeletons. Prompto has no clue either. He doesn’t know his mother could be a daemon now. He’s just panicking and freaking out that a giant slimey snake monster just ripped him off of a cliff in a dark scary cave. But that daemon could very possibly be, and probably is, what has become of Prompto’s mother. And the saddest part is, she knows. She knows full well. She recognized him. She knew that was her baby. She knew (assumed) Noct took him from her. When really neither Noct or Prompto have any idea at all who she really is or what happened to her or baby Prompto. She was sad. She wanted her son back. And what’s even more sad? Her son was the one who ended up killing her. 

Morality and mortality at market

(Gallons of milk remind me I was once useful.)

I want bananas- more bananas
because they are are solid and easy
and make me feel I’m doing something right-
until they brown within days, reminding me
of good intentions gone awry.

I open the door for anyone
except myself.

Kale is manna for my lizard
but seems like poisoned grass to me,
which makes me wonder if my taste buds
are ruined for anything natural
after years of phosphate abuse.

The deli is a dirty place - asking for
salted meats and watching
as beef glides along a spinning blade
with plastic-coated hands
feels pornographic.
Which reminds me to again
to clear my browser history.

Rows and rows of boxes and cans
that just need time and water
to make food appear tasty
has me thinking of armageddon.
Too much History Channel
and daydreams about bomb shelters.

How much sex in a bomb shelter
could make one forget
the world is ending outside?

Tissues- more damn tissues
since I can’t stop crying
over my charmed life
that I’m trying not to screw up.
The challenge doesn’t get old
but melancholy sure does.
Tweezers for the new chin hairs
that have heralded my mid-40s
like little bullies bent
on making me feel like a mutant.

A new shelf- for the first time today-
anti aging face cream,
because though I held up well
for 44 years, #45 has beaten me up
like a bastard-
and I’ve fought bastards before;
though I don’t want to look younger,
I just don’t want to look so tired or sad.
Maybe there is no cream for that.

The bakery is always at the end
of my shopping trip,
with my private heaven
waiting to be wrapped in paper
and devoured as soon as I get to the car.

Have I really been at this for decades
and can I keep going?
Will I recede into Stepford complacency
or will I keep my own step and voice
even though it’s mostly to entertain myself?

Yooooo guys what if “I love you” is some sort of a password? It literally says “Tell me your darkest secret”. What if the only way to get out of this creepy tunnel (probably a deadly trap) is to say something that’s a deep, well guarded secret, something he always meant to say and never have? What if it literally goes like this:

Voice: Tell me your secret.
Sherlock: *tries different things, nothing works*
Voice: No, a secret. Tell me something you’ve never said, but always wanted.
Sherlock: I love you. 
Door: *opens*
John: *makes THAT face (you know which one)*

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Freddy was awake on his round stage in the breaker room. He couldn’t sleep. The technician wasn’t supposed to be here today so that was half why he was bored. He then heard someone open the breaker room door. The technician wasn’t supposed to be here today…right? He then closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

I See the Moon

Request:  could you please do a newt imagine where he accidentally sees you changing and as a result sees the tattoos you have down your back (the phases of the moon)

Character: Newt Scamander

AN: I feel a little iffy on this one, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated!


You had gone to change your shirt after Dougall had thrown up on you. It wasn’t his fault he was sick, but you were beginning to run out of clean shirts. 

Newt sat at the kitchen table with his hands wrapped around a steaming mug of tea. Suddenly, he remembered that he had forgotten to ask you about the research you had been conducting on the relationships between the demiguise and the occamies and got up to ask you.

He opened the door to the room that you were all staying in. “Hey, (Y/N), I wanted to ask-” 

He stopped mid sentence when he saw the bare skin of your back, clean and unmarred except for the tattoos running down your spine. Before he could figure out what they were, you had whipped around with the shirt clutched to your chest, squealing “Newt!”

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SNL (Imagine)

Tonight Shawn was due to play SNL, and he had kindly passed on his illness to you. You didn’t mind though, as the main priority was that he was fit and well for one of the performances he was most excited about. This meant however, that you were stuck in bed, not being able to go and watch Shawn live. Shawn really didn’t want you stay up and watch him, but you wouldn’t have missed it for the world, even if it meant watching it on TV like everyone else. Besides, you were too nervous to sleep. You really wanted this to go well for Shawn.

You managed to stay awake for Shawn’s performance and were blown away as per usual. You knew he had people to meet afterwards and wouldn’t be back for another hour or two, but you were determined to stay awake and congratulate Shawn whilst he’s still hyped.

An hour later you hear the hotel door open quietly and you see Shawn walk in. Ignoring your head ache, you sit up slowly and smile widely at him.
“Hi” you say gently.
“What are you doing awake?” He asked, with a wide smile on his face. You can tell he’s concerned but happy that you’re awake to see him.
“I wanted to say well done” you grin opening your arms, which he gladly accepts.
“But you’re ill hunny” he laughs into your shoulder, before pulling away.
“Obviously not ill enough to watch you though” you grin. He laughs again, before raising an eyebrow.
“So does that mean you can still kiss me?” He asks.
“Just about” you grin, leaning in to kiss him.

i’m sorry this is so short and 100 millions years late aha! hope you liked it!

anonymous asked:

Sonja I know this isn't about me and that you have your own sadness to deal with but I don't know how I'm supposed to move on and go to places on Monday when the person I love and admire so much has just lived through this unimaginable tragedy, I don't know what to do with my love for him and how to deal with this bursting feeling of PRIDE but he looked so thin and exhausted, I feel like we're not doing enough but there's nothing else we can do. I'm sorry for this but I just need to tell someone

be kind. to everyone. hold the doors open for the people behind you. give change to the homeless people you pass when you have some to spare. smile at strangers who look like they’re having a hard day. offer your time and your compassion to the people in your life who are struggling.

next time you’re at a coffee shop, buy one for the person behind you in line too. pay it forward whenever you can. donate to charity when you have a little extra disposable income at the end of the month. 

the next time you’re catching up with a coworker, friend or family member, don’t just talk, listen. ask them about their day and show that you’re genuinely interested in their life.

look at the legacy of love and compassion jay left behind her. strive to be the kind of person who leaves people feeling better after engaging with you.

i know it feels like there’s not a lot we can do right now, but being the best person you can be and honouring jay’s memory through acts of kindness and empathy is going to make more of a difference than you know.

This morning I got a call from Jonathan asking if I had gotten my ten year anniversary gift yet and when I said no, he told me to open my front door. Guess what the gift was? It was him and a few other of the original cast members. I’m crying because I love them but also that means I’ve gotta make dinner for a lot of people and I don’t want to go to the grocery store. Besides that, if you hear a lot of noise in Royal Hills, I’m sorry. You’re welcome to join and watch whatever unfolds.

Sleepover (Open Para)

Dinah smiled as she finished getting the apartment ready for the sleepover. She was glad that pretty much all the girls, except for one or two, couldn’t attend she was also happy that she had space for everyone. “Okay D, hopefully there’s no drama tonight.” She said. She ran a hand through her hair and smiled when she heard a knock on the door. Dinah skipped happily over to the door and opened it with a smile. “Hi! She said to the girl standing in front of her. “Come on in!” She moved aside so they could come in.

[Jungkook Fluff] Warm Tea and Kisses

Originally posted by chimchams

“Jungkooooook” You groaned into your phone, “I’m dyiiiiing.” You whined, causing yourself to cough. 

“(y/nnnnn) why are you ‘dyiiiiing’?” He mimicked you. “Is somebody siiiiick?” You sneezed and Jungkook took that as your response. “I’m at practice right now, but I’ll finish up early and I’ll come over. How does that sound?” 

You sniffled, “Bring throat lozenges, pleeeeease?” He chuckled.

“Of course, I have to go now, I’ll be there soon.” He hung up before you could say another word. You were weak from the fever that you had and so you fell asleep not long after the call had ended.

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Vetinari pushed open the double doors. “Voilà,” he said.
“That’s some kind of musical instrument, isn’t it, sir?”
“No, Commander, the word means ‘What is that in the table?’” said the Patrician sharply.
Vimes looked into the room. There was no one there. The long mahogany table was bare.
Except for the axe. It had embedded itself in the wood very deeply, almost splitting the table along its entire length. Someone had walked up to the table and brought an axe down right in the center as hard as they could and then left it there, its handle pointing towards the ceiling.
“That’s an axe,” said Vimes.
“Astonishing,” said Lord Vetinari. “And you’ve barely had time to study it. Why is it there?”
“I really couldn’t say, sir.”
“According to the servants, Sir Samuel, you came into the palace at six o’clock this morning…”
“Oh, yes, sir. To check that the bastard was safely in a cell, sir. And to see that everything was all right, of course.”
“You didn’t come into this room?”
Vimes kept his gaze fixed somewhere on the horizon. “Why should I have done that, sir?”
The Patrician tapped the axe handle. It vibrated with a faint thumping noise. “I believe some of the City Council met in here this morning. Or came in here, at least. I’m told they hurried out very quickly. Looking rather disturbed, I’m told.”
“Maybe it was one of them that did it, sir.”
“That is, of course, a possibility,” said Lord Vetinari. “I suppose you won’t be able to find one of your famous Clues on the thing?”
“Shouldn’t think so, sir. Not with all these fingerprints on it.”
“It would be a terrible thing, would it not, if people thought they could take the law into their own hands…”
“Oh, no fear of that, sir. I’m holding on tightly to it.”

– Vimes and Vetinari | Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay

I can hear

a life, just
outside my door
people talking
in the staircase
a party
going on
every time
anyone opens a door
I can hear them
my neighbors
having fun
and what not
having arguments
because they scream
at each other
maybe drunkenly
but more and more
and in between
there’s music
down the hallways
capturing the argument
taking it back inside
and closing the door
and I find
that the silence
adorning my night
once more

Take care of you (Jelena one shot)

(Justin’s POV)

It was finally my day off and I decided to spend it with Selena,we don’t really get to spend time together and I hate it.
“Baby I’m here”-I yelled when I opened the door,but instead of her jumping in my arms I found no one in the house.Weird I made my way upstairs and stepped into her room,I saw her laying in the bed and she quickly pulled the covers all the way up so she could hide from me
“What’s wrong baby ?”-I asked walking to the bed and sitting down on the bed
“I don’t want you to see me”-She replied,and I could tell her nose was stuffy and her throat sore,I wrapped my arms around the blanket and laid my head on her chest
“Are you sick ?”-I asked,she finally pulled the blanket down and looked at me,her nose was red,and her eyes puffy,she nodded
“Awww”-I got up and put my lips on her forehead planting a kiss there
“You don’t have a fever”
“You should go home”
“No way,I’m taking care of you”
“But you will become sick too”
“Don’t worry about it”-I said taking off my shoes and climbing on the bed next to her,she cuddled close to me
“Sorry for ruining your day off”-She mumbled
“Don’t be silly as long as I’m with you,it’s not ruined”-I said running my hand up and down her back,she buried her face in my chest
“I hate being sick”-She mumbled
“I know”-I said,I hated it when she was sick,but at the same time she was extra cuddly and I didn’t mind it at all.she was so cute
“And I want Mcdonald’s”-She mumbled
“You want McDonald’s ?”
She nodded against my chest
I kissed her head before getting up and putting my shoes on
“Try and get some sleep while I’m away”-I said leaning down and kissing her forehead

15 minutes later I was already back with our food,I’ve put everything on a tray and made my way to Selena’s room,I saw that she was asleep,so I slowly put the tray on the nightstand and put my hand on her forehead to check her temperature,she still didn’t have a fever which is good
“Babe the food is here”-I said slightly shaking he
“Mmmm thank you”-She mumbled when she opened her eyes,she slowly sat up resting her back against the headboard
“Do you want to watch a movie while we eat ?”
She nodded,I took my shoes down again,and climbed next to her putting the tray on our leg,while searching for a movie on the T.V.
“What do you want to watch ?”
“Frozen”-She replied taking a french fry in her mouth,I smiled at her cuteness,24 year old and she wants to watch frozen.I love this girl too much
We started eating as the movie started.
“Look it’s a big one”-I said showing Selena a big french fry I accidentally grabbed,I fed her the fry and she smiled proudly

2 Hours later the movie finished
“Thank you so much for taking care of me I love you”-She mumbled sleepily
“Always baby”-I said kissing her cheek and slowly drifting away to sleep

I Was bored