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doors in survival horror/horror vidya
  • Silent Hill: The door is rusted shut. It also has no knob and isn't real. None of these doors are. What, did you think we'd let you in any of these doors? Fucking idiot.
  • Resident Evil: This door requires an absurdly specific key only obtainable by doing an absurd puzzle. Why is everything in this building fucking locked?
  • Resident Evil 4: Just kick the door in half. You don't give a fuck. Fuck this guy's house, it's my house now.
  • Haunting Ground: Go print out some words on a stone printer. They're like keycards. But rocks.
  • Rule of Rose: Some little fucker is going to shut the door on you. What a prick.
  • Dino Crisis: I hope you like scrabble.
  • Dino Crisis 2: It seems that someone misplaced a large vehicle into this door. Go find a key in a pond to open the other door.
  • Fatal Frame: Hey I hope you like doing silly puzzles because here's a clock, go ahead and input that time you read about earlier.
  • Left 4 Dead: I mean, yeah, that door opens, but the hunter behind it isn't going to make things easier for you. Oops, it was just a horde.
  • Penumbra: Well that door's right fucked, innit? You see those boxes over there? You know what to do.
  • Amnesia: Same as above but with Mr. Struts on your ass the entire time.
  • S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: If it's a locked door, you're gonna need a keycode. Hope you're ready to fight the burer behind it. The pseudogiant, too.
  • X-COM: There's a lobsterman behind that door. Don't open it. Don't even open the sub door. There's lobstermen out there. Time to leave.
  • Cryostasis: You're going to have to go into some guy's memories and make it so that he doesn't get dead to get through this door. Or maybe a bear's memories. Awesome.
  • Echo Night Beyond: Look through some really slow moving cameras until you figure out what you need to open the door, then proceed to immediately make a mad dash for the items while a ghost of a little girl kinda jogs towards you in an apparently immensely threatening fashion because your heart rate is literally breaking 300 bpm whenever she's within 3 feet of you.

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17 bunnyribbit w/ efi and the three omnic characters please

Hoo boy that’s a lot of characters! But this prompt is really cute so I’m gonna do it!

17. Gardening

Efi was perched on Orisa’s shoulders as D.Va and Lúcio gave the grand tour of the Watchpoint.

“So this is the launch tower,” said Lúcio, gesturing upward, “We don’t use it all that often, but there’s a really great view from the maintenance platforms.”

“I still can’t believe Winston won’t let me launch my MEKA into the stratosphere,” said D.Va, putting her hands on her hips. She turned on her heel to face Orisa and Efi, “Welp! That’s about it for the tour! As you can see the Watchpoint’s totally safe!”

Efi smiled, “See Orisa? Totally safe!” but Orisa’s photoreceptors narrowed skeptically.

“My neural mapping indicates that there is a section of the watchpoint that has not been covered in this tour,” she said, folding her arms.

D.Va and Lúcio exchanged glances, “Well… we just gave you the tour we got when we first got here,” said Lúcio, “It should have covered everything.”

“Not everything,” said Orisa, turning around and walking off with Efi protesting atop her shoulders.

“Orisa, you can’t just walk away, that’s rude!” Efi folded her arms and pouted.

“Your safety is my primary concern,” said Orisa, “We must investigate this area to be sure that this Watchpoint is indeed safe.”

Lúcio and D.Va quickly followed after Orisa and Efi as they headed off around the main hangar of the watchpoint to a fenced-off area. One area of the fence however, was flattened.

“Huh,” said D.Va as Orisa walked over the flattened point in the fence. She stepped over the flattened chain-link as well and took a few steps into a heavily grassy and overgrown sunlit area that received a nice breeze off the sea despite being further inland than most of the watchpoint. There was a small fence lining what must have been a garden at some point, with rusted and oxidized solar panels and a dilapidated greenhouse. Lining the area were several overgrown citrus trees, their branches groaning with fruit.

Lúcio whistled behind D.Va. “Man, Winston’s been holding out on us.”

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Just Roommates: Part 4


Here is a longish~ one. 

Plot- Jungkook as your roommate+College Adventures lol.

Characters- Y/N, Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jin, Namjoon

Word Count- 2k+

A/N- lot of talking here. 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Part 5

casual texting shit- part 1, part 2



My hands were shaking as I was scrolling through my phone trying to get Y/N’s contact. “Shit.” I whispered to myself as I get an incoming message from an unknown number.

UNKNOWN- I forgot the keys.

JK- Who’s this?

UNKNOWN- It’s me. Y/N.

JK- Oh damn! Sorry. Where are you?

Y/N-  I’m outside our apartment.

I choked on my own saliva when I read “our apartment”. This was happening for real. I was so nervous even while texting her.


JK- omg. I’m not anywhere around :(

Y/N- fml. What do I do now?

JK- Can you come to the park which is near the bridge?


Y/N- I guess…

JK- I’m so sorry I’m stupid


Y/N- No Jungkook its okay. I should have taken the keys from you before.

JK- Yeah let it go.

She sees the messages and disappears.

God. Did I just invite her to invade my private time? I thought to myself. Could I even ask her for the ‘hike’ thing. I had no clue what I was about to do when she got here. My soul was stone cold. I just sat on the bench thinking about life I general when I felt a hand creep on my shoulder.

“What the fuccccccccccccccccccccccck!” I tripped off the bench and had a heart attack. LOWKEY.

“Holy shit! Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you off! Oh, my god, Jungkook! Are you okay?”. It was Y/N.

“God Jesus! It’s just you, Y/N… I thought I almost died.” I told her. As I got up, she held my arm and starts to dust me.

“My bad I should have called before suddenly getting here.” She apologised sweetly touching her neck.


“Nah, its fine. Come on sit down for a while. You must be tired from travelling.” I offered her confidently.


Dude, Jungkook totally asked me to sit next to him. I can’t even, with this guy anymore. This is the end of my life and I am going to die as a happy woman. This man is a blessing. It hadn’t even been 2 days and I am already so done.

“Ah- yeah. Thanks.” I stammered. I would stammer when I got nervous or anxious about something and especially when it was this Greek god sat 5 inches away from me.

“So, how was your day?” Jungkook asked breaking the wind.

“Um, it was good. I’m excited for college.” I told.

“Oh yeah, me too.” He smiled.

-awkward silence-

“What about you?” I asked him to break the awkward silence.

“Well, it was eventful. I met my hyungs and we might hang out soon at our place.” Jungkook told me. I killed myself inside when he said “Our Place”. What kind of a fairy tale is this? I thought.

“Oh-“ I was cut off. “Only if it’s okay with you… I don’t mean to invade your space or anything that makes you feel uncomfortable.” Jungkook said reassuring me.

“No, no, no. it’s all fine by me. Also, you can tell me if you have any specific rules. You know… just so things. Don’t. go. Bad. Ish.” I giggled reminiscing the previous day when you met.

“Ha-ha- Yeah. I do have some certain things in mind, but I’m not sure how to put them through…” Jungkook stared me in the eyes. I noticed how brightly his eyes would shine due to the sunset’s reflection.

“I’m sure you can tell me. Since we have to live under the same roof now.” I chuckled.


“I- uh- Can I have my friends over for the night, sometimes? Promise we won’t cause destructions?” This boy had the most innocent puppy eyes ever.

“Wha-! That is so cute. You can have them over. Why not?!” I told him grinning.

AISH. This guy is way too cute to be real.

“You know, it’s a thing, like, you’re a girl and you might not feel okay with having guys over…” Jungkook cutely says.

“I’m sure, I’ll too have friends over sometimes.” I told him as I noticed him rubbing his palm continuously. Was he okay?

“Also, like, I wanted to ask if you’re free for the weekend, can we- you know- talk often, like-“ I froze when he drops those words.

“Jungkook…” I was so emotional at this boy’s effort in making me feel so comfortable. I pet his shoulder and nodded.

Then after we went back walking all the way to our apartment. We exchanged a few words about the city and some social media crap we loved mutually. We moved along kicking pebbles and pointing at little kids playing around. I honestly felt so comfortable in his presence. It somehow felt very warm. Him being around was not that big of a deal after all. he is a human (a hot one though) and I think I was fine for now.

“So, Y/N, if you’re fine with it ithinkweshouldgoforhikingtogether.” He rapped and looked away.


My eyes were widened and my mouth slightly ajar when I hear him says those words and shut his eyes, like, ‘boiii’.

“Um- H-h-h-hike? Like with your group and stuff, right?” I was confused.

“No, like, y-y-you and I. so that we can get to know each other b-better and living would be… Easier.” Jungkook quickly replied looing away from me.

Fuck man. Did he just ask me to spend time with him. Can he be any hotter?! I just had my mouth ajar, forming an O.

“Only if you’re okay, I didn’t mean it as anything else I promise!” he cried.

I could feel his eyes screaming WHAT THE FUCK at himself.

“Cool then.” I just couldn’t be more normal with this. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I was shaking and I was so flustered.

“Um, so let’s go pack up? Or you just wanna go like this?” he asked me like an excited kid.

“Like this? NOW?!” I exclaimed, pointing down at my outfit.

“What’s wrong with this? You’re just fine. Ain’t no animals gonna hit on you.” he playfully nudged at me. “Huff.” I frowned at him.

“Okay follow me.” he started walking away.


I started to blankly follow him around the city. We stopped by a bus stop and soon enrooted.


I could feel some girls in the bus eyeing on Jungkook. He didn’t seemed to be bothered. Well he must be used to it by now. He is so handsome! His featured were so sharp and his laser like eyes could penetrate my soul. UGH. I couldn’t believe myself in THAT MOMENT. I WAS LEGIT GOING TO THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE CITY WITH MY HOT ROOMMATE WOW.

The bus journey was of about 25 minutes before we got off in the middle of some old hilly area.


Okay, fuck.

I am actually out with her now.  What the fuck on earth did I snort before taking her out like this? Literally, like, in a sweater. No food, no water, no tent, and a phone with 67% battery. Well. Fuck my life. This was happening and there was no going back. I’m glad I had a talk with her in the park. I don’t feel that uncomfortable. Ahem. Yet.

“Eh! Junkook, there is a shop there, I think we should take some stuff for survival.” She laughed.

“Ah yes please. I think it was a bad idea… not packing.” I said as I ruffled my hair.

We walked over to the shop. It was a small shop with a green tinted door, broken furniture and haunting vibes. We bought some snacks, lighters, marshmallow, and water.  

“Can we also get two tents and sleeping bags?” I asked. The shopkeeper nodded and bought us two tents and ONE sleeping bag.

“I’m so sorry, I just have one left.” He apologized as I was terrorized of not being able to sleep. Or worse, I could be eaten alive by insects and wild animals. I noticed Y/N getting flustered at having just one of those sleeping bags.


“We’ll buy it.” Y/N abruptly said. My widened at her words. I froze right there as I handed her the money blindly.

“Jungkook, let’s go.” She snapped at me.

“O” I just couldn’t. I just walked out with her.

“Are you sure you want to go?” I asked.

“WTF, it was your idea anyway. Plus we bought so much stuff, I am not dropping out.” She said storming out.

I followed, regretting my existence in that moment. It started getting darker and darker and we were finally in the woods. Beautiful coniferous trees, broken branches, stones and Y/N. This was actually better than I thought. I followed her silently through. We were distanced and I was nervous, still.

“Jungkook!” I heard her scream. “Jungkook, look!” she said pointing at a gorgeous still, simmering lake. I couldn’t help but say- “This is amazing. Let’s pitch here!”

“Oh hell yes!” she said looking in the direction of the rising moon.

“Aish, this feels creepy.” I breathed out.

We settled in for that place as we started to plan on pitching our tent. We laid the print on the ground and without talking much, got the poles. “Ay, you’re not going right!” I pointed her out.

“I don’t know how to!” she cried. “Wait, let me do that, you sit down somewhere.” I chuckled at her helplessness.

She pouted at me and sat down watching me. I felt her eyes were burning into me. so I tried to ignore her presence as much as I could.

Finally, we had both the tents pitched in.

“Hey, Y/N-“ I turned around and she was lost.


“Y/N!” I panicked. I started having psycho thoughts.

“Is she died?”

“Did a wolf kidnap her?”

“Is she abducted my aliens!?”

“Waahhhh did I kill my roommate?”

I was shook to my core. I walked around to check for her and couldn’t really guess.


“Waaah! WTF!?” I shouted.

“Got you!” I turned to see, Y/N laughing her lungs out. I let out a sigh of relief. She was okay.

“Damn you! Where’d you go?! I thought you got killed.” I clutched my heart as I was still recovering.

“I got some grass and woods! Let’s bultaoreune” she grins. (a/n- see what i did there lol k bye)

I nodded and went on to lit some fire.

We both knelled to the ground and attempted to fire up. While I was trying to produce some frictional fire, I couldn’t help my notice, how cutely, Y/N was just sat there, with her hands on the knees, watching the stones I had. We started to converse about how I knew camping because of my brother.

“Daebak! Jungkook you did it!” she clapped as we successfully lit the fire. She bought the snacks and we started to roast s’mores. She was leaned towards the fire and was getting those snacks on.


I suddenly realized that I was alone with a girl in the middle of some intense woods and it was night. And there was a girl. Next to me. Literally. And being the boy that I was, since birth, I had a habit to be infatuated with breasts like anyone else.

“Jungkook, you want something?” she asked me curiously. I was basically dead on the inside realizing that I was actually camping with a girl… Alone.

“Um, sleep. I need sleep. I am going to go now.” I got up and moved inside the tent without making any eye contact with her. However, she was still out there, watching the lake and enjoying s’mores.  


I took my phone and texted.

Jungkook- Jin Hyung… I am in danger.

Jin- Did you ask her and she throw a shoe at you? 😲

Jungkook- I am out with her rn… and I just… kill me.

Jin- HAHAHAHA, My brave son, good luck😉 just don’t leave her alone.

Well, fuck. I just did. She was out and I was inside the tent, dying. Again.


thanks if you made it to the end. much love.

also tell me what should i do next?! 

Hello Detective Chapter 37

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   Part 13   Part 14   Part 15   Part 16   Part 17   Part 18   Part 19   Part 20   Part 21   Part 22   Part 23   Part 24   Part 25   Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29 Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33   Part 34   Part 35   Part 36   Part 37   Part 38  Part 39   Part 40     Part 41   Part 42   Part 43   Part 44   Part 45   Part 46   Part 47   Part 48   Part 49   Part 50  Part 51  Part 52 Part 53  Part 54  Part 55   Part 56  Part 57 Part 58 Part 59 Part 60 Part 61

The Hollow was like nothing you had ever seen before. It was like you were down in the earth surrounded by large trees. You felt like the headless horseman was going to come running through the wood any moment. In all fairness, the place did have an eerie feel about it. It seemed like the temperature dropped ten degrees when you got there. You moved closer to Sherlock as you looked around.

When you made it to the bottom your head began to spin. You noticed several large foot prints on the ground. There was something so dark about the place. You began to feel light headed. It was almost as if every breath you took was making you more and more light headed. Like you were breathing something you shouldn’t. Your heart was racing, almost like fear.

You began to hear howling and as you turned around to find the noise your legs gave out. You fell, completely unconscious. You had never fainted before, there was something wrong with this place. On your way down, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you tried to grab Sherlock’s arm but you missed.

“Y/N?” Sherlock yelled, as he turned and saw you on the ground. He knelt down beside you, placing your head in his hands. He was shaking in fear, he couldn’t believe what he had just seen. He checked to make sure you had a pulse, which you did. You were just out cold.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” Henry kept repeating. “You saw it, didn’t you? She must have seen it.”

Sherlock picked you up and carried you out of the Hollow. Once at the edge of the woods near Henry’s house you ran into John. Another howl filled the air.

“Did you hear that? Oh my God, what happened?” John asked when he saw Sherlock carrying you.

“We saw it. We saw it!” Henry cried.

“No, I didn’t see anything. She’s unconscious, she must have fainted.” Sherlock answered.

“What? What are you talking about?” Henry asked, knowing Sherlock had seen something.

“I didn’t see anything.” Sherlock repeated as he carried you into Henry’s house and laid you down on a couch.

“I saw it. He must have. I guarantee she saw it too, that’s why she fainted.” Henry said. Sherlock knew that wasn’t the reason you fainted, it must have had something to do with the fact that you were sick. He was having trouble believing what he saw though. Henry kept rambling about seeing it.

“Henry, Henry, I need you to sit down. Try and relax, please.” John pointed to a chair while he checked on you. He too checked your pulse, relieved when it was there. John used his flashlight to check your pupils. You seemed to be fine, you would have a terrible headache when you woke up though.

“This is good. I’m not crazy. There is a hound, there is. And Sherlock, he saw it too. No matter what he says, he saw it.” Henry said.

You began to stir while John knelt beside you.

“Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?” John asked, as your eyes slowly blinked open.

“John?” You asked, slowly looking around. “What happened?”

“You fainted, we need to get you back to the Inn and to bed. I knew it was a bad idea to bring you…” John began.

“Did you see it?” Henry asked you suddenly. Your head was spinning, you had a migraine, and you just wanted to go to bed.

“I don’t.. I…” You muttered, holding your head in your hands.

“Henry, I’m going to give you something to help you sleep, but I need you to calm down okay? I need to get Y/N home.” John said, as he helped you to your feet.

He brought you back to the Inn & pub and Sherlock was sitting in front of the fire. When he saw you walk in, holding onto John’s arm for support, he jumped to his feet.

“Are you alright?” He asked, placing his hands on your arms, examining you. You nodded slowly.

“I was taking her to the room.” John said.

“I’ll take her.” Sherlock said, leading you back to the room while John stayed in the pub.

Inside the room, Sherlock sat you down on the bed and sat down next to you.

“Did you see it too, Y/N?” Sherlock asked, nervously.

“I don’t remember, I don’t think so.” You began to cry, he wrapped his arms around you. “Sherlock, that place, there something bad there. I heard something and when I turned around everything just went black.”

“I know, I know. I don’t know what I saw. I’m sorry, I got you into this mess. You could have been safely at home.” Sherlock said as he held you.

“It’s not your fault. I don’t know what happened in the Hollow Sherlock, but it wasn’t your fault.” You told him.

“Go to sleep.” Sherlock said, kissing your forehead. You nodded and laid back in the bed. You crawled under the covers as Sherlock left to meet John in the pub.

As Sherlock returned to his chair in front of the fire his mind raced. He was trying to save face with you, but once he was just with John he let go. He couldn’t believe his own eyes in the Hollow.

“Henry’s in a bad way. He’s manic.” John said once Sherlock sat down next to him. “Totally convinced there’s some mutant super-dog roaming the moors. And there isn’t, though, is there? If people knew how to make a mutant super-dog, we’d know. It’d be for sale. I mean, that’s how it works. Listen, on the moor I saw someone signaling, Morse. I guess it’s Morse. It doesn’t seem to make much sense. U,M,Q,R,A, does that mean anything? So, okay, what have we got?”

Sherlock took in a deep breath, his hands folded under his chin as he did. Sherlock said nothing so John continued to talk.

“We know there’s footprints, because Henry found them, so did the tour guide bloke. We all heard something. Maybe we should just look for whoever has got a big dog.” John offered.

“Henry’s right.” Sherlock said suddenly.

“What?” John asked confused.

“I saw it, too.” Sherlock said with shaking breath.

“What?” John asked again, thinking he was joking.

“I saw it too, John.” He said once more.

“Just… Just a minute, you saw what?” John asked, skeptical.

“A hound. Out there in the Hollow. A gigantic hound.” Sherlock said, shaking, as if he was having another psychotic break.

“Um, look, Sherlock. We have to be rational about this.” John smiled, thinking Sherlock was crazy. “Okay, now you, of all people, can’t just… Let’s just stick to what we know, yes? Stick to the facts.”

“Once you’ve ruled out the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be true.” Sherlock said quietly.

“What does that mean?” John asked, shaking his head. Sherlock picked up his glass of whiskey, his hand shaking.

“Look at me, I’m afraid John.” Sherlock laughed at himself. “Afraid.”

Sherlock took another sip of his drink.

“I’ve always been able to keep myself distant. Divorce myself from feelings. But look, you see, body’s betraying me. Interesting, yes, emotions. The grit on the lens, the fly in the ointment.” Sherlock said, clearly Henry wasn’t the only one who was manic.

“Yeah, alright, Spock just… Take it easy.” John said, looking around the pub to make sure no one else would see Sherlock like this. “You’ve been pretty wired lately, you know you have. I think you’ve just gone out there and got yourself a bit worked up.”

“Worked up?” Sherlock asked rudely.

“It was dark and scary…” John began, feeling like the only sensible adult in the room.

“Me? There’s nothing wrong with me.” Sherlock argued. He began breathing deeply, he places his fingers on his temples.

“Sherlock.”  John began, shaking his head, looking around once more. “Sherl…”

“There is nothing wrong with me! Do you understand?” Sherlock yelled. Everyone in the pub now had their eyes on him. “You want me to prove it, yes?”

John kept his head down with an angry look on his face.

“We’re looking for a dog, yes? A great big dog, that’s your brilliant theory. Cherchez le chien!” Sherlock began speaking fast. Look for the dog. “Good. Excellent. Yes. where shall we start? How about them? The sentimental widow and her son, the unemployed fisherman.”

Sherlock pointed to the two seated at a table against the wall.

“The answer’s yes.” Sherlock said rudely.

“Yes?” John asked, confused because no question was asked.

“She’s got a West Highland Terrier named Whisky, not exactly what we’re looking for!” Sherlock wailed.

“Sherlock, for God’s sake!” John scolded.

“Look at the jumper he’s wearing, hardly worn. Clearly he’s uncomfortable in it. Maybe because of the material or more likely the hideous pattern, suggests it’s a present, probably Christmas. So, he wants into his mother’s good books. Why? Almost certainly money. He’s treating her to a meal but his own portion is small. That means he want to impress her but he’s trying to economise on his own food.” Sherlock said.

“Maybe he’s just not hungry.” John argued.

“No, small plate, starter. He’s practically licked it clean. She’s nearly finished her pavlova. If she’d treated him, he’d have had as much as he wanted. He’s hungry and not well-off, you can tell by his cuffs and shoes. ‘How do you know she’s his mother?’ Who else would give him a Christmas present like that. I suppose it could be an aunt or older sister, but mother’s more likely. He was a fisherman, the scarring pattern on the back of his hands is distinctive. Fish hooks. They’re quite old now, suggesting he’s been unemployed for some time. Not much industry in this part of the world, so he’s turned to his widowed mother for help. ‘Widowed?” Yes, obviously. She’s got a man’s wedding ring on a chain around her neck, clearly her late husband’s and too big for her finger. She’s well-dressed, but her jewellery is cheap. She could afford better, but she’s kept it, sentimental. Now the dog. There are tiny hairs all over her leg, from where it gets a little bit too friendly, but none above the knees, suggesting it’s a small dog, probably a terrier. In fact it is, West Highland Terrier, called Whisky. ‘How the hell do you know that Sherlock?’ She was on the same train as us and I heard her call its name. And that’s not cheating. That’s listening. I use my senses John, unlike some people, so you see, I am fine. In fact, I’ve never been better, so just leave me alone!” Sherlock whisper yelled.

“Yeah, okay. Okay.” John said, clearing his throat. He knew there was something wrong with Sherlock. “But, why would you listen to me? I’m just your friend.” John sighed.

“I don’t have friends.” Sherlock said the word as if it disgusted him.

“No. I wonder why?” John said sarcastically, standing to leave. He went out the back of the pub and saw the same flashing light that he did earlier in the night. He thought it strange and decided to see where it was coming from.

After John discovered the light to be from a shaking parked car, he turned back, embarrassed. On his walk back to the pub, Sherlock texted him saying that Henry’s therapist was in the pub and he wanted him to interview her. John didn’t know why he should, to that Sherlock sent a picture of Dr. Mortimer, a beautiful biracial woman with long hair. John smirked and shook his head, on his way back to the pub.

An hour later, John was sitting in the pub, drinking with Dr. Mortimer.

“More wine, doctor?” John asked her smiling.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, doctor?” She replied laughing.

“Thought never occurred.” John flirted.

“Because a while ago I thought you were chatting me up.” She smiled.

“Oh! Where did I go wrong?” John asked, fake offended.

“When you started asking me about my patients.” She said, taking a sip of her wine.

“Well you see, I am one of Henry’s oldest friends.” John lied.

“Yeah, and he’s one of my patients, so I can’t talk about him. Although he has told me about all his oldest friends. Which one are you?” She asked.

“A new one?” He joked. “Okay, what about his father? He wasn’t one of your patients. Wasn’t be some kind of conspiracy nutter… theorist?” John said, correcting himself.

“You’re only a nutter if you’re wrong.” She said.

“Hm, and was he wrong?” John asked.

“I should think so.” She laughed.

“But he got fixated on Baskerville, didn’t he? With what they were doing in there. Couldn’t Henry have gone the same way, started imaging a hound?” John asked, wanting her to join in.

“Why do you think I’m going to talk about this?” She asked, laughing. John laughed too.

“Because I think you’re worried about him and because I’m a doctor too. And because I have another friend who might be having the same problem.” John said. Louise Mortimer sighed, she was about to talk when Dr. Frankland suddenly appeared, slapping John on the shoulder.

“Dr. Watson!” He smiled.

“Hi.” John said awkwardly, knowing Louise would never talk now.

“Hello.” Frankland said cheerfully to Dr. Mortimer.

“How’s the investigation going?” He asked John.

“What, investigation?” Louise asked John smiling.

“Didn’t you know? Don’t you read the blog? Sherlock Holmes, Sergeant Y/N Gregson.” Frankland said.

“Sherlock who?” Louise asked confused.

“Private detective, this is his PA.” Frankland said.

“PA?” John asked.

“Well, live in PA.” Frankland said, not sure what he was trying to insinuate there.

“Perfect!” John sighed sarcastically.

“This is Dr. Mortimer, Henry’s therapist.” John introduced.

“John.” You called, now appearing behind John.

“Ah speak of the devil.” Dr. Frankland smiled.

“Are you Sherlock?” Dr. Mortimer asked you.

“Oh no, thank God.” You smiled.

“This is Sherlock’s girlfriend, Sergeant Gregson.” Dr. Frankland said, you smiled to the woman who seemed relieved. She must have assumed, like many do, that Sherlock and John are gay.

“Listen, tell Sherlock I’ve been keeping an eye on Stapleton. Anytime he wants a little chat. Alright?” Dr. Frankland said to you.

“That would be great if I could find him. “ You said, that was the real reason you came out.

“He went back to the room I thought.” John said.

“No, he never did.” you said, and John sighed, he felt as if he was a babysitter.

Kodak Philosophy

The dimensions of existence
must rise in numbers,
Men fall to their deaths but
live on in pictures,
I consider their form and
imagine their slumber,
As they smile in print but to
the ground are fixtures.

The signs as unicorns
  • Aries: Flaming mane, pale coat with brown eyes that turn red in the light; deep adventurous scars along the snout, jagged crimson horn.
  • Taurus: Earthy green coat with a dark, verdant mane in which deciduous tree plants and leaves grow; sage colored eyes and a beaming viridian horn that emits sunlight.
  • Gemini: Bright maroon mane with wildflowers weaved in, rosy coat with fuchsia spots scattered on the flanks and cheeks; eyes the color of red wine and a horn made of pure garnet.
  • Cancer: Light airy blue coat with azure blue blush on the flanks, seashells twined in a beryl-tinted mane; long white seafoam fur skirted around the legs to the hoofs.
  • Leo: Blazing mane and a flickering coat; glowing scarlet eyes and hoofs that leave burnt prints in the ground with each step, exhales steam from the snout.
  • Virgo: Cool, long, lush mane with coniferous plants and pine cones growing within it; a deep jade colored coat with tawny spots along the flanks, sheds tears of tree sap.
  • Libra: Long glossy silver mane and a slick, lustrously purple orchid colored coat; precious gems encrusted on the hoofs, pure white irises and a rosy blush.
  • Scorpio: Deep blood mane that bears red roses with a crimson coat; walks as if on glass, pressuring black eyes and a sharp black horn with rose thorns spiraled around it.
  • Sagittarius: Dark royal blue coat with white spots splattered across like stars in the sky, mane black as the night; shining eyes that twinkle.
  • Capricorn: Snow white mane whose surface accumulates snowflakes, a wintry pale blue coat from which permafrost is emitted; long white eyelashes and glacial eyes, longish wispy snow fur spread around the legs and hoofs.
  • Aquarius: Pastel blue coat with a fluorescent pink blush along the flanks, softer pink mane with sparkles spread across; lavender irises and a horn made of diamond.
  • Pisces: Rosy curled mane with tied bows, a peachy coat with pink gold enveloping the hoofs; a horn glossed in pink lacquer, magenta sparkling eyes.

So at some point I’m supposed to be running a D&D game.

Being at the arse end of the world (and not made of money), I can’t afford to spend thousands and thousands of dollars on having fancy 3d printed terrain shipped to me. I’m looking at you, Dwarven Forge.

However, Fat Dragon Games has an awesome range of 3d terrain you can print out and assemble yourself. So that’s what I’ve done. See that castle up there? That’s my GM screen, also from Fat Dragon Games.

And that huge pile of paper? That is 84 pages of terrain for me to cut out, score, and glue together. For a single map. Luckily it’s modular, so I can reuse it again and again.

And there is still another 26 pages to print out for the ground tiles, and who knows how many pages for all the accessories to fill the map (chests, barrels, beds, shelves etc).

Yes, I am an absolute geek. I don’t hide that at all. But if I’m going to be running a D&D game, I want it to be memorable for my players. And that includes having an awesome map to play on.

Things to do while in line!!!!!!!!!!

The Disneyland Resort has a lot of details that many people overlook. Some guests are so busy that they just don’t take the time to enjoy the little things that make the Disneyland Resort so magical. These items were compiled for you to make the most of your trip even while in line!!!!

º Have a Churro
º Eat some freshly made fudge or brittle
º Have a crazy laughing contest, think of different Crazy ways to laugh and take turns it will be fun to see what people come up with, and you might even find a new laugh you didn’t know you were hiding inside!
º Have something for breakfast that you would normally never have—like an ice cream cone!
º Sing a disney song in as many accents as you can think of! Unbirthday song from alice in wonderland is a great choice!
º Try to act out character and have the people you are with guess!

º people watch!

º Enjoy some Disneyland Resort popcorn.
º In inside line waiting rides if there is black light look at how you and the people you are with glow!

º Talk to the Cast Members when you are standing in line.
º Try the frozen lemonade

º Look for Hidden mickey’s
º take out that map and plan the next things you wanna do!  
º Look at the Petrified Tree in Frontierland by the Rivers of America
º While in line for Peter Pan, watch the window above Snow White. You will see the wicked queen come out.
º Sit and watch the ducks in Rivers of America and imagine what it is like to live at Disneyland
º Check out the little characters that are in the outdoor popcorn carts turning the popcorn. Each land and popcorn cart has a different one.
º Call people and say “guess where I am in Disneyland!”

º ask people where the bought something you might like to buy later!
º Take Silly Pictures

º If its hot spray eachother with water (try not to hit people around you)

º Touch the brass apple at the entrance to Snow White.
º Get to know the people around you line, you have one thing in common a love for Disneyland!

º Listen to the activity coming from the windows in New Orleans Square by the train station
º Listen to all the different jungle sounds in adventureland, try to name them off

º Ask politely to have someone take pictures of the whole group you are with!
º Decide who is going to sit where on the attraction. Cast Members will love you for this!

º Enjoy a Dole Whip when in adventureland
º Check out Details in line! Disneyland is amazing with the Details

º Play would you ever?
º Enjoy a teriyaki stick at Bengal’s Barbecue When at Adventureland
º Play name that tune!

º Talk like a Pirate on Pirates of the Caribbean line!

º Practice not looking into the eyes on Indiana Jones.
º Talk to Push the trashcan at Tomorrowland
º Play a game!
º Keep a close eye out for Disney kitties.
º Be in Character at each land

º Drink a mint julep at New Orleans Square
º Count to see how many Mickey anything you can see whoever finds the most wins

º Look for the horseshoe prints in the ground in Frontierland
º Time for good conversation. Put down that Ipad!

º Play with the interactive elements in the lines

º If your fit start to hurt find somewhere you want to sit and people watch. Pace yourself for the next line!

º Watch Fireworks

º Look for the abominable snowman’s footprint around the Matterhorn.
º Look for Special rocks around Matterhorn

º Look for hidden interactive things in tomorrowland.
º bubble gum blowing contest!
º Choose something different to do in each line!

º Look for famous people!
º in Toon Town take in the silly architecture.
º Stop to admire the animals in the park!
º admire the twinkle lights at night.
º Potty Dance (it happens)
º Try to see how far you can get on a Disney Sucker!
º act like a prince or princess!
º make up silly stories! Take turns telling a part!
º talk about which Disney Characters you would do what with!

º eat a snack you brought!
º Find Jingles the lead horse on King Arthur’s Carrousel
º Find the address 33 at New Orleans Square – that is the entrance to the exclusive Club 33 (membership required)
º take this time to drink lots of fluids

º Look for the giant microscope on Star Tours just before you leave the hangar – it is from the original attraction in the same spot called “Adventures Through Inner Space”

California Adventure

º Sing to beach boys.
º In Flik’s Fun Fair, look for the four-leaf clover.
º Take this time to reapply sun-screen!
º Chill out with some booze (you can get it there)

º Take time for the tortilla and bread.
º Talk about the what Prince or Princess you would marry and why!
º If it is hot, wait for a misty surprise.
º Check out the crazy things at the muppet show
º  munch a corn dog and watch Screamin’ launch across the Bay.
º Take in some of the great details here too!
º Look for the Hidden Mickeys

º Take time to enjoy the day
º look for charactes

º Watch one of the improve groups at Hollywood Backlot
º and always just have a laugh.

One of the most fascinating and chilling unsolved murders of all time is the murder of the beautiful, raven-haired 22 year old Hollywood actress Elizabeth Short, otherwise known as The Black Dahlia. Short’s brutal murder became the subject of much speculation and inspired books, films and a television show. and Born July 29th 1924 in Boston, Elizabeth Short had a tumultuous upbringing and moved around often, mostly between Florida and California. During the last six months of her life, Short resided in California. She was working as a waitress to support herself while dreaming of catching her big break into Hollywood’s acting scene.

On the morning of January 15, 1947, the naked body of Elizabeth Short was found in two severed pieces on a vacant lot on the west side of South Norton Avenue midway between Coliseum Street and West 39th Street in Leimert Park, Los Angeles. Local resident Betty Bersinger discovered the body at about 10:00 am, as she was walking with her three-year-old daughter. Bersinger at first thought the body was a discarded store mannequin. When she realized it was a corpse, she rushed to a nearby house and telephoned the police. Short’s mutilated body was completely severed at the waist and drained entirely of blood. The body had also been washed by the killer. Short’s face had been slashed from the corners of her mouth to her ears, creating an effect called the “Glasgow Smile”. She had several cuts on her thigh and breasts, where entire portions of flesh had been sliced away, and her genital area had also been cut and disfigured. The lower half of her body was positioned a foot away from the upper, and her intestines had been tucked neatly beneath her buttocks. The corpse had been “posed,” with her hands over her head, her elbows bent at right angles, and her legs spread apart. Detectives found a cement sack nearby containing watery blood. There was a heel print on the ground amid the tyre tracks. An autopsy stated that Short was 5 feet 5 inches (1.65 m) tall,
weighed 115 pounds (52 kg), and had light blue eyes, brown hair, and
badly decayed teeth. There were ligature marks on her ankles, wrists,
and neck. The skull was not fractured, but Short had bruises on the
front and right side of her scalp, with a small amount of bleeding in
the subarachnoid space on the right side, consistent with blows to the head. The cause of death was determined to be hemorrhaging from the
lacerations to her face and shock from blows on the head and face.

In the days following the murder, a man approached the LA times claiming to be the murderer and items belonging to Short began to appear in various places, including her birth certificate and her handbag. A media circus ensued and due to the notoriety of the case many people began to come forward claiming to be the killer. The case gained the name “Black Dahlia” as a play on the film The Blue Dahlia. The case has never been solved.

anonymous asked:

(re: what's going on with Destiel) They killed off Castiel (properly) in the final episode of season 12. Lucifer stabbed him in the back with an angel blade. The last thing we saw was Dean kneeling next to Cas's body (and burnt wing prints) on the ground looking devastated. So, uh, that's how Destiel is looking right now. NOT GREAT. (Cas nearly died earlier in the season and did tell Dean he loved him so there was that, I guess. Dean didn't respond though and it wasn't ever mentioned again.) :(


“I’ve never known choice. Where I was born, the language I speak… I’ve never had the freedom to choose for myself. But you, right now, are free. Do as you will.” -Skull Face

Wanted to create a poster based on Paz and MGSV: Ground Zeroes.

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