screen flicker

january 29th. nothing out of the ordinary. tjlc collectively sighs, takes off our tinfoil hats, some disappointed and others expectant. we go on netflix, tumblr, youtube, everywhere just to escape for a bit. our screens flicker. did you. must be a connectivity issue. keeps flickering. miss me? you hear the neighbors complaining through the walls, the newscaster is unsure of what to do as his teleprompter freezes up. the flickering increases, static and glitchy, and oh. could it be? andrew scott faces the screen, a manic grin on his face, “did you miss me? did you miss me? did you miss me?” the bastards did it, by god they did it. you pull out your phone; the same face. did you miss me? you can’t dial anything. your alarm clock has the words scrolling rapidly across its screen in stiff letters; did you miss me? did you miss me? you run downstairs to your family. your mother is in the kitchen. it’s andrew scott in a wig. “did you miss me, dear?” your sister is doing homework at the table, but it’s andrew scott again, carving ‘did you miss me’ into the wood. the dog is andrew scott, naked, napping by the fire. oh shit. you run outside, thunder rolling overhead, only to glimpse andrew scott jogging past with short shorts and a sports bra. across the street, the 90 year old man shuffling his garbage to the curb is just andrew scott in a robe with a scowl. the secret is unraveling. somewhere, mark and steven are laughing and triumphant in their glee. the rug pull. never been done before. television history. the thunder says, “did you miss me?” you tilt your face up to the sky, letting yourself finally smile. you feel your face. it’s andrew’s. “did you miss me?” you whisper as the rain begins to fall.

welcome to the final problem.

I want Apple Tree Yard to just start on BBC One on sunday like nothing’s wrong. But after a few minutes the screen starts flickering and glitching and the show will get hacked by Sherlock like the BBC Twitter account a week ago and BBC will act all panicy and like they have no idea what’s going on and they can’t do anything
And that’s how the fourth episode will happen guys

[req] Patience. {m} | changkyun

Member: Lim Changkyun (I.M) / Reader
Group: Monsta X
Word Count: 4,800+
Genre/Warning(s): SMUT, mature, romance, fluff.

Originally posted by jomihye

Patience.

With fingers pressing to the cool glass of the window, you study the downward glide of rain droplets. Having pulled back the blinds, it had been expected that a gloom scene would await you, bathing Changkyun’s bedroom with a slate-gray shroud. The weather hadn’t been the most accommodating, in spite of the rarity of Changkyun being able to spend time in his own hometown–away from the demand of his career.

Away from prying eyes or the strain of his schedule. Away from it all and now cooped in the comfort of privacy.

Huffing at the trickle of rain that prevents you from heading out, you turn and point a stare at Changkyun as he’s splayed atop his bed on his back. PS4 controller in hand, your boyfriend’s gaze is centered on the flickering screen with a diligence that he only possessed on stage–well, not that much, but still notable enough for one to mention.

“Kyunnie,” you call, still standing at his bedroom’s window.

“Hn?” His hum is distant, keeping his attention on the video game as he lies oddly atop the duvet.

“I wanna show you something.”

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The first things I think of when I hear Dan or Phil
  • Dan: the smell of leather. mariokart theme song. the feeling of carpet when you lie on the floor. stormy skies. fuzzy pajama bottoms. the taste of chocolate. dimples. the feeling of contentment from sitting in front of a flickering screen.
  • Phil: sunshine. the feeling of running through an open field. zoos. the smell of rain. smiles. the taste of melting popcorn. movies & cuddling. that feeling you get when you give someone a big hug & don't want to let go. fresh air.
Olicity One Shot~ My cure to writer’s block

So this will make no sense but a friend named Matty or as many know her @supersillyanddorky06 suggested I cure my writer’s block by doing a free write. The shot might be odd, or disorganized but that’s what it’s meant to be. I needed to free my mind and by doing this I did just that. Thank you my friend and thank you to everyone who has ever read a word that I’ve typed. It means more than you could possibly know. 

His eyes looked frozen, that she could clearly remember as his gaze carefully scanned over the her painstaking words. His parted lips and quivering fingers made her own body tremble with unspoken fear. She watched him carefully through the security cameras that lined the walls of now heavily guarded building. His downcast eyes and fallen chin made her softly touch the flickering screen. His lips moved soundlessly before his knees gave way; she watched in silent torment as he slowly slipped to the cold ground. The letter fell beside him limply as she whispered into her self made darkness, “I’m sorry Oliver…I’m sorry…” 


5 Years Later…

“Are you sure about this?” the quiet voice beside him beckoned somberly. 

Oliver’s heavy, light-less blue eyes raced upwards toward the tower’s glowing tip. He felt her supportive touch near the small of his back; her soft perfume floated around him like a warm blanket as his body shuddered from his own internal cold. He croaked with tears forever frozen in his raw throat, “I’ll be fine Dinah, but I need to do this, I need to say goodbye…” 

He felt her gloved fingers pressing firmly over his spine. Her hiccuped reply made his chest burn, “Did she know?” 

His chin fell instantly to his cavernous chest, “What that I loved her and still do?” he mused tiredly. 

“You’re never going to move on are you?” she asked as her hand raced up his chilled spine. 

“I tried and she left…” he snapped quietly with not even a small note of hidden remorse. 

Dinah’s sighs over the nape of his neck warmed him momentarily before the chill of her words made his blood run cold. “She left because you betrayed her trust by trusting Susan over her.” 

His automatic nod seemed rehearsed when he seethed with repressed anger, “She left me long before that day Dinah…” 

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Comfort

Originally posted by wooyoung

Hi, if you’re still taking requests could you do one where Sehun is dating an American girl that is famous and there are rumors of Sehun being with a Korean idol and she gets upset but he comforts her. Sorry if it’s confusing, love your writing 😊

Genre: Fluff/Slight Angst

Word Count: 1316


The coloured lights of the LED screen flickered across your emotionless face as the opening tune of the nightly news sounded throughout the dark, empty room. You adjusted your position on the couch where you lay, attempting to make yourself comfortable for the next half hour until your program started. Tonight was your only night of relaxation before your next concert, and you intended to savour every moment of it.

You checked your phone out of boredom and saw that Sehun wouldn’t be home from practice for another half an hour. You carelessly tossed your phone back onto the coffee table and mindlessly watched headlines fast across the screen and various news anchors discussing recent social and political events.

A particular segment near the end of the news program caught your eye. A familiar name appeared on the screen, embedded within a sort of celebrity click bait headline you would find on sketchy news websites. You reached for the remote and turned the volume up. You watched as the news anchor described the details of a rumour as photos of your boyfriend with a famous female idol, appeared on the screen.

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It’s not been a year.

and sometimes the cleaner house need to stop throwing all the important documents and papers like warranty cards and receipt.

gosh darn it

but i’m still using the cintiq, but as normal tablet while the screen is flickering

The East Wind Part 2 - Sherlock Holmes

A/N- part 2! this seems very long to me im sorry haha. MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE FINAL PROBLEM!!!! Hope you enjoy! please feel free to send in some requests!

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Mycroft’s screen flickered between the film and home videos. You watched from afar as he put out his cigarette and watched the screen intently. The words “I’m back” came onto the screen before the film burnt out. You watched him slowly make his way towards the door and try and open it. He shook it to see if it would open but you had jammed it.

“Mycroft” you whispered to get his attention before running across the hall above him to reach Sherlock behind the curtain. You had eventually given in and told Sherlock about your visit with Eurus after everything that had happen with John. He then decided it would be a great idea to mess with Mycroft a little.

“I feel bad Sherlock” you whispered, he looked down and smiled. You were always the caring type and things like this just weren’t you. Whilst Sherlock’s plan went ahead you thought about Eurus and what she had said. She had wanted to meet you before her plan? What was she on about? Suddenly you got a nudge from Sherlock meaning it was time to confront Mycroft.

“Experiment complete. Conclusion, I have a sister.” He muttered with slight anger in his voice.

“This was you?” Mycroft responded. “All of this was you?!”

“Hey bro!” Sherlock scoffed back before taking my hand and pulling me down the stairs.

“Why would you do this? This pantomime! Why?”

“New information, she’s out” John jumped in.

“So not only did you drag Y/N into that place that clearly isn’t safe, you let Eurus get out! Before you say it, it’s possible, she was John’s therapist.”

“And pretended to be Faith, which was odd because I met her after I met Faith which means she has been able to get out for a while” You exclaimed. John then took over once again “Yes. She shot me during a session!” The boys bickered between themselves for a while before you decided it was time to leave. 

“Your not staying?” Mycroft asked as you dragged the boys out of the house.

“Well we’re not staying here Eurus is coming and SOMEONE disabled all your security…” you said looking at Sherlock on the word ‘someone’. He innocently smiled at his brother and told him to sleep well.

The next day you, Sherlock and John were sitting together, the boys on their arm chairs and you on the arm of Sherlock’s chair. Mycroft had decided to come and talk to you about it but unfortunately for him was not going by the rules. You stared at him as if waiting for him to admit defeat. But as always, he was being stubborn.

“Oh Mycroft just sit in the chair!” you ordered. Just then Mrs Hudson came up and lent against the doorway. “You have to sit in the chair. They won’t talk to you unless you sit in the chair. It’s the rules!” she told Mycroft very seriously. You heard him respond back ‘I’m not a client’. You were about to roll your eyes until Sherlock sternly said “Then get out” which caused you and Mrs Hudson to smirk before you got up and went down stairs with Mrs Hudson to leave the boys to what they were doing.

You decided to go out for a bit and made it to the end of the street before you heard the loud bang. You stood frozen at the end of the street before turning round and running back towards the shared flat as fast as you could.

Unlike the boys, you had a way into the building considering you worked for Mycroft. He gave you a pass and you got into the building with no issue waiting for Mycroft, Sherlock and John to show up. Eventually they did, causing a lot of drama as normal. 

You met Sherlock by Eurus’ prison in order to let him in and let him out. It seemed simple enough. You had to literally let him in… Then back out again… Everything was going to plan. That was until you heard Eurus screaming. You opened the door in a hurry and the guards rushed to help Eurus. You rushed to see Sherlock on the ground and then suddenly, you were out cold.

You woke up in an all grey room, along side Sherlock, John, Mycroft and a man you hadn’t met yet. They all seemed to be talking to Eurus on the screen. Talking about tasks to do. You slowly got up and made your way over to stand next to John.

“Ah! Y/N! Your up! Good! I changed my mind… Y/N must do it” Eurus shouted over the intercom. You were confused… You looked at John and he just sighed. You looked back at Sherlock and saw the gun in his hand.

“Y/N, just to fill you in Sweetie. You have to shoot the governor in order to save his wife” Eurus stated with no emotion in her voice. You looked at Sherlock who gave you the gun and then the governor who just kept muttering ‘you have too’.

“I can’t! I can’t do it!” you repeated with tears coming down your cheeks.

“Y/N it’s alright” Sherlock stated. Just then the Governor grabbed the gun from your hand. Everyone tried to stop him put he just said “remember me” before shooting himself. You screamed and Sherlock grabbed hold of you to comfort you. This was something you never wanted and never had seen before in your life. John came over to you and hugged you whilst Sherlocked walked towards the glass to talk to Eurus.

“Interesting” she stated before shooting his wife as well. “Please… go through!”

The next room was a case. You helped as much as you could to solve it and in the end it was simple. But 3 more lives had been taken. By this point you wanted to break down. Why was she doing this?

In the next room, was a coffin. You wasn’t really focused on anything and thought it would be best for Sherlock to solve this one so you kept out of the way, thinking about what had happened… Until you heard your name.

“Y/N” John muttered, just for Sherlock to repeat your name.

“She’ll stay with you Sherlock… If you can get her to say the three words, but she has to mean it. In fact, i’m not even going to tell you what the three words are. Only Sherlock will know… You have 2 Minutes,” Eurus spoke. You walked over and stood in front of Sherlock.

“Sherlock what is she on about?”

“Y/N how do you feel about me?”

“What? Your my friend Sherlock…”

“But do you want more? How do you feel about me?”

“One minute Sherlockkkk” Eurus sung

“Sherlock I…”

“Come on Y/N i need you to say it… Please just say it…”

“FINE SHERLOCK I LOVE YOU!” You cried before covering your mouth after realising what you had said, your eyes started to prickle with tears again until you let one slip down your face. You folded your arms after wiping away the stray tear and walking through the door that had opened in front of you.

“Oh Sherlock do pull yourself together… The next one isn’t as easy” Eurus chuckled.

As you walked into the next room something hit you over the head causing you to fall to the ground.

What seemed like a few moments later was actually a few hours later and you awoke in a well with John.

“John where are we what are wee doing here where is Sherlock whats-” you babbled in one long breath

“Y/N calm down… He’ll get us out of here” Just as John spoke we heard Sherlock speak. 

“Sherlock!” you shouted happy to hear his voice hoping not to be stuck here for long.

“Sherlock… we’re in a well” John calmly stated. 

Suddenly water started to fill up the well. You shot a look to John and you both started to try and pull away from the chain around your ankle. Whilst doing this you felt something and picked it up, and when you pulled it from under the water you screamed and dropped it again.

“John there are bones in here!” you blerted. John bent down and picked one up.

“Sherlock… The bones we found… Mycrofts been lying to you… There not dogs bones…”

You looked at John knowing exactly what it was. All you could think about was finding a way out of the well to help Sherlock. Redbeard wasn’t a dog… He was Sherlocks best friend…

Sherlock had solved everything and you and John had been pulled out of the well. Sherlock came straight over to the pair of you and patted John on the back asking if he was alright. You looked down as you remembered everything that had happened.

“Y/N I.. I love you” Sherlock remarked before pulling you in for a kiss. You were shocked at first but melted into it after a while, smiling as you pulled a way. John stood there astonished, then smirked at you both.

Back at 221b Baker Street, you had started cleaning up the flat until everything was back to normal. John had moved back into the room upstairs and you shared with your new boyfriend. Mrs Hudson had been extremely happy when you had told her about you and Sherlock. 

John Sherlock and yourself had got back into the swing of things and started to solve cases again and it was all you could ever ask for… Mary had left the three of you a message and you watched it with the others.

“When all else fails, there are two men sitting, arguing in a scruffy flat, with Y/N taking care of them, like they’ve always been there, and they always will. The best and wisest people I have ever known. My Baker Street guys. Sherlock Holmes, Y/N L/N and Doctor John Watson.”

dark

Your face is illuminated by the soft blue glow of your computer screen, the only source of light in the darkened room. After mark’s recent video, you feel compelled to leave your opinion in the comments section, although knowing it will not make any impact, being one in a couple thousand. Your fingers fly across the keyboard as you type, “ personally, i don’t see why everyone is so afraid of Darkiplier, he’s not as scary as they hype it up to be.”   The second your mouse clicks comment, your body slacks against your will, frozen and slumped against the backrest of the chair. Your computer screen flickers out. You feel a presence behind you as your eyes move wildly from side to side, trying to regain control. you feel the presence move closer, feeling the traces of breath as they whisper in your ear. “Darkness has been around for ages, a thing that you humans have been programmed to fear since the beginning. a primal instinct you’ve chosen to ignore.” the deep male voice moves to the other ear, still just out of sight. “you humans are so pathetic.” you feel a hand on the back of your neck, making your heart beat faster and harder than before. “you act so brave.” he spits, his grip on your neck tightens to an uncomfortable degree. “But when the darkness comes,” he lets out a humorless chuckle, sending tendrils of fear digging through your thoughts. “It will take your sanity, rip it to shreds, and the only thing left, will be darkness.” his finger nails are now buried into your skin and your heart is thumping sporadically. “am I scary now?” he snarls. the hand disappears and you are left in the darkness.

MY CINTIQ IS ALIVE

HOW MUCB HAPPY I AM


Solution: playing OSU for an hour using cintiq while the screen black, until the screen starts to flicker

anonymous asked:

oq prompt:) "curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed"

A quick Drabble from the Hot for Teacher verse

They were a tangle of limbs, his knees tucked beneath hers, their ankles crossed and arms twined together. They hadn’t traded more than soft, sleepy sighs for the past couple of hours. Choosing, instead, to communicate with gentle stroking fingers and lips pressed to pyjama covered shoulders. They weren’t really watching the television, though their eyes remained on the flickering screen.

No, but far too content were they to move from their warm spot. It wasn’t often that they got this amount of time together, not with Robin’s hours downstairs in the bars nor Regina’s early mornings at the school and so, despite the fact that it was ridiculously late - or early, depending on how one looked at it - and that Roland would be wide awake and bouncing at the foot of their in mere hours, neither felt like moving or closing their eyes.

It was perfect and it was them.

passwords and hints [taekook]

“Fuck,” Taehyung curses as his screen flickers, mocking him, before promptly blacking out.

“No,” he reboots his laptop immediately, pushing the power button until the blue screen of death appears. Configuring Service Pack, 2% complete, do not turn off your computer.

He slams back the computer. He really does not have time to wait for 98% configuring shit since his paper is due in less than an hour and his professor will skin him alive if he doesn’t get it in. He needs an emblem of technology that isn’t throwing a tantrum and is actually useful.

“Fucking Windows 8.” Taehyung gets up and gropes around the kitchen counter, finding Jeongguk’s laptop below the wreckage of college ruled paper and Quaker bar wrappers. He knows Jeongguk won’t check his phone since he’s in class right now, won’t get out for another thirty minutes.

Now we’re talking, Taehyung thinks as the laptop lights up, until the login page shows up on the screen. Username: Jeon Jeongguk, Password.

Taehyung inattentively types Jeongguk’s name, the keyboard keys depressing evenly beneath every letter.

Error: incorrect password.

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Tease (Taehyung x Reader)

Word count: 598
Genre: Fluff, smut
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Summary: A short drabble about Taehyung being a webcam tease af  

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”Is it on? Can you see me?”
The screen flickering until the familiar beep went on and a pixelated Taehyung appeared. It focused then and he smiled widely when he saw you.
“Y/N!”
You smiled at the screen, a blush emerging when you realized how much you’d missed him. He was on tour, the only way of seeing each other was through skype and the occasional facetime. With both of your busy schedules, it was rare that the two of you had some time like you had right now. It was late in the evening, you were situated in your bath with your laptop on the desk next to it, while he was situated in his bed in a hotel too far away.
“How has my pretty girl been?”
Your hands were playing with the bubbles that covered you, your body tingling from hearing his voice.
“Mmm.. she’s been lonely.”
You could see him smile from the corner of your eyes, biting his lip as a response. You sighed as you laid back in the tub, turning yourself so that you faced the screen, smiling at the beauty that was Taehyung.
“How has my man been?”
“Mmm.. he’s better now.”
His voice had turned low, a huskiness creeping up as he got closer to the laptop.
“That tub looks like it’s too big for you, doesn’t it?” he smirked as you felt his eyes watching your breasts that were covered by your knees, your head now resting on your knees as you smiled at him, realizing how fucked he could get you even at the distance the two of you were at.
“Very big, oppa.” you almost whispered sweetly, knowing what your voice did to him. He inhaled sharply and went silent for a moment before letting out a muttered “If only I were with you…”.
You chuckled as you let your hands run through the foam, creating waves in the tub.
“Show oppa a little bit of that pretty body of yours.” he said dominantly. You lowered your knees and leaned back, revealing your breasts, shiny from the wetness. You grabbed them with your hands as you squeezed lightly, letting out the smallest moan as you looked at him grunt and adjust, his eyes dark with lust.
“Oh, my pretty baby… What you don’t do to me…” he almost whispered as you saw that his right arm wasn’t still, the webcam cutting off right above his hips.
“What are you doing, oppa?” you asked teasingly as you let one of your hands release your breasts before travelling down to your heat, biting your lip with desperation for his touch.
He dismissed your questions, his hand moving faster as he bit his lip, letting out a grunt as he saw you touching yourself.
“Fuck… You don’t want to know what I’ll do to you when I come home…”
“Tell me, oppa.”
“Taehyung? Taehyung, who are you talking to? Are you talking to Y/N? That’s disgusting, I want to sleep!”
you heard Jimin through the computer, Taehyung abruptly stilling his hands as he shushed you.
“Sorry” he laughed loudly through the wall before he turned to the computer, his face very close to the camera.
“I’ll tell you everything tomorrow, kitten.” he winked before hanging up, leaving you sexually frustrated in your bathtub. He loved this. Even when you weren’t together, he loved building you up for a high, teasing you endlessly and then leaving you. But it was only for a short while, because you knew exactly what storm was awaiting when he finally made up for it.

WIP Post-Apocalyptic Text Adventure Project

Started setting up the groundwork for something a little different. A puzzle text adventure that’s played through an old DOS style OS in a fallout shelter after the apocalypse.

Though it’s hard to see in the .gif below, at the moment I’ve pretty much got the CRT interface down, including screen flickering and scan lines. Now to start working on a text parser and puzzle/level design.

Elissa had just finished up her business at the town hall and was making her way to the door.  It was crowded, today, more crowded than usual anyway.  That probably had a lot to do with the wind whipping outside.  No one wanted to be out in the elements.  She glanced out the window and saw snowflakes hurtling toward the ground.  “Wow, it’s really coming down…” She said quietly to herself.  She hoped she would be able to get home.

Just then, her phone went off and she pulled it out of her pocket.  The screen was flickering red, a local weather alert.  She only caught the words “A freak blizzard…” before another notification flashed on her phone screen.  Local police were declaring a temporary state of emergency, urging everyone to stay inside and off the quickly icing roads.  With the sigh, she lowered the phone and gazed out the window at the heavy flakes.  “Looks like we’re stuck.”