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27kra analysis frame by frame, turns out fake + turns out a footage taken from a horror movie - ???

Hello TJLC conspirators and all people still digging to find some explanation for all that season 4 mess. Although I checked out your blogs and read metas from a long time, I didn’t have my own account, and the reason I decided to start one is something I recently noticed, which may or may not give some clues about something, i don’t know. I may be right, I may be terribly wrong, whatever, but the whole conspiracy itself is already one big madness, so I might as well drop something which may seem crazy or irrelevant to me…

People probably already analyzed it a hundred times, but I’d like to come back to the subject of and the whole 27kra thing. It’s unknow whether it’s a real official site established to mess with our minds, or an incredibly well done and entertaining fan made, but I think there’s something weird going on and the site’s content is definitely worth checking out. When you type you get a rather spooky, The Lost Highway-ish kind of gif which consists mainly of VHS-type glitches. Since I’m a huge fan of VHS, super 8, analog formats and all those glitches and deformations related them, I decided to split the gif into frames and look at them closer. Here I’m going to analyze what is visible on those frames (or maybe, what I can see). I won’t go on with guessing 27kra name, I’ll concern strictly on the gif’s content. There’s something that I noticed that I didn’t see mentioned anywhere on Tumblr (though I may be wrong and it could have been written already, and then I’m sorry for making sensations over old news). Okay, here it goes.

I’m going to post the frames in order. I’m going to write what I see on those pictures, which of course doesnt mean it’s right or anything cause other ones might see it completely different, and of course we cannot be sure of anything at all.

First off, we see something that looks like an entrance, or an exit, and a chunk of the corridor behind the “door”. That’s the first thing that came to my mind. It somehow made me think of Sherrinford, all that simple architecture, corridors and portals, etc., probably because of those numbers visible on the top and the bottom of the footage, it all reminds me of some sort of CCTV footage.

Next frame is just glitches… or maybe something more? If you look closer it seems like some very blurry footage of some room. You can see the black doors in the right corner of the photo, and just next to doors (or maybe a window?) on the left you can see a dark rectangle which might be a tv screen. Then there’s something dark on the left side, and on the bottom there’s something like a… white bottle??? Or just a bottle-looking glitch, which seems more probable. I swear at first I considered it just a composion of glitches, but now I see it as a room.

Then there’s THIS WEIRD SHIT. It appears at least four times in different variations, so I’m going to discuss it later. To see description scroll this writing. Now I’ll pass onto the next frame.

Glitches… anyone can see something in there?

“TV room” comes back again.

What the hell is that. A table with some books/CDs/packages (with some metal holders?)? And with something round? And on the left side there’s something like a floor and the wall? It seems as if someone took a photo of table (or whatever it is) standing just by this table. Table. Why am I even calling it a table? What the fuck is that? SOmEBODY HELP

Beautiful colorful smear of I don’t know what. Althought some people claim to see something in there.

A more blurry version of the “table”. I know it’s not a table - I hope someone enlighten me wtf it is.


And then there’s something that probably everyone already noticed. An eye. Or THE eye. I’ve seen people writing it’s Moriarty, well, that’s also the the first thing that came to my mind. I tried to find some photo of Moriarty looking down (sort of) so I could compare those pictures - I admit you guys are better at finding needed photos/screencaps, here’s the best I could find:

I cut it just to have an eye in the center. Not exactly the same position, but it doesn’t matter. I think they didn’t show him with eyebrows cause it wouldn’t be easier to see the similarity (IF there are some THEY, IF it is who we think it is.) Containing Moriarty in the footage would be a real sign that something wicked this way comes.
But, I don’t know. Someone told me it might be John Watson’s eye, which would fit the shot-in-the-eye theory. What do you think about it?

Another (or the very same room). A kind of cluttered room…

This one seems like a look at the room from above, maybe another CCTV angle. I think it’s the more visible version of the previous.What the fuck is that? A sofa? A coffeetable? Why am I seeing tables everywhere? And what’s that purple thing?


Please let me paste the frame which I passed
Here’s what follows just after the CCTV-looking frame

I may be going mad but ISN’T IT A FUCKING FACE IN HERE?! I mean-

That’s how i see it. The face seems to be tilted back. If you look at the higher resolution screen you can see it seems nose-like and eye-like. The “hair” seem to be long and straight, so it’s a woman? Not a woman? Eurus? Not Eurus? Whoever? Or is it just glitches? But if you look at other frames by the end of the gif you can see “the face” sort of MOVES:

It’s tilted back a little bit more and turned in its left a little. Here’s the same thing in negative:

The things that follow:

BUT! I just now got this one idea… a crazy, fucked up idea, it definitely is insane and probably wrong, but…

Of course, of course I know it might me fake, something put together by some Sherlock fan, or whatever the fuck else. But something tells me it’s not. This COULD be the real thing, right? So, what does it tell us, fans/The Great Game players? At best: something’s coming, something’s happening, you’re on the right path. At worst: someone’s mocking us and though to me it’s highly enjoyable, it’s not Mofftis and we’re seeing things (IT’S JUST THAT THERE’S TOO MUCH OF THOSE SUPPOSEDLY NONEXISTENT THINGS TO SEE, COUGH COUGH). Either way, we’re being experimented on. I don’t know about you, but either way it’s awesome. For the first time from a long time i’m having real fun, and trust me, that’s a lot.
But, for real. If it’s just a fake and we’re all wrong, I would be highly disappointed. THIS ALL IS TOO GREAT, TO GENIUS, TOO ENJOYABLE TO RESULT IN NOTHING. And it means I’ve spent four hours on putting together a writing about something that doesn’t exist. To be honest, I’ve spent too much time on analyzing unreal things and searching for subliminal satanic messages in something very fucked up just to aknowledge it was all in vain. And now I’m just too mindfucked over this and other things that all of you post every day…
Maybe I got excited over something not relevant or already discussed, i don’t know, you decide. But i needed to throw it out somewhere. Please tell me what you think about it, and if you have something new to add about it or ask me about anything don’t be afraid to do it. I’m more than eager to discuss with you guys. Maybe I sound like a crazy person but it’s their fault, not ours, right?

originally posted by allthesherlockgifs

I’m new here but I decided to tag people that I followed before I even made and account and that I consider awesome meta writers - I’m not asking for attention, I just want to get in touch with people interested in investigating this difficult and mysterious™ case. So here it goes:

the-7-percent-solution   tjlc    jenna221b   inevitably-johnlocked     waitedforgarridebs       marcespot   marcelock

Congratulations and thanks to those who got through it and are still with me. Don’t judge me too hard, I’m shy and confused but yeah, here’s all of that, maybe someone finds it interesting.
- Bloody


UPDATE: Guys it’s solved. There’s nothing in there. It turned out that most of those glitches
can be easily found on Youtube as free samples of vhs glitches, except for the supposed
“Moriarty’s eye”. I apologize for raising hopes and making some of you excited about the concept, but it all turned out absolutely fake. I’m sorry. So sorry.

To somehow not to leave you irritated/disappointed entirely, here’s one last thing that still could be relevant…  There still could be some spark of hope because of the “Moriarty’s eye”. I couldn’t find it anywhere in premade popular glitches so it still could be a thing, maybe they just decided to do it easier way and paste one important frame between some easily-found shit from Youtube. Though i would except more from them. But… isn’t it all about spreading confusion? Maybe it’s MEANT to be that way… It does make me wonder why is it just like that, and well, the aim of all this investigating is to make us wonder, so… you never know. Sometimes it’s all about finding ONE IMPORTANT THING between irrelevant pieces and chaos, so if you want to believe this theory, we have this one important thing, we have Moriarty. I don’t know what to think of it all, right now I’m a little upset, so i can’t tell anything else.

That was my more positive take on all of this, at least i tried to find some proof it wasn’t entirely fake/irrelevant, maybe you have something wiser to add here. But personally i’m disappointed. I feel like an idiot now. Seems I’m as bad wannabe-detective as Anderson. Or even worse. I apologize again. :(




  Unfortunately yes, I’ve seen it there. Even more frames. People on YT were guessing

it might be one of those cheap old idiotically-colored porn videos. Hmm.


  asked if it isn’t actually Mary’s eye. Here’s my answer:

Damn you might be right. The main recently reoccuring “secret” not secret villain is Mary, not

Moriarty, or Eurus, or Culverton. They seem to be almost minor compared to this hell that’s

currently going on with Mary. You know, the Murderous Mary, cofusion about “happy-housewife-Sherlock’s-best-friend-who-cares-i-shot-him” image presented in S4. She’s actually a most hated

character in fandom (aside from Irene Adler, lol) and her so called “development” in S4 is one of these things that make no sense.

This is all the logical and thinking part behind it. Now let’s have a look at photos for some comparision and, well…

I added the same sample of noise from the eye frame. The still is from Miss Me video message.

Glitches are confirmed fake but eye case is still open. What do you think?


Guys there’s something completely fucked up about this gif. It started from @memrysapendragon pointing out she found a short clip including vhs glitch stuff on twitter, this particular clip:  Then i found most of those trames on Youtube by searching “vhs glitches” tag. The video can be found here:

It doesn’t contain Moriarty/Mary eye and I think it doesn’t contain a frame with a “sofa and tables” from the CCTV angle above the room, which i compared earlier to Baker Street. Now i read the comment section again and i noticed some people claimed the footage was stolen from a movie called V/H/S/2. I googled it and it appears to be some shitty horror/gore movie made from a few separate stories, and one of them included someone finding old vhs tapes with “scary shit”.

A really shitty movie, i can tell from screens i’ve seen in graphics, and what i read about it in general, so i don’t recommend it, don’t waste your time if you’re not actually a fan of things like that. Couldn’t bring myself to watch this shit, so i can’t confim it’s true but some people wrote it’s from V/H/S/2. I don’t know. Others however didn’t even know the source of the footage and this youtube short is widely considered to be just a collection of samples which people download for their purposes. Hell, it’s been used in some promo video on this Twitter account, while this whole “Secret Cinema” account has nothing to do with horror movies.

Does it mean is fake? Or there is some purpose behind this confusion? It’s getting weirder and weirder tbh


Hey Tumblr staff and support, I love the website you’ve made! Don’t get me wrong, I love the microblogging format that allows me to post my music stuff or pictures or long text rants like this one! And despite there being bad apples, I still like the community this website has garnered.

But I have a hypothetical situation for you guys.

Let’s say HYPOTHETICALLY I wanted to rebrand this blog a bit. I wanted to drop the “blog” and just have my URL be a brisk clean “”. Now in this HYPOTHETICAL situation, I would have tried this about six months ago, only to learn that the URL was taken. The user hadn’t posted in six years, but after looking over the guidelines I read your policy on account dormancy which states “Some long-unused URLs may eventually be released as part of our policy on account dormancy, which only applies to accounts that have not been logged into for over one year”. Additionally, if a blog is terminated, you can’t claim its URL. This is a completely fair policy and I respect it. Upon further HYPOTHETICAL research, I would read that if an account is dormant, you all don’t terminate the blog, rather you move it to a backup URL and release the original URL. Hypothetically.

So a HYPOTHETICAL week ago, let’s say I noticed the URL “” was empty, and nothing was there. Upon some searching I found the old one at “chongo-backup.tumblr.con” (URL changed to protect the innocent. If you do find the backup URL please do not @, message, send asks, or otherwise perturb this person).

So I then HYPOTHETICALLY try to change my URL. And it doesnt work. I hypothetically contact support and ask what the deal is, and they tell me all the policies you saw above. I mention to them that I know the policies, and that the original owner of the URL was moved to “chongo-backup” and so it should be open. They reply saying that “chongo-backup” was recently active, but still holds the “chongo-backup” moniker rather than “chongo”

So hypothetically, what the heck? If he’s active, should you change him back to his original username? If not, then why make the URL “chongo” just an empty void that cant be claimed. If you moved the guy entirely to “chongo-backup” then isn’t that the moving you were talking about?

Like, if you guys just hypothetically moved “chongo-backup” back to “chongo” I wouldnt be this mad! Heck, I’m not even mad because I cant hypothetically change my URL! I’m mad because I’ve been trying to contact you guys with questions about this baffling hypothetical situation of a ghost URL that is just a wasteland that no one can claim except for a person who you moved (which is part of releasing the URL) and isn’t even a terminated blog. I don’t care if I don’t get the URL. You could tell me the URL got eaten by sharks for all I care or that it belongs to someone else now. If you just help me make sense of this situation of inconsistent policy, I’ll calm down.

Hypothetically, of course.

Righting Wrongs Part 3

Sorry for the delay on part 3 (if anyone was waiting LOL)! You can find the links to parts 1 & 2 here: Part 1 - Part 2

Special thanks again to @paperbacktrash-deactivated20170 who is on another break for being my beta bitch and being amazingly supportive. I also figured out formatting, my apologies. My previous chapters were structured so terribly but it now looks visually appealing aha. 

We also get some ACTION this time. I won’t tell you what kind. ;)

Without further ado…

The next morning, Lucien climbed groggily out of bed and Tamlin smothered his laughter with his pillow as he watched Lucien stumble around.

“Drink too much last night?” He got out in between his snickers.

Lucien threw him a dirty glare, “How are you so unaffected? You drank as much as I did.”

“I guess my tolerance is just better than yours.” Tamlin ducked under the blanket at the incoming pillow headed straight for head.


Tamlin pulled himself out of bed, “Asshole as I may be, you can’t deny that it’s hilarious.” He chuckled again as Lucien grunted. They dressed quickly and emerged from their tent, sun shining. A good omen.


There was a huge red tent on the outskirts of the camp, people going in and out with food. “That must be where the bacon is,” Lucien gave a groan of pleasure as the smell of food wafted towards them.

Jurian came out of the tent, a plate full of food in hand. “You two look like shit.” He was smiling.

“Good morning to you too, Jurian.” Tamlin said, stifling a yawn.

“Grab some food and join us over there,” Jurian gestured to a picnic table where Avryn and Linden were already seated, eating their breakfast.

Jurian headed over and sat with them. Tamlin and Lucien joined the line to get food. Some of the people gave them tentative smiles, some ignored them. One woman approached Tamlin, her two children in tow. “Uhm, excuse me, mister… High Lord?”

Tamlin smiled warmly, “Please, just call me Tamlin.”

The woman smiled nervously. “Tamlin then… I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you so much for giving my family second chance.” The two kids hiding behind their mother stuck their heads out from behind her to look at him.

He knelt down to their level, “Hello there. I’m Tamlin. Are you excited to see your new home?” Both squealed at being addressed by him and ran to their father waiting at a table for them. He straightened and the woman offered an apologetic smile.

“It’ll take time. They’ve been raised to fear you. It’ll just take time.” She waved and joined her family.

Lucien clapped Tamlin on the back, “Don’t be ashamed, it’s just your face.” He was still chuckling as they made their way to the picnic table with their food.


They took their seats, opposite of the other three. Linden grunted a barely intelligible “Morning” over his mouthful of food. Apparently not a man of many words.

Avryn grinned wickedly over her bacon and eggs, “Morning boys.”

They both nodded their greetings before digging in.

“Ready for today?” Jurian asked in between bites.

“What can we expect?”

“Well, a lot of the people here are still unsure of what you’ve offered which is to be expected but everyone has agreed regardless to come with you, us included. There’s almost three hundred people here and we want to make sure no one is left behind,” Jurian responded.

“It’s lucky there aren’t more. A lot of people stayed in the Summer Court, part of Tarquin’s plans to abolish class lines. Then there’s the Night Court, who are working close with Tarquin and his Court as they have the same ideas. They’ve taken a large amount of people as well, a few thousand by last count. I did mention yesterday the Winter Courts’ involvement. They’ve rebuilt several towns and villages here in the mortal lands, the truly uncomfortable humans are staying and resettling in them.” Avryn paused, taking a bite of bacon. “I suspect it’s so they can make sure we don’t murder the others who’ve settled with the Fae.”

Lucien choked on his juice. Tamlin thumped him on the back, “Easy, friend.”

“Anyways, you can expect this camp to be torn down, packed up and for us to get moving just after breakfast. We could use your help,” Jurian finished and stood to leave.

Linden joined him, “We will be starting to tear down in about an hour. Find us then.” Linden followed Jurian away from the table.

Lucien and Tamlin shared a look, “Not a man of many words, is he?” Lucien asked Avryn.

She shook her head and winked at Tamlin, “What he lacks in words, he more than makes up for elsewhere.” With that, she took her leave.

Lucien turned to Tamlin, “Well, at least the Fae are being extra accommodating to the humans,” and burst out laughing.

Tamlin shook his head and shuddered inwardly, that female… he commended the man or male who took on that side of her.


Several hours later, the camp was disassembled and the group of 300 humans and three Fae were on the move. Children were propped up on horses with the adults surrounding them forming a protective barrier. Jurian headed up the long column of people with Avryn on horseback. Lucien and Tamlin rode in the middle and Linden covered the end so someone could watch the stragglers. Tamlin could taste the excitement in the air and it was refreshing. He did notice though, that the people Tamlin and Lucien were closest to were doing their best to leave a wide berth between the two Fae males. A little of his own excitement evaporated at that but Lucien didn’t appear to mind.

“Don’t let it bother you, they may never fully trust us. They’ve been brutalized for far too long to have any faith in us over one night. I don’t doubt that most think we are leading them to their doom.” Lucien chuckled darkly to himself.

“I suppose I should know this better than anyone at this point. I don’t know why I continue to expect this to be easy. I failed. My family failed before me. Only now am I even trying to repent.” He shook his head, letting the full weight of disappointment consume him.

Lucien pondered him for a moment. “I considered leaving you to rot, you know. I figured you deserved it. You earned that. I imagined you returning to the manor, it being destroyed and you taking a seat on your ruined throne. I imagined you wasting away to nothing, alone as the roses and their thorns grew out of control, caging you in. I wanted you to feel the pain and suffering that I did.”

Tamlin looked up at his friend, “What changed your mind?” He asked hesitantly.

“I forgave you, but more than that… I didn’t want to turn into my father. Beron is a snake and he raised my brothers to be the same. I suppose you have my mother to thank, she gave me the final push I needed to come here.“

"What do you mean?” Tamlin asked, genuine surprise.

“It was something she said to me. ’Don’t follow in his footsteps. You are not him and he does not own you. Do not fall prey to those you believe to be your family. Listen to your heart because the blood that runs through your veins means more than he does.’ She was always very careful with me around Beron but that was more direct than she’s been before… but it’s his blood I have, so I suppose it’s just another cryptic message. It can’t be anything more… anyways, that’s what got me here. I followed my heart.”

Tamlin smiled sadly, “I thought there would be more yelling truthfully. You have always been a better friend, a better male than I could ever hope to be.”

“I don’t believe yelling solves anything. Violence was not the answer. I see your guilt eating you up inside. I see how you fight the guilt and the anger every day and I know that you don’t need someone else to fuel it. You can beat yourself up just fine on your own and I’m certain you will continue to do so for a long while.”

Tamlin nodded, “You might be right,” and gave a weak smile. “Thank you. I don’t deserve this, but thank you.”

Lucien shrugged his shoulders. “I just want you to be happy. If this, your goal to help humans and unite Prythian and gain forgiveness does that, then the least I can do is give you this last gift of my forgiveness.”

Lucien watched as his words sunk in, “You’re going back to the Night Court when we get back?”

Lucien nodded. “If there is any chance my mate wants to know me, I have to try… and they’re not so bad, the Court of Dreams.”

Tamlin nodded halfheartedly. “I suppose I knew this was happening, too. I wish you luck, old friend.”

They spent the rest of the ride to their first camp site in a companionable silence, occasionally exchanging comments back and forth. Tamlin tried to keep it light but his heart was aching. This was probably the last time he would be seeing Lucien.


The trip back to Spring Court was slated to take five days so as not to tire the travelers. Each day had the same routine: arrive at the next camp location, set up camp and pitch in to make sure everyone was fed before they went to sleep. The next morning, everyone pitched in and tore down the camp and then they were off once more.

The camp was settled in for the third night. Lucien and Tamlin had found themselves comfortable with Jurian and his cabal. The talk was civil, the banter and jokes came easily. War stories and life stories were exchanged over a bottle of liquor each night. They had a common purpose that united them and pasts that drove them to be better. It made all the difference.

Tamlin found himself again wandering in the dark. There was something soothing about the cool breeze and the sounds of the surrounding lands falling asleep, even if he couldn’t sleep much himself. The sounds of the camp were distant but he could see what was left of the burning fires, dancing with the shadows of the night.

Tamlin took a seat on the ground and leaned into the trunk of the towering oak tree. He sighed and rested his head back, eyes lost in the stars. He knew he should be spending more time with Lucien as he would be leaving in a couple of days but it was easier to be alone. His thoughts turned to their progress. It was all going well which has surprised him. Each day more of the people talked to him or waved and smiled. Excitement and maybe finally some joy were present in each day. It had taken so long for him to have a purpose once again, one that wasn’t a death sentence or forced on him. So many years of living to make up for. Secretly, he hoped Avryn, Jurian and Linden would stick around. Avryn had seemed to warm to him as he took her orders without fuss and brought his own ideas to the table that she deemed, “not completely idiotic”.

He smiled at that particular memory. She was… adventurous and wild and frighteningly smart. Tamlin found he was often watching her movements and he found himself trying to read her emotions and learn her face. She was fascinating to behold – and something continued to draw him to her. Occasionally he thought he caught her studying him with the same intensity but as soon as she noticed him, she averted her gaze and generally made a crude joke which caused everyone in the vicinity to curl over laughing and Tamlin’s observations were forgotten.

The sounds of the evening suddenly ceased and Tamlin straightened, his talons shot out in response. He eased off the ground and pressed his back into the tree, listening. He could hear steps approaching, five sets if he was correct, and they were doing their best not to be heard. Their rotting scent hit Tamlin and he froze.


Cursing inwardly, he whirled around the tree just as the first reached his hiding spot and disemboweled it. The other four snarled viciously and advanced. Tamlin stepped back swiftly to avoid the next naga’s black talons. He was a second too late and the naga ripped into his chest, blood spilling down and seeping through his tattered tunic. He snarled and slammed his talons through the naga’s throat and tore it out. The naga dropped like a stone as Tamlin felt a freezing gust that chilled him to the bone. He looked towards the three remaining naga but stumbled when he saw they were frozen solid. Avryn stepped up beside him and he watched as she closed her fist and the frozen naga shattered into pieces. 

“Close call, Lord of Spring.” She looked at his wounds, concern marring her brow but unfazed by the incredible amount of power she just revealed.

“I should know better… Not all of the creatures have been cleared from these lands… but thank you.” She was pulling his tunic from his chest to assess the damage. She rested her palm flat against the gouges and he felt a warmth spread over the affected area. Her eyes were closed in concentration.

A moment later, she stepped back and Tamlin saw that she had healed him. The scars were faded and the fresh blood staining his skin and tunic, there were no signs of the gashes.

“I hail from two mighty noble bloodlines. My father was from the Dawn Court and my mother from the Winter Court. My mother’s magic is stronger but I have enough of the healing gift of the Dawn Court that I can patch wounds up. It’s… exhausting, but handy.”

“Where are your parents now?”

She leaned against the tree Tamlin had previously found solace in. “Dead. Curtesy of Amarantha. I was on a diplomatic mission to the Dawn Court when you were cursed Under the Mountain. My parents were some of the lucky souls slaughtered in the beginning. I say lucky because at least they didn’t have to suffer through the next 50 years… I’m the only one left.” She crossed her arms and pinched the bridge of her nose.

Tamlin felt an overwhelming urge to comfort her. He stepped in front of her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry. For all that you endured.”

Avryn dropped her arms and Tamlin could see fierce emotion blazing in her eyes.

“Don’t feel sorry for me,” and she pulled him towards her and pushed him into the tree as her lips crashed into his.

Tamlin didn’t hesitate, he pulled her closer to him, winding one of his hands through the hair at the back of her neck while his other hand explored her. She gave a small shiver and gasped against his lips as he ran his fingers across her collar bones.

Her hands started roaming over his arms and his chest. She stopped suddenly when she reached the tears in his tunic and the dampness of the blood. She pushed him off her with a laugh. “You’re a mess and you’ve probably gone and gotten me covered in blood, too.”

He looked at her and burst out laughing. “Now, I am truly sorry.”

“What will they say, when we come back covered in blood?” She asked sarcastically.

Tamlin eyed her swollen lips, “For some reason, I don’t think that will be their biggest concern.”

They both laughed again.

“You’re a decent kisser for a young, Spring male.”

“I could say the same about you being so old.”

Her lips raised in a mischievous smile. “Careful boy, or there won’t be any more kissing.”

Tamlin grinned back. “Are you saying there is going to be more?”

She shoved him. “You provide a nice distraction.”

As they walked back to the camp together, Tamlin felt something ease in his chest. If Avryn was going to be sticking around the Spring Court, and this was what he had to look forward to… maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to him.



Nagisa: “Why are all their jerseys normal except Seirin?! Why did we suddenly decide to put Kunigigaoka into a different anime?! WHAT HAPPENED TO SEIRIN?!”

(asked by miffythoughts​) 

❋ No more KnB AU asks for the time being, please! Thank you. ❋

TalesFromYourServer: Prank Calls or Wrong Number?

Disclaimer: Not a server. Long time lurker, first time posting. Sorry for mobile formatting.

So I am currently a host at a chain restaurant that also does takeout, catering, and deliveries. For the past year I’ve been working here, our takeout and deliveries have been steady and pretty popular and we get a decent amount of call-in orders a night.

However, in the past two weeks, we have been constantly receiving calls meant for other restaurants. I’ve gotten calls from customers who want a delivery over 5 miles away (our limit), customers trying to order food we don’t have, and customers trying to contact another one of our stores and reaching us. Every call ends the same, with the customer getting mad at me that they called the wrong number.

I’m not sure if google is putting our phone number next to other restaurants or something but it’s starting to get very irritating, especially when we have other takeout orders to work on and guests to seat. Has this happened to anyone else?

By: memegod42

The War We Lost


Kyla rubbed at her wrists, the raw skin still aching from the constant removal and application of the “standard issue” force cuffs. It felt wrong to look down at the dark fabric when all she had worn in… years… was the plain gray fabric that was given to all criminals. Certainly she deserved more than the threadbare garments they had given her originally, but seeing her old armor– clothes that were tailored to every inch of her body –felt surreal. Her stomach clenched and unclenched around the idea that maybe her lover had not died. It was still never good to hope. Hope got people killed.

Mental note: All of this is surreal.

After a few minutes, Kyla was working the gloves over her fingertips and trying not to think about all that she had done in them: making the choice to destroy Hosnian Prime, killing Han Solo… at the same time, the supple leather had seen celebrations and victories alike. As well as the kiss of her lover’s breath at the end of their too long days.

Three years had passed, though it felt like seconds and simultaneously centuries.

Observation: Three years, seven months, a week, and four days.
Clarification: Calculations are unnecessary. It’s been a long time.

“It will be a simple mission, Ren, nothing to worry about. Go planetside, pick up the cargo, and come back.” The General had spared her a soft, lingering touch, one of those touches that warmed every inch of the knight’s body, and it said so much more than those simple words.

The rest… the rest is history.

Kyla was captured by a rogue group of resistance shoulders. Despite all her strength, all her power, there was no escape from them, and, oh, did she bleed for the Order before it fell to the surface of some abandoned planet. Kyla had watched the Finalizer fall out of the sky, thinking of nothing more than protocol, Hux would have been amused-maybe even truly happy.

But the General of any First Order Flagship would know to evacuate all high ranking personnel except themselves.

Mental note: She hated Hux for strictly following protocol.

Coming back to this moment, Kyla shoved her hands into the leather gloves. She had given in to the belief that Hux was…

That didn’t matter. Not anymore.

Reflection: Did it ever?

When they landed on Aren VII and all but threw her off the shuttle onto the icy ground she couldn’t have been happier. “Find the General and the council will remove the death sentence that you have. We’ll give you whatever you need, Br-Kyla. Just show them you can be cooperative.”

Finding Hux wouldn’t be hard. Convincing the General to go back to prison would be another matter entirely.

As she trekked through the seemingly endless snowfall, that feeling only got stronger. After hours of walking through the blizzard, Kyla finally felt like she was getting somewhere; she even felt like she was getting close. It was only by luck that the wind blew a bit lighter and she saw a pillar of smoke coming out of the ground. Dropping into the small igloo, Kyla walked over to the lump of what looked suspiciously like Wampa fur and pulled it aside slowly. Despite everything else in her life that had gone horribly wrong, she had going the ginger. Without thinking, she noisily dropped her helmet and cupped the general’s cheek. “Hux, wake up.” Her heart pounded as she felt the chill beneath her armor and Hux was in so much less.

Situation analysis: Hux was alive. She could care less about how happy the ginger was to see her or what state she had to drag her home in.

july 23 • 23:16 • spanish 🇪🇸
Did another decorative title for my Spanish notes! (I’m just taking notes from Duolingo, I’m not taking the subject this year). Sorry this is like pretty much the same as my last post - I’ll post my notes once I figure out how to format them.. any advice? 😅

fangirls-we-runthe-world  asked:

Did u delete a ton of your malec fics on your blog? I see links but nothing is showing up. I love your writing and want to read all of them! Lol is there anywhere else i can find them or are they gone forever. Thanksss

hey, I deleted them all a while ago and reposted edited versions in new formatting, so they’re here just in different links. sorry there’s still posts with the wrong links, I haven’t gotten to deleting them all yet. anyways, here they are listed below, thanks so much for reading ^^ | malec - college au chapter one | malec - college au chapter two | malec - college au chapter three | malec - college au chapter four | malec - college au chapter five | malec - college au chapter six | malec - the accords hall kiss from Alec’s point of view | malec - alec and his umbrella problem /fluff

midnight | pynch - ronans insomnia and how he and adam deal with it /fluff | malec - say hey if you’re gay /fluff | malec - magnus and alec have a fight that involves kisses and blenders /fluffy angst | malec - Magnus’s magic during sex /smut | malec - clave meetings involve concealing tables and alec, two things magnus enjoys /smut | pynch - headcanons | malec - high school au /smut | pynch fluff | malec - magnus having the time of his life making his shadowhunter boyfriend prove his strength through frequent piggy back rides

A Merry Killjoy Christmas: Pt. 2

I tried to reblog the last post on my laptop and it wouldn’t let me so I’ve just started a new post.


*she opened the medicine cabinet and took out the pill box that contained the tablets she used to take, she held it in her hands, turning it over again and again, she didn’t know what was happening, she wasn’t in control*

C’mon ya little pussy… Do it. Empty it. Overdose.

Hello? Who’s there?

That won’t matter, do it. Empty it.


Spoilers by @sayakakat2012 and me. Translated page by page so that’s the format here. Im on mobile so sorry for long post. This info may be wrong but this is what we were able to deduct. Please dont use it elsewhere without consulting @sayakakat2012 and support the official release!

Page 2: Tienzan valley
Aladdin: This scenery looks unusual at first sight, there are traces that the hole in the sky has extended
Yunan: There are some traces but it has been blocked, I don’t think we should worry about Il Illah descending again

Page 3:
Aladdin: Yunan!?
Yunan: It’s nothing
Aladdin: Try not to overdo it, you are still healing from the wounds of the last battle
Yunan: Thank you, but I’m all right Aladdin. I must return to the valley of the rift
Aladdin: Yes, I’ll be going back to the Kou empire
Square: Kou Empire
Aladdin: I’m back!

Page 4
Aladdin: J-Judal?! Judal….

Page 5
Aladdin: You look different, are you all right? I should stop flying like this…
Judal: Ah…hm…
Judal: Hey Hakuryuu, this weirdo is treating me as if we were friends
Hakuryuu: That is Aladdin
Judal: What?! That’s why I felt sick all of a sudden!

Page 6:
Alibaba: Aladdin! What happened in the Tenzan?
Hakuryuu: Tenzan valley?
Aladdin: Yes, some days ago I had a strong uneasiness, but I’m not sure what it is
Kougyoku: At the same time I received a report, there were sigthings in Tenzan’s sky of a strong momentanous light

Page 7:
Alibaba: So Aladdin and Yunan went to see what was going on
Morgiana: What did you feel, Aladdin?
Aladdin: I’m not sure
Morgiana: Not sure?
Aladdin: I still can feel it….the world has changed, is not the same as yesterday…I have a strong uneasy feeling…

Page 8:
Judal: Well I haven’t felt anything wrong…
Hakuryuu: Even if you’re a magi?
Judal: Stop it!
Aladdin: Anyways, I shouldn’t be worried about this situation
Alibaba: I’m glad to hear it…(notices Kougyoku looks distressed) Kougyoku?…Kougyoku!
Kougyoku: Eh?

Page 9:
Alibaba: Why do you look so worried?
Kougyoku: I’m sorry, I was just thinking on something. I was thinking on what I told him the day we went out of the International Alliance…I abandoned the alliance but now I’m uncertain, did I do the right thing? Sometimes anxiety can transform into pride…
Alibaba: It’s all right! Didn’t you say it? There was a lot of discussion in the imperial office
Kougyoku: Yes…

Page 10: Also, didn’t you prepare a trading route with Reim? You did that on your own!
Kougyoku: Thank you, Alibaba
Judal: I see…but I believe Hakuryuu would be a better emperor than the old hag
Hakuryuu: Hey! Where are you going?!
Judal: To have fun

Page 11:
Morgiana: What made the light appear in Tienzan? A lightning strike?
Kougyoku: Those were the only data reported
Aladdin: There was someone close to the center of the IA in that momento
Alibaba: For now, we must ask Sinbad! (calls Sinbad) Sinbad, is that you?
Sinbad: Hey!

Page 12
Sinbad: Hello Alibaba!
Alibaba: Hey! I wanted to know…have you seen something like a lightning strike the day before yesterday nearby the headquarters of the International Alliance?
Sinbad: A lightning strike? Not at all, I haven’t had any reports like that…
Alibaba: You seem a little nervous, How have you been recently?
Sinbad: Good! Busy as always

Page 13
Sinbad: Though I haven’t received any invitation to your wedding with Morgiana, I think you have made yourself a favor
Alibaba: What? Made myself a favor?
Sinbad: So…like father like son…
Alibaba:…hahaha! Don’t give excuses to not go to the wedding!
Sinbad: Hahahaha, joke!

Ja’far: Sin! It’s time for the meeting!
Sinbad: I’m coming!, well see you later Alibaba! (hangs)
Alibaba: He said he didn’t know anything…
Aladdin: Ok! We must keep working on this!
Square: Without interruptions nor problems, nigh arrives

Square: However, three days after that, something happened
Aladdin: This night is not very calm…Huh?

Aladdin:Who is awake so late?
(he finds Alibaba)
Aladdin: -A?!

Alibaba: I….I…Morgiana left me
Aladdin: …Huh?


–Everything This Engineer Has Ever Loved || m.s.t

Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me, complimentandasmile, haha! Like I said, I know this wasn’t what you were expecting, but inspiration struck and I hope you like it anyway. It was a pleasure writing for you again <3

Words Worth Waiting For - Dantana oneshot

I’m baaaaaaack! Maybe. Please excuse any formatting issues, I’m posting from the iPad and need to get used to it.

I’ve never actually written Dantana before so I would love to hear what you guys think. This one’s for Kami - I owe her cute Dantana for her fantastic reading of lesbian smut while her mother was in the next room. Sorry it’s taken so long ❤️

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@devaronians @culturevulture73

I can’t find the post all the sudden, but it was a response to the “Luke hasn’t done anything wrong ever, in his life,” post.

They were like, “he made out with his sister and he abandoned artoo and he was a whiny bitch and he almost fell to the dark side and he killed millions of people on the Death Star >:((( fuck luke!!!”


charminultrasoftbutch-deactivat  asked:

hi. when is it appropriate to use the word "probably" and when can it be considered defensive etc... i use it a lot just to even out the syllables in what i want to say (having an offbeat amount of syllables freaks me out) but i realize it essentially changes what i'm trying to say from definite to speculative... should i typically avoid it at times when i'm being criticized? is there someone else i should ask? sorry i'm so confused. thank you for all your help.

Yeah it’s a good idea to avoid using the word “probably” or other words that point to uncertainty (like “if,” “maybe,” “might,” “could be,” etc) in an apology or response to a call out. Saying “sorry that could be read/seen/come off as ___,” “that might be ____,” “is probably ___” are examples to avoid. I think it’s also good to avoid “you” language (“sorry that you were offended,” “sorry if you were offended,”). You want to own what you did and say “sorry that I was homophobic/transphobic/racist/sexist,” or “i apologize for saying that transphobic comment,” etc). I even think saying “offended/upset you” isn’t good either; saying “I’m sorry for making an upsetting/offensive remark” is better because again, you don’t know how the person felt, so again, avoid “you” language. But the best wording is specific: saying that it is sexist, transphobic, homophobic or what have you, maybe even reiterating why it’s wrong for your followers (and to show the person you called out that you understand). Focus the language on yourself and the statement and stick to certain language.

It’s also good to avoid talking a lot about your intention or why you did it. I’ve done that before and it’s a bad idea. The person doesn’t care about your intention and they usually can tell a minor mistake from an outright bigot. If you apologize for the error simply and briefly, that tells a lot more about your intention. I would only address your intention if the other user made a statement about your intention that was incorrect.

Also do not edit or delete the post if you’ve been called out. You can strike out any text or use *** to censor things if you need to, but it’s important to keep a record. The only time I delete or edit posts without a record is if I realized my own error myself within minutes of posting


Person 1: Republicans have no idea about women! They’s need google maps to find their way around a vagina.

Person 2: that’s cissexist. not all people with vaginas are women and not all women have vaginas.

Bad apology: i’m sorry if you were offended. i probably should have phrased it differently. *deletes post or edits the original so there’s no sign of the mistake*

Good apology: i’m sorry for being cissexist. That was thoughtless of me. i’ll edit it right now. *adds a strikethru to “women” in the original post and writes “edit: vaginas” next to it and at the bottom of the post puts a link to this ask/reblog or writes their own note summarizing why they made the edit*

Another example:

Person 1: “I have nothing against trans men I just would never date one.”

Person 2: That’s really trans phobic. Not all trans men look the same. Some have penises, some have vaginas. Some are indistinguishable from cis men. To write off all trans men as the same is wrong. And also, to act like there’s no way a trans men could ever be attractive to you is transphobic. But even acting like trans men who are more visibly trans are automatically not attractive is also transphobic.

Bad apology: Well, I’m sorry if you’re offended. I guess I could see how what I said might come off as transphobic to some people. I didn’t mean it like that and I didn’t intend to be transphobic, but maybe it was phrased badly. What i really meant is i’m not attracted to vaginas and wouldn’t date a person with one. That’s all I was trying to say. I don’t think all trans men are unattractive. I wasn’t trying to say that. *leaves post as is or deletes it*

Good apology: You’re right. I shouldn’t have implied all trans men look the same or are all the same. I’m sorry for making that transphobic comment. I shouldn’t have made that assumption. *adds a note to the original post, possibly with a link to this apology* *writes a public apology addressing what happened and explaining why it is transphobic to their followers in detail*

I feel like this format would work for most fuck ups online (and many aspects of this apply irl). I think some people think any apology will do but it’s important to acknowledge you did wrong, own up, keep it short and sweet, correct the behavior, and show a public record/edit of the mistake. If the mistake was a big one, it’s important to make a separate post/public apology addressing your followers and explaining what you did.