So What?, Claw, Laurence and I were in Skype and we decided to do that thing like they do on tumblr. They give me a situation and a number, and I pick that numbered gif from my stockpile. Here we go. Spoiler You're on railroad tracks when you suddenly see a train headed right for you. Your reaction (twelfth gif)... I swear, the 3D glasses complete the scene. You're playing Sengoku Basara and you kill loads of people. Your reaction (seventeenth & seventy-ninth gif)... The sad part is that this probably would be my reaction. Oda Nobunaga sentences you to death by consumption of extremely large amounts of natto. Your reaction (Fifty-first gif)... What the hell...? o-0 Now, give me some of your scenarios. Pick any number between 1 and 161 after you type the scenario though.
I needed your attention, and this has probably succeeded. [Check your PMs.] The rest of you can do what you like with this thread.
Of corse I would get this kind of dare. Especialy since I'm a frequenter in LP2P. Sorry Makaze, but what's done is done.
[Ricky Gervais better make fun of RDJ again so he has an excuse to get sexy- I mean, manly- I mean awesome- I mean... I don't even know what I mean anymore.] So, who else is watching just to see how harsh Ricky Gervais gets this year?
Before you say "This could go into Graphic Art", I want it here. Yes, it's crap. Just leave me to find a way of passing time during school. Fearless, here's the one page of fanart I promised you. It's Ten, Amy and Rory, because Eleven is too hard for me to draw. That hair is too difficult. Hell, it took me forever to get Ten's hair right, and this was just perfect. Spoiler: a Doctor Who paradox A drawing of myself and my three major Whovian siblings on this website with relevant gear from our lovers. Hope you lot enjoy, cause I know it took me a hell of a time to get it right. Spoiler: Whovians!~ What?, I made more SFORZATOQUEST fanart. This takes place before and after the next update(?) when FKB destroys the fridge. I just put myself in it to give it that entertaining feel. Please, don't mind me and my horrible jokes with the pizza... they are simply horrid. Spoiler: the new beginning Spoiler: Comedic Comic Part 1 Spoiler: Comedic Comic Part 2
I'm video calling Andrew on Skype. He's too adowable. I need him to move down to Florida with me so I can kidnap him for our similarities and his cuteness! lol, I'm dead serious
Do with this information what you will. I just felt like making a pointless thread.
Take that GS. <3
I was bored one night and decided to watch Sherlock Holmes. While watching t, I decided to pause it near the beginnig and did a little sketch of him, all in pen. CnC would be appreciated. Spoiler
I'm just not good at coming up with decent titles. Please just enjoy my fanfic of Sherlock Holmes. Spoiler The girl was beginning to awake. It was dark and she couldn't see a thing. Her hands and feet were bound with rope and she was scared. Panic consumed every inch of her being. What? W-where am I? How did I get here? She thought of her mother and of her whole childhood, as if she were about to die. She thought of her mother's constant trips to go see the man she adored more than any of her previous husbands. Every time she would come back from a meeting with him, be it intentional or not, she would smile. She loved every moment spent with him and he loved her just as much, or so she had been told. The little girl was left home alone whenever this happened, and her bedtime stories were always filled with the endeavors of this great man. However, things were... complicated between the two of them. On occasion, she would hear her mother crying in her room. The door would be shut and her tears, no matter how hard she tried to suppress them, could faintly be heard in the hall. When the little girl would wish her mother a good morning she would often find a pool of tears on her pillow and sheets. It was hard for a child of her age to understand, but she tried as best as she could to figure it out; for as long as she could remember she was hellbent on solving every mystery that came her way. The girl was brought back to the present by a low rumbling in the distance. She worked out that she was in some type of factory, most likely on the Thames with the rest. As she tried again to open her eyes, she felt a door open in front of her. From this, she was able to deduce that they were keeping her in a specfic room of this factory, but why? Who would ever do this to her and why would they care about a teenage girl anyway? She kept as still as possible, breathing slowly through her mouth to try and fool her captors. It seemed to work as the man that had entered began to yell unintelligbly and closed the door. She sighed softly to herself and began to try and free her hands from the rope. The skin on her wrists began to burn as she relentlessly tried to escape. Time passed, yet it felt like she had just woken up. She began to lose hope and, consequently, her attempts became more desperate. Water was pooling up around her eyes. So this is how I am to die… I only pray to see my mother once more. At that moment a noise came from outside the door. It sounded like the man who had come to look at her was yelling. His cries were cut short and everyone in the factory seemed to scream, running towards the man that had fallen. She was able to make out the last word that he had attempted to communicate to his co-workers. "Holm-" No. It couldn't be him. He couldn't possibly care about one girl, could he? Unless… She looked up as if praying to God and whispered something to herself. "Mother, your angel of mystery came through for me. I suppose he really is as reliable as you believed him to be." As everything fell silent, she turned to where the door should have been and began to scream as hard as she could, slowly regaining the hope that had seemed so far off only moments ago. "Here! I am here!" She could hear faint running and the door swung open. Silence fell over them for a moment, as if this man was examining her. Like she was a precious gem that had to be inspected for flaws or impurities. "Forgive me my tardiness, but there were far too many brutes. Honestly, young men today are so uncivilized." There was almost a playful tone to his voice in that last remark, as if he were trying to lift her spirits. He succeeded and she chuckled quietly. "Well, I suppose I could forgive you. Now please, could you help me out of these ropes?" "Your wish is my command, m'lady." Before undoing any of her restraints, he took off a blindfold that had been tied on her face. As it fell off, she cringed at the soft light of the factory. It seemed blinding given the fact that she could only see black a moment ago. It had been on very tight, and the relief that washed over her almost caused her to forget about the burning pain in her wrists. By the time she could see once more, the man had already begun freeing her wrists. She was unable to catch a glimpse of his face and the man she had heard of for so many years seemed more elusive now than ever. "You were obviously straining to escape, there's a tremendous amount of blood on the floor." He gently lifted her wrists and looked them over, making sure not to cause her more pain. "You need medical treatment immediately. Come with me, my friend is quite the renowned doctor." Not once did he stop trying to undo the binding as he spoke. He was always keeping himself busy with some task or train of thought. He was exactly the man that her mother always spoke of. She felt something fall to the floor and once the ropes were fully undone, he took a knife from his sleeve and cut the restraints to her ankles. Standing himself up from the muddy ground, he held out his hand to help her do the same. “Honestly, if you’d had the knife, you could have cut the first binding instead of fiddling with it for so long.” “I had presumed that a girl such as yourself would be relentless in her efforts to escape, and with that established, checking for any flesh wounds was a major concern of mine. If I had simply cut the ropes, your injuries could have become quite infected. Amputation is a terrible fate, especially for one so young.” She looked at him and checked her wrists, which were swollen and bloodied. She realized then that this could only be the great detective who had aided Scotland Yard so many times and never shown his face in the papers, the man who had been idolized in bedtime tales for years and years by her mother, the man who always came through for those he cared for. There was no doubt now that her mother had been the one to contact him for this case, as he was the only one that she could trust with her child’s safety. He was the only one that her mother could ever trust with anything. She put on a smile and nodded her approval of his methods and concern. She could only imagine how much her mother must have begged him to take the case and what secrets she must have held over his head. Blackmail was always a favorite of hers among men. As she took his hand and steadied herself, he began to walk out the door and into the factory to investigate. He had his back turned to her as he began to speak. “Just out of curiosity, what is your name?” “Holly… Holly Adler.” He turned around with a wide smile on his face. It was almost as if he'd had a revelation. “Really, don't you find it odd that you've kept your mother's last name?” “I never knew my father. I don't even know if he's alive, and I honestly don’t care about him.” She spoke with a bitterness about her father. Her mother had married many men in her life, and some of them were worse people than she ever was. She knew all about what her mother did, but it was what she did to survive; she did it for the both of them. Her father was the scum of the earth as far as she was concerned. He had left her mother with the burden of a child, possibly even knowing about her... occupation. He could be rotting in a hole and she would only scoff at the thought. “Hmm. Most intriguing...” Sitting on a barrel near the door, he put his hands together as he did when he was thinking of the possible solutions to a problem. She stood there, arms crossed, and wondered why he was taking such a sudden interest in all of this. He put his hands down and looked her straight in the eye, a new found confidence in his face. “Well, Holly, I believe that I can tell you a few things about your life. You are a girl of about fifteen years of age and in those fifteen years you have met your father only once. Your mother would always tell you tales of how they first met and she would run off to visit him quite often.” “Wait… what are y-” She stopped herself from speaking further as the pieces began to fit into place. “Well, now I can see why my mother chose my first name, but how long have you known about this, Mr. Holmes?” “Well now, the answer to that is quite obvious. I have known since your mother told me, Holly Holmes.” Spoiler Very predictable, I know, but I hope to thicken the plot a bit as time goes on. Also, keep in mind that this is the great Sherlock Holmes here. It's not exactly easy for a teenager to write a plot for Sherlock Holmes.
[Should I make a fanfic of Sherlock Holmes in which Sherlock had a child with Irene, but she never told him and things happen and he has to go save this child, now old enough to realize who she is, from a greater danger than either of them could imagine?] Should I or shouldn't I? I'm feeling inspired by a depressing song and this just popped into my head.
I know you're online and you know who you are. I'm sorry, but I won't be able to do what I had originally planned for you tomorrow. I'll owe you as many favors as you want for a whole year, I don't care, but I'm working my ass off for you on a gift you'll like. I'm taking the time to do things with this friggin program that I never did before, and I just hope you like your gift tomorrow. Please forgive me for my blunder, but life hasn't been the easiest on me lately (sick on Thanksgiving, dealing with getting the wire on my braces changed just in time for Christmas, etc.).
I feel like such a forum helper. X3
[Pre-order now and recieve your copy on the 29th] Just in time to study up for next year.
Y u post the CO event AFTER I was patiently waiting on the site for like six hours!?!?!!?!!???!??!??
Where's my castle KHV? I want my Castle 'o Oblivion...
Get on your PS3 so Kitty, yourself and myself can kick ass (or get our asses kicked) on Uncharted 3! We can just do the co-op if you want; it's actually quite fun to play with Kitty...
The game, Doctor Who: The Eternity Clock has been confirmed for PC, PS3 and the Vita. Not much else has been confirmed besides the fact that it takes place in the timeline of the eleventh doctor. I can't wait for this thing. I'll be one of the first to get it for sure. Source.
lol, you mad?
[I nearly cried at the scene after the end credits.] Them working together and Rin being as stubborn as ever... ;~; Also, it's one of the first anime i've completely finished watching.
