#a promise is a promise

[respectthepetty]

My men are finally returning to me!

Mos and Bank finished the fittings and script readings for SunsetxVibes.

Yin and War started filming Jack and Joker.

Charles Tu is going to be in another BL.

Fluke Pusit is going to be a lead.

Max and Tul have a fanmeet.

Therefore, I owe the BL Gods what I promised, and for Pride, I'll be watching *crying internally* either a MAME series, a censored Chinese bromance, or a sexual tension-filled Korean bromance.

So far I'm picking between these, but I'm open to more (painful) suggestions. I might even create my very first poll and make the crowd choose for me:

Mame

TharnType

Love By Chance

Don't Say No

Love in the Air

Wedding Plan

Censored Chinese

The Untamed

Word of Honor

Guardian

Stay with Me

The Spirealm

Korean Bromance

The Devil Judge

Worst of Evil

I already hate myself and this endeavor, but a promise is a promise, and I'd promised the BL Gods if I got my men back, I'd finally watch something that I have been petty about without experiencing.

It is time.

[graygiantess]

YESSSSSS pleaseee!!! Armand needs to blow that old man’s back out and then turn him into a vampire so he can get his own back blown out 🙏🙏🙏

Hey Nonny,

Glad you're excited!

This might be the summary of the WIP I'm working on right now. 👀

Note the tags ending in a comma. That's because I'll be adding some more as I write. 👀

[dhampiravidi]

only BMTH fans will get it

MAID OUTFIIIIIIIT 😍

[wanchiispiced]

this is

this is

i have no explanation im so sorry

[thebiggestfuckgiven]

Lore ii

(for How I DIDN’T Become a Villain)

Note: This is based on fanon that is used and accepted by most of the phandom, with the addition of my own ideas on how the supernatural aspect of how the DP universe came to be and what it consists of

• Life Energy •

Life Energy, as it has been spoken of, is what the Infinite Realms was initially made of. Or rather, it’s all the Infinite Realms was. Over the millennia, it proved to grow over itself, calcifying layers and layers of concepts, ideas, thoughts, split second feelings and recurring emotions from all worlds connected to it. Fossilized layers of everything mortal creatures eventually always forgot about would become embedded deep within the Realms down to its very core.

The first Linkeeper, forgotten now to the dredges of no longer spoken history, had given it a name. From the very beginning, they recognized what it was. And when they soothed those sharp, poking edges for the first time, they kissed its name onto them: Vigio.

• The Everift •

who are they?

The Everift are inter-dimensional beings, those that live in the in between of the worlds multitude. They are the connectors and the dividers. Everift stabalize punctures in a world’s fabric. They may seal it, or sometimes turn it into a door, or, on the rare occassion, leave it an open window, whether to assure it’s stability or otherwise. They are connected to the balance. They know all in a world that can tip it, and take care to watch over it all.

Many guide souls out of their void, into the Vigio so that they may cross it to their destination. Many live throughout different lived across many worlds. They do not create but they perpetuate. The Everift are the many, and they are the Experiencers; they are a Consequence and a Reaction.

what are they?

They are the Rift, Nothing and Everything. The Everift are a higher dimension, like all others that were born of the connection between the Universe and the Vigio. Many, however, prefer to exist, partially, at a perceivable dimension within the Realms where they can see and be seen. Where they have a consciousness over the many worlds they divide. Worlds that are brought together by both Vigio and the Everift.

Like those who go by the false title of “Ghost King”, the Everift, too, are Keeper. Worldkeepers. Sometimes these Keepers lived. Sometimes, in the worlds they bordered. As such, many consider themselves attached to them and the lives they had there.

The Everift are a constant companion to the Vigio, and to its “king”.

Worldkeeper and Linkeeper. Two sides of the same coin; they watch over each other.

P.S,

I still had to skip a couple of stuff with this one because plot ✨

but i’m pretty satisfied with how it came out. Again, the Everift are my favorites. I honestly can’t wait to introduce them in-story.

[filthyjoetini]

I literally can’t tell you right now my loves because that would spoil the whole rest of the story.

Also! I’m sorry that I upset you…

( @hollster88 & @lma1986 )

[thebossestunicycle]

So my family has a boat. There’s a lake near my house that we go to all the time. Since it’s in a pretty developed area, there’s always some weird shit thrown into it. One of those things being a shopping cart from a nearby plaza.

When I was 12, my brother (8 at the time) and I first saw the shopping cart, shining and upright in the water. Obviously, our first thought was that we NEEDED to take this cart home. Unfortunately my father denied us of our request.

“Okay, how about when I graduate high school? As a graduation gift!” I pleaded.

“Yeah, sure,” he laughed, thinking that I would forget about our sweet Carty by the next day.

He was wrong.

Every time we’ve gone to this lake since, we have driven by Carty, excitedly announcing how much longer we had to wait to take him home.

“Only 6 more years!” my brother cheered.

Then five.

four.

three.

Every year he sunk a little further into the lake.

two.

one.

Last year, we didn’t see him. After all the years of rust, we thought he had either finally fallen apart, or fell over. A little beyond the shallow shore is a 50 feet drop. Either way we thought hope was lost.

Flash forward to today. I have my high school diploma, and we are on the lake again as I’m writing this. Out of hope, we made my dad drive close to the shore line so we could maybe find him.

And guess what? Hidden beneath some hanging bushes and on his side, completely brown from rust, yellow plastic wheels sticking out of the water, WE FOUND CARTY.

The only reason we aren’t attempting to rescue him today is because there’s cops on the water, as it’s 4th of july weekend. But next week, IT’S ON.

It will be difficult, but my brother (now 14) and I are going to try to yank him out of his mucky prison and hoist him onto the boat.

We will return him to his former glory.

Expect an update next Monday.

[gretavanfleetposts]

patiently waiting for some Sam content now that Valence is finished (😣)

I have an outline written for a jealous!Sam fic, I've just been sad and also busy haha but in the next week or two (?) there should be some Sammy content for you all!

[willedwoods]

@sekizein​

The whole situation felt uncomfortable and heavy. The moment Emmet ‘asked’ him to go out with him once the station closed for the evening, and by asked it sounded more like a demand and if he tried to avoid the outing then Emmet was just going to show up at his apartment anyways and drag him out. Or worse make himself at home. He’d done it before and fully expected his boss to do it again at any time.

Why was he like this?

He stared at the drink on the table that rested between his hands. Something light in flavor but still a little sweet. How many had he had at this point? Enough to make his mind feel a little foggy at the very least. “Why?” His normally calm and mild tone filled with unfiltered annoyance. “Why’d you force me out with you?” In his uncomfortable state he may have burned through more drinks than he thought. 

“Don’t you have any other friends to keep you company? Harassing me 5 days a week isn't enough? You really have to do it on my time off too?” He hissed staring at his boss from across the booth. Though before he knew it, Alex was already moving to stand. Well as much as he could, one of his hands gripping onto the edge of the table, supporting his weight. 

“You show up to my apartment uninvited. You force all sorts of work on me that wasn’t in my job description and don’t even bother to pay me more. I was hired to battle. I don’t know how to do any of yours and Ingo’s work. I don’t know the first thing about trains or subways! You never tell me what you’re actually feeling or what you want from me. You just act like some cryptid weirdo making weird vague demands of me. What am I supposed to think or do?”

Alexander paused at the other side of the table, blocking Emmet into the booth. Maybe it was an attempt to be intimidating or maybe he had really just wanted to move to sit next to the Subway Boss instead of across for some reason. Fumbling onto the bench he forced the Subway Boss back in the confined space, the only way out being to duck under the table. 

“I can’t keep up with this!” His left hand slammed down onto the table quite a bit harder than he intended, shaking it and nearly knocking over Emmet's drink in the process. “Just tell me what you want from me already! Do you hate me that much?!” His right hand came down right hard next to Emmet's head on the wall to his side, trapping him in place. The raised tone, and uncomfortably close position was something future Alex could be embarrassed about and regret later. 

“I’m not Ingo, can’t you see that?! I tried to be your friend-- I wanted to help you when you were struggling-- But you never ask for what you want! You demand the world from everyone but you don’t actually tell people what you need! That little world of just you and Ingo you’re still trying to live in doesn’t exist anymore! Ingo is gone! There’s people who are here! People care about you but you’re so in your own head that you can’t see it. I care about you! I’m not Ingo. I can’t replace your brother and I know that but it doesn’t mean I’m useless. Even if its not me-- You need to let someone in! Stop trying to do this on your own!”

[l0v3rwh0r3]

im the type of person who goes by the mantra “a promise is a promise.” no matter how big or how small it is. i take promises very seriously and if you break a promise, you’ll probably be dead to me. so yeah. I DONT KNOW, IM HAVING MIDNIGHT THINKING.

[cafffine]

my prof just explained on the syllabus that he’s included more points in the class than we needed to pass, so we could skip up like?? 20 small assignments/quizzes/participation!! and still get a very high grade!!

the idea was that we could focus on assignments that played to our strengths - only do the participation stuff if we like to talk out loud - only do the quizzes/readings if we want to do the class remotely - only do online discussions if we like to talk and share opinions but struggle with anxiety in class ect.

and that’s cool enough but then he pulled up DnD character sheets with drawings he’d done of these hypothetical student player classes and how our various accessibility needs could be gamified to ‘max out’ different aspects of the class to get high grades and like!!!!!

hell yeah!!!! let’s treat accessibility in higher education not just as a necessity but as the fun, engaging, and creative aspect of learning that it is!!! I love this!!

EDIT: For proper credit or further questions about his system please find my professor on twitter @/kurtishanlon

[taffywabbit]

they should invent a new type of "staying in bed for 2-3 hours after you wake up repeatedly opening and closing apps on your phone" where it makes you feel awesome and energized and emotionally fulfilled

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[sleepynegress]

Just checking.... We all pronounce Miette like My-TAY in our heads, right?

* Adding a note because I FEEL yall's frustration. I feel similar to the way you feel when someone uses the word "casted" instead of "cast" when someone is cast in a show, for example... So... I PROMISE I never said it aloud. It is indeed "Meyet" said in almost one syllable, with a French roll of the tongue in the middle. TODAY I LEARNED. It means Crumb.