#promoooooos!

[blossoms-phan]

I’m so curious to see how they’re going to approach the hotel bedroom situation if they show it in the next video😂

we could be boring and remember the fact that there could be any situation like just being given a room with two beds to spread their shit out or that they film in a clean room or lounge type space before leaving but we’re in the no fucks given/teasing us just bc they can era now so ideally I want them to be sat in front of one bed with stuff on either side and for phil to be like “look they’re sharing a bed” and dan to go “just two bros chilling in the same bed 5 feet apa-“

[kostenkos]

♡  ───  𝖇𝖚𝖙  𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗  𝖜𝖆𝖞  𝖎'𝖒  𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔  𝖎𝖙...

[nanlanmoarchived]

 “How do you know I’m a nice girl?”

    independent Jessica Hamby || Est. September 2011 || Selective & Mutual

                                        verses     ||    rules

[thisautistic]

oh hey. i'm still adding songs to this. it's been a while since i've done a promoooooo

[doontpanic]

WHAT WAS THAT PROMOOOOOO, YOU GUUYSS

[frankenruth]

@june-doe-event - day 9!

ok before I put this - this was supposed to be a comic but that would take too long for one day so I added quite a few things and made it a short fic instead

uhh I probably won’t do this again unless I have the same not-enough-time situation but I can always take constructive criticism just in case.

also I wrote this last night and didn’t feel like rereading it now so if there’s errors.. woopsie daisies

What if : the unanimous vote stayed?

Votes had been taken in for who wins the grand prize. Who wins the game. They’d been waiting for this since they first appeared in this warehouse. 

Ocean didn’t realize how much this would suck. For any outcome. They couldn’t stay in there forever, if one were gone then nothing would be the same, and if she had to leave all of them behind, well, what was the point of going anyway? The world didn’t need people like her. It needed people like them. Those who would listen, those who would learn. Those who stuck together even if the bond was formed in death.

“I’m afraid there’s a mishap with our votes tonight.” The machine finally spat out.

“Huh? What do you mean? Did someone not vote? Did you forget them? We can vote again if you forgot them.” Ocean’s words came out quicker than she had wanted them to. There wasn’t much she could do about that, this was a nerve wracking situation to be in.

The rest of the choir waited for a response.

“It seems that ‘you must vote for each other’ was taken a little too seriously. Everyone has one vote. There cannot be a tiebreaker, you all would just vote for the same person once more.”

“Well there’s gotta be something you can do, right? Is there some sort of spiny wheel in here you could use? From a fair game?” Noel mentioned

“That is not how a ‘unanimous vote’ works, Gruber.”

“It would still be a better fate than whatever happens after this, though, right?” Constance asked 

“Constance, five of us will still have to experience what’s after this even if the voting worked”

“…right.”

The choir stood there for a little while. Mischa looked his phone screen, cracked from the accident. He couldn’t entirely make out what was on the screen from all the damage. He did manage to spot one thing, though. He changed his lock screen wallpaper while they were at the fair. It was a blurry, poorly taken photo of him and the choir. He remembered it was taken right as he dropped his phone into the duck pond attraction that Constance insisted they go to because she thought it was adorable. Oh, how he’d miss that time. Oh, how he’d miss whoever had to leave them. Forever.

Ricky stared down at their hands. They couldn’t stand being in this warehouse with the pressure of this competition. It was so overwhelming they wanted to cry. But they couldn’t. All they could do was wait. Wait until the fate was sealed. They didn’t realize that this grand prize seemed more of a punishment.

Jane Doe sat away from the others. She knew who they were, despite not having any prior memories of them. The only one she didn’t truly know was herself. She didn’t know anything. What she looked like, her name, her family,, all the first things you would usually know in life. She did find out her friends, though. The people in the warehouse with her right now. She was given a name. She didn’t know if it was hers. But it was now. Her friends were like her family. Sort of. They felt like family. She didn’t know what she looked like, though. But was that really something to give up your family, friends, and name for?

“Thank you for your time, Saint Cassian Chamber Choir.”

“…what?” Ocean blurted

…

“Sir, what does that mean? Do we all go back? Is that what this is?”

…

“..Where…” she swallowed “where are we going after this?”

Karnak let out a sigh, which Ricky was unsure that a machine could do.

“Before our time together is up, I must tell you one last thing.”

The choir listened intently.

“My final message to you children.. is.. YO YO YOUR LUCKY NUMBER IS SEÉEÉVEN YOU WILL GET A PROMOoOoOOoTION YOU WILL SO SO SOAR TO GREAT HEIEIEIEIEIGHTS BE SUre tO ride the cyclone..”

The bright strobe lights and sparks flashed at the choir, the sound causing a frightened yelp or two. They ducked down and covered their heads. Just in case there was a second death in this afterlife.

The sparks stopped. Everyone hesitantly stood up and looked around at the now almost completely demolished warehouse. Ocean was blankly staring at the ‘corpse’ of the exploded machine. She anxiously turned her head towards the choir with tears in her eyes.

They didn’t know what would happen next. They were terrified. But they knew whatever was about to happen, they would go through together. Because that’s what friends do. That’s what family does.

[sexymushroomtrips]

Hey! Pros safadinhos de plantão... EU FIZ UM QUEROPACK! E TÁ NA PROMOOOOOO

Aproveita xuxu!!!

[maxbegone]

i’m on the floor. I AM ON THE FLOOOOOOOOOR OVER THAT PROMOOOOOO 

[elmaquillajedelety]

Cañón está promoooooo!!!! 8 en 2!!!!! #makeupinspiration #makeuplovers #maquillajes #makeupideas #makeuplife #maquillaje #maquillajenatural #maquiadoro #maquiagem_insta #youniquecambiavidas #trabajodesdecasa #networkmarketing #youniqueespaña #makeupartist #bodypositive #Youniqueespaña #dianinaxl https://www.instagram.com/p/ClsPip7DVAf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mr-nauseam]

Nandermo having awkward sex in the coffin ✅

Nandermo confession of love ✅✅

Nandermo physical fight with blows and jumps ✅✅✅🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖

[warrued]

#WARRUED          —     an  independent  roleplaying  blog  for   CONNIE  KINCAID   of   captain  america:  the  first  avenger .      based  on   HISTORICAL  SOURCES .     republic / imperial / first  order  medical  officer  verse .      aided  by   KITTY .      

[winterbeheaded]

ʳᶤˡᵉʸ     ᵉˡˡᵉ     ᶰᶤᶜʰᵒˡˢ       .          ind.     oc  ,     est.     𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒 .            ▬   +18     .

[paradife-loft]

First line meme

Tagged by: @neuxue - thanks! :D

Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

*cracks knuckles* Okay, let’s do this and... try not to feel bad about the fact that I only wrote six fics last year and only broke 10k words by the grace of one of them being longer because it was for an exchange :’)

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1. Time has slowed for them many times before: that's not new. They have a contempt born of familiarity for the torture of endurance. - (like I need a downpour) 2. In truth, the entire affair is strange. He knows, he is very intimately aware, that in a grand house such as this, much of the daily work of childrearing is placed on servants; that in the absence of the child’s parents, there’s even less of a place for a barely-accepted younger uncle to insert himself into the care of the house’s suddenly-much-more-important young heir. - (A shield for tender parts)

3. Meng Yao has sold almost all of his things, all the ones he could bring with because they were properly his - rather than scattered trappings of the Unclean Realm’s vice-envoy, inhabited like a borrowed shell - on the way down from Qinghe. - (For worse I can’t condone)

4.  Even though it would’ve been perfectly acceptable to receive Clan Leader Jin at the gates to Lotus Pier proper, Jiang Cheng has decided today to take advantage of the lack of other guests arriving at all hours, and meet Lianfang-zun and their nephew down at the docks in the town instead. - (Friends of empty graves)

5. "Er-ge. Are you sure nothing is bothering you today, besides the usual small matters? You’ve seemed distracted all through dinner. I know you said everything at Gusu is fine and your brother’s just returned, but if there’s anything at all…” - (Avoidance)

6. When the incense has finished burning, when a portion of the smoke has dissipated and a greater silence has descended on this secluded chamber in Golden Scale Tower given over, these past few days, to a distorted recapitulation of a funeral process - Jin Guangyao does not look surprised, nor does he object, to see you rise and, even hesitantly, begin to approach your elder brother’s body. - (The orchard and the soil)

7. A little girl was staring at him. He almost dropped the bark he was holding back into the jar when he noticed, and then froze like that for a few moments. - (learn to linger)

8. When a-Ling had been checked over once more for injuries; the Jin servants disappeared upstairs to help put him to bed; and the innkeep paid for the meal and rooms - Jin Guangyao found himself unusually alone, in the waning candlelight, with Jiang Wanyin. - (Worth)

9. “I can lend you spiritual energy if you want it.” - (Cradle)

10. Jin Guangyao had seen how the brothers and eldest son of Sect Leader Ceng had looked at the baby. - (Calibration)

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Hmm, well. As far as similarities go, it definitely feels like there’s a ~vibe~ here, though I’m hard-pressed to actually identify what it is. I definitely don’t do snappy prose, and I like to abuse the power of subclauses, but I think that’s true of my writing generally (especially given whose POVs I tend to end up writing from). I don’t often open with dialogue, and at least from this sample, when I do it seems to be for the pieces where the physical and exact temporal settings are not terribly relevant. Which is probably related to the fact that otherwise, I seem to like trying to cram cues to as much of said setting as I can into the first couple sentences? (Jin Guangyao likes establishing context; He Xuan apparently hates it.)

If anyone else notices anything interesting, lmk for sure; it’s kind of fascinating to look at pieces of several different fics all at once here XD I know I often feel like the opening lines are something I hate writing and mostly just want to slap on the beginning and move on from, even though they are objectively kind of important as a part of any given piece. I suppose looking at a whole batch of them here, I feel like I hate them quality-wise a little less? They’re not as bland and shitty as I usually feel like they are when I’m trying to drag them kicking and screaming out of my brain, anyway. So that’s something~

tagging..... let’s say @pyr0clast and @stripedroseandsketchpads, and then run away while I’m ahead before I start overthinking this. (and of course anyone else who wants to play!)

[louistomlinsonyear]

ltyear -> lovestheantidote

[everlastingscul]

because i want to confirm it,     that unseen scene

        because i’m not lost,                    i’m all right !

                           whatever my fate is,                                         i’ll accept it

                             your determination will become my future!

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[a-styxnstcnes]

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