#;the dream goes on;; f2f

[madrcams]

@koopzilla cont. [ ✦ ]:

His pug snout flattened and then flicked itself back into place.

"Watch it! That's sensitive."

" My bad! Didn't mean to push too hard! "

But she reaches out for his nose yet again- however only gives it a very gentle, surface pat where she'd previously booped. Sorry!

... she's still openly snickering in amusement, though. Little stinker.

[madrcams]

Or maybe they really just didn't know. Many adults do seem to struggle to admit to children when they don't know something... and probably weren't ready to handle the whiplash of being asked about toxins by a lil' munchkin, either.

But that's neither here nor there.

" Well. Thank you for telling me, mister! " She doesn't forget to say. It's uncertain if she'll ever use that knowledge, but it's still knowledge none the less!

" Though I'd kinda argue anything can be a weapon if you're driven enough. Even cookies! "

...Now that sounds like quite the story to tell... especially judging by how Mado smirked to herself only to purse her lips together to try preventing a snicker from coming out too loud. So the small human child isn't quite the saint, huh.

" Heh! Excuse me. " She does apologize through a chuckle that just couldn't be contained. Gremlin vibes detected.

@madrcams cont. from here

"They were probably too lame to tell you."

Disdain and judgment welled in his deep drifting tone. Leave it to the toadies to keep anything worth telling to themselves.

"I'll tell you like it is, BUT-" Bowser directed his parental pointer skyward.

"If you're going to play with poisons or weapons, make sure you have a smart capable koopa around to make sure you're doing it right."

[spockandthings]

Tag Game

I've got tagged by both @sleepsonfutons and @mmmmmmmilo so here it goes!!

Rules: Tag 10 (or less) people you want to get to know better

relationship status: I have a lovely boyfriend who supports all of my (dubious) endeavours! And while I'm polyamorous, I am not looking for any more romantic or sexual entanglements atm!

favourite colour: I absolutely love yellow oops

song stuck in my head: well rn I'm listening to "Dysmorphia" by Girli, otherwise anything from my playlist of the moment (which is, rn, called "I would like to rage (but make it sapphic)")

three favourite foods: iced coffee (it counts, right?), chicken nuggets, desserts

last song I listened to: as said above, "Dysmorphia" by Girli (its such a vibe, give it a go!!)

dream trip: I'd love to go to Iceland someday, but anything cold and snowy would also do

last thing(s) i googled: F2F, which is a canadian gamestore chain (Facetoface), my mtg nerdiness is showing

Ty for the tag and I will tag, as a good introvert... nobody, oops (my minds blanking IM SORRY, if you want to do this ask, take this as me tagging you)

[victoria1676]

Considering School is a pain in the ass I was wondering if Anyone is up with two brainrots that is one for Cult au and the other is Sagau.

This one is a Sagau x Pokemon Trainer Reader /Genshin Cult Au x Pokemon Trainer reader.

Ill probably post this idea soon once im not because and midterms is coming fuck 💀💀💀💀💀 so delay again on the interlude 1.5 ugh 😭😭😭

The fact my school is having Blending Learning meaning F2F and Online classes.

So im fucked but anyways a bit of a ehat the story is about:

In the Sagau version reader is a trainer who now is now off exploring and taking care of Pokemon in the Galar region with her trusty partners Luxray and a Pyro that was given by her father. She does play genshin whenever she goes home but isnt aware the more she plays and the more she uses the charas they become self aware.

I cant ramble too much since i will make this a brainrot so i will avoid spoilers.

This one will not have a creator au since that will be in the cult au one.

Now for the cult au one.

Reader who has amnesia and became is the twins' (Gloria and Victor) older sis when their mother adopted Reader to which they are happy about it. Reader for some reason has been having strange dreams 24/7 of another world that is not filled with Pokemon but war and mysterious. She also has memories of a certain game i have been watching 24/7 despite i was supposed to watch Pokemon Sword HAHHAHAHA

But i cant spoil which until my brainrot :p

But anyways i feel like how does reader in this cult au appear in genshin? To sum it up reader doesnt play the game and is not aware she is the recarnated creator for Teyvat and I wanted like a concept of Worlds Collide like someone in Teyvat or rather something merged Genshin and the Pokemon worlds together but heres the twist.

The only way they know they have collide if they find a cave that leads to the otherside of the world.

Ill ramble this in the brainrot so tell me whats your thoughts about this? OwO

[rintarous]

the type of stans they are: kpop edition

suna rintarou: the problematic

starts shit on the tl

is an nctzen 💚

“MAYBE IF YOU STREAMED PUNCH THIS WOULDN’T BE A PROBLEM”

is rlly popular stan twt acc cs of how problematic he is

has hundreds of people blocked and vice versa

skinny f2f ratio

miya atsumu: the problematic pt. 2

feels the need to add themselves to twt cat fights

usually fights suna on the tl cs of the amount of times nct gets a comeback over rv

“STOP USING RED VELVET’S MONEY FOR YOUR EXPENSIVE COMEBACKS” -atsumu to suna

that edgy thot on twt

spams fancams under twt posts

“stan rv for clear skin 💅🏻”

miya osamu: the picture acc

runs those picture accs on twt

could be hq pics from fansites or just screenshots of like their idol doing random shit in the bg of videos

“guys look at seulgibear 🥺” *seulgi pic*

has another acc where he just yells

has a shit ton of followers cs content ✨

kuroo tetsuro: the company stan

defends the company he likes like his life depends on it

doesnt listen to other groups cs its not under sm

lives for interactions between the groups within the company he likes

ships two idols from different groups

is very excited when its those end of the year performances cs the groups he likes will perform with the other groups in the same company

kozume kenma: dreamzen

a solo stan at best (only likes a unit)

only listens and tweets abt nct dream like thats it

blocks you if you mention anything that isn’t nct dream related

prefers hyuck in dream rather than in 127

overall a soft stan but becomes problematic when 127zens come for him

oikawa tooru: gg stan

tweets “men are trash”

knows 123615338 different girl groups

says “stan loona” on bg accs to piss em off

makes cute fancams of members he likes

will not hesitate to call you out on your bs on the tl

bokuto kotaro: the multi

INSANELY POPULAR FOR A STAN TWT ACC

everyone on stan twt knows em

stans so much groups he basically befriends anyone on the tl

“hi! i’m a exolcaratzenic*insert more fandom names here* looking for more moots!”

everyone wants to be moots w him

hinata shoyo: the crackhead

tweets questionable shit

makes deep fried memes and just weird shit

shits on bg stans

makes funny and weird threads

goes viral every other night

kageyama tobio: the small account

just started out on stan twt

doesnt understand how this shit is done

tweets a lot (5 tweets in total) and calls it a day

forgets his account the next day

mostly on instagram spamming stories cs hes an ig thot

akaashi keiji: the shawol

tweets “shinee bogoshipda” literally everyday

its just shinee headcannons

always talking abt how shinee saved kpop

“shinee paved the way”

literally the nicest stan acc ever lol

[blaineandersontga]

F2F: Blaine/Malakai

[Blaine wakes up before Malakai, kisses his cheek and then sneaks off to shower. Afterwards, he goes to the kitchen, taking a brief look through the fridge before deciding on making a blueberry pancake for Malakai’s breakfast, softly humming Teenage Dream as he does so.]

@dommalel​

[duchess-marie]

My life outside and inside the fold.

I haven’t written any new entries in both my journal and my tumblr, so yeah, here’s an entry that I thought of off the top of my head.

In line with this title, yesterday the fraternity had a joint celebration alongside the sorority, which is only a Betan family thing, for the 49th celebration of Operation Big Brother. a medical mission event that was held on campus. I wasn’t present for the two days of the event because I was pulling the "family gathering" and "sick" cards to avoid the FUCKING RESPONSIBILITIES.

It’s been hard for me since last week, with academics getting harder as the days go on, tighter schedules, commitment demands, and also my life outside of the fold. To begin with, I was sick because I had been running around campus all week; I had all four days of f2f classes, encoded a little bit in line with OBB, and then the thought of "Ate Ko, Sa Hell Week Na'to" kept creeping into my mind about how the event, "OUR," to say, will be held tomorrow kept creeping into my mind.So yeah, life inside the fold is hard because of the responsibilities and commitments I've taken on. My dad started hating how I’ve been more active in it instead of my academics, but the harder the pressure, the harder this feeling gets.

Life inside the fold...

It never gets easier. For instance, I love the sisterhood and bond we formed—the kind of comfortable atmosphere you want to get into, but here goes the harder part of being part of a sorority. It is understood that you need to be present at all times, for the parties, the events, the anniversaries, the socialization, the responsibilities, the commitments, the meetings, and the organization this fold has brought. THIS SHIT IS FOREVER, unless you differ and stop the hell out of it. The problem with it is that it is time-consuming and can also take away "tropa time." Sure, they can be your friends, to put it mildly, sisters, but nothing beats being with your true friends, your people.I enjoy being a part of the group, but it's bittersweet that this event is coming to an end.

Life outside the fold...

Before the sorority, I had no responsibilities, no priorities, no events to think of, and no weekend plans. It was just like me, the Iska me, the UP student with big dreams who was just trying to finish college, but then the fold showed up and made a lifelong commitment—well, shit. I was done with the soro as the days turned into weeks, then two and a half to three months later. There are bad and good days, ups and downs when I don't usually think of the soro, but when I told my new college friends about it, they seemed to be supportive of me because they were surprised that I was a member of a sisterhood, my first ever affiliation. Honestly, after reading break, I’ve been looking forward to seeing them, but Paeng happened and busy schedules started to chime in, so no better days are coming our way. My life outside the fold can be quite difficult, but it can be handled.

Hoping for better days to come I guess?

[lexisming]

A Short Romance

I haven’t been writing (”blogging” as they call it in my times) in awhile, not because I have been busy but rather, I always find discomfort in facing the intensity of my feelings. Most of the time when I look back at what I wrote about how I felt in the moment, I reject them out of embarrassment. But I thought to it’d be good to jot this down before it becomes a distant memory. 

I think of myself as a romantic cynic - mainly a cynic, yet I still get the kick out of cheesy romantic films (Shoutout: Before trilogy). Do I believe that this scenarios would happen in real life? Nope. Do I still get a warm fuzzy feeling watching fictionalised romance? Yep. Would I dare to imagine it’d ever happen to me? Nah... But did it? The story goes:  

We matched each other on a dating app (I have compromised on my deep aversion towards modernised dating). The starting conversation was playful banter. He immediately left an impression by responding tactfully to the information at hand from our shared answers. He crafted perfect and careful requests; beginning with ‘like’ - “I would like to meet you f2f” - and smoothly moving to ‘love’ - “I would love to meet you on Christmas”. We haven’t met in person and I was already thoroughly impressed with the way he carried himself.

Before the physical meet up, I played it cool and didn’t send any messages in between the time I woke up to the time of the date (evening). Perhaps a part of me was afraid to pop the bubble of anticipation that I was gradually building up. Yet he jumped straight in, unafraid of behaving foolishly in front of a stranger - “I am going to be wearing green. If you wear red or white, we’d be a Christmas combo” and “I am getting nervous for later”. I was astonished by his careless vulnerability yet finding it an attractive trait. 

When we met, it started out rocky with sudden jokes and slight directness. 2 years ago, I would have been immediately offended but I wasn’t. I went in with my eyes wide open to learn and know about this human and his soul. As in progressed, we talked and laughed, we had brief silences that lean towards comfort than awkwardness. I surprised him with a gift (because hello, its Christmas) and he took it. In spite of my incapability to eat spicy food, we ordered Tom Yum soup to share (luckily enough, it was still bearable). 

Then we walked, explored and talked. I am glad we did not stay at one location for the entire time because it almost felt like we had 3 different dates in one. Every time he had the opportunity to come in contact with me, he took it and I would say, almost too skilfully (I subsequently asked how many dates he has been on). When he tried to hold my hand, I fumbled in shock. I shared with him I didn’t know how or what I felt about holding hands or hugging when dating vs when in a relationship. He listened. I told him I am not comfortable with physical touch. He obliged. I was respected. 

We played 36 questions to get to know one another, and boy were they right about that. What appeared to be general and non-evasive questions revealed a little bit more about two strangers. Initially he didn’t wish to talk about his family, but when he mentioned them a couple of times in his answers, I could see the love he had for them. When he struggled to answer some of the questions, I could see how important he valued what others have been through above his own achievements or pain. He shared his dreams and motivations, and I stared starstruck. 

As we sat by the bay, I drank (alcohol) and he ate burgers and fries. I told him I get touchy when I drink, and he said “Can I touch you?” and my alcohol induced brain said “Yes but not sexually” followed by “If you kiss me, I will whack you”. Oh brain, you say such unfiltered things with toxins in your blood. He came over, sat beside me (he was sitting opposite before) and put his hands around my waist. He leaned his head on my shoulder and said “I’m a clingy guy”, and I patted his head. I blurted out “I like you” and he patted my head. In hindsight, probably too soon? 

I am not comfortable with physical touch (a struggle when facing the modern male of casual sex and physical intimacy) but with him, it was gentle and caring, as though I knew him for a long time. We hugged, we held hands, it was all PG13 and it was alright. I felt safe. 

After, it went like a whirlwind. 

Unbeknownst to him, my recent prayer to God was a question: “Can you tell me if I am too much?” After a series of romantic and platonic rejections, I was at one of my lows, questioning if my personality was too overwhelming for the current society. I didn’t know what to do. I kept wanting things that did not want me, meet people who continuously misunderstood me, let alone have the decency to respond to me. I was tired. 

He appears; fearlessly open and fearlessly vulnerable. He starts asking questions, bringing up topics and setting boundaries; (seemingly) completely unafraid if they were too quick or too overwhelming to talk about after one date. Little old me, already smitten, happily agreed to discuss everything he brought up. In fact, I would have said exactly the same if I had not been holding myself back. 

To be honest, I was in shock and disbelief. My cynicism was kicking in. It was all too good to be true. I had only known this person for 3 days and he was, in layman terms, “ticking all the boxes”. Not only was he communicating in the way I communicate, but also we had similar interests, values and experiences. He spoke my love language without effort or intention. He said things and did things without me asking. 

Reality kicks in. 

We realised we were each at a different stage in our dating life - he who has never been in a relationship, wanted more time to explore all the options; while I who has been in one, already knew what I wanted and what I was willing to give. Would this be the case of a right person at the wrong time? 

I knew if we remained friends, I would have subconsciously waited. Maybe it would have been easier if we didn't have that many things in common. Or maybe I am not wired to date multiple people at once. I lost myself when I became one out of multiple options to another, and I was not willing to go through that again. 

In the same way he made (and said), his was a selfish choice to continue exploring the dating scene. I made my selfish choice to reject his offer of friendship. It was painful but I went into it with full assurance and peace (thank God) that whatever was to come my way will always come, whatever would not, will not. For the first time, I really wanted something but I did not chase after it. 

Let’s be realistic. While we appear to be a perfect fit (from my perspective), who can judge something so short and deem it to be love? I don’t. Yet the little whisper from the romantic in me thinks: Isn’t this the most beautiful part? Where 2 souls collide; in rawness, in inexperience, in honesty. 

Maybe I indulge in too many romantic films after all. 

We agreed to stop communicating. We didn’t make a pact to find each other again (how much pressure will you put on someone you just met?). We didn't say anything remotely close to love. I sit here, writing this in patience, putting pen to paper what may soon be forgotten. Perhaps this is the end of our short romance story. Perhaps it is a prelude to something better. Only time will tell. 

[starlitrachel]

[F2F]

[Brody was leaving.

His departure for London was approaching fast, a short few months away and the closer it got the more anxious she felt. They hadn’t handled distance well the first time around, jealousy and longing had literally destroyed them and now he was essentially moving away from her again and she wasn’t sure how to handle it. Things were different now, she knew that. They were happily married for nearly two years now with a stable home and doing well in school. It was everything they had ever hoped for.

But as the saying goes.. Two steps forward three steps back.

The conversation of children had came up numerous times over the years, more prominently after they learned Brody wasn’t the father of Kara’s baby and the toll that took on him. She had never gotten over the guilt that she didn’t want a baby. Not yet anyways and the date of her wanting one had never appeared in the future. It just wasn’t what she wanted in life. Except life seemed to have a cruel sense of humor and lack of regard for what Rachel wanted.

When she went to the doctor for her annual exam and he declared she was pregnant? Rachel laughed in his face.

She refused to believe it. She didn’t want to be pregnant. She had no desire to even hold a friends baby let alone carry her own for nine months. Going to the lengths of forcing the poor man to prove it to her, a barely visible ultrasound knocked that laugh right back down her throat. There was no denying something that was right in front of her, no matter how badly she wanted to.

Rachel kept the news a secret for almost two weeks. The ultrasound showed she was extremely early in the first trimester and she wanted to be 1000% sure before she even thought about telling Brody. No matter how unhappy she was about it she knew that he’d be over the moon and she wanted to make it special for him and not crush him if she learned it wasn’t true.

So she made an appointment with her normal ob/gyn and sat sickly nervous the entire day. Rachel had no idea what she was expecting from the appointment but a due date and a slightly less blurry yet still barely noticeable ultrasound she got. She wasn’t supposed to get an ultrasound but the twenty year old again refused to believe it without seeing and her scary demanding self continuously got her way.

Now she had to tell Brody. She had to make it real before it was too late and he was gone for six months and she ruined their marriage in an entirely different way than they were afraid of. 

She stopped at the first store she came across and frantically searched for an idea on how to tell him. The plan was to video the experience so that they’d have it forever, but everything else was up in the air for the confused young adult. Finding a bear that the ultrasound would fit into and later would hold a recording of the heart beat she smiled at how perfect it was and grabbed a blank card and plain wrapping paper before heading home and getting to work.

Setting up the camera so that it was ready when he came home she wrapped up the bear in a box and sat down to write him a letter. Once she was done she impatiently waited for him to come home. When he finally walked through the door she gave him a kiss.]

Hey, how was your day?

[She asked as she lead him to their bedroom.]

I got you something today.

[Rachel guided him over to the bed where the present and card neatly sat before using the camera remote in her hand to start the recording. Sitting down at the top of the bed she chewed on her lip nervously as he opened the envelope.

Brody, 

I will never forget the day that we met. This young handsome boy looking back at me at that stupid meet and greet the hospital made us do whenever there was a new live in patient. I remember seeing fear in your eyes as you told everyone was your diagnosis was and what it meant for you and the sorrow when I told my story. We were two sick kids just wanting to find our own happiness in the worst time of our lives.

We did just that. 

Now look at us, many years later with our illnesses behind us living the fulfilling lives we always dreamed of. Do you remember when you asked me to marry you on the roof top of the hospital? We always knew we were meant to be together. 

Babe, our story keeps going. Everyday there is a new page to add and today we have a new chapter to begin.

Open the box.

Love, Rachel.]

[bentchcreates]

Beyond Light and Darkness (Part 1)

This is going to be a two-part blog feature because I want to write about the book as a reviewer, as well as the experiences I had as one of the authors of this wonderful work. Also, fair warning that this is gonna be a long-ass post because I am on a roll. Haha.

Before BLaD

Let’s start from the very beginning, just a brief intro, for context. LOL.

Kath Bute (https://www.wattpad.com/user/kathbute) is actually a group of writers on Wattpad that bonded over the community forums a few years ago, and decided to collaborate and release an anthology of stories we wanted to read.

I was actually the last Kabute to join the first anthology, Beyond Fate and the Stars. I don’t know much about the group before I joined; except that they were working on an anthology based on the 12 Chinese Zodiac (with an assigned emotion) and they were short of one writer to do the Ox. I was very new to Wattpad then and basically just happened to be active in a forum for Filipino Writers, so they asked if I wanted to contribute. And I did. It was one of the first few times people actually asked me to write a new story.

After a few weeks I came up with Seek the Ox, Find Happiness (https://www.wattpad.com/183607408-beyond-fate-and-the-stars-self-published-seek-the) and in the summer of 2016 we had a book! My very first printed book! It wasn’t until MIBF that year that I got to meet my Kabute friends in person for the first time but it didn’t feel weird at all, kindred spirits and all that. (@AlaraChan & @lunatrix)(http://bentchcreates.tumblr.com/post/151133454706/bentch-at-the-37th-manila-international-book-fair )

As originally planned, printing BFatS was solely for us to have a physical book with our names and stories on it, a dry run. And while we might’ve discussed eventually making it available for selling, logistics and other business matters were tougher to figure out once the book is done. (We’re still trying to figure out if this is possible. Hehe.) But we wanted to do it again, and we wanted to do more this time, so we decided to take another shot at a second anthology, with selling the book as part of the plan from the very beginning.

The Stories

We tried our hand at a little bit of indie publishing. We had reviews that helped us with things to improve. We learned a lot from the first take and we had a clearer vision on what we wanted to become of this. The instructions this time was almost similar to the previous one: write whatever genre you want but there will be assigned prompts to follow and a sub theme of light or darkness. Even the interpretation of these themes was free for the author to make his/her own. 

I got “A broken wristwatch, peppermints and a hug that goes too far” and in the ‘light’ subtheme. I had finished an NA romance manuscript by then and I got off easy. Others who got perky prompts and then a ‘dark’ subtheme were a little more challenged! Hah!  

*Artwork by Trix Luna. My story prompts are here. ;)*

It was quite fun to write. And in the weeks that we were planning this second anthology, my inbox were constantly filled with book ideas; as well as funny messages (and abs!) from friends that were miles away from me. We talked about the book, and then about our personal writing projects, and cheered on each other when the writing gets tough. The friendships I’ve made with this book has got to be the best payoff in this journey.

Anyway, we also decided to open the proverbial doors for two more stories – two new bloods so to speak – so in June 2016, we called for short story submissions for the anthology. Four official entries were screened in anonymity (there were 5 stories, but we later found out @RK Sanchez should’ve already been part of Book 1 so she got in) and it was what I would say was the most challenging part of this. As an old Kabute (heh) and judge, I had a hard time choosing only two over four wonderfully written stories. In the end, I had to choose those who have showed the prompts more creatively and whose stories have captured our hearts. We welcomed @Nigel Libranages and @Raine RIllera into the fold. :P

With the stories and authors completed, we set out to editing, and because we didn’t have a professional editor, nor the funds to actually hire one, we did it ourselves. Around 14 pairs of eyes went through all the stories and different people who wrote different genres offered advice and suggestions for the improvement of our stories. It was team-effort every step of the way.

*My review copy with all the original members’ stories after I was done with my first run through. heehee.*

Development Hell

Development hell or development limbo is media industry jargon for a project that remains in development (often moving between different crews, scripts, or studios) without progressing to completion. 

– Wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Development_hell)

We were 14 authors whose writing were more passion projects than actual dayjobs so when each of us got a little busy in the real world, the book got lightly shoved in the backburners. Some authors weren’t able to finish their works and to this day, we’re still waiting for them to release them (*wink wink, fellow kabutes!*) Most of us had a lot on our plates, I for one had to uproot and move back in to my parent’s house, and completing a book seemed like a huge task to strike off our To Do list.

I also had fears. Being a writer who could sell his books had been a big dream of mine and when felt like I was so close to grasping it, I feared it wouldn’t be as amazing as I hyped it up to be. I had to process it for a while, to learn more things about the industry, and ultimately, about myself, before I could fully commit to taking the plunge. And when I felt I was almost ready, I did it. I can only speak for myself but knowing I wasn’t doing this on my own, that I had friends with me, achieving our shared goals together, helped quell those fears. I’m still afraid, I have to say, but it’s more manageable now that I’ve got all these lovely people behind me, as I to them.

It took a few more weeks before we got our fire back (some slots had to be refilled with new stories, we had to hold a small face to face meeting to iron out everything) and when we got to see the artworks for the cover and the genre divisions, the excitement was renewed. I almost missed the cover reveal but when we all saw it, we knew that beauty had to be shared to the world.

*BLaD F2F meeting with Bebe Kabute Irina Jean and the secret agents again! heehee!*

*BLaD Cover reveal (art by @RK Sanchez) and this pre-order promo graphic is by @Johanna Lee

At this point, Summer Feels had been launched and I got to be part of the promo team on social media so what I learned from that I pitched in. In no time, we had a solid contract, a promo schedule, a pre-order form, a slot at #FilipinoBookFriday; and a launch date. @Lunatrix and @AlaraChan were sending us updates on what the book would look like, printing schedules and all. I was so excited I have picked clothes to wear on the launch weeks before. Haha!

*#FilipinoBookFriday promo graphic. Hosted by me and @Johanna Lee 

BLaD Book Launch

What we called the book launch was just going to be a small author get together, a meet-up to see each other, collect our books and have a small meal together. I thought about working on an invitation, a graphic I could print out and stick to my journal later, when I found out Trix already made a Programme (so HYPED, I’m telling you!) and we had activities to really set off our baby to a great start.

On November 30th 2017, we met at the CBTL in Trinoma where we rearranged tables on one side of the café as if we got a reservation (We didn’t. They don’t so reservations. Or maybe not for an event as small as ours. hah). We chose that venue because it was sort of a midpoint for where the authors were coming from; Baguio was the farthest point from the North and Laguna in the South (Okay, if we count Australia as the farthest point in the South, then we’re screwed because the midpoint is probably in the middle of an ocean. XD).

We started with a short Kath Bute intro and welcome remarks from Ate Kabute; and then all authors got to introduce ourselves (we introverts get all weird introducing ourselves to people we’ve been talking to for months online!). We got gifts and goodie bags from our artist Kabutes; I even got to do an unrehearsed live-reading of The Time Banker! And then we got to the Q and A part where we got to know more about everyone else.

We also got to sign a ton of the first batch of the print books. Seeing the book for the first time is just totally amazing (the cover is more beautiful in person) and seeing stacks of it together before they are eventually distributed is even better. I took a lot of pictures of the beautiful books and forgot to take pics of the people, haha!

It was such a fun experience, and knowing it had been possible because of this dream we all had, that we were now making into a reality, is priceless. I got to write, I got new friends and now I got a new book! There was hardwork, and I know the others worked harder than I did, but we can all say it is worth it.

What’s Next?

I don’t know how to end this blog. Haha. I rambled on and on about recent history and yada, yada, blah, blah, blah, but now I don’t know what my parting message will be. Classic Bentch! Haha!

I guess I’ll leave you with a link to order our book because now I know you’re itching to get your hands on it: http://bit.ly/BLADBatch2 (Batch 2 is set for printing in January, so delivery dates might be late January-early February)

We’re processing an e-book version for international release so watch out! (Naks, ako yung in-charge dito, so good luck to me. Wahaha) And we’ve discussed the initial phases for Book 3! No further announcements, thank you! Haha!

I think it’s also better to end with a thank you to everyone who has made this possible.

My fellow BLaD authors, thank you for sharing your talents – writing and editing AND artistic skills – especially to Mama and Ate Kabute who started all of this and pushed us to bring our collective best to the world. To my other author friends, who showed support by cheering on us and buying our books!

And to God, because this is your design. Thank you.

 *next part will be my review of BLaD as a reader. It will be biased because, you know, I wrote the preface (not-so-humble-brag!) and is currently in charge of promotions, but it’s a GREAT anthology, 500%!  

[madrcams]

Heck yeah pride time!

[perfectionistincrisis]

Day 70

Seventy.

Life is going on. With ups and downs. Good days and bad days. Well life is mostly grey for me. 

As every day passes, i just realize more and more how much i love him. I really dont want to bluff about it but I just couldnt stop from typing it out because the realization blows my mind away. And one big reason is because I would never do what i did, or can do for him, and no one will ever mean anything even remotely close to how much he meant to me and will always mean to me. 

This might all just sound like a cheesy note any person in love would say but Oh God! trust me, this is what comes to my head after quite a good number of not-so-nice crap i have in my big fat head. So yeah! thats how i just know. This is not ever going away. And if I ever got a chance to re-live, i wouldn’t have wanted to fall in love with anyone else, orrrrrrrrrrr id just wish I was alone. That’s pretty cool tooo!! lol 

Speaking of which. Yeah. I pretty much do enjoy my own company. I just dont like communicating much with people. for a lot of reasons actually. Well, to begin with. I believe im a really complicated person. LIke, everyone has their own story and theres something twisty about everyone and bla bla but then I really do thing Im just not that easy to understand, and to top all that, I dont even like opening up to people so thats more of a reason to not get me. I am kind of aware of the fact that i seem to have a lot of ego and seem to be filled with pride and arrogance. But thats not true, thats just how some people see me, and i cant blame them because i think that is something i mask myself with. However, many people do find me really sweet and all but whatever side anyone sees, its always clear, im not really interested in getting too close with anyone and that i appreciate my own space. Sometimes, i do wonder if i really do enjoy being on my own or i actually want some good friends. But then the thing is, i have really really good friends back from high school. the only thing is, theyre not in the same country, theyre far away. but then again, even when we were all on ksa, we still mostly communicated on social media and stuff so it shouldnt matter much i guess. what im trying to say is. despite all the misunderstanding people might have with me, or people actually finding me sweet or whatever. or me not liking them much or wanting them to be my friends or whatever. the thing is, its not that i dont have anyone at all. because i do have people who know me. they dont know every little detail about me though, and thats because i dont talk much to them either. but they know me as a person. like i dont need to kiss their ass to get their attention, i can be myself with them.. i can be mean, and rude, or not keep in touch or act like im full of ego, like im so full of my shit and theyd still accept me. because they know that thats just how i am. im not sugarcoated. 

But.. it still doesnt matter

What im saying is. I prefer sitting alone on my own. doing literally nothing. no phone. no laptop. no means of communication with the outside world OVER actually chatting with anyone. or even someone who knows me so well and is close to me. 

Ok man, i talk a lot! So yeah that’s the thing! but when we were together, i wouldve done anything to not miss a chance to talk to him lol - thats just an easy way to put it out there, that he was different. 

And also putting it out there how my life is right now. I prefer my own company. I dooooo badly wish i had a ‘partner’ though - an ‘eating partner’!!!!!! haha! I really wish i could go to restaurants with someone to try food randomly. But then. idk. i mean its not that easy to find someone who has the same love for food and aso someone whos willing to spend money to try food or someone whod be able to hang out with me. especially i dont even have any good friends in ksa right now Ugh

Another really important reason i dont like talking to people much is the commitment. I hate commitment!!!!!!! And when i say commitment i dont even mean something serious like being in some relationship. i mean.. even the smallest commitment. like when you even knock someone and the person expects you to reply fast. Like okay give me a break! We dint exchange vows or something, yth do i need to reply fast. or whyd you even expect me to reply fast like idk. do people just pause their lives and just talk to other people? bleh Im not even ready for that so yeah! 

buttttttttt then again - with him. it was SO different. but like i said. it was only him!!!!

Something cool was the fact that i had a dream of him the other day. we never met each other f2f after our last conversation, so him in my dream was the first time we met f2f which wasnt actual anyways!!! But!!! I was so full of attitude. Like I could totally see my facial expressions and go like. “Oh God Youuu” to myself! Im usually full of attitude in front of other guys, if i ever am, which is kinda rare. just saying! 

So i read his post about him going to bd and stuff, and i wont even lie about how i totally never like that. but then this time its different obviously. In many ways though. One way to look at it is how i just remembered about the time when he was in bd last year! ~~~ And the award for the roughest of all times goes to!!!! 

Now comes the part were I actually give the reason why I dont blog much! Well tbh i want to blog all the time. But then!!!! Who am i kidding???? Its obviously cause I want him to read my post and blabla so yeah I dont! I mean. I really want to, but i dont. The same way. Forget blogging man. I mean. In this generation, with all these advancements and i say, no barrier at all. If we could decide like two mature adults to stop talking for nothing but good intentions then i sure as hell can keep myself from blogging about every little thing, and keep my shit together, and only blog when my mind and my heart says that i got it in my hands and im not going to screw up! 

and so that would mean that anything i post about, is just a very little, incomplete detail of the entire story and i almost always will sugarcoat it a million times and put it up here! 

but like i said - every thing just ends with me realizing how in love i am with him and as long as that is how it ends, i like it. 

So “losing weight” is like the --aim of my life-- right now. Just that its so boring oh maa gawd - and so i end up watching suits. which is soooooo niiiceeeeee omgg. And i actually love the couple there. Mike & Rachel! - oh and also its kinda funny to me idk why but whenever i see any couple onscreen that i like, my inner me kinda teases me going like “sarah, you loser!!!!!” and then i look down from the screen for a second or two like an actual loser would doo and then yeah i just “laugh it away” - like silently! ~ No hard feelings!

umm.so yeah i was saying. The main thing is losing weight and i want to lose one kg a week WHICH I AM NOT BY THE WAY. so i kind of get sad from time to time and all, and then idk get ok with it, and then sad again and alll that. and then battling myself against food is there. Today though i kind of figured out that if i watch suits while on the treadmill ill kinda stay distracted, and it wont be boring anymore and ill be able to go somewhere i guess. 

so theres around 9 weeks left for uni to open and i wish vacation never ended but yeah lets just face reality. And about my brother, 6 weeks left.   So that means I wna lose around 9 kgs before uni reopens but its smart to kind of plan a bit more than you actually want so that if you dont totally achieve your goal youll still land somewhere good. if you know what i mean. 

Now there is a lot i want to say. SO muchh. But I cant be fooling myself. It would obviously be for him only. So Ill just hold everything back in!!!!!! 

But one thing I want the world to know

Everyone has their own problems and their own imperfection and perfections and whatever. But ever since I had my eyes on him, i knew he was different. infact that is exactly why i liked him in the first place. I dont wna go in depth with this but ill just say it in the simplest way I can. 

When I was with him, yes, I did pray for a fairytale story. But not an actual one. because those dont exist. I had my own modified version of a fairytale ending. And in their, everything was not perfect. Everyone was not perfect. there was pain, there were people who didnt know what they were worth. All I ever wanted is to be the person to be ale to mend hearts, to help someone find their way out from the sufferings, to be a part of someone happiness. And even though we are not together right now. I wish the same. I just wanted it to be through me before. Now it doesnt necessarily need to be, cause it definitely will be coming from Allah both ways inshaAllah. 

I pray he gets to see what I see in him. And what people see in him. And most importantly, what he sees in himself but fails to value at times. 

P.S. My family is excluded from consideration in this post. when i talk about people, i mean everyone else except my family.  --ALSOOOOO-- I just randomly sat down at 5am and decided to blog today and so i sat with my laptops and this is all what flowed outta me! 

A totally random post! 

BUT i do wna mention how the tumblr app on my phone s.u.c.k.s. Cant give notifications properly *&^&%&^$%&%*^(0

Bye c: 

[wayoutrp-blog]

PORTLAND, OREGON SETLIST

Under the read more are the set lists and schedules for the Portland, Oregon! Feel free to use the set lists for reference as to who’s sharing a stage, which songs are performed, etc. Each show we’ll be changing up the people who share a stage and orders of performance.

The show is done in a large, outdoor venue with three different stages/areas. There are vendors, DJ’s between sets, and etc. Feel free to use your imagination! The show will last from 6-12 PM, and each band will perform for 45-60 minutes.

The weather in Portland is a partly cloudy sky with highs of 74 degrees fahrenheit and lows of 48 degrees fahrenheit. So dress in easily accessible layers and prepare for it to be a little chilly once the sun goes down!

Below is how you can get points for your band/team!

Each time someone posts/reblogs about the show - photos, instagram, twitter, music posts, etc. - we will give the band/artist ten points.

Each time someone posts about a band/artist, we will give the artist that’s been posted about and the poster ten points. For example: @tinacc tweets: Rachel Berry’s set was great! Almost as good as ours 😉  (Rachel and Tina would each get ten points.)

We will give ten points for every gossip/confession we receive about a band/artist on the gossip blog, on the day of the show.

We will give ten points for each anon answered on the day of the show.

We will give twenty points for every starter - f2f or dash starter - that mentions the show.

We will give thirty points to both bands in the event of a surprise collaboration.

We will give thirty points for every show based self para - watching or performing.

Those with a character not in a group can still get points - and their player decides which band to give the points to!

The bands with the most points will get an encore in the nextshow! If you have any questions about this, message the admin team!

Please tag all posts in regards to this show with #wayoutportland ! You can begin using this tag now, and continue to use it up until we post the next set list.

The following are the points from last show’s contest:

Rachel Berry - 100

Puddle of Peace - 80 

Reflective Smoke - 50 

Mercedes And The Oracle - 40

Eureka Serpent - 30 

Cool Cool Cool - 20 

Les Ladies - 10 

Wilde - 10

Indigo - 0

Mousetrap - 0

Santana Lopez - 0

STAGE ONE:

ACT ONE: Mousetrap

Everything

Outta My Mind

Chunky

Bulletproof 

Sugarcube

Limousine

The Meanest

Wet Brain

Dreamin

We Can’t All Be Heroes

Dispensary Girl

Rosana

ACT TWO: Indigo

Cool Girl

Moments

The Way That I am

Love Ballad

Got Love

Heroes (we could be)

Not On Drugs

Not Made For This World

Timebomb

Talking Body

My Gun

Habits

ACT THREE: Eureka Serpent

Brianstorm

Snap Out Of It

Crying Lightning

The View From The Afternoon

505

Cornerstone

One Point Perspective

Mardy Bum

No. 1 Party Anthem

Do Me A Favour

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?

Do I Wanna Know?

Arabella

I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor

R U Mine?

One For The Road

ACT FOUR: Rachel Berry

hummingbird heart ( original )

animal love i ( original )

animal love ii ( original )

if it makes you happy ( cover - sheryl crow )

don’t make me believe ( original )

honey ( original, unreleased )

different colored eyes ( original )

most girls ( cover - p!nk )

i knew you were trouble ( cover - taylor swift )

uuu ( original - unreleased )

skin and bones ( original** )

palisades/storm ( original** )

happiness will ruin this place ( original** ) [ encore ]

jackrabbit ( original** ) [ encore ]

STAGE TWO:

ACT ONE: Les Ladies

Tempt My Trouble

Hallowed Ground

Lyin

Dream

The Fire

Hi-Lo (Hollow)

Wild Horses

Water

White Flag

River

ACT TWO: Bone Apple Tea

Colonic

Gold Chain

Tickle My Taint

Good With My Hands

The Craft

Business Is Pleasure

Prone Cobra

Robot Dick

ACT THREE: Santana Lopez

Sunny Daze (Unreleased)

Crazy

Body And Soul

Mirror

My Chateau (Unreleased)

Lava

Walk On Water

I think I’m In Love

Saturday Sunday

Tumbao

My Garden

Just Another Dude

Gangsta

ACT FOUR: Puddle of Peace

Honey

A Dark Congregation

Molasses

City Traffic Puzzle

Tidal Wave (unreleased single)

Don’t Wake Me Up

Lions Roar

The Artist

Magnolia

Crawling Towards The Sun

Unsafe Safe

Not Your Concern

Break The Sky

Hospital Bed Crawl

Wine Red 

Hurricane (encore)

Where We Went Wrong (encore)

STAGE THREE:

ACT ONE: Wilde

Gasoline

Alone

Sorry

Ghost

Hopeless

Hurricane

Drive

Devil In Me

Don’t Play

Angel On Fire

Young God

Roman Holiday

Now Or Never

Heaven In Hiding

Bad At Love

Colors

ACT TWO: Mercedes and The Oracle

Don’t Wanna Fight

This Feeling

I Found You

Always Right

Sound & Color

Over My Head

Guess Who

Future People

Goin’ To The Party

Heavy Chevy

Shoegaze

Gemini

Dunes

Give Me All Your Love

Hold On

ACT THREE: Cool Cool Cool

Turn Into

Gold Lion

Heads Will Roll

My Kind Of Woman (Mac Demarco Cover)

Black Tongue

Warrior

Tonight (Lykke Li Cover)

Tick

Runaway

Yeah! New York

Mysteries

Maps

Go Ahead (Rilo Kiley Cover)

Soft Shock

Zero

These Paths (Unreleased song from future album)

ACT FOUR: Reflective Smoke

My Life

Let It Happen

New Person, Same Old Mistakes

Yes I’m Changing

Sun’s Coming Up

Eventually

The Less I Know, The Better

Past Life

‘Cause I’m A Man

Apocalypse Dreams

Sundown Syndrome

Elephant

Love/Paranoia

Reality In Motion

Feels Like We Only Go Backwards

Why Won’t You Make Up Your Mind? (encore)

Love Lockdown (Kanye West/Glass Animals cover) (encore)

[madrcams]

" I get the feeling but like... how is it any different from raising chickens and eating chicken eggs simultaneously? "

" ... hm. I kinda wanna try raising a chicken now... they're brutal. "

[madrcams]

@kingbcwser | Super Mario Bros verse | semi-plotted

It wasn't uncommon for Mado to take the train, but it was rather rare for her to actually have a destination in mind. A lot of her train rides consist of her sitting down, often watching the world pass by through the windows, as the train took her wherever through its schedule, sometimes even outside the kingdom, and only drop back in the same station she went onboard in the first place, essentially going into a circle.

It's rather evident she does this for the 'journey' itself, rather than for a destination; It's a good alternative to being bored at home.

Something about it is... kind of anchoring, perhaps. It's a time where it feels like she doesn't need to think about things or worry about problems. The rumbling of the train engine, the clicks of it traveling over the rails, the soft rocking of movement, all served as a good source of white noise, along the constantly-changing scenery outside. Nearby chatter of Toads also on the train, or more quiet when it's fewer passengers.

Nothing here is permanent. Nothing has to be permanent.

Today though, Mado picked up on more bubbling chatter than usual.

Apparently the Princess herself was also onboard somewhere in he train today, with an entire wagon reserved specially for her and whoever special company she had. Huh, she probably must be heading somewhere, probably have a meeting or attend an event.

Mado honestly wasn't too interested on the details. She'd rather just go through her day like she had planned to.

Besides, for all ends and purposes, the Princess here today is just another passenger like the many ones she's shared train rides with so many times.

What could that possibly change...?

[madrcams]

" I'm just a normal girl who experiences normal thoughts! "