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Linafoot/Ligue 1 : Renaissance bloque encore, Bazano s'offre son premier succès

🚨Linafoot/Ligue 1 : Renaissance bloque encore, Bazano signe sa première victoire

[sables-shitpost-dumpster]

Evil little shit but he's so pretty here i cant

[youaresimplylovely]

“Fast and Fabulous: A Driven Love” 

---- A love story between a Formula 1 Driver and a Supermodel

Chapter 2 (Prev. Chapter) Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5. Chapter 6

Pairing: Carlos Sainz!Formula 1 Driver x Famous Supermodel!Reader

Words: 727 words

Warnings: Fluff, major plot twist at the end hahaha, mentions of F1, timeline in the story starts at 2021, translated filipino :>

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Summary: An Evening with The Dela Cruz Family

Pots, pans, and utensils clatter around the kitchen of the Dela Cruz house. Your mother groaned, putting down the knife she used to chop the potatoes. You could see the anger in her eyes when your father came home to work as he entered the house. 

"Hi, honey."

 Your father grins nervously as he smiles at your mother. You and your brother turn your heads from the TV as you look at your father, holding your laughs. You could hear the nervousness from your father's voice.

“Ano ba yan Jean! Ilang beses na ah! No shoes diyos ko! (What is that Jean! How many times already! No shoes my God!)” 

Your mother loudly scoffed, approaching your father and glaring at him.

 "I know, mon amour, and I'm so sorry, and I am also sorry for being late."

 Your father chuckles nervously, approaching your mother. He hugs her, rubbing her back, trying to calm her down. 

"Now, mon amour, care to tell me why you're so mad? Other than me?.” Your father flashed a bright smile. 

"Pretty sure all you, Dad."

 Mark laughed, sitting up from the couch as he patted his father's shoulder. 

"Mark!" Your mother glared at him, making him laugh even more. 

"Ay, I'm sorry, ma.; here, let me help you cook." Mark smiled softly, heading to the kitchen to continue his mother's left-off cooking. 

"Sometimes I forget mama is half Filipino and half Spanish."

 Pao snickered, watching you and your Kuya James (older brother) play F1 21'. 

"Isa ka pa Paolo! (You are another one, Paolo!)."

Your mother pulled away from the hug with your father as she glared at Pao.

"AH! Ma! You are the most beautiful woman, and I love you very much."

Pao's eyes widened at his mother's yelling; he sat up, approached her, and hugged her.    Your mom snickered, wrapping his arms around Pao and hugging him. 

"You know I don't like you coming home late." Your mother pouted at your father, still hugging Pao. 

"I know, mon amour, and I'm sorry, we just had so many meetings." 

Your father apologized, kissing your mother's cheek and making your mother smile. 

"Oh hey there, honey." Your father smiled, seeing you, sitting next to you.

"Hi there, father." You giggle, smiling, putting the PS4 controller down. 

"Ah, playing F1 21'?" Your father smiled at you and James. 

"Our little girl is excited to finally attend her first F1 race." James chuckled, pinching your cheek.

"Well, it's good honey that the race we're attending is at Monza; I picked it out for you cause I know you're such a Ferrari fan."

 Your father smiled, opening his arms. Smiling happily, you bury your face in his chest, sighing contentedly. 

"Thank you, Dad." you smile, looking up at your father. 

You couldn't be happier; you've been an F1 fan for many years, yet you've never attended a race. The reason you always gave was that you were busy, especially as a supermodel, which is true, but you were scared. More than worried, you never knew why. This was how you always felt, but that didn't matter anymore; attending your first race is great, and now you're excited. Your brothers attended races except for Pao; it was both your first. 

The Dela Cruz family is a complete sports fan, except when picking teams to support, especially in Formula 1. Your father and three older brothers supported Mercedes. They always have and always will. While you were a Ferrari fan, solid, as in, and then Pao, who is the complete polar opposite of you. He was a Red Bull fan, which is crazy, and you keep saying that to him. 

Soon, Your thoughts were disturbed by a long, loud flush of the toilet coming from the bathroom, causing everyone to look at the door. Laughing as they saw your other older brother, Kuya Dan (older brother), come out of the bathroom, chuckling nervously. 

"What's up? Oh hey, dad,"  He laughs, noticing your father as he smiles, sitting beside him.  

“Tagal mo tumae boi (you took so long to poop boi)” 

“Aba sino ka dyan, tagal mo din mag cr (Ah who are you there, you take long in the cr too) Dan rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at Pao. 

“O sya tama na yan, let’s eat! (Oh that’s enough, let’s eat!) Your mother laughs.

[nei-ning]

Yesterday I spoke with sis about having a new cat someday in the future, not in years to come yet tho. My tarot cards confirmed this. No cat yet. It would make my life financially and emotionally too depressing and difficult.

Well, then I had a dream where my elderly neighbor friend couple was living in one of my old town's house. I was visiting them with mom and sis, wearing only bathrobe and skirt. At their place, I was heading to shower and sauna, going in 2 other rooms first. In first room was 3 kittens, all dark / black. In second room there was fluffy kitten and very short haired black kitten. I instantly fell in love with the black kitten, saying: "I'm gonna name you Panthera!"

I went to ask from L, my elderly neighbors couple's woman, is there any kittens free. She said 3 of them are booked so it made me go all: "What 2 are free then? I would love to have one." She went silent, her expression showing it clearly: She didn't want to tell me and give me a kitten. It made me cry and exit the room. As I did this, I heard her husband say: "Now you look what you did... You made her cry."

I went to sit on long wooden bench in the hallway right in front of long mirror. Behind me was a door to the bathroom while on both sides to my front were doors to those rooms where kittens were. I was topless since I had planned on going to bath so I started to put my sport bra on but they fell off since I was crying so much I couldn't see well. I had gauze roll with me so I started to roll that around my breasts when I heard steps behind me.

"Oh God, I'm sorry! I didn't meant to...! ........ BOSS?!"

It was Arataki Itto from Genshin. He somehow had managed to get in the house, finding / seeing me. When he called me boss, I looked myself via mirror. My arms, chest, shoulders and probably back too was covered with old japanese tattoos. In this moment I realized I was some kind of Yokai God which also made me Itto's boss.

Now there came slim man, probably one Kitsune gay character from one otome game I'm playing via phone, can't remember his name yet since I haven't seen him often. Kuya, maybe?? Anyway, he had ominous grin on his lips as he walked to L, saying:

"Oh, now you have done it. You pissed her off. She's going to drown you all."

And that's what I did. I summoned there water with my pain and fury, starting to fill the house with water slowly. No water leaked out from anywhere. It was like some kind of water pillar slowly filling inside the house. I think I did drown everyone else except L since she wasn't home when I did this.

Now, in real life L is most sweetest old woman I know with most wonderful husband. They are no evil persons one bit! In real life they surely would have given me a kitten if they had any. But this dream is, indeed, a sign that I am not ready for a kitten. But now I also have slight hope that perhaps my future kitten will be that thin black kitten who I can name Pathera ♥️

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Portrait of a Dead Girl

Summary:

Alina Starkov was given to Duke Aleksander Morozova of Os Alta in marriage when she was fifteen years old. Within a year, she was dead. The official cause of Alina's death was marked as putrid fever, but many at the time believed, and many in the future will go on to believe, that she was poisoned by her husband.

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This fic is completely inspired by The Marriage Portrait by Maggie O'Farrel, which is a work of historical fiction based on the real lives of Duchess Lucrezia d'Este (née de' Medici) and Duke Alfonso ii d'Este of Ferrara. You don't need any prior knowledge of The Marriage Portrait or history to read and enjoy this fic, but know that my writing is very much going to mimic that of O'Farrel in format and although I'm hoping to write the story in my personal usual writing style I will definitely be borrowing a lot of my descriptors, symbols, and so on and so forth from O'Farrel - there will be some of mine too though :)

Warnings for this chapter: Briefly mentioned violence and child abuse

If anyone would like to be tagged in future chapters let me know :)

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Chapter 3 - A Peculiar Fancy

Os Kervo, nine years ago

The Starkov children did not have free run of their father’s dvorets but were, until they were grown, enclosed to their nursery chambers and the adjoining classrooms, the covered walkway where they could take air, and - very occasionally - the tall battlements that surrounded it like the brim of a hat. Ana Kuya, who claimed to have been all over the dvorets and to have seen every room, would tell them that there was an entire chamber just for weapons, filled with swords and suits of armour lined up like soldiers waiting along the walls, and another filled with books.

“Book after book after book,” she said, helping seven year old Alina with a tricky button on her smock, “on shelves that reach higher than your head, or mine,”

“Higher than your head?” asked Alina, in astonishment, because other than her father Ana was the tallest person that she knew, “Are they taller than Papa?”

“They are,” she said, nodding wisely, “They are even taller than your papa. It would take more than a whole lifetime to read them all,”

There was another salon that showed maps of every country in the world and of all the stars in the sky. There was a vault lined with iron and lead, with the heaviest door they could imagine and lined with more locks than they could picture, where their mama’s jewels - especially the ones she brought with her from Shu Han - were kept safe, although Ana had to admit that this one she had not seen with her own eyes. No-one had; no-one could unlock it but their papa. 

“And there is a great long room,” Ana said, as she rubbed Alina’s cheeks with a damp cloth, “With the ceiling all so beautifully decorated,”

“Decorated with what?” Alina asked, trying and failing to lean away from the washcloth. 

“Oh, with angels, and Saints, and great warriors fighting battles,” Ana placed her hand on top of Alina’s head to hold her still, “That kind of thing,”

When Alina lay awake at night, trying to sleep, she would often think about these rooms, try to picture them and imagine walking amongst them all. Her sister Eva said her favourite to see would be the jewels; Zoya said she’d like to see the painted ceiling; Vadim, who would be Duke one day, told them all very loftily that he had actually already seen them all, some more than once. Alexei rolled his eyes at that, and Vadim kicked him in the shin. Nobody asked Alina which room she would like to see and she did not announce it, but if questioned she would have said the menagerie beneath the floors of the dvorets , where she’d heard their father kept two lions. The lions that he would show to honoured guests and would sometimes even pit against other animals for sport but that Alina and her siblings had never been permitted to see, she was sure, must be an incredible sight to behold. She was desperately excited to see them - though in the end it wasn’t the lions that ended up luring Alina downstairs like a siren call, but the new animal that arrived that year.

Some months ago, a foreign dignitary had arrived to present Gregor Starkov with a grand oil painting of a tiger, and though Alina had not seen the piece herself she had heard that it was bigger and taller than three men standing next to each other, and that it was most wonderfully beautiful. 

“A DeKappel original,” the dignitary had said, with a hint of what was presumably pride but was difficult to discern beneath the Kerch accent that so thickly coated his words, “One of a kind,”

“And he has seen one of these creatures first hand?” asked Gregor, his mind already turning. 

A tiger, he thought, would make an excellent addition to his collection.

“Of course, Your Grace,” the dignitary told him, “Such a piece could never have been completed without a study of the creature itself; he took a grand expedition through Shu Han to produce it,”

Yes, yes… he wanted one. He wanted one badly. 

Keeping the heavy sigh he heaved at this announcement private, the Duke’s advisor - an unsmiling man whose surname was Perlich and whose first name Alina never learned, because everyone only ever called him Perlich - made the appropriate notes even as he desperately hoped that Gregor would be persuaded against the plan. Perhaps he would even forget that he had conceived of it in the first place, he was, after all, rather fickle and apt to many a sudden affectation that would dissipate just as quickly as it had arrived, and they were already occupied by public unrest near Novokribirsk. But the Grand Duke could not be convinced of anything, and even before Perlich had managed to make a start on the order the enclosure had been entirely prepared; the floors swept clean, the bars reinforced. 

The peculiar fancy took a long time to travel in its course and a longer time to complete its execution, but eventually a tiger was captured in Southern Shu Han and dragged the long journey up to Western Ravka, and finally into Os Kervo itself. It was brought into the city overnight, caged and lashed to a cart to be pulled by six terrified mules, so that no-one would see its entry in daylight. No-one would see them, no-one hear them. No-one would ever find out. 

No-one, that is, except for little Alina Starkov. 

She lay on her back, tucked into a bed with her sisters and staring at the distant ceiling of the nursery in the dark. Alina always had trouble sleeping, not just because she was small for her age and Zoya, who always slept in the centre of the bed, had a habit of stretching out and almost shoving her right off the mattress, but because her mind whirred too quickly and she didn’t know how to slow it down, how to tell it that it was time to rest. It was Alina alone who lay awake in the nursery that night, Alina alone who heard a strange, distant cry as a cart trundled through the dvorets gates, Alina alone who slipped from the bed and tiptoed to the window to peer out and try to find a source of the sound. It was a low, hollow call that severed the night mournfully before dying away, and although Alina could see nothing in the impenetrable darkness beyond the glass and it would have been easy enough to convince herself that her imagination, which so often she was told was too wild, too much, too unruly, had played a trick on her, she knew that she had heard something. The dvorets was a place of strange acoustics; even at the age of seven Alina had noticed this, and she had found that if she pressed her ear against the right folds of a wall panelling, or the frame of a door, it was possible to discover all kinds of intriguing things. She had heard the ordinations of cardinals, the announcements of new siblings soon arriving, the rumoured warnings of an army gathering on the Eastern side of the Unsea, and even that there was a tiger coming from Shu Han, due to arrive any day. Conversations she wasn’t supposed to hear were always the most interesting ones, she had discovered. 

The cry sounded again; a desperate yearning, a lonely sob. Alina would have expected a tiger to roar, but as soon as she’d made the connection between her eavesdropped conversation and this sound it made more than perfect sense to her. It was the sound of a creature captured against its will, a creature whose desires have all been disregarded. 

Alina turned away from the window and studied the door on the other side of the nursery. She knew which floorboards creaked and which did not, which of her siblings were the lighter sleepers - though none quite so light as her - and for all the clumsiness she had so often been chastised for, particularly in the dance classes for which she had no real gift, she knew very easily how to glide noiselessly across this room, across the next, and out into the corridor. She crept away from her sisters, past her brothers heaped together in their bed, past the cot where baby Petro slept, past the two nurses sleeping near the door, and eased back the bolts. After a brief pause, to listen for Ana Kuya’s breathing past the next wall to be sure she was asleep, she ran her hand along the correct panel opposite the door to the nursery until she found the little brass catch. The panel swung inwards, and Alina vanished. 

Ana Kuya and the other nurses were all from Keramzin on the other side of the Unsea, Ana claimed because the best nursemaids were found only here and refused to hire from anywhere else but Alina suspected that the real reason was so they could converse in the local dialect of Keramzin without the rest of the household knowing what they’d said. What Ana Kuya did not know, however, was that Alina had a very keen ear for figuring out a good portion of what they said, something she would only get better at, and only continue to keep secret, as she grew, and it was from the nurses’ conversations that she had learned about the warren of secret passageways within the dvorets , as well as their intended purpose - for the Duke and his family to escape if the palace were attacked. 

Alina had found many of them, though she was sure not all. This particular passage was a shortcut that carried her down to the larger courtyard on a set of winding, narrow, spiral steps with no bannister, the stone cold and slick beneath her feet, the air around her impossibly dark, and Alina had to bunch the hem of her shift into one hand so she would not trip on it, her other she set flat against the wall for balance. How long would it take for someone to find her if she fell and injured herself here? Closeted between the very walls as she was, who would ever hear her shout or cry? She swallowed tightly. She was not afraid. Besides, the thought of the creature waiting for her below spurred her on. She would see the tiger. She had to. 

The small space the stairs emptied out into led her on to another corridor that, in turn, gifted her with a window through which the courtyard was made visible. She checked more than twice even though she could see no-one, but the corridor was empty of guards or servants now, neatly tucked beneath the velvet blanket of black sky as the city was. Alina took a breath before she stepped out to enter it, like she was crossing a threshold, like this was a promise - though she did not know if she was making one, or breaking it. Her fingertips pressed against the cold sill as she leaned onto tiptoes to see out of the window, having to pause and wipe away a cloud that her breath formed across the glass.

She saw the mules and the cart, a crowd of her father’s men in golden crested livery, and then - just for the briefest, flashing second, she saw it. A lithe shape that did not so much pace as pour itself from place to another, as though its entire form was molten and simmering. It was difficult to distinguish the dark bars of the cage from the dark stripes patterning the tiger’s side; the creature carried the marks of her prison on her body, as though she had always been branded for exactly this purpose, as if captivity had been her destiny all along.

And then the mules jerked forwards, the cart disappeared through a stone archway with the men following after it, and Alina was left staring at the empty cobblestones beneath the flickering braziers of the courtyard. It was as if nothing had ever been there in the first place. 

*

When Alina woke the morning after the tiger had arrived, it took her a moment to realise that the bedroom was quite so quiet because she was the last of her siblings to rise. Her face was buried deeply into her pillow and when she lifted her head she realised she was in the centre of the bed, she was alone, she was not entangled in Zoya’s arm or squished neatly between her and Eva like the filling of a sandwich. Usually Alina slept on the edge and usually the other two seemed to like it that way, but on the occasion that Alina might wake up from a nightmare and neither of them were in too sour a mood about it they would pull her in between them to be cocooned by the heat of the duvet and themselves. But they weren’t here now, and had been absent long enough for the sheets next to where Alina lay to feel cold. She peeled herself off the mattress and got to her feet, listening to the sounds of her siblings at breakfast through the open door. She stretched her arms and legs and wondered briefly if she should just flop back into the quilt until she remembered the image of the tiger and was possessed by one thought, one goal: she had to see that creature up close. She had to. 

Could she sneak down to the menagerie? She knew of no passageway that would get her there and someone would surely apprehended her if she just wandered to it out in the open, so how… she would have to be smart about this. She dressed hastily and shoved her feet into her little shoes, then slipped through the door. 

Along one side of the table sat her four elder siblings, a neat little cascade of height like a little staircase as they sat in age order. They were all exactly one year apart - Zoya was twelve, Vadim was eleven, Eva was ten, Alexei was nine. On the other side the three baby boys were sitting with their nurses and arranged in the same fashion; Artur was three, Ivo almost two, baby Petro not yet a year. There was a baffling vacancy around little Alina, a gap of more than two years wide either side of her. No children occupied those spaces, between her and Alexei or her and Artur. She’d once asked Ana why this was, why she had no siblings closer to her in age like all the rest. 

“Maybe your poor mother needed a rest,” was all Ana had said, exasperatedly, because Alina had been particularly difficult that day. 

Now she approached the table slowly, not sure where to go as her usual chair was currently occupied by the wetnurse and it seemed no other place had been set for her. She just stood there, between the wall and the table, watching her siblings take their meal like she was an interloper, like they were a scene that she was studying, or like she was a portrait on the wall behind them and none of them were interested enough to look back into her painted eyes. Then she stepped forwards, leant over the table, and snatched a hunk of bread from one of the centre plates to rip apart, still standing, with her teeth before she shoved it down her throat. 

“Alina!” snapped Ana Kuya, releasing the wriggling Artur from her lap to stand up, “Where on earth are your manners?”

Alina looked up from the bread, almost surprised to have been noticed, and watched Artur run straight across the room to use his new found freedom for the grand purpose of playing with some wooden blocks. Ana Kuya was frowning as she marched across her, taking the bread straight from her hands and setting it onto a clean plate. 

“What has happened to your hair? You look like you’ve been out in a storm - and why is your smock on backwards?”

Alina opened her mouth to reply, closed it again. 

“This child,” Ana muttered, presumably to the other nurses or just herself, motioning for Alina to raise her arms so she could swiftly yank the smock up over her head and bring it back down again the right way, “will be the death of me,”

Alina stood very still and let Ana move around her, fixing her clothes and combing the knots out of her hair, as though she were simply a statue to be perfected before display. This was the only way to be; Ana Kuya did not truck with disobedience or fidgeting or wriggling. This was her nursery, she would remind them, and things would be done her way. Eva had once, shocking them all not only in her words but in how her punishment was carried out, earned herself a swift lashing with a switch and bed with no supper when she’d muttered it’s my mother’s nursery, you old cow. But Ana Kuya did not hold grudges - and neither, it seemed, did Eva. 

Alina’s ear was burning hot under Ana’s grip, where she was holding her to keep her still as she brushed, and she tried not to wince as the comb caught a heavy knot in her hair. If you cried out Ana Kuya would probably take the brush out and wrap it against your legs before she continued. Alina closed her eyes and took herself away from the moment, picturing the menagerie far below her feet. She imagined pacing across the floor towards the bars of the tiger’s cage, hand held aloft for the creature to see as they approached each other. The tiger would not be afraid or angry, she would be calm and comforted, she would recognise something in Alina that she knew was in herself and - 

“What are you doing ?” 

Zoya’s voice brought her back to the nursery, as did a sharp tug on her ear from Ana Kuya. Eva was in fits of giggles, as were Vadim and Alexei, but Zoya looked downright disturbed as she surveyed Alina, as though simultaneously concerned for her sister and quite entirely put off by her presence. 

“What?”

Eva covered her mouth, bent double with mirth, as Alexei pulled some stupid face to mock Alina. 

“You-” Eva barely managed to say between her breathy laughs, “You were-”

“I was what ?” Alina cried, cheeks flooding with colour.

When all she got was further laughter, she turned and flung her arms around Ana Kuya, burying her face in her familiar middle. Ana stroked the back of her head, about the closest she was going to get to returning the hug. 

“You were growling ,” Zoya’s icy voice cut through the laughter in a factual, disapproving tone. 

That was how Zoya said most things, but Alina welcomed it - at least now, anyway. She wasn’t laughing at her. 

“You are so funny, ‘Lina,” Eva continued, her voice still high and musical with laughter, “Do you think you are a bear?”

Ana’s hand moved down Alina’s back in repetitive, firm, slow movements between her shoulder blades as the girl burrowed closer to her, inhaling her familiar, comforting scent and refusing to peel herself out from the folds of her dress. 

“Come along now,” Ana told her, gently but with insistence, “Let go. It’s time for lessons,”

Alina released her unhappily, and followed her still-giggling siblings into the classroom.

[yesace123]

The only validation I couldn't achieve

A daughter should not have to beg her father for a relationship.

"Dad can I get ice cream?" The last few words Ace had ever spoken to her father. A mere 2 years of distant relationship glooms between their father-daughter relationship which they chose to ignore.

Ace was a dreamer. Out of all of them siblings, she was the only one who had a clear and bright future ahead. Through the years, only her brought home medals every after a year of schooling, yet she couldn't get it what made her so invisible to her fathers eyes.

One day, Ace's brother shared a big news to the family. "Mama! Papa! With honors ako!" Her brother enthusiastically said as her dad immediately congratulated the young man.

Who knew that a mere "congratulations" from her father would change the relationship between ace and her brother?

Later that day, her father came home from work. A cake placed on both hands as he called for her brother. "Para san yan?" Ace asked her mother genuinely confused as she pointed to the cake on the table.

"With honors Kuya mo, Ace!" A smile planted on her moms face--something Ace had never seen in a while. Especially to her. "Yun lang pala.." Ace scoffed. She couldn't help but be bitter. What difference did it have if her brother got with honors for once in his life while she always got them ever since.

After that, Ace grew even more distant to her father to the point that she'd only talk to him when the topic's important. She wanted an apology that she knew wouldn't come to her. Why would he apologize when he doesn't even know what he did?

Then came a time when Ace grew ill. She barely lived. Everyone in town knew her for being the girl with epilepsy. By then, she and her dad had little few conversations. She thought that if she just remained ill, then her dad would appreciate her more like her brothers.

Then of course, we all eventually have to move on. Everyone forgot about her and her needs. Even her father.

Highschool came around and of course, Ace was scared. She was about to meet new people and eventually form a relationship with them, but to her demise, she just wanted to fix her and her fathers relationship first.

She focused alot on her studies. Joined every extra curriculars, competitions, and organizations. Hoping that if she did more than she already had, her father would eventually come around.

As mentioned, Ace joined everything, and eventually won first place in robotics and computer programming like her father always dreamt of doing. Even if it drained her completely, she still tried. Just so she could get her father's validation.

"Pa! I won!" She excitedly said as her father tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Aalis ka?" The first thing that came out of his fathers mouth. Ace had a bad feeling about it and just nodded. "Hindi pwede Ace." Tears started to build up and eventually fill up her eyes as she tries to hold it back.

"Po?" Ace's smile turned into sobs. Her dad didn't dare to say a word back. She was certain that finance wasn't the problem. What is holding him back?

Later on she found out that her parents was sending her baby brother to school out of town to focus on his sports. That was when she finally broke down. "Bakit lagi nalang sila?" Ace broke down in tears.

"Ano ba ang meron sakanila na wala ako?" Ace said between sobs. She couldn't get it. Why not her? Why can't it be her?

In the end, she just wanted to feel her father's validation. The attention her father gave to her siblings and not her. To her, she wasn't entirely there. A part of her had disappeared ever since she became distant to her father.

[ahundredtimesover]

omg i didn’t think you’d answer my ask HAJSHSJSKS cue the kilig feeling 🥰 everything i know about basketball, learned unwillingly cos of my kuyas and tatay who changed the channel whenever there was a san miguel/tnt/lakers ateneo game PLUS they made me watch slam dunk din so every time yoongi mentions that my eye twitches cos *war flashbacks to when i wanna watch my cartoons*

but i’ve come to terms with the trauma EME 😭 jk lang it actually helped when i started writing for my uni’s publication and covered basketball games. sa uaap, i’m also really a fan of admu kahit di ako atenista HAHAHHAJSKSJS and yes that doug kramer clutch—one of the highlights of the entire uaap tbvh. i can’t imagine witnessing that LIVE. iba na rin uaap ngayon eh. (and ph basketball in general. sad na wala na yung hype masyado which i’m not surprised at all given how problematic the players are like???? sighs. toxic masculinity ew—theory q lang naman tho)

your writing is AMAZING pls like i’m not even kidding. you’re seriously one of the best writers across all platforms bc you can truly see and feel the effort you put in making your stories and dare i say you also don’t make your audience feel dumb (i can make a whole other 10-page essay about this PLS pero wag muna) and respect them by creating all these nuanced and character-driven stories (which is SO hard to find). i’m rereading “a still day or a hurricane” as a law girlie now 🥺

i hope the stories never stop forming in your head and i hope you experience so many great things in life that will inspire you to continue writing for many years to come cos who says there’s an age limit in writing fanfics???? 🧐 but also don’t forget to take care of yourself, ate mimi (yie ate 🥹). stay hydrated in this god awful heat!!! baka dumalas ako sa inbox mo i’m SORRY

- coj 🩵

Hiii I am here! Late to reply but I'm here! And lolll a usual story! It often starts with the men haha. My dad was a huge fan, too, so our TV always had basketball on. But I've come to love the sport even as a spectator! Whereas you've come to use it as a journalist nakkssss 😌😌 hahaha but true. PH basketball is sooo different now. I think it's also the culture. I can't even keep up with the conferences and the players and stuff. Nice to know my UAAP heroes are thriving but it's just not the same.

As for your lovely words... THANK YOU. 🥹 I'm such a context person in that I like exploring the why's of people - why they do what they do and say what they say. It always comes from somewhere, and a lot of it is fear. It's such a human feeling, so is desire. But I love writing about love, too, and that itself is complicated and beautiful. And I know it's just fanfic but it's a way for me to kind of release all these reflections and insights into the world and I'm just happy you're able to connect with these very flawed fictional humans! There's a little of us in them for sure! 💕

Lol sometimes I wish the stories would stop bc I won't stop thinking about them! I literally have scenes and dialogues written up for stories that idk if I'll ever get to actually write but yeah, hopefully there's energy and inspiration to match the ideas. One day I’ll probably have a “scenes from stories I’ll never write” post 🥲🥲

Pls stay cool and hydrated! Be safe always! 💕💕

[chrispuhsalow]

Random Kwento Serye

I end my work shift around 07:36pm , ang weird lng ng 6minutes , Dahil Jan lagi ako nagmamadali magbihis out of my uniform Dahil 0745pm ang alis ng shuttle from the Hotel I’m working at to Mall of Asia were I ride UV express pauwi ng Cavite.

Gusto ko lagi umuupo sa likod ng van yung pa parallel ang upuan mag katapatan, auko Yun sa row sunod ng driver Dahil lagi ako nahihilo kapag pa ganun ang upo ko, karamihan pa naman sa mga UV express driver kaskasero, Ndi nila kilala ang break.

Mejo puno na yung van na nasakyan ko, 2 na lng yung bakante, yung nasa harap ko and sa tabi ng driver. After few minutes May umupo na guy sa harap ko , sa wakas makakaalis na kame…

In fairness mabango si Kuya kahit pauwi na. Lahat kameng nasa likod napatingin sa kanya kasi amoy na amoy yung pabango niya. Feeling ko katapos niya lng mag gym kasi May dala na sports bag and parang gym clothes suot niya. I’m not sure if I’m older or he is older Basta alam ko Ndi kame nagkakalayu ng age..

After maningil ng dispatcher ng pamasahe at umandar na nga ang van…

Nag Check ako ng Waze Makakarating naman daw kame ng Dasmariñas within 1 hour Dahil Wala nman traffic., kinuha ko na ang headphone ko sa bag nag simula makinig music , usually Kpag nasa byahe mahilig ako makinig ng mga classical music para antukin., at nangyari ang hindi ko inaasahan

Sa ka habaan ng coastal road Puro tulog na ang mga kasama ko sa van., nasa harapan ko ang dalawa kong kamay , naka pilipit ang aking balikat Dahil siksikan kame.. nagkikiskisan ang kamay ko at ang kamay ng nasa harapan ko , humingi ako ng paumanhin Dahil Ndi ko sinasdya na dadala ako ng motion ng bawat liko ng sasakyan., ngumiti lng siya sa akin..

Nang makarating kame sa toll gate, bumagal ng kaunti ang andar ng sasakyan, nagulat ako sa ginawa ng lalake sa tapat ko kiniskis niya ang balat niya sa aking mga kamay, para akong na kuryente ., ilang beses niya pang hinimas mga daliri ko.. Ndi ako makagalaw, iiwas ba ako ?? Pero iisa ang sinasabi ng katawan ko ., tinukso ko din ng haplos ang kanyang palad., bumakas sa mukha niya ang gulat Pero Ito ay agad ding napalitan ng Ngiti.. hinawakan niya ng buo ang aking kamay., Wala akong ideya sa mga nangyayari, Basta ang alam ko lng nagu2stuhan ko ang sensasyon ng balat niya sa balat ko.

May mga ilang ulit niya pang hinimas ang palad at braso ko at pinisil ang aking kamay kamay..

Nauna siyang bumaba ng van sa akin..

Mejo malapit lng ang subdivision niya sa subdivision namin…

Haaay …

Makikita at makakasabay ko kaya siya ulit?

Ndi ako nag malakas ng loob kausapin siya, Ndi ko alam kung Bakit parang kuntento na kame na nagdadampi ang aming mga balat…

[ajywrites]

I've spent my entire life learning to be this brave.

My life wasn’t easy. I was the youngest, so they expected me to follow the footsteps of my Ate and Kuya. They excelled in academics, so I had to do the same. They were known for writing great sports articles, so I was pushed into journalism, even though I never wanted to write about sports. When I was in elementary school, I had a tutor just to make sure I stayed at the top of my class—because both of my siblings graduated as valedictorians, and I was expected to do the same.

High school came, and they decided I should study in a science high school—just like my sister. Then now, I was forced into a course and university I never even dreamed of attending. My life was planned out for me before I even had the chance to decide what I wanted. But no one ever asked me what I really wanted to do.

The truth? I never wanted this life.  

I didn’t want to write about sports—I wanted to play them. I wanted to be the first athlete in the family, to become a renowned badminton player. I wanted to enjoy learning without the pressure of competing for the top spot in class, without the fear that if I ever failed to be number one, my family would see me as a disappointment. I never wanted to study in UP—I just wanted to pursue medicine.

Our house was never quiet. It was filled with fights, with shouting, with tension so thick it became part of the air we breathed. Pride and ego ruled our home. Love? It felt more like an obligation than a choice.

But despite everything, I’m still here. I am brave. I made it through.

I don’t cry easily—not because I’m unbreakable, but because I’ve already endured worse. The battles I’ve fought, the weight I’ve carried, the expectations I’ve had to meet—they’ve hardened me in ways tears never could.

And yet, I choose to be happy.

Not because everything is okay, but because I refuse to let the pain define me. I know what it’s like to be surrounded by negativity, to feel trapped in an endless cycle of expectations and disappointments. And I don’t want to pass that weight onto others.

So I smile. I radiate positivity, because I want others to feel warmth where I once felt cold. I want to be the light I never had.

xoxo, A ᡣ𐭩

[jascinderella]

Week 6: For Sale – One Tired but Thriving Intern

If anyone’s looking for an intern with decent typing skills, a strong back (questionable yep), and the ability to remember things even before the actual employee does—I might just be up for sale! Week 6 was a rollercoaster of DTR calculations, last-minute reminders, resignations, and meetings, but hey, at least I’m still standing (barely). Let’s see what this week had!

After being gone for a week, coming back to work felt like starting all over again. Ate Des was on leave, so I had to take over all her tasks, specifically handling the DTR for all 14 departments. At first, I struggled to identify which records I had to complete first in each department, but I had to compute also the shift hours, check for tardiness and overbreaks, and verify everything before signing and receiving. It was a lot of work, but thanks to Ate Des’s prior guidance, I managed to do it properly. I spent three days catching up, along with other tasks like photocopying, stapling documents, and double-checking numerous overtime (OT) forms, which were quite confusing. By the time Ate Des returned, the DTR was almost done. She gave me a strawberry jam as pasalubong. 🥹🍓

I was relieved when she came back, especially because I remembered that every Monday, she uploads CocoSor’s biometric records in Outlook and PPPC’s in Teams. She had told me before, but she had forgotten until I reminded her—haha! Thankfully, I had recorded her explanation, so I listened to it to guide myself.

On top of that, a lot had changed while I was away. Ate Jas had officially resigned the same day my leave started, and now, Ate Caren and Sir Matt were also leaving. We had meetings about their resignations and task assignments, especially with the upcoming Sports Fest and ISO Audit. Since the HR team is already limited, we, the interns, will be helping out wherever we can.

There’s also a new hire in HR from TLC, and she looks familiar—I think I saw her during their thesis defense. I hope we get along well. Kuya Kevin, another new hire in HR, was also a big help when Ma’am Rizza asked me to get the groceries from the female locker area for the raffle. They were so heavy that I was glad he helped me carry them—otherwise, my back would’ve cracked (just kidding!). Aside from all that, whenever there’s something I can do—whether it’s typing, inputting, encoding, or handling checklists and performance appraisal sheets—I take it on. It’s great to stay productive, and I appreciate that they’re giving me tasks to work on.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

1.26.25 Sunday--Continuosly prayer for nana....Happy Blessed Sunday!!!

2:56 am

Still,have windblow...

Weird....Am I getting a windblow wave story....Am I dreaming? Someone is saying he loves me.

I wanna leave Cavite....

4:13 am

Still,have windblow...

Is the windblow plastics with some old fakers friends and some relatives?

It is past 4 am... I can't sleep but I don't feel like masturbating... But I feel irritated!

Do I have a hacker on my phone? This Cavite people will not stop!

I need to get my bf,I want to know I'm safe.It hurts a lot.... I feel jealous!!!

I feel jealous!!!

4:42 am

Still,have windblow...

I feel irritated that I don't understand...

I don't understand a thing... But I feel jealous!!!

4:53 am

Still,have windblow...

I can't sleep weird....Some data are transferring to me,to my heart??? I'm having headache....I feel jealous!

5:10 am

Still,have windblow...

Windblow wave is shouting the name Borgy? Am I dreaming?

I said I'm now Wappy Araneta....

But I'm now curious and wanting to know the truth about Alamid....The data is transferring to me and why I feel jealous....

I feel jealous.....

I can't see my cousin-white that will hate him for things that I don't know... Don't know how to see Daniel Marsh? I need a circle....The son of tita Stella? Uncle Doods is not replying... Painful back-tracking...

5:21 am

Still,have windblow...

Why, I care for Alamid? Data is transferring in my head and care for him? Is he dead? Should I love him???

Will have my first cup of coffee today...

6:57 pm

Still,have windblow...

3 minutes to go before 7 am....The visitors are good... But they woke me up awhile ago...

7:57 am

Still,have windblow...

I'm thinking of money in a lil while, we still have food for few days....

But what about my onw money?

I want my morning star in a way... Is Alamid really dead?

The son of tita Stella???. I hate women on the windblow...

Daniel or my cousin white?

Am I piece of cake? Yeah if I want to...

Windblow blow...

Another character added the older brother of Carlo Alzona is cute and I used to like him coz of his cute and INC but became Catholic now he is a Catholic....

If the original Alamid white vocalist is still alive....I want a morning star and hear his devilish voice near me...

8:27 am

Still,have windblow...

Tribute for Alamid...Take 2!

9:08 am

Still,have windblow...

I feel bitterish and hating Manalo's! Still, trying to overcome my depression...

11:23 am

Still,have windblow...

My white sports bra is missing....I feel bad.... I don't want anyone to steal my stuff coz I can't buy a new one....It is white supposed to be I will have my breast implants last year....

Angels,tell them don't steal my bra....

Please, I don't have a fundings to buy a stuff now... Is it a practical joke or ritual?

12:25 noon

Still,have windblow...

I need money and I need to get a job... I need money so that I can buy new bra's and panties....Supposed to be I want a "Victoria Secret" until I told myself not bad to have "Bench Bra's & Panties" ....I'm super self-pitying...

Remember from the past days, I posted that the "ghost" can have my pink power bank if I will go out on a bit long travel...

I wanted a sexy panties but these days it is somehow mixed...

This is as well missing in my room, I will try to find... The other pair I gave to Noralyn Sapatua time that I was with my bf...

Everytime I have a bf, I always wanted to have a pair of these...

3:15 pm

Still,have windblow...

Hmm... I don't know why Kuya Mark doesn't like me to be his friend coz I'm asking help if he can allow me to borrow food and whatever in "Foremost"...

Later I need to check ointment in "Foremost Store"...

I said Kuya Mark ( Older Brother -Kuya) can we be friends? Can I borrow here and sing a song hahaha....He said I also have creditz... Dead End.... I said I will pay for it if there is a way to borrow here hahah...

18 years,I've been single and just simply masturbating... I feel bitterish!

3:38 pm

Still,have windblow...

It is fucking weird that I can't even buy Matcha or my Starbucks everyday....I feel bad I need money... We need food....I need to buy some things here....The only way is "cannibalism"...

3:45 pm

Still,have windblow...

I feel stress, self-pitying coz 18 years they just smashed me that fucking " Chiffon Organizers"! I hate them so much...

I feel fat and ugly... Getting older and hating it... I wanna get some botox for real... They took away my life and made me nothing in this world...

4:49 pm

Still,have windblow...

Make me laugh angels, but this is my fear that someone is making this Cavite a "True Blood" thing... I need to get a job... I'm a vampire,angels... I'm a vampire...

5:40 pm

Still, have windblow...

These 3 plastics Ivan,Harold and Crysette....They open the living room door and let John go out...

I went out few minutes ago, I was so sure that the living room door is locked....

3 eggs plastics?

Gang of Uncle DD... I want them all out here... I cannot trust these 3 people named Ivan,Crysette and Harold. The labrador upper group! Harold, Crysette and Ivan.

Good thing John is well-trained by mommy Peachy...

John can understand words... When I say come back,go home, he knew it!!!

I cannot leave John anymore here coz I have a back-stabber with me named Ivan, Crysette and Harold.

I don't like the gang of Uncle DD....They didn't even care when John went out...

6:28 pm

Still,have windblow...

Good thing Jobelle (my cousin ) and Bang ( Jobelle's partner ) suddenly standing there on Ate Bebot's bbq booth and I vented-out on them...

How can a dog or John opened the lock of the living room door...

Now,I want Beth be dead... Texting me again! Bunches of crazy.... Beth is with them... Can someone kill my biological mother. I will not cry if that crazy biological mother will die....Someone texted my crazy biological mother either Harold, Ivan or Crysette... Blaming me for crashing these 3, biological mother is smashing me again....Always planning that the people will be on their side.

I need a bf, I want out here...

I need a bf, I want out here...

7:18 pm

Still,have windblow...

Additional, it is tested ( present perfect tense ) I went to manila for 10 hours and went back here, John can't unhook, can't open the lock of any doors here... I didn't train him to unlock the door...

Meaning a person or a human being intentionally unlocked or unhooked the door and let John went out without any care....

I'm super stressed-out....I can't trust them Uncle DD, Harold, Crysette and Ivan and Beth.

Beth and DD wanted a followers or people to like them...

I need a bf... I'm inviting Alamid or Daniel Marsh to appear and enter here in my ugly house even a real link from Araneta! I need HELP! Or the son of tita Stella?

8:34 pm

Still,have windblow...

I'm super stressed-out....I can't trust my some family members and their linking....

I have anxiety,I feel agitated, I feel that I'm not safe here and I can't be comfortable....

John is my son-dog....I'm not corny, I'm sensitive... I'm serious and having John is a serious thing that I want my friends,my true friends and bf to respect me...

Example I will whoever I put on the list such as Alamid, my fucking cousin white,Daniel, son of tita Stella and others...

If example Alamid et al will not take John seriously, I will feel hurt though I love him... It will be a big deal if we have a relationship....

I'm not a child but a woman who is a dog lover... That my bf should accept me...My partner must respect my personality... Loving someone means embracing the entire personality whether I might sometimes shout or get angry... Love means a total acceptance of my whole being...

I raised him... I had sleepless nights...

10:54 pm

Still,have windblow...

I feel the stress... I feel the fear... I hope my bf to be will be very loving to me when it comes of me being a dog lover...

I'm having self-pity and panicking...

I feel fear that they will plan something bad on John...

I'm stress!!!.Super stress!!!

I know my old fakers friends like Mitch?.They didn't want me around,right? For 18 years..

I need a bf....I feel super stress...

[g3lly4c3]

Love or Crown: Chapter 1

Theo’s POV -News Flash-

“ UAAP season 90 has officially entered their 2nd round of competition. Leading on top of the standings are the Growling Tigers, showing clear dominance with an unbeaten record of 7-0. Followed by their rivals Fighting Maroons having a 6-1 win-loss record… Speaking of rivalry, later on, these two teams will head off to fight one another as the start of their second round matches. Catch the game live on the UAAP channel available in Youtube, Facebook, and other social media platforms”

“The pressure is starting to kick in” I stated as I was watching the news.

“Don’t let it come to you, we still need to stay undefeated and we haven’t reached our goals yet, we still haven't brought that crown back to Espanya” Eli stated in response to what I said. “C’mon, we still need to prepare for our game", he added. 

Today is the start of the second round robin of the UAAP. Lucky for us, our first game is against UP… We barely survived them in our first round encounter… How lucky, right?. To be honest, I’m starting to feel pressured, I am one of the ace players of the team. To add more, the pressure of staying undefeated is pretty wild and it's hunting me in my dreams. 

Tristan’s POV

After hearing the news, I lowkey feel pressured but the excitement inside me is much more felt. I’m so ready to fight and win against UST. We haven’t won against them since last season. Last season, they defeated us in both rounds of competition. They even won in the semifinals, blocking our way into the Finals. This season, we’re hungry for revenge. But we weren’t able to do that last round as they took the win from us in a come from behind setting. This time, I'm making sure we’re winning, that 4-0 losing streak against UST will come to an end.

My phone vibrated, it was my kuya. 

“Goodluck on your game, lil bro!” he texted.

He was always very supportive of me. He supports me in everything I do. He watches my games, training, he even shows up in my try out when I was still trying out for UP. I love him so much, I can't imagine living in a world without him.

-Game Time-

“Let us meet the starters from both teams, starting with… the UST Growling Tigers!! Number 7, Team Captain, Maxwell Mateo Andrade……… and Number 3 Outside Hitter, Aiden Elijah De Guzman. Now the starting line up for their opponent… the UP Fighting Maroons!! Starting with their team captain, number 8, Tristan Fuentes…….. And middle blocker number 16, Felix Kiro Alcantara. Let the game begin!”

Theo’s POV The game has started, the arena is full, this match up was heavily anticipated i guess. I wouldn't doubt it though, since the last few seasons our match against up is always 5 setters, the team who has the most stamina always wins. As the game was starting, there was also a change of chants on both supporters of each team. This is not just a match inside the court, but outside as well. 

Tristan’s POV The Sea of Gold had always been so loud and energetic, but this time, they are a different beast. Since earlier, their “Go USTe” Chant has been playing non-stop. I don’t mind it though, it’s so catchy, you wouldn't even realize that you're joining in with their chant. 

Sea of Gold shouting and screaming the “Go USTe” Chant: “Go USTe,

Go USTe,

Go USTe,

Go, Go, Go, Go

Go USTe,

Go USTe,

Go USTe,

Go, Go, Go, Go”

UP faithful chanting “U-nibersidad ng Pilipinas”:

“Matatapang, Matatalino, 

Walang takot kahit kanino,

hinding-hindi  magpapahuli,

Ganyan kaming mga taga-UP

U-nibersidad ng Pilipinas - 4x”

-Sports Analyst-

“What an exciting match we have here, the Growling Tigers fighting against the Fighting Maroons to stay undefeated here in the UAAP Season 90”

“First serve from UST… they target UP’s Libero… Fuentes with a quick attack, Andrade was ready for it, they set it up for De Guzman… who puts it away!”

-few moments later-

“Andrade with the service, targets UP’s libero again… misreceived… UST with a free ball… who will they go to?... Andrade from the pipe, deflected, UP counters… Fuentes scores! We are now tied at 24 all. UST calls for time.”

Theo’s POV

“Shit” I shouted. I am super frustrated, I’ve been studied by our opponent, scoring has been a problem for me.

“We need to focus. Stay Calm.” Said by our coach. We really need to stay calm, we’re being rattled, this is not how we usually play. 

“Let’s take this set, let’s side-out!” Eli shouted.

-buzzer noise-

“Let’s finish this set. Atin to! Hey UST!” I shouted… “FIGHT!!” they respond in unison.

After that time out, we’re so ready to get that set… and guess what? We won it. 26-24. 2 more sets to go.

While playing, I really can’t take my eyes off Tres, I've had a crush on him since last year. He’s just so good and so handsome, he’s also so smart, he's so my type. 

Tristan’s POV After losing the first set, I huddled the team and said that we should play with nothing to lose. We all know that UST is a tough opponent but we should not let it bother us, we shouldn’t be intimidated. 

“We need to focus on the game. We’re doing good, we just have to push harder. Let’s take the second one!” said by our coach. 

“UP” I shouted after our coach spoke… “FIGHT” my teammate responded in unison.

-time stamp-

-Sports Analyst-

“UST has yet again won the second set. Will they take this in 3 or will UP extend the game?”

Tristan’s POV

We still didn’t win the 2nd set, the score was even further. I’m so  disappointed with how we’re playing, we don’t have the first ball so we can’t execute a play.

“Y’all need to fight. We didn’t go here just to lose without fighting.” I said to them, “Let’s extend the game. Let’s focus on the basics, we NEED to have FIRST BALL” i added.

Theo’s POV We are a set away from extending our winning streak against UP. I'm so excited but I'm not ready yet to see my Tres cry… 

In all of the matches we’ve played together, they always lose and he always ends up crying because of it… I always want to cheer him up but I don't think I'm in the right position to do so… maybe someday, sometime, i’ll be able to… I hope so.

-time stamp-

-sports analyst-

“We are now tied at 23 all. UP serving. They target De Guzman… perfect pass… Andrade… with an exclamation point! UST now at match point!”

“Andrade now on the service line… he targets UP’s libero… Fuentes with a quick hit… deflected by the blockers. De Guzman gets it. Blocked. UST recovers… they set it up to Andrade from the pipe... and UST took their first victory in the second round of the UAAP!”

Tristan’s POV

UST won again. I’m feeling like a disappointment. When will we ever win from them? Are we not good enough to win? Well maybe we are not… Tears started pouring out from my eyes… I can't process my emotions… every time we lose against UST, it just automatically drops… Maybe someday we will win against them... Someday at the right time.

Theo’s POV

We won again. I am so happy. I was also announced as the Player of the Game, but… the moment I saw my Tres crying… my heart immediately stopped its happiness. Now I'm just feeling like comforting him and giving him hugs… but I can't do it… I'm not brave enough. Maybe someday I can love him the way I want to... Someday at the right time.

to be continued...

[honshino]

friends and family

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http://rhei-anna.tumblr.com/ OH SHNAPS IT'S THIS CHICK ahaha she's really awesome and she's taken SO NIKKA BETTER NOT GET ON HER DICK AND BOTHER HER BEFORE I GET YO DICK RIPPED OF WITH MY........ idk just yo dick ain't gna be fun to have alright? SHE'S my TUMBLR best fwend so shut the fuck up ahaha. She's awesome and amazing and shit you already know these people are those that you should follow alright? and yeah she's freaking amazing so talk to her and make her day.

http://dinolovesyhuboo.tumblr.com/ (friend) awwwwwwwwwh she's sooooooo sweet and everything like I just met her and dayum we just having fun but all in all she's another real as nikka on here aha lol. She's barely on but in real life she's a chill person to talk to sooooo yeah idk about tumblr lol.

http://dayumitsmelissa.tumblr.com/ THIS GIRL THOUGH idk where to put you at the moment but yeah YOU ARE SOOOOOOOO AWESOME like you know when you can just click with talking to people? yeah you're one of those people for me which is cool. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm she's amazing so far that I can tell, mostlikely well known on tumblr as are all these other people LOL i'm not by the way so don't tell me I am. anyways hmmmmmm she's freaking awesomely amazing alright? shit idk she looks freaking gorgeous as well so yeah... AHAHHA I thought she was like 15 but it turns out she's my age... well younger ahah by like a few months but yeah idk what else to say we only talked for a bit aha xp

http://darleengsings.tumblr.com/ (SINGER) I TOLD YOU GUYS TO JUST ASK BREH AHAH and this girl......... SHE'S LIKE THE FREAKING MADONA OR RHIANNA OR BEYONCE OR SOME OTHER GREAT FREAKING AMAZING SINGER... OH SINATRA LOL idfk my music I just listen to music and if I like I like ahah idk the artists..... anyways yeah............. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO BE IN MY FAMILY THOUGH???????????? =c shiet my brain not working....... AGH I needa edit other's profile as well lol for now you shall be (SINGER) lol

http://raaisyymoraales.tumblr.com/ OMG IT'S THIS WELL KNOWN PERSON lol she's my sister so yeah don't talk shit alright? She's like one of the first people I talked to on here soooooooo yeah she's awesome like seriously idk how I even found out about her blog but yeah I guess she's like really well known also ahaha xp. Yeah my bads I didn't add you on here you don't go on much anymore =c 

http://lele-leahh.tumblr.com/ Honestly she's the reason why I like being on tumblr, when I first started I joined tc's and like they were so amazing and it just made me happy. She's such a beautiful person and she sings well, and she's so nice. I was like really shy in talking with people but after my first tc ... or was it second? anyways it was amazing so that's why I started talking to people on here and it's just been an amazing experience in meeting so many people.

oh and i'm updating every time I add... kinda well shiet I needa focus anyways yeah if you're missing and want to be on here just ask and i'll write about you as well. k back to shivering and trying to do apps k byes

I know we may not talk but I honestly do care, no matter what you're on here for a reason and well yeah it doesn't matter what's happened I would always care for you even if you don't care about me. I'm just saying this because in my past friendships been iffy and like I think I only have a few close ones... but yeah if you're not on here just tell me because I know so many other people I talk to a lot but I just don't want to ask "is it okay if you're like my sister now? or my brother" lol it's just freaking weird ya know? xp

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Taylor Swift Parties with Kate Moss, Cara Delevingne, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, and Lena Dunham in London's Notting Hill

Taylor Swift has found herself a new London girl squad, enjoying a night out in Notting Hill on Tuesday as she takes a break from her Eras tour. The 34-year-old singer, who will be back on stage in Liverpool on Thursday night, let her hair down at the Argentinean restaurant Casa Cruz with a new posse of girlfriends. File Image, Kuya JDL, CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons Joining Taylor were fashion icon Kate Moss, designer Stella McCartney, actor Andrew Scott, and writer Phoebe Waller-Bridge. Her long-time friends Cara Delevingne and Lena Dunham, both London residents, also attended the party. Completing the group were the Haim sisters, Este and Danielle, and music legend Chrissie Hynde. Taylor looked stunning in a black corset layered under a tailored grey coat, accessorized with a clock choker necklace, a nod to her album Midnights. She completed her look with towering red heels that matched her lipstick shade. Kate Moss, 50, dazzled in a white satin pencil skirt and matching blazer, finishing her look with fishnets and platform heels. Stella McCartney was the designer of choice for the evening, with Taylor, Phoebe, and Cara all sporting her designs. Taylor's corset costs £1,150, while her pinstripe wool coat is £1,509. Phoebe matched Taylor's style in a £2,065 camel coat from Stella, beaming as she left the restaurant with her Fleabag co-star Andrew Scott, who couldn't stop smiling after the fun night out. Andrew is a close friend of Taylor's ex-boyfriend Joe Alwyn. Their group chat, the "Tortured Man Club," is believed to have inspired the title of Taylor's latest record, The Tortured Poets Department, though Andrew has downplayed this claim. The actor recently revealed he texts Taylor and praised her new album, saying, "I think she is just a force of nature, just an extraordinary human, and this album is really, really amazing." Taylor is a known fan of Phoebe, having first met her when Phoebe hosted an episode of Saturday Night Live in 2019 where Taylor was the musical guest. In 2020, Taylor wrote a letter supporting Phoebe for the Time's 100 list of the most influential people. Read the full article

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Almost my Birthday!

I keep on seeing my 27 things to do before 27 in my facebook memories, too bad I deleted the Tumblr blog I did about that, not sure why I deleted. It would’ve been fun to see the list and how I was able to cross out everything. Here’s what I remember:

1. go to the beach - Puerto Galera

2. Watch a movie alone - zoo something in Waltermart

3. Go to a place I haven’t been - church in Makati

4. Wear jeans and T-shirt at work with no make up

5. Eat things I dont like (milk tea, milk, sushi, frozen yogurt) - With Ate Grace

6. Calorie feast (since I was on a diet for the longest time that time lol) - National Sports grill with ate grace in Greenbelt

7. Do a good deed for someone - cake for kuya na always managing the taxi stand in waltermart Makati

8. Invent a recipe - I made a custard cup eme lol

9. Fly - First time parasailing in Puerto Galera

Thats all I remember, maybe I’ll add more when I see some from the memories. I know I was able to finish it before my birthday.

Anyway, I was thinking, after my 39th birthday maybe I should start making a list of 40 things to do before 40! This will be fun to look forward to and finish in 1 year! The 27 thing was kinda rush so I keep pushing myself and stressing myself to finish it even if it means going to puerto galera after a night shift and basically just slept the whole day in the hotel! So having a whole year to plan and do it would be fun!

Will keep you posted!✨