#K-Suke

[fluffy-pop]

Nattsun and K-Suke from Pop'n Music Utacchi!

[lysenore]

Vasalla ✟ Insanity EP, 1995

scans by soulseek’s files

[buzzzbun]

ugh i love power ranger villains sm

Funfilled Spy Luckyuro

from Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger, 2013. Designed by K-SuKe. 

(CHECK THE OTHER CRAZY MONSTERS: crazy-monster-design.tumblr.com/)

[biomic]

mr. shining knife and mrs. sweet cake...............

[anderfels]

look at the height difference between giorno and diavolo. why didn't diavolo just pick him up and punt his punk ass into the tiber. is he stupid

[dadsbongos]

sweetnerd

@toxycodone / @maniacpixiedreamboy been waiting to post this one for ya (based on this post of his)

summary - daisuke -desperate for some release after months of passionless jerking- begs to eat you out one night.

1 k words / 18+! mdni

Recently, the lock on medical had been snapped off. Thankfully, you knew the culprit to be Swansea after a belligerent search for painkillers. And unfortunately, you were responsible for watching over the numerous drugs each night.

Well, you claim it’s a misfortune but really you placed the burden upon yourself. Anya insisted that she would sit with you -- seemed borderline inconsolable at the idea of you being there alone. Then she told you where she hid the ship’s gun.

You weren’t sure why a nurse and her assistant had access to the gun when even Captain Curly didn’t, but you also weren’t getting paid enough to ask. Besides, you’ve never had a reason to use it so why concern yourself?

As if sensing all such serenity, the Tulpar bangs outside. Then Daisuke is clambering inside, hands on the doorframe and cheeks flush. His knees are pressed together, his whole body bent like some cheap hanger. Hair tousled, strands upright in odd angles -almost electric in nature. If not for the utter strangling silence behind him and his heavy breathing, you might’ve thought the rest of the ship was on fire.

“Dai… suke..?” you sit up groggily, scrubbing exhaustion from your eye, “The hell’s wrong with you? Do you know what time it is?”

“Do you?” he shoots, abandoning the argument a second later in favor of quietly humming, “I wanted to ask you…”

“Yeah?”

“Uhm, ugh… It was easier in my head… earlier…” he mumbles, hand drifting down toward his pelvis. He scrunches the crotch of his sleep pants, a lofty sigh escaping at the squeeze, “Can you- I’m just, you get it? You’ve gotta,” he clenches his eyes, seemingly shaking away the humiliation that very instant and looking at you with the biggest, wettest plead you’ve ever seen, “Can you please sit on my face while I jerk off please? Please?”

The pinched look on your face does not scream disgust, which only relieves him slightly -- he hadn’t really considered what he’d do if you reported his question to Captain Curly. Head too hot with want to forethink something as trivial as a sexual harassment lawsuit.

“Why…?” you lean back, hesitant though not appalled.

“I need to get off, like crazy,” he stumbles forward, slow enough for you to roughly shove him back if you want to, “All I got is an old mag, and it’s junk!” you can hear the delirium thrumming through him the longer you keep him waiting, “You’re so hot, I just wanna eat you out… You don’t even have to do anything, just ride my face! I’ll be good, I promise. We can stop whenever, too, I don’t need to finish,” he swallows harshly before whispering something you’re not totally sure you were meant to hear, “Just the memory could make me cum anyway.”

“Uhm…”

“I’ll give you some of my sweetener stash!”

“I don’t want that, Daisuke…”

“Then forget you heard it!” his dark eyes scramble over your body, “What else can I give you?”

Your own gaze flips over his shoulder, out the still open medical door and down the hall. Empty. Quiet. You snag him by the loose collar of his spare Pony Express shirt, sunshine fabric pillowing between your finger, wrangling him into the bay.

“Just be quiet,” you hiss, “The lock’s busted.”

Daisuke’s rosy lips drawl upward, loose and loopy and disbelieving, “You’re serious?”

“Aren’t you?”

He nods hastily, jumping back onto one of the care beds before flattening across it -- pleading silently up at you with wet puppy eyes while scrubbing sweaty palms down his thighs. Crinkling the soft material until it’s ricketing down his knees; watching hawklike as you slowly strip. Then you crawl atop of him, he clutches you by the hips and blows out a wildly uneven breath.

Barely able to find the strength to blink -lest he be cursed to cut the sight of your bare skin from his eyes- Daisuke only just scrounges the wherewithal to assist you into kneeling over his scorched face.

Exhaling between your thighs, Daisuke winds one hand around your thigh -blunt nails digging into the fat- while wrapping his cock with the other.

Craning his neck, he approaches eating you out the exact way you assumed he would: eagerly and without forethought. Absent of technique, but so full of hunger; his tongue parting and swirling wherever he pleases in that moment. As rhythmless as he is, he’s overtly sloppy -- wet clicks livening the silent room.

Billows of loose breath echoing. You sigh as he whimpers into you. Your weight jostling over his face as he bucks wildly into his tight fist -the resulting gasp only makes him thrust up harder.

“Ah, Daisuke,” pure instinct encourages you to reach down and wrangle his hair, keeping him still for you to grind down and fuck his face. Swirling your hips for that wet friction and Daisuke puts up no fight: only moaning louder into you. Vibrations making you shudder and weep again, “Ah- Daisuke!”

He croons beneath the praise, thumbing the soaking head of his cock while tongue-fucking you open. Desperately stretching his neck to nuzzle deeper into you with his own mewls leakier than a broken faucet. The messy sound of his clenched fist rapidly working his cock grows louder -- you glance over your shoulder to find him shiny with precum. Hand a mere blur over his thick erection. Ruby head peeking at you with every thrust until pearly ropes are painting his knuckles -- some more ambitious shots flying onto your back.

You’d somewhat expected him to slide back like some content, melty goop.

Daisuke surprises you when he smears cum over you whole before using it as lube to slide in, nearing knuckle deep. He moans in time with you as if he can feel it -or maybe just because feeling you clench around him is that good.

“God,” he whimpers beneath you, fingers curling inside you, “I could die down here…”

It might’ve been alarming, if he hadn’t said it so dreamily.

Maybe you’ll let him go down on you more often, if he’s always going to be so eager.

[archrins]

Morals in saiki k are just gone. People forget that kuusuke, saiki and toritsuka don't have morals, (saiki see's in grey not black or white)

Toritsuka, he just does any thing like doing perverted stuff and doesn't mind it, because there's no punishment for that if he die's and already saw that after you die you just become a ghost without memories so to him it's just pointless to believe in gods/afterlife, he only like would feel bad if he make's a person sad, he's a normal high schooler

BTW kuusuke's part down is having more detail cuz i also have this mind set so yeah

Kuusuke, he thinks morals are idiotic mean some people long along just made all of this 'morals' and he's just going to follow it because it's "right" fucking dumb, he only care's for his family and some friends.. he's more smart he's better. And he's not going to listen to those morals those monkeys. but He is going to act like he does listen to them.

Yeah I just want people to see that tori & suke have little to no morals

[beanghostprincess]

Favourite One Piece openings and/or just songs in general?

You can't ask this to a music student and guitarist/singer! I can't choose! there are too many good songs in this anime-

Sogeki no Shima deeee. Umareta Ore waaa. Hyaappaaatsu Hyaku Chu. Lulu Lala Luuuuuu. Nezumi no Medama mo (Lock on!!) Omae no Haato mo (LOCK OOOON!!!) SOOOGEKI NO SHIMA KARA KITA OTOKOOOO LULULU LULU LALAAA SOOOOREEEENIIIGEEEEROOO Sogege Soge Soge SOOGEEEKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

Okay, no, jokes aside (it isn't a joke. I genuinely ADORE Sogeking's theme) my true rankings (No. I'm not writing essays about them. This post would be too long. If you're curious about my genuine long opinions about a song, send an ask bc otherwise this post will be too long):

Openings:

Crazy Rainbow (this is the song I want all of you to think about when you think about me because it's MY song. I LOVE IT. It's me. It talks about me, actually. I am crazy and I'm a rainbow and a star. Twinkle twinkle rainbow star!!! I heard it once and it became my favorite ever. It's my alarm. I wake up with this banger every day. My friends hate me for this take but honestly, they're the ones who don't appreciate a good set of trumpets and guitars with tropical imagery as background).

Hope (The chorus is WILD. The visuals are so comforting it makes me cry every time. This is the energy I want all of my fanfics to have. It's the representation of my writing turned into music, I think. These are the vibes I want. The lyrics??? Are fucking insane??? Also, Sanji-themed, and it hits close to home).

We go! (I don't need to explain this one, but I wanted to mention that the way he screams BRRREAK OF ROMANCE DAWWWWN rewired my brain completely and that lyric appears on my mind every damn day)

Jungle P (Average opening. Not even that good. It's just cool and happy. HOWEVER! Have you considered that LIFE IS ADVENTUROUS BE AWARE IT'S DANGEROUS WHO'S GONNA BE ONE OF US AND THE TRIP GOES ON BECAUSE WE DA PIRATE OF THE MASS TO THE WEST TO THE EAST GONNA FIND MY WAY SAIL AWAY ALL THE WAY TO ONE PIECE)

Brand New World (The energy this song has makes me literally want to scream in the happiest of ways. The chorus, man, it's insane).

Hikari E (The Catalan Dub makes it better. I'm staying loyal to my native language this time. This is fucking amazing in Catalan. The lyrics are so fucking good they make me want to cry. It's very dear to me, too).

The peak (Really cute! Fun! Such a relief opening to end Wano <3 It's just beautiful visually and stunning. But also it has such peaceful and joyful vibes!! My beloved).

Kokoro No Chizu (This one is awesome. I love everything about it. My fav thing about it is my reaction to watching OP with full screen for the first time. Really fun experience of 'what the fuck is this and also THIS SONG IS A BANGER??')

Bon Voyage (Also my alarm because no other thing besides BON VOYAAAGE being yelled against my ear wakes me up in a better mood. Also, really fun opening. The chorus are basically the best part, ofc, for obvious reasons).

Believe (Once again saying this one hits different in the Catalan Dub. The lyrics are beautiful but also it gives sooo many 2000s opening vibes. I enjoy this song every time)

Endings:

Raise (I am not explaining this one because I think it's obvious why it deserves top 1)

Run! Run! Run! (Who the fuck is focusing on the song when Sanji being silly is right there???!?!??! Fun fact, I had a whole ass moment when I saw this ending for the first time and I had to take a break from watching the show because I went on a full crazy spiral of 'Sanjisanjisannijssnaisanjisanjisansajisanjisanji'. But also, really great song and it makes my brain go brrrrr).

Shouchi no Suke (BROOO THE VIBESSSSS THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD I COULD LISTEN TO THIS FOR HOURS)

Dear Friends (This one makes me want to k word myself so I think that's a very good way to express how fucking good this ending is and how much it hurts me every time)

Eternal Pose (I am vibing. I like vibing. It's the vibes only).

Free Will (I want to hug Robin so tight. This one makes me so emotional. I am in so much pain, please).

(Not even a top 10, this was supposed to be a top 5 but I couldn't leave Free Will behind).

Character songs (with little to no explanation because I work tomorrow and I have to go to sleep but I want to post this now):

River of Freedom (I want to fuck Sabo nasty after hearing this and I am so not ashamed of posting this publicly. My thoughts aren't in the bible).

Dr. Heart Stealer (I want to fuck this man to oblivion and I am a lesbian and asexual. Imagine how hot you have to be for this to happen).

47 Todoufuken Gen Ima Cruise (Yakko Warner would love this).

Hajimari to Owari no Machi (They put drugs in this one).

Girls ni Kubittake (I like submissive Sanji).

Smile for Freedom (I kin Nami)

Save My Heart (The depression of some is the fav song of others)

Headliners (Kidlaw sex)

Usopp Drop (I am in love with Usopp)

Moulin Rouge (I am in love with Sanji)

[adek21]

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Ak pun cube selak selimut pia ak suluh wah gebu pha pia...ak pun cube tolak2 pia tgk tdo mti ke x ak kocok sah tdo mti. Ak pun selak selimut kirah pulak lg cute punggung kirah dri pia ye pun tdo mti...ak duk tgah2 kaki dye org smbil tgk porn.ak keluar kn btg ak ak lncp plan2 tbe2 pia pusing meniarap..ak msuk dlm selimut pia ak tarik seluar plan2 npk lh punggung pia ak pun bukak selimut pia npk lh ponggeng dye x besar tp gebu ak megcngkung ats ak letk btg kt lurah jubo pia ak gosok2 dh puas ak bukak kirah punye pulak tp jubo kirah memang padu

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Kirah..abgme wak npe ni jilat jubo kirah ke

Ak...kirah jgn lh kbo sape2 abgme sgap

Kirah...buleh tp kirah nk tgk gane abgme jilat jubo pia

Ak..akpe kne g2..

Kirah...sbb bia pdan muke abg mey

Ak...ad upoh x

Kirah...wak dulu mcm abgmey wk ke kirah xd

Ak..em

Ak pun g kt pia ak pun selak luroh jubo ye npak lubg jubo pia..ak pun jilat lh tp sdp kirah lg

Kirah..wekkk kto goh lh jubo adk pun abgmey selere...

Ak..tp abgmey lg suke hok kirah pejal

Kirah..akpe?? Rase gane sdp op

Ak..dap ah

Tgoh smbg pia lop pusing npk terus burik pia

Kirah...jilat cpt

Ak..k

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Ak pun pejam mate byang burik pia smbil lncp..tgah syok tbe2 kirah mengcngkung ats muke ak cute sgat burik kirah ni ak pun jilat lh kirah pun lancp btg ak lame

[getitfrenchship]

That last post made me think of possible combos for the podcats:

Detergent platonic asshole squad with Sh//inji, Ki//suke and G//in for an in-universe radio station. Sh//inji throws a hissy fit when jazz isn’t played at least once, G//in and K//isuke hold the most chaotic gremlin energy

Naka Yu squad with Ha//wks and Go//jo. Birb is more chill and cynical but ye

Py//thon and Az//ama roasting hour

[simmetrycal]

Happy Birthday

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

wc: 6.7 k

a/n: PRAISE THE LAWD ON THIS BLESSED SUNDAY FOR I AM DONE.

enjoy yume!

-

the party was going great. everything was in order, drinks were on a tab, catering was perfect, and a lot a people came. it was loud, the lighting was low, and the music was good.

only, kosuke didn’t care nor even think about any of these things. it was his own birthday party and he wasn’t even interested in the activities going on.

in fact, he was in the restroom for quite some time.

patrick orchestrated the party and invited all the guests. mainly because he has an odd passion for organizing events and activities— as well as using it as content for his vlogs.

he had his camera with him the entire night, holding it up for himself and poppy mostly. he’d soon post it the next day and probably title it “grwm to throw a birthday party for my best friends ex (shit goes down NO CLICKBAIT)” with shock emojis on the thumbnail.

the whole thing was paid for in advance using the money from kosukes big boxing win last night.

sure it should have gone towards kosuke and takashi’s rent or maybe to their day-by-day inclining debt, but he decided that it was fine to do whatever they wanted with it as long as it meant kosuke had a good birthday.

besides, he deserved it. he landed the last hit before the eighth round buzzer rang with a stunning knockout. kosuke was on top of the world, bloodied and battered but feeling good.

the opponent he faught was someone he’d been wanting to get in the ring with for years now. each are one of the best cruiserweight fighter in their bracket and they finally got to meet.

he was a jaguar from brazil by the name of santos and he had tattoos all over. he hit kosuke at the weigh in and it started crazy hype for the fight leading up in a few weeks. the yoshida versus santos posters were plastered all over downtown and tons of bets were placed on that night.

it may have been good for publicity but not for kosuke. the premature jab by santos only set him off and if it weren’t for his coach he would have torn the guy up to shreds.

in the gym, people who know kosuke tend to watch out for his “tiny” anger problem. they always clear the way to his training area as soon as he walks in. loud voices become low murmurs and the gym equipment noises only grow.

in the locker room, it’s dead silent. the other fighters can hardly even glance up. out of fear or respect— it didn’t matter. nobody looked at kosuke for very long lest they have a desire to get targeted.

with takashi, it was the same way but a bit less so. he was still threatening but the turmoil levels were much lower. you could probably even talk to him on a good day.

but despite the aggression, kosuke and takashi’s presence at the boxing gym is good for morale. they bring a certain energy that others feed off of.

as for the fight last night, suke had sustained a couple of injuries but it’s nothing in the grand scheme of things. only a cut eyebrow, some swelling, and some scratches and bruises.

even after 24 hours they look much better than when he stood up there on the canvas after the win. and while he was up there, he took a glance around at the audience, hoping to see a certain red doll waiting somewhere for him— win or lose.

but she wasn’t.

and he felt like an idiot for expecting her to show up.

but he wouldn’t put it past her; she’s done it before. back when their relationship was newer; poppy used to refuse to go to these because she hates the sport of boxing but one day during a real big fight, she showed up.

kosuke was overjoyed, not because he won but because she was there. he slid between the ropes and hopped off the canvas, meeting her with a strong hug. only pulling away so he could kiss her until they couldn’t breathe.

they made love that night and it may have been one of the best moments of their relationship in kosuke’s opinion. it was slow and passionate. he took his time with her made sure every inch of her body was cared for and pleased. the look in his eyes was lethal.

but now.. they’re going through it.

poppy never shows up and it’s pointless to consider the possibility she might.

kosuke quit looking for her and instead met the acknowledging eyes of his brother— the person who’s there for him the most after every single match. he’s his right hand man and vice versa.

he gives him his water, mouthgard, his wet towel and ice, vaseline for cuts, he even wraps the athletic tape around his paws and tightens sukes gloves over them. and kosuke does the same thing for takashi when their places are swapped.

but even then, they have a bad relationship outside of matches and the boxing gym. at home, they barely talk and often times, takashi is quickly walking past kosukes door, careful not to look in and see something he’ll regret.

kosuke rarely ever closes his door— you’d think at that point he didn’t even have one. something about the apartment being under his name or whatever. still, that didn’t magically mean he can give himself the title of being the king of their apartment, letting anyone who walks by see the woman he had bent over and half sliding off his sheets while he took her from behind.

takashi normally wears noise canceling headphones. especially because he’s part owl, which means his hearing is so good it’s more of a curse than a blessing, so headphones definitely help block out the constant noises he’s hearing.

he has them on almost virtually all the time. especially at home where he can truly be comfortable. his shaking stops and his heartbeat becomes regular again.

the only downside to wearing them though is whenever taka walks around thinking nobody’s home, he’ll accidently peer into his brothers room and see something he forever wishes he could unsee.

it’s even worse when suke catches him— thinking his brother is a peeping tom makes him disgusted and violent. he’s thrown countless items at taka that have shattered against the wall past his head, which were always followed by a shriek from the girl.

but takashi being a pervert could not be further from the truth. his brain and his body just didn’t work together that way— it was uncommon for takashi to feel arousal.

he sat up from his stool at the bar and headed towards the restrooms, weaving through the crowd of people partying. he caught the eyes of a few of his friends, poppy and evelyn who watched him curiously.

he mouthed “bathroom” and they nodded in acknowledgment. they may not know exactly what taka suffers from and what he goes through (because of kosuke leading them off the trail) but they know enough to be worried for him.

he may have passed out a couple times during previous hang outs for medical reasons— but embarrassment aside— he felt lucky to have such caring friends.

on his way to the restrooms down the back hall of the bar, takashi strolled slowly. the alcohol was affecting his better judgement, making him burst into the bathroom.

upon entering, he was shockingly met with a naked woman becoming beet red in the face, and kosuke over her with his belt and zipper undone. they were doing it right over the sink—

the audacity to not even use a stall.

what’s more is that kosuke didn’t even notice takashi. he noticed the face of the girl and tried to follow her gaze, only seeing the door swinging closed left behind by somebody.

“so what? someone saw us. no big deal.” he grunted, preoccupied with kissing her chest and returning to his pace of sliding in and out of her.

takashi stumbled out of the grimy hallway, his heart rate beginning to increase as he thought of all the ways kosuke would hurt him later for walking in on them.

it seemed like it should matter so little, like getting on a downward spiral was being dramatic. but one thought led to another and suddenly takashi’s anxiety was beginning to grow rapidly. his heart condition often blew symtoms out of proportion.

he thought of things related to kosuke, then slowly, unrelated to kosuke, wild and invasive thoughts that gradually stressed him out more and more.

come to think of it, takashi needed to pick up his meds around this time. he had just gotten a refill thanks to the recent win and his primary physician said it should be ready later.

it was a bit of a struggle to have kosuke pay for them. afterall, with hardly any insurance coverage they had to pay for his refills almost entirely out of pocket.

takashi fiddled with his paws as he asked him yesterday night. it wasn’t good timing for kosuke but it didn’t matter. he needed them and they both knew that.

kosuke had just had an argument with poppy over the phone when taka asked. at first he called her to let her know she left a bra at his house but it turns out it wasn’t hers. needless to say kosuke would say no to pretty much anything taka asked for in the moment— so it was miracle he got convinced.

on his way toward the exit, taka bumped into his friends again. this time patrick had joined them, vlogging as he did, and they were all immediately focused on stumbling takashi.

are you okay’s and what’s wrong takashi spewed out from their worried mouths.

taka looked up, meeting the bicolored eyes of poppy. she looked at him with concern and had her paw on his shoulder. without trying to, his eyes met her low cleavage red dress.

although he felt nothing, he admired the way she was so beautiful. of course she would be wearing something nice at kosukes party— despite the state of their relationship.

patrick also dressed nicely but it wasn’t unusual, his wardrobe was only prim and proper. and evelyn wore what she normally did and that made takashi feel better about wearing his baggy everyday clothes at this party as well.

not like he had any nicer ones besides one crisp suit. and that was reserved for important boxing conferences and very special occasions.

suddenly the doors opened and two new guests arrived, leaving takashi’s circle to dissipate. he was undecided if that was something to be grateful for or something to miss.

the guests were recognized as the ski instructor and his bulky friend who works at the rental place with him.

kenai and the other one. takashi didn’t know his name.

before leaving, taka watched as poppy practically jumped into the other husky’s embrace. it was oddly intense. kenai blushed and so did she, fixing her dress as they parted. the big one shook patrick’s hand and also smiled at him. they seemed so friendly all together..

takashi took this as a sign to leave. he didn’t want to get acquainted with kenai and the new guy.

meeting up with kenai multiple times this week was already bad enough for the brothers. not only did the guy admit he didn’t know how to ski just so he could “make their acquaintance” but he showed them up with his snowboarding. kosuke and takashi were good but they had no clue kenai was going to be so annoyingly incredible at it. he could be a professional as far as they could’ve guessed.

kosuke watched from afar, being unusually silent down the hill as his girlfriend became friendlier and friendlier with the instructor. they met up “secretly” for lunch once and coffee twice this week. both thinking they were being covert and sneaky when in reality, kosuke knew about it all.

it was a ticking time bomb.

poppy and kenai were compatible. much, much more compatible than kosuke and her ever were— by a long shot. kosuke was a puzzle piece from a different box, trying to fit himself into poppy’s picture when he so clearly wasn’t apart of it.

but he forced it so.

like an invasive species or disease, slowly hurting her more the longer he stayed. or better yet, he was a parasite.

he latched onto her all those years ago and has been taking advantage of her since.

though, kosuke wasn’t interested in just letting her go so easily now that kenai entered their atmosphere. he wasn’t about to let this new guy who looked to be her perfect match just waltz in and steal her away.

no, kosuke would keep her for as long as he wanted. ever since they’ve been meeting up with this instructor, he’s backed off just enough to let poppy think she can do as she pleases.

he’s ignored her, essentially. and she’s been fine with it up until the other night. wondering and confronting him for why her boyfriend isn’t there for her when she needs him to be.

he wanted to say something like “why don’t you ask your new boyfriend,” but instead, kosuke then simply gave her everything she desired overnight. kissing her, making love to her, being kind and caring, building her up. and the next morning, he broke things off.

it only made her more conflicted— just how he intended. it was all tricks, mind games, manipulation. he knew she would get bored of this new boy soon enough and come running back to him. the love that kosuke can show her was promising enough to go back.

and in the meanwhile, kosuke enjoyed some nice time fucking floozies one after another. perhaps it was because he truly wanted to or perhaps he did it to distract himself from the anxiety that began to eat away at him.

breaking up with poppy was complicated. contradictory.

*what if you’re making a big mistake?* replayed in his mind, causing much self doubt.

if he so desperately desired her it made no sense to leave her. because by the slim chance his tactic doesn’t work, they’re truly done. the new guy will sweep her off her feet before kosuke can even turn around and plead.

but he ignored the nagging fear. it will work, he’s convinced himself. she will come crying back.

and so, kosuke focused on the other women. poppy was out of sight and (mostly) out of mind.

kosuke got with any pretty canine girl. that was his type. it wasn’t always that way but ever since poppy, the other girls he’s had sex with always resemble her in one slight way or another. but he cared not to admit that.

poppy wasn’t an idiot. she knew of this little ritual he always did. she wasn’t going to overreact or be dramatic after this “break up”. the process was as normal as breathing at this point.

in fact it was good, it gave them the opportunity to have some time away. which they so desperately needed after getting to this boiling point weeks upon weeks now.

poppy enjoyed it by getting to know kenai, who was like a refreshing tall drink of water after years of drinking anything but.

she did want to see him more. possibly even kiss him. touch him.

but she decided it’s best to take things slow, after all, kenai was doing just that with her. rushing into things has never worked out for her so far.

she wouldn’t mess up something good so soon. not after feeling like it was her fault her and kosuke were such a mess.

to avoid thinking about it, poppy turned her attention to kenai, both of them silently gawking at how perfect they thought the other looked.

“i didn’t think you’d come,” she said, scratching her elbow. it was a nervous habit she did when she didn’t want to feel awkward.

“why wouldn’t i? you’re here.”

“oh you know,” poppy waved off. “it is for kosuke and whatnot. so i thought that might deter you.” she chuckled to make it seem more casual.

it wasn’t.

she worried for kenai. for kosuke. for their inevitable interaction.

the two of them being here was possibly worse than any boxing ring face off she would ever see.

“i mean.. you guys broke up right? water under the bridge.” kenai mentioned, walking poppy to the bar to get her a drink. the gentle touch he had on her lower back didn’t go unnoticed.

“yeah, i guess so.” she smiled, playing off the growing nervousness bubbling in her chest.

has no idea that she and kosuke had sex the night before the break up.

no idea how kosuke went down on her, making them impossibly close when poppy wrapped her legs around his head and groaned past the shoved panties in her mouth.

-

luckily, takashi’s pharmacy was just a block away from the bar. they were open until 11 tonight so taka had to walk quickly on the snowy sidewalk, making sure not to slip on the icy parts.

as he went, he looked down, analyzing each step he made. it was odd of him and onlookers might wonder what’s wrong with the guy.

though, it simply made sense to him.

if he stepped on a crack in the sidewalk, their mother misaki’s back would break— according to 13 year old kosuke.

taka recalled how they walked to school together every morning in japan. they just moved back recently and their house was not too far from the campus. each day kosuke took his little brother to elementary school and walked himself to his junior high, which was the building right next to it.

takashi had a hard time letting go of kosukes hand when they had to part, clinging to him like 3rd grade was prison.

it certainly didn’t help that takashi was challenged when it came to literacy skills. reading and writing wasn’t exactly his forte— even in both languages. but speaking was a different story.

when it came to relearning japanese, taka flourished. and he was great at math— two things kosuke didn’t get lucky with.

kosuke always just yanked his hand away and told taka to go in because the sooner he did, the sooner they would walk home at the end of the day.

after takashi would let go, suke would jog next door through long hallways and up the stairs to his 7th grade class, always late.

and from their classroom window during lunch, he’d see takashi at recess.

there were many times when he peered outside to see taka wandering around alone, getting a ball kicked to the face, or just sitting by himself on the ground, tracing shapes in the dirt with a twig.

kosuke moved his seat away from the window so he didn’t have to see that anymore. it made him crumble inside and the only way he knew how to deal with any type of sad emotion was to pretend it didn’t exist.

after school, they always had to stay for an hour extra because mom was obligated to come and pick them up. she did sometimes, maybe a few times a month.

but most days, she forgot or chose not to and the brothers would get tired of waiting. they would just walk home when staff wasn’t watching.

“step on a crack,” kosuke sang, hopping over each crack in the sidewalk. “break your momma’s back.”

he sang that for years out of habit, and it eventually became part of their routine. but little did kosuke know, his brother was always behind him stepping on every crack he passed.

it’s not that he truly wanted their moms back to break or anything but he did hold a certain level of hatred for her. it only festered more and more as they grew older.

little mutated takashi lived in his brothers shadow, who was clearly their mothers favorite solely based on genetics.

this mother-son resentment was mutual. it existed in every little aspect of their life. she’d roll her eyes at things he’s said, punish him for not doing anything, laugh at his stutter, and neglect any need he ever came to her with.

a lot of the time, kosuke would get more of something that was split between them. things ranged from food and drinks all the way to affection. but they both got very little.

takashi was forced to sit on the floor if they ever spent any “family” time together. those moments were few and far between, always weirdly accompanied by random men who each thought they were gonna be their new dad. they never lasted more than a few days with misaki.

food and clothes and basic hygiene products were a limited resource at home. it got so bad that kosuke and takashi would walk to the store themselves as they got a bit older and slyly take things off the shelves when nobody was looking.

takashi had… stickier fingers than kosuke but kosukes greed started getting a bit out of hand. he kept handing things to his brother nonchalantly, knowing takashi would expertly tuck it away.

one time they got caught and takashi remembers kosuke mumbling something along the lines of since when did ukai install cameras, that old fuck. aparently they were right above them the week before and the next time they came in, the old man who owned the store had printed out their pictures and put them on the “banned” corkboard.

oftentimes takashi would also need medical attention and misaki would just not bother. it clearly didn’t matter more to her than being out of the house doing god knows what.

still, to this day, takashi is kept out of the loop about what exactly their mother is up to— although it’s not hard to guess. she’s in one way or another affiliated with sex work and substances, things among that nature.

she gets herself into trouble more often than not. which mainly explains why the brothers are the way they are: delinquents.

as takashi made his way back to the bar with his meds in hand, he’s stepping on cracks he sees in the sidewalk through the melting snow.

spring is coming.

by this time next month, most of it will be gone and the tiny bright green spurts of grass will start to peek up through the ground.

the boys will start to get hotter. getting trims to their fur to keep their temperatures under control.

it reminded taka of the time spring came one year— the first year— taunting him with the heat as he went through the most wretched time of his life.

“how did this even break?” taka mumbled to himself as he stood on the top of a ladder in him and suke’s first apartment. the ceilings were high because they (kosuke mainly) thought it was a good idea to spend a ton on a place they couldn’t afford for very long.

he paid the deposit easily but by three months in, they were already up to their scruffs in overdue bills.

and to make matters worse, the apartment wasn’t all that nice. it was a shabby little place with thin walls and cheap appliances. everything constantly broke, including this AC unit that takashi was attempting to fix.

the yukon to them was comfortable in the winter months, especially for kosuke. it’s one of the reasons he forced taka back here.

but spring had arrived and it was unpromising. the warmth stayed in their thick fur, making it nearly impossible to stay cool.

it was their first year here as functioning adults, yet they knew nothing. in fact, it was a wonder that takashi was surviving.

his brows were furrowed and he chewed on the screwdriver he held in his mouth, checking the inside of the unit. there was a switch. heat and air conditioning.

“it’s just that simple?” he said through clenched teeth over the screwdriver, flicking the switch to AC, and rescrewing the cover back on.

once at the bottom of the ladder, takashi was about to pat himself on the back for how easy of a fix that was as he turned it on again. it made a grinding sound for a little and then stopped.

“fuck,” he sighed, tossing the tool onto the floor and not even bothering to take down the ladder. it wasn’t theirs anyhow, it belonged to their neighbor. taka didn’t ask, he just took it from the alley and was gonna put it back as soon as he could, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment.

the heat in the apartment became unbearable, causing takashi to take his shirt and pants off, making the place messier with even more dirty clothes thrown around.

he was overstimulated, pacing and trying to calm himself. it wasn’t helping that he was coming down from a major high he experienced last week

the mystery pill he took given by some lion he recently met had him glued to his messy bed for a whole night and a whole day. mouth hung open and pupils bigger than they’ve been in a long time. possibly the only good thing that came from the experience was takashi’s ability to jerk off and actually cum. that wasn’t a regular occurrence.

in fact, it was so rare that taka took the opportunity to crank his cock as much as he could, just to make it worth the time. he started off slow, savoring how good it felt to touch himself after not caring for masturbation weeks or even months at a time.

he gripped it and tugged up and down, not even thinking about anything specific— he was just in the moment.

a handful of tissues later, his cock was soft, twitching, and sensitive, the slightest touch would make him shiver. slipping on a pair of underwear and pajama pants make him double over back onto his mattress and shudder.

but was that such a bad thing? not at all.

come midday, taka felt almost completely normal again, apart from the twinge of artery pain that always lingered. he stared up at the cracked white ceiling and took in the silence of their place. not a thing whistled in the wind.

with normalcy came realizing he hasn’t seen kosuke.. in days.

at first it was quiet and peaceful. he may have thought about how grateful he was to not be bothered while he trip-sat himself. but now that he’s back to feeling real, he feels alone.

he feels panic.

takashi attempted to call his brother; it went straight to voicemail. he called again, then again, then about 3 more times before giving up.

sent at 3:40 pm: where u at

sent at 6:19pm: will you come home soon

sent at 6:20pm: bro where the fuck even are you

sent at 10:47pm: suke where did you go

sent at 12:24am: u ok?

sent at 3:03am: i need help

sent a 3:04am: call me back

suddenly takashi sat up in bed. the glow of his phone on his face was “kosu-kun” calling. his profile picture taken just months ago was a candid image of him with a pink party city wig on. it’s so visibly obvious he was caught off guard, but they shared laughs with the wigs.

it represents the seldom moments where the boys aren’t always at each others throats.

takashi answered, sliding the green button to the right.

“hello?”

“taka. what’s wrong.” kosuke said, his emotion unreadable and dull. but he wouldn’t have called if he truly didn’t care.

“n-nothing— where the fuck are you?”

“why’d you text me if there was nothing wrong, you’re wasting my ti-“

“wait!” takashi said before suke could hang up. “just please, tell me what’s going on. you haven’t been home in like.. shit,” taka rubbed his aching eyes. a migraine was coming. “three, four days.”

“uh,” kosuke grumbled, taka could practically see him scrubbing his face like he always does. even thousands of miles apart they were mirroring each other. “mom got into some trouble. she needed help.”

takashi was silent. milions of questions ran through his head but he asked only one after the long pause.

“…are you back in tokyo?”

“..yeah.”

that was enough for takashi to hang up.

it’s been a rough year of living in the yukon again. but back home in japan, where takashi could never go back, everything was the way he wanted. he so desperately missed it there and it was out of the question.

he had a real friend but not only that, a crush. he had his health mostly under control by the time they left. he had a growing career in boxing (give or take his lack of passion for it). he even had an opportunity to go to college.

but suke blew it for him, for both of them.

and now he’s back and taka was beyond envious.

beyond confused.

the whole reason they left was because their mom overdosed. she was no longer their problem after adulthood, suke decided, so he packed up everything (including taka) and dipped back to their hometown in the yukon.

so for him to just go back at the drop of a hat was beyond takashi.

later, he learned it was because she needed money and offered kosuke a place to stay while he made extra cash winning illegal fights.

four months later he got booted and came back home.

the guy walked through the doors of his apartment like nothing mattered. like he didn’t leave his only brother alone for months on end.

he sent money sometimes for rent and called once or twice to check up things. but it wasn’t with care or consideration.

takashi survived on pure willpower and spite. his health issues were at an all time high, he needed a hospital right away, the house was a mess. he was a mess.

but he still walked up to his brother and hugged him. he was tired. not sad at all nor happy. an emotionless tear rolled down his face and onto suke’s backpack.

“what are you doing?” kosuke pushed back, furrowing his brows and looking at taka with disdain. but he softened instantly.

takashi was much skinnier and his fur was unruly. it was clear how badly kosukes absence affected him. in that moment, he decided he wasn’t going to leave again like that ever again— no matter how much he acts like he doesn’t give a shit about him.

“i’m sorry.” he mumbled, tucking in the cross he wore into his shirt.

there were countless eviction notices they had to deal with, along with the process of finding a new place and getting takashi looking at least a little bit more on track.

not a lot of talking happened around the time kosuke came back. it was a really weird and silent era they never talk about.

-

“you should really hydrate!” patrick yelled in otis’ ear, his accent was thick and he held up a water bottle.

otis waved a huge paw around drunkenly, “i got this! im a master at beer pong.”

he tossed the ping pong ball across the table in the sloppiest way, his inebriation clearly affecting everything he did. they found it funny.

they as in patrick, poppy, and kenai.

none of them were nearly as drunk as him, laughing as they watched otis miss terribly. the ping pong ball bounced off the table but kenai skillfully caught it before it hit the ground.

he and poppy were on the same team, opposing their best friends who were paired together.

it was strangely intimate on both sides.

on the one hand poppy and kenai kept making each other smile. it was non stop jokes and pokes and perhaps some flirty touching here and there.

kenai was surprisingly good at beer pong even though he didn’t drink. he and poppy scored balls back constantly throughout their entire game and instead of both patrick and otis having to drink, otis took almost each one— sparing his teammate.

it was romantic in a way, but nobody wanted to say anything about it; otis was someone people always assumed was straight.

“i’ve never seen him like this,” kenai says lowly to poppy, both of them giggling.

“really? not ever? he’s your best friend!”

“i mean ive seen him drunk but not this drunk. and patrick here is the cherry on the top.”

poppy glanced at him— her and kenais proximity was way closer than she realized. she swore she could practically smell the shampoo he used on his fur. “what do you mean?”

“well, look at them. patrick is clearly making him feel great.”

poppy nods in agreement. “i guess you’re right. they compliment each other in a unique way.”

-

kosuke took his time with all the buttons on his black shirt. he left the top few undone and he zipped up his pants, redoing his belt and watching himself in the mirror as he did.

he was annoyed. previously startled but it masked into just agitation. the girl he had in here with her panties around her ankles turned out to be a total mess.

at least to kosuke.

he won’t take accountability for the way she stormed out and will instead most likely call her crazy.

mere minutes ago, kosuke had her on her knees.

the tile floors of the men’s public bar bathroom had to have been downright hazardous but he pushed her down anyway, holding her face gently as he slid his hard cock in her mouth.

it was going good, he was relishing in the feeling and her teeth, sharp as they were, were luckily not getting in the way at all.

she was skilled at this and kosuke found himself loving that, combing his paw over her soft head. he was enjoying himself.

so much so that he groaned.. something he shouldn’t have.

yeah good girl poppy under his breath whilst his eyes were shut. he was in his own world it seemed.

though, this was not private and the girl heard it, immediately pulling off. “excuse me? who the fuck is poppy?”

kosuke blinked open.

his first initial emotion was shame, of course. that was normal. anyone would feel embarrassed after something like that. but kosuke had a tendency to let a secondary emotion cloud over.

anger.

it was his response to any uncomfortable situation and he was uncomfortable a lot. all the time, almost. (aside from when he was with poppy.)

“why are you stopping,” he gritted through his teeth, grabbing a fistful of her fur and yanking her head back towards his groin.

“i don’t k-,” she pushed against his thighs as he slid his cock back in forcefully.

“yeah that’s fucking right— you don’t know, huh?” kosukes aggressive nature was threatening to her, volatile. her attitude worsened when he spat down on her face. “finish the job.”

that was it.

she had it with him.

the woman pushed herself away and collected her things, fixing her dress so her tits weren’t still hanging out.

“fuck you,” she said, quickly leaving so he didn’t lash out again. she may not have known him for very long but it wasn’t hard to understand he was dangerous.

she stormed out, heels angrily clacking against the floor of the hallway on her way to the exit. she muttered something about wolf stereotypes as if she wasn’t a canine herself, wiping her lips.

right as she was about to open the south exit door, someone came in and bumped into her rather harshly.

before he could apologize, the woman shoved him over. “ugh! out of my way, freak.”

she marched out, choosing to ignore to fact that the guy she just crashed into looked highly similar to the guy she fucked in the bathroom.

“s-sorry.” takashi still said, even after the door swung closed.

he pocketed his little orange pill bottle before walking in again, wiping his snowy feet on the doormat, not ready to rejoin the party but he convinced himself to anyway.

he found a good spot on a barstool that overlooked most of his friends. he watched evelyn for a moment.

she was on a drab rust colored couch explaining something to a man. takashi chuckled, she looked belligerent, clapping her paws in front of his face to make him understand something.

evenlyn likes starting debate arguments after trolling straight republican men. it was her thing.

he then looked over at patrick.

what was even happening over there..?

he was hanging by his arms from the huge polar bears bicep, swinging like a kid.

it was actually sort of refreshing to see patrick so playful and happy.

not that he isn’t happy, but a better word to describe patrick would be content. smirks weren’t smiles and the jokes he made and laughed at were usually always at someone else’s expense.

but here he was, having a ton of fun without making someone the butt of the joke. he even had his camera off and tucked away.

then taka looked at poppy. beautiful poppy.

she was laughing as well, getting noogied by the ski instructor. he heard them both say at the same time i love this song! when steal my sunshine came on in the background.

the more takashi watched them, the more he found comfort in their simple joys.

what was so wrong with this picture, he thought.

takashi could make his own assumptions about these two guys, detached from kosukes preconceived notions.

in the car or at home, they would sometimes chat about kenai. it came from a place of jealousy. kosuke brought him up when it wasn’t even close to their previous topic.

something about the guy being a cuck. and he was “so annoying” to kosuke.

and while takashi agreed in the moment..

he didn’t find himself having annoyance or hostility toward the guy.

in fact, he saw the way kenai lifted up poppy’s spirits— contrary to his brother who makes her feel smaller than a bug.

but it wasn’t so easy to just enjoy this.

poppy has something coming for her.

kenai has something coming for him.

they’re not going to get off scott-free, and takashi can only prepare for the worst.

he ordered a beer from the bartender and sat back. right as it came out and he took his first sip, he saw him.

kosuke was far. just coming out of the hallway a good distance from them. he hadn’t spotted them just yet.

taka seemed to watch in slow motion. how his brother noticed and approached the group getting closer and closer by the second.

there was energy beneath the outer surface of his body. it coursed through kosuke and was reflected in his eyes. his physique seemed to reflect how angry and strong he was becoming.

insanity, takashi thought.

kenai, unsuspecting, had his back turned, just having a good time with poppy.

oh fuck.

takashi clambered out of his seat, almost tripping, and bolted to poppy, grabbing her arm and pulling her away before anybody could process what was happening.

if he hadn’t, poppy would have gotten hurt from just being kenai and kosuke’s vacinity— because in a split second, kenai got a wooden chair to the back with enough force to knock him out.

it broke around him, wood pieces flying everywhere and people screaming brought takashi back to reality.

he let go of poppy who ripped herself out of taka’s grip. she was by kenai’s side in an instant, crouching on the ground to see if he was okay.

to avoid being involved in an all-out bar fight, taka went back to the bar counter, chugged his beer, and took his leave.

in the time he did so, chaos unfolded behind him. he heard poppy’s angry voice, voices of their friends getting on kosuke. he felt kosukes anger.

his rage.

more so because he knew his brother wasn’t getting what he wanted. this was a bad situation that he didn’t think through. he never thinks things through.

he was cornered and he couldn’t fight anybody in this circumstance. not with odds like this— not with poppy here, the one person he seems to care about, protecting the guy he wants to tear to shreds.

and so, takashi went home.

[lysenore]

Vasalla ✟ Aurora EP, 1998

scans by soulseek’s files

[benefits1986]

hirayamala_yari_ka

Films make at least two hours of your time an escape from reality. Or is it more than that, really?

Side Note agad: AI writing suggestions are really wonky a lot of times. Example: Using words like really, surely, definitely, and the like are distracting instead of driving home a stronger, more sentient point. Opak. Bakit ang aga nating gumising today? Kasi maaga akong nakatulog while rewatching NA Season 4 pa rin after a series of paganaps. Side Note 2: AI writing prompts and results are okay, but not okay, too. So, the bards of the real world have a lot of room to brainstorm and cut through the clutter in this dystopian era. Tiwala lungs because, the mutants are gonna be powered by the machine. Eto na tayo sa X-Men Season 1.0. CHOZ. Or baka delulu - solulu na naman me.

Watching films these days is usually spent with my dad. Films on Netflix, to be exact. This is legit first because my dad an I's algo are lifetimes apart. However, one way to let my dad express himself bilang 'di siya makwento is through the films (and shorts on FB) he watches. Kaya naman, kahit 'di sulit ang Netflix plan, hala, sige. Itawid natin 'yan sa ngalan ng less bugnot at more kwento at kuro-kuro, because, why not? I never ever imagined that this would come. Kami ng dad ko, nanood ng film together. Our vibes are not vibing at all. Example, siya tuwang-tuwa sa Walang Matigas na Tinapay sa Mainit na Kape. Girl, I KENNAT. Ugh. Bata pa ako nito, pero 'yung UGH ko, abot-kabilang street. 'Yung medyo nakakatawa naman pero 'yung tawa ko, pilit. Tapos, siya naman, when we watched Babe the Galant Pig saka Free Willy sa deluxe cinema sa suking Ever Gotesco or Alabang Town Center, aba, maka-engage wagas. Me to myself: Luh, enjoy na enjoy 'yan? Hahaha.

Dad shared that during college, his brother always gives him cinema passes. Ergo, eto ang pang-date niya kay mom at sa iba pang lowly life forms. Hahahaha. Looking back, cinema has been his escape when life was tough for him as a bagong salta sa Maynila na sobrang tipid kasi salat ang budget para buhayin at pag-aralin silang 6 na mga anak ng ama at ina ko.

A few days back, Dad egged me about Malyariii (iniba spelling para walang visibility). I asked him if he thinks I would like it. He said that 50-50. I told him that I don't have time and patience. He asked me to find time and pake. LOL. And so, I nonchalantly searched for it during a non-downtime to keep my mind off some paganaps na weeweewee. It was around 8PM and he was about to sleep. Aba. Bumangon at tinabihan ako. LOKO. Anak, nood ulit ako. Alam mo naman tatay mo. Me: Haysssss. K. FINE.

And so, my verdict?

The storyline is good, but the panning out, the dollying, and the SFX are not giving Warner Bros. Sorry, bro. Dad even asked me, fake news ba raw 'yung Warner Bros. HAHAHHA. Sabi ko, baka kasi maraming fake news na parang totoo e.

Dad warned me na since matatakutin ako, baka raw 'di ko matapos. Well, nakakagulat 'yung ibang scenes pero in general, dragging tapos nakakatawa na siya. However, there's a part of me na baka sadya ito kasi it felt like a satire to me. Not literally ha. Not really. Syempre, tinignan natin ang writer. May pop cult reference na pak like FashionPulis x Father na Marites ng Bayan. But, 'yung tuhog, uhmmmm na uhmmm. Pero, again... ang mismong pagkatay ng script for mainstream like MMFFFFF films ay nakasandal sa isang room na puno ng mga tao na not sure if bakit naqualify 'yung iba na magpakawala ng opinyon sa bagay na out of touch naman sila. IYKYK. This story deserves another post. Sana 'di ko malimutan.

'Wag nating sisihin agad ang prod team lalo ang scriptwriter. Periodtzzz. PERO, for purposes of discussion, ang script kasi talaga ang nagdadala for me. 'Yung shots, aayon 'yan sa screenplay. Ganun talaga. GIGO. Kaya naman, I judge films based on scripts pero syempre, DOP ang next in line diyan. DOP na 'di out of touch, paki usap muli. Paalam. Next. Next is 'yung director na dapat ay shoot to edit ng pakak. 'Di 'yung pa-deep pero naman, kalat ng concept. Again, ako lang 'to a from the vantage point of an outsider, an outcast. HAHAHAHAHA. Ang pinaka mayora ng bawat pelikula, ang mga producers. HAHAHAHA. Ayoko na lang mag-talk muna because, sa susunod ko na 'to kakatayin.

'Yung subtext naman ng film na 'to, tawid. It's giving gets ko pero ano raw? kinda vibes at times. The redundancies, the crazy timelines, the debate kung when ba nagkaroon ng film, atbp e nakaka-uhm. Napatunayan din ni Papa Peeeee na kahit panget make up saka mga balbas niyang akala mo dinikit ng Elmer's Glue ng Prep kiddo, gwapo siya talaga with his textured skin and ocean eyes. Plus, oks naman siya umarte sa Pinas levels. Nakulangan lang ako kasi nung nag-transform siya from aswang to human, bakit walang butt exposure? Bakit hindi napunit ang kanyang denim jeans? WHY?

Etong film na 'to leads back to Sakada. So, ano na Philippine Cinema? Ano naaaaa??? Power struggle na naman pero gusto ko 'yung contrast ng aswang saka ng katolisismo attempt to colonize the mentalities of the ph. It's giving that shiny chapel in Tacloban na may mansion sa loob na hindi na-loot nung Yolanda... pakaaakkkk. Search mo na lang JICYMI.

What I like about this is 'yung power struggle mas evident na 'pag bulok ang sistema, 'pag may kanser ang Bapor Tabo, walang mayaman at walang mahirap. OPAK. May character arc development na ako after 38 years. HAHAHA. 'Di na tayo agit sa mga out of touch, kasi narealize ko, baka tingin din nga mga elitista sa mga lowly life forms e out of touch din kami. HAHAHAHAHHAHA. OPAK. Perspective lang talaga 'yan, pero naman. This is another story to tell. Biktima ang lahat ng nilalang sa bulok at naagnas na estado ng lipunan. 'Di lang naman sa Pinas, pero kasi, mas challenging lang din sa Pinas dahil sa fake resiliency and dahil isa tayo sa highly vulnerable when it comes to disasters talaga both manmade (world wars), and natural (Ring of Fire country? PRESENT PO!).

Tawang-tawa ako sa sisiw. It's giving online savong a bong ang a boogsh. Pero gets ko rin naman siya. The aswang, the beast is not the enemy. Ang kalaban ay ang kadelulu-han to the solulu-han e. How far will you go for the one you love? Is true love obsessive? Is true love letting go? EME. Is true love unrequited? Is true love truly a two-way street? EMERUTTT.

Mejj nakarelate ako sa part na how far will you go ba nga to spend more time with the person you love most? For me, mom ko. And watching this film, masasabi kong tinawid ko sa abot ng kaya ko and while may mga kaguluhan, nag-let go naman ako nung sinabi ng mom ko, enough is enough is enough after two years ng matindihang alignment and negotiation. Never easy, pero, looking back, kahit beast mode ako, nung sinabi niya, finish na, wala e. Your body, your rules talaga ako. Saka for me lang a... 'pag kasi 'yung mismong may katawan na 'yung ayaw na sa earth, makikita mo talaga 'yan. Ganyan nangyari sa mom ko. 'Di siya drastic change because the steroids are popping talaga hanggang sa dulo ng mundo, but, iba. As in. The dead weight? Sobrang graphic niya for me kasi mom ko, in general, oks na patient. Cooperative. Collaborative. 'Di siya super kaduper difficult. Pala-desisyon lang talaga. In general a. Hahaha.

If meron akong takeaway, eto 'yun. Ang ganda ng sunglasses nung girlyyy sa dulo. Very Boy George but make it Gentle Monster Girly-ish. LELS. Kidding aside, dapat talaga, 'pag bad genes ka saka 'yung legacy kuno ng pamilya mo e shrouded ng mga shitshows, tigil mo na, please. HAHAHAHA. Do a favor to the world. Stop it. Stop na.

Medyo nastress tatay ko na naman sa realization ko na 'yan. Grabe naman daw ako. Pero, napa-sabagay naman din siya. Actually, puwede naman kasing mag-aso e. Mas praktikal pa.

Speaking of legacy, what the fuck is legacy? HAHAHAHA. Big word lang 'yan na pinaka delulu sa lahat. Legacy ng ano? Legacy para kanino? Example: Legacy ba 'yung Royal Family na puro shitshows dressed to the nines using taxpayer's hard-earned money? Legacy ba 'yung ipapasa mo sa anak mo na dynasty involves making highways like the one from BGC to Kapits na hahahaha. Ayoko na lang talagang mag-talk because... tacca. Legacy ba 'yung marami pa rin namang loyal sa'yo pero naman, rigging the results to make a fake vox populi is just sooooo lame, bro. I-solventttt mo yan. Ay, solgennnn pala. Sorry... not sorry. Legacy ba 'yung yaman na family business na mula sa pakikipagtuos sa mga EJJJJKKK na sabihin na nating may maganda namang nadulot for a time sa druggggtradeeee pero naman? Legacy ba 'yung patuloy mong nakikitang dumarami mga zero ng bank account mo pero galing naman 'yung seed money ng angkan mo sa pagbagsak ng malala ng ekonomiya back when usong-uso ang leotards, high socks at tanga (hindi tanga ha as bobo a)? Ako lang 'yan a. Ako lang. LOL. Siguro kasi wala namang legacy din pamilya ko, and I don't give a shit about it kasi nga, mas okay ang takbo 'pag okay lang naman sa'yo ang Delimundoooo pero 'yung mga ginagawa mong tulong sa sarili mo at sa circle at strangers na nakaka-meet mo e may epekto kahit paano. All you need is a tiny spark, ika nga. All you need is something that would make a tiny difference in the lives of the people you come across with, lagi-lagi. Lagi-lagi. Lagi-lagi. PS: Tatay kong magaling sabi anong Harry Potter Lego daw gusto ko. Sabi ko naman limited drop 'yung so 'wag na siyang mag-abala. Tanong daw niya si BigBoiC. Aba, level up na siya kay sanchopaps. Kauring-kauri niyang halimaw sa ka-elan. Hahahaha. LUL. Or punta raw kami sa Limited Etd pero may ceiling 'yung kicks na kukunin ko 'di umano. Sabi ko, 'di ubra ang ceiling niya. Pang-hampy levels. Tinanong din ako kung gusto ko raw ba mag-Ulthera ng chin ko kasi lagi ko na lang pinapansin kahit oks naman daw. Sabi ko, 'wag siyang ano kasi 'yung funds niya e, sapat lang. 'Wag ko raw siya sinusubukan. Ayaw daw niya akong bilhan ng gift na 'di aligned kasi sayang lang naman daw 'yung effort niya. Sabi ko, bilhan na lang nya ako ng Kleensoft Kitchen Towel Interfolded for 1 year. Or puwede rin namang Raon Trip tapos bisita kami down memory lane sa MLQU at FEATI side. Then last stop is Binondo. Bike and lakad. Hahahaha.

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could you tell these two came from kyoryuger's designer?

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just remembered m*kokuu exists and erm ummmm uhhh

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