#Uhaw (Tayong Lahat)

[everytechever]

Dilaw’s “Uhaw (Tayong Lahat)” breaks record on Spotify Philippines

Literally Uhaw (Tayong Lahat). #Dilaw #UhawTayongLahat #Spotify #ViralHits #Top50PH #TatakPinoy #Tiktok #EveryTechEver

Dilaw, a Baguio-based indie-alternative band, has set a new Spotify record for the Philippines’ most streamed local song in 24 hours. The group’s melodic single “Uhaw (Tayong Lahat)” surpassed BLACKPINK’s “Shut Down” and Joji’s “Glimpse of Us” in the Philippines within a day, gaining global traction in Indonesia, the United States, and Australia. The band consists of six members, led by their…

[ibunyang]

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[mouquoise]

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Playlist of songs I listened to while drawing this:

Uhaw (Tayong Lahat) - Dilaw

Parang Magic - TONEEJAY

Old Love - yuji

Rainbow - REYNE

Sino - Unique Salonga

[sojuyae]

uhaw (tayong lahat)

summary: (And if his fingers graze at his lips in the quiet of the night as it twitches from the memory of today, then there’s no need for you to know.)

chuuya nakahara / reader

notes: suggestive themes, fluff, late ‘finally-free-from-the-uterus’ day gift for my chuuya, this fic was supposed 2 be yandere sob sob, not proofread

"Close your eyes, let me take care of it.” Chuuya huffs, his brows furrowed as sweat races on the side of his face. 

His fingers hold your jaw, thumb gently brushing over your cheekbone leaving a trail of warmth in their wake, seeping through his leather-clad hand. You feel an unwavering focus on your face as he traces its lovely shape, drinking in your appearance and committing it to his memory. 

He looks divine this way, you think. With the way the sunlight is seeping through the curtains, shining upon the once unseen dusts and veiling his form as though he descended from the heavens himself.

“Don’t move.“ he says, his hand abandons your jaw, now resting at the juncture that connects your shoulder and neck. His grip doesn’t loosen — rather, it tightens further. The mafioso then pushes you swiftly to the soft cushion of his swivel chair, the cotton upholstery tickling your skin as he leans closer to you, his form blocking the sunlight. 

So much for your birthday. 

His breath hits your face and —

“Chuuya...“ Your voice breaks the silence. His stomach easily filling with flutters as an outcome of the velvety and sweet sonant that leaves your tongue. 

"[Name]," He replies, and you're uncertain if it's truly your name; he draws on each vowel with a degree of familiarity and reverie that you wonder if he had mistakenly uttered a divine being's epithet rather than yours.

(He whispers your name late into the night like a prayer, every syllable that comes out of his lips keeping him grounded when his hair sticks to his forehead from sweat and his stained hand trembles upon the duvets.)

“Chuuya,“ You repeat, this time however, its hinted with a tone of seriousness. A fissure that pierces him out of his stupor.

“You don’t know how to put on a lipstick, do you?“ Chuuya’s face falls comically at the jab, face reddening as his hand that had been holding the cylinder tube freezes in the air — and you’re right, the lovely tubed pigment is still retracted.

“Did I not tell you to close your eyes?“ He grunts, before twisting the decorated bottom of the cosmetic, a soft ‘click’ reverberating in the silence of the room. A delicate and sweet scent permeating the stagnant air.

Smiling to himself as you let out a grunt before closing your eyes shut, curved lashes pressing against your skin. His hand returns to your cheek, the soft pads of his gloves pressing tenderly on the side of your face. Only now does he understand the time and patience women take when applying cosmetic to their faces. His eyes narrow when his hand abnormally starts to quiver as the colorette nears your lips. God, is it supposed to be this nerve-wracking? He can clearly hear his own heartbeat thumping against chest.

He gulps hard, watching as the tint melts on your lips, feeling the softness of them through the tubed pigment, letting out a shaky exhale. (He’s full aware that his own lips can’t pigment like one, and only now does he weigh the cons of buying a lipstick for your birthday — it’ll have more privilege in touching and feeling you than he ever will!) 

The lipstick he bought for your birthday slides effortlessly as he applies the exquisite color of coral, making sure to get every nook and cranny, watching as it flows similarly to that of a paint. Breath being stolen away from him as he worked, the supple of your mouth blooming with every swipe of his fingers, a rosy color shading them bewitchingly. He daubed them gently, his gaze following each stroke with unrelenting concentration.

You soon feel his warmth leave you as does the tubed cosmetic, the sunlight regaining it’s place in the room through the curtains as he leans back. You are to pull back your eyelids — when an all too familiar leather glove cups the top of your face, covering your field of sight.

It happens so fast, it is one of those days when Chuuya chooses his mind over matter — there is no line of thought that encompasses his head when he presses his lips against your tinted ones. The motion so tender and loving — a motion too human for him to act upon.

You can smell his perfume — a combination of vanilla, pine, and cinnamon components, the scent wafting in your head. The beat of his heart matching yours, a memory that won’t easily be forgotten.

He can feel the creamy texture of the lipstick, confident and sure that the matte finish of the cosmetic is now smeared and has unbalanced the subtle color of coral all over your lips. Chuuya makes an attempt to concentrate more on his most innocent fantasies, this kiss, is only the tip of the iceberg of his imagination. 

Suddenly, too sudden for your liking, he pulls away, warmth leaving you yet letting you regain your eyesight in the process. 

You stare at him, wide eyed and mouth agape as you watch him turn around, composing himself with his back facing the window as he coughs awkwardly in his fist.

“I-I, ahem, I had put too much lipstick on your bottom lip,“ He explains hastily, and had it not been you, his words would’ve come out as incomprehensible.

Finally, finally, his form faces you, yet his eyes avoid you actively —  darting back and forth at the floor and the earthly toned walls. ‘Has the floor ever been this shiny?’. God, he looks like a kid who got caught eating something they were forbidden to. “I wiped it away with my gloves, I hope you don’t mind.“ He says, and your eyes drift to his lips.

And you smile knowingly, eyeing an unnatural pigment in his lips.

Had he known more about cosmetic, particularly lipsticks, he would’ve known that there are transferable and non-transferable tints. 

And the lipstick he bought, belongs to the former.

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“I did not know you also liked to put on lipstick, Nakahara-senpai.“ Higuchi hums to herself absentmindedly. “Is it a new style?” Fixing herself tea. “What brand is it?“ She probes further, unaware of the redness on her superior’s face.

“Get to work!“

[h-doodles]

as per @isas-bathbombs tags on my personal meow meow post, i scoured my beloved tatak pinoy spotify album and am assigning a song per RO <3

Miranda - Pasilyo by Sunkissed Lola

Alcina - Dear by Ben&Ben

Donna - Di Na Mag-iisa by NOBITA

Angie - Ligaya by mrld

Bela - Come Inside Of My Heart by IV of Spades

Cassandra - Uhaw (Tayong Lahat) by Dilaw

Daniela - Fallen by Lola Amour

I LOVE songs and the very recent chill beats type of OPM has made me so <3 abt it like!!!! going so insane. they FIT so well in my opinion (which is so sexy and right fr <3)

n e gays. bringing u a very very exclusive list of songs i assigned each character regarding their feel for mc bc i can! :3 hope this helps <3

edit: now all in one spotify playlist!!!!

[deadeyesthickthighs]

i'm on an opm kick so here's a xyx-esque recommendation

[leonsfavgun]

thank you for the tag @perfectly-clear-from-here <33

rules: shuffle your “on repeat” playlist on spotify & post the first 10 songs and tag 10 people   

pasilyo - sunkissedlola

piledriver waltz - alex turner

mortal projections - djo

lovers rock - tv girl

stuck on the puzzle - alex turner

secret door - arctic monkeys

cult leader - cute whore

uhaw (tayong lahat) - dilaw

best friend - rex orange county

not the same anymore - the strokes

omg i really need more tlsp in my on repeat playlist </3

idk who to tag, everyone and their mums have already done it 😭 @kvidos @doyoubum @steinwayandhissons @almluv @/anyone who wants to do this !

[eruhatesu]

since utahime's ct is finally revealed, i can say this song (uhaw) is so gjhm coded!

Bakit uhaw sa'yong sayaw? Bakit ikaw?

'Di bibitaw, sa'yong sa'yo, laging ikaw

Ako'y giniginaw, halika rito

Dito ka lang sa tabi ko

Mananatiling uhaw, uhaw, uhaw

English lyric translation

HELLO??!! Omg. There was also an HC going around twt that maybe way before as a student, Gojo may have seen utahime practicing her ritual and it might have a started somethingg for him. I just love it. This song going on on his head fr should be sweet

Also anon, I shared this to the filo gojohimes and they said this is now on the song prompt lista for the filo gojohime week ! Hehehehehe congrats :3

[wanderinsleeep]

☁️ | Engineer x Medtech Series

— Nagi and Isagi's journey from childhood to adulthood, growing together… or apart.

pairing : nagi seishiro x isagi yoichi

language: filipino

tag/s : childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst with a happy ending

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🖇️ two peas in a pod

🖇️ uhaw, tayong lahat

🖇️ pasilyo: ikaw at ikaw

— mk.

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[khent-andrew]

Dilaw - Uhaw (Tayong Lahat) Official Music and Lyric Video

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uhaw (tayong lahat) by dilaw

REAL YEARNING

[halovianed]

youve never known love if youve never heard this song

[akocomyk]

One Last Night

2023’s 11th Most Memorable Moment

Someone I met last year asked me if I knew the song “Uhaw” by Dilaw. I wasn’t familiar with the song title, so I looked it up on Spotify and streamed it. Upon hearing the first few notes, I knew that I’ve already heard it many times before. And when the chorus played, I was immediately swallowed by a surge of sadness.

That song was playing during the last time my ex and I spent time together back in May 5 and 6.

Even though it wasn’t the most spectacular thing we did as a couple, I’ve always considered firsts and lasts to be very memorable—hence, this memory is no excuse.

Rekindling those moments in my head filled me with bittersweet nostalgia. It made me miss him more and miss the fun we had together.

And no relationship is perfect. During this time, we were already trying to heal from our setbacks, and were trying to salvage what we had.

But... yeah. It is what it is.

Remember this blog I posted a few months back? It was this. To this day, it’s still a picture I wish my memory could never forget.

[lilayu]

OPM really hits different idcjsjrj