#alliana i love you

[mylifecrumbs]

I want to see you grow

[ratedfleur]

we need a backstory kung paano nagkakilala si pogi and ganda! I'm so curious about their backstory since ganda is a filo and pogi's chinese, I really want to see how their story started. they're such a lovely couple hehehe

you can make this a fic if u want, no pressure at all! ^^

since medyo time consuming if i write it pa since alam kong mapapahaba lang siya, storytime ahead! daldal huhu dami ideas eh

they met in their college years, aly was initially from feu but she shifted to UP since she aced the UPCAT. hao on the otherhand was a UP kid since grade school so laking UP siya that’s why he knows all the pasikot sikot sa university.

and as a student council member, that’s how hao met ganda 🤭 sure, ganda knew who he was but then she didn’t pay attention to him as a studies first gal. hao on the other hand was the same as she was, he knew her but ignored the fact that he always looked for her or looked forward to seeing her.

a year and a half into being a iska, ganda became THAT girl .. people from different universities loved seeing her in the uaap, like she was basketbolista hao’s alliana dolina ni cj cansino (but as friends of course)

but somehow, students always seemed to ship ganda and ganda only to hao and vice versa. their energies and vibes as co-partners in the student council had people swooning over them, always freaking out when the two are simply standing close.

and because of them being co-partners sa council, day by day, night by night, lagi nang magkasama yung dalawa because of their council duties aaaand the rest is history. 🤷🏻‍♀️

with their bloodlines naman, hao is half chinese half pinoy whilst ganda is full pinay. his family was not entirely against hao and al but all it takes is a little warming up for them to accept her!

[britts-galaxy-brain]

Do you mind explaining the problem behind the whole "Alliana loves anal" thing?

Tbh I don't think I'm qualified to weigh in on that since I'm not very educated about that subject.

@transmothgirl , you feel like explaining?

[renon4224]

FIND THE WORD WIP TAG GAME

Rules:

Tag a couple people, give them some words, and have them find everywhere that word appears in their WIP(s)

Thanks @fakegingerrights for the tag!

They gave me: Blood, Hold, and Sigh.

WIP 1: Love Letters

However, we do request a sure sign that your daughter has not been corrupted by her father, King Consort Azazel’s blood, if you cannot provide us with said proof, then we will cut ties with Fairbeach and all of its territories.

As you required, my daughter will be given to Bahamut’s priestesses and be held in meditation in his temple, she will not be seen until her eighteenth birthday, on which we will be holding a ball if you wish to see for yourself the purity of my daughter you will come to the ball and see that no evil has ever touched her heart or blood.

Good tidings to you and your, I am so sorry to see that you still hold my mother in a negative light for freeing our kind from the unfair oppression against them.

Egarron has chosen Alliana but would my aunt and uncle hold Grandmother’s beliefs higher than Mother's?

WIP 2: Fire On Fire

I could feel the blood, a metallic taste in my mouth, but he was right.

I could feel the blood rush, and I was swaying.

“Akemi.” Kioko wasn’t looking at me or Katsuki, she was looking at the ground, trying to hold back tears, “Please.”

“Just hold on, give her some bread to try and help with that, Katsuki should be home soon.”

“Hold on a second,” I put my hand to cover the mic on my phone and turned to Bakugou, “Hey, I’m gonna change real quick, don’t…..think I vanished or anything, kay?” I didn’t wait for a response, choosing to just go to Kemi’s room where I already had a change of clothes.

“So…Zez is gonna stay with us?” Kioko had finally met up with us, “Hold on Mom,” She faced us, “Ooh, is this your girlfriend? Cute, Mom wants me to tell you that I’m walking alone today,” She turned to Uraraka, “Have fun with your boy-toy.” She left, continuing her conversation with Mom.

WIP 8: Maybe In Another Life

“No, you won’t. You need fresh meat, a new body in your bed every night, someone who isn’t looking for long-term or connection or something real.” I sigh and my voice quivers, “ You haven’t wanted me for days, I’m left wondering if you even care while you’re off getting kinky with high schoolers!”

WIP 9: Angel Wings

Everyone took a step back, Bakugou had punched Mineta, not all that hard, but…he hit him, he leaned down to Mineta, “If you ever claim that what you try isn’t creepy again, I will make sure blood spills.”

Everyone let out a chuckle, I felt the blood rise to my cheeks, that was what she remembered?

“Did I do this?” I touched Bakugou’s arm, it had dried blood covering his forearm.

Second, there was a part of him-- And I didn’t know how potent that part might be -- that thirsted for my blood. (THIS IS NOT MY LINE, IT WAS AN EXCERPT FROM TWILIGHT)

I could feel the blood rising to my cheeks, when he’s around it feels like it’s just the two of us, “I don’t know how to te-”

"I-I don't really know, but your hands are warm, it makes me feel better." I felt the blood rush to my face, she…used my hands as stress relief?

 It surprised me how small she was, just looking at her you would think she would be fine, but she was raised on barely anything, I’m surprised she can even hold herself up…

“I can’t hold her back much longer, everyone evacuate.”

“Hold on, what were you gonna say?" He was looking at me, hoping I would say something? "Akari?"

“You did just tell her to widen her friend circle, so it could be confusing to have you…..around as much as you have been,” A sigh, “If she is worth your time, she’ll come to her senses, you letting her have alone time could guide her to more friends.”

WIP 10: A Look At My Past

I hope I get a say, I know I’m only 13 but, that is MY blood cousin, NO ONE gets to take him away from his mom without facts.

WIP 12: Darkness

Blood, Dream, Time, Guide, Thought, Nature, or Technology.

WIP 17: Blood Is Fun

“Sure, she just sent her guard dog to threaten me into not spilling her secret.” If I had a mirror I would’ve drawn blood and gore on my face instead.

 I heard a sigh and she rolled over, “How much did you hear?”

WIP 18: Fallen

Roya was right in front of me, on the ground, blood seeping out from where she fell, her beautiful eyes were covered with black soot, she was coughing up smoke.

I was walking towards the center of town, limping and covered in blood, sweat, and tears.

Hold on, why is MY room the only thing that didn’t go up in smoke?

WIP 19: Snow Queen

“ So tell me  how am I supposed to come into the world without being tormented or laughed at?” he said with a sigh.

"I can’t do things as I used to when I was young.” he said with a sigh.

WIP 25

“Are you calling me one of those demonic bloodsuckers?” I scoffed, “It might be a bit of blood I couldn’t quite scrape away.” 

WIP 26: Spies Can't Fall In Love

After she was gone they decided that in order to make the new prototype better, it needed parents, real blood and a body.

They asked WISE for the top agent, Twilight and then they found the Thorn Princess, and blackmailed her into giving the blood.

 Just a replaceable agent, WISE forced Twilight to go away so he'd never know that the 'little drops of blood' turned into a real person.

She made his blood boil, so much grossness wrapped in a carelessly perfect shell.

"So…you're the reason WISE took my blood?" Twilight never thought that his blood would be used to make an enhanced human, or that she would be the girl he had cared for.

"A bruise that covers the break, disguising it as a smaller wound." I sighed, this man was the father I never knew, "A wound that could grow fatal." I whispered the last part, I wanted him to accept me as blood, if not at least a friend.

"I made friends with him in two weeks, and Anya couldn't play nice for ten years." I was arguing why I should matter to him, he was my blood, and I did his daughter's job in a fraction of the time.

Another god awful day without the politician's spilt blood.

WIP 27

 They took my blood every day, and they would not let me leave the hospital.

WIP 28: Midnight

Mates have become rare, and one of the only tribes to still believe in mates, is the Blood Moon Pack.

I've been waiting for us to visit the Blood Moon pack for almost a year now.

When I arrived at the clearing, Deirdre's body was ravaged, her once pure white hair, soaked in blood.

Tears poured down my face, mixing with the blood of my children.

I awoke to the faces of my Father and our Luna, Ninurta, the smell of blood suffocating.

No one looked at me, they just looked at the lump of blood and gore next to me, the scent matched Azrail's.

She pulled me up to sitting and sat next to me, a slight glare in her eyes, she forced her lips on me and pushed me down, shock and panic coursed through me when I heard a pained snarl from the Blood Moon pack house.

The Luna of the Blood Moon pack wrapped Keahi in a hunting cloak, the color of dirt with fresh bloodstains.

"They are here," The girl straightened to her full height, her scent pure revulsion, "The Blood Moon pack puts the mate bond far above that of a little fling."

I pinned her against a tree, "I am the next Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, I do not tend to the scratches of an unmated Alpha."

When we got to the Blood Moon clearing, Balthazar and Keahi were already there.

I sigh and tell them the truth, Shane laughs and Gavin told me to just ask questions, not listen to rumors. 

WIP 30: I'm Fine

He coughed, and blood came up. "Not a runt, half-blood." He rolled onto his knees and swayed, no one tried to catch him.

WIP 35: Heaven and Hell

“I didn't, I just wanted to talk to my….friend.” I hold Issac closer.

I sigh, “Call me Raza.” Might as well go all out, right?

WIP 37: Please, Not Again

Tears stained my cheeks, mixing with blood and dripping until they hit the ground.

WIP 38

I could feel the blood, a metallic taste in my mouth, but he was right. I could beat them, with one blast.

WIP 40: When Stars Fall

“No, come on, let’s wash the blood off your hands.” He doesn’t wait for an answer before dragging me to the bathroom.

He waits outside while I wash my hands, so much blood, it’s everywhere, on my hands, on my clothes, I can’t see past all the blood.

“Okay, okay, hold your horses, I’m coming!” One of the nurses opened the door, and I ran.

 I walk the crowded halls and hold my head high, I can do this, I am NOT insane, I just need something to shut off the voices, like sleep, wait, no that makes it worse, I don’t want to do drugs or alcohol, but, no I will NOT give in.

I pull her into my arms and hold her there, she’s not alone, she doesn’t need to push me away.

WIP 41

“I am needed. And when the baby is born, I will come back, we will raise him or her. Together.” I hold his hands and try to comfort him.

“The main thing we hold against the goblins is what?” Noa asked, leaving the question open for us to answer.

FINALLY DONE. Thank you for the hard work @fakegingerrights

I'm tagging @conquerius37

Your words are: Bend, And, Jack

[cnedevega]

Learn About Me By Getting To Know Some Of My Favorite YouTubers.

com·fort /ˈkəmfərt/

a state of physical ease and freedom from pain or constraint.

These people are the reason why I started vlogging. For the same reason that I take photos and keep gifts from folks I care about, I also make videos so that I may look back on those times and experience the same feelings of nostalgia and embarrassment that I had when they happened.

Whenever I need to give myself a break. When I feel like everything is too much and I can't handle what's going on in the real world. When I feel like life isn't going the way I want it to. When I need to feel better, I look up their names on YouTube and watch their videos.

Bestdressed

My girl Ashley quit uploading videos but I still watch her vlogs because I literally adore her content, what she talks about and how she feels she's really successful now even though she stopped vlogging. I initially knew her from a clothes to wear video.

Dustin Vuong

Love the vibe of his vlogs and him of course dustin and linh gives me the same vibe probably because they're friends this is the first video of him that I got to watch I was so obsessed with this song before and his voice soothes me that's why I immediately subscribed no regrets because his videos are top tier.

Ciara Gan

Just like the first 2 YouTuber Ciara gan is also artistic, ball of sunshine and smart I found her when I like to watch college decision videos then I saw her vlog on how she passed cets then after that I forgot about her but I also found her again due to this video about following Rapunzel's daily routine and that's where I start to love her even more.

Notangel

A queen! I love how she see things how she thinks and her contents makes me want to do a film reaction video her podcast are great too this is the video where I found her because at that time I like to watch videos about forcing a glow up.

Nisa Nuggets

HER HUMOR IS IMMACULATE! She's giving a huge Pamela Swing vibes this video this is where everything started her family and friends are awesome she's also one of the biggest reason why I continued vlogging.

Love Marie Escudero

I don't relate that much on her vlog but as a girl who grew up watching barbie and wants to dress myself up her vlogs are the best way to fulfill my childhood dreams I also like her videos with her husband their mind is just awesome I get to learn a lot of new things because of them.

Mimiyuuuh

The og the one and only dalagang Pilipina! Super duper loves her! Whenever I watch mimiyuuuh's new videos I feel like i'm just talking to my friend like i'm on a video call with them and we are catching up.

Oliver Austria

As a little teenage girl with a big dream! his videos are the best it gave me more reason to pursue my dream to become a professional architect.

Ashley Garcia

Along with jeorella, that'sbella, alliana dolina, rei germar, julianna g and kaila dy their vlogs are the best I would like to be part of their circle my favorite women love their styles and editing skills are the best they deserve everything that they have right now.

Ella's Pov

Of course! Me! vlogging is like a diary. Think about Peter Parker and his video diary or the Kardashians. It's great to reminisce with videos, not just the memory in your mind. I would willingly sacrifice my phone storage just for these videos.

It's great to have an outlet whenever everything doesn't feel right. It's great to have something that you can do to make yourself feel better . I hope that these vloggers can also make you feel better as much as they do for me.

Life is tough but we are tougher. Give yourself what it is asking for, get some rest, eat foods you like, watch that tv show, go out with friends, do some self care, check out that item on your cart, read that book, and whatsoever. Do things that will make yourself happy.

Take your time, don't rush yourself. A message from me to you. (Can also be from my past self to my future self) When things get tough just watch their videos then right after that you can think of a solution.

Here is a short video of how my November went exclusively just for you! Let's all have fun and take back the things that the pandemic took away from us. Create memories and choices that your future self will thank you.

[try-flying]

Writing Prompt: I refuse to be one of your regrets.

This is based off a story line I began with a friend years ago, so there is more to the story and to each character, but the prompt hit too close to home for where we were at with both of them. Yes - story was fantasy based, too, so world full of demons other creatures that go bump in the night.

Ridiculous. That’s what this whole situation was: ridiculous. The door slammed shut, alerting everyone in the house that something wasn’t quite right. She was upset. Miserable, angry and upset. Who was he to tell her that it would be too dangerous for her to be with him? Alliana knew he was just trying to protect her, but she wasn’t a scared little girl anymore. She could make her own decisions. The more her mind replayed his words through her head, the louder the growls resonated from her throat.

‘We can’t be together. I love you…but that love is putting you in danger and I won’t allow that.’

‘Alli, no. Just please, leave. Go on your adventure without me. It’s better this way.’

A snarl ripped its way from her mouth as she destroyed anything she could get her hands on. Finally she made her way to the daggers strapped around her waist that were hidden beneath her shirt. The leather belt snapped from her waist and flew across the room towards the opposite wall. The sound of the daggers implanting themselves into the drywall made her stop in her rampage. All of her rage now spent, sadness and heartbreak began to settle in. Suddenly she stopped, her breaths coming in sharp inhales and exhales as tears formed in her eyes. Alliana refused to blink, not wanting the tears to fall. She could feel her heart breaking and questioned herself. Why did she ever think coming back would be easy, or that it was even a good idea from the start? She loved her mother of course, but she never really got to know her since her father kept her locked away. The tears fell more as she reflected on all of the times she was denied what she truly wanted. Memories whirled, making her feel sick as she realized just how much happiness she had been denied in her short life.

Slowly her eyes made their way to the daggers still implanted into the wall across from her. He had given her those before she left the first time…for her to have something to remember him by. She took a deep breath and finally got up from her place on the floor. Determination set in as she quickly left her room and went back outside where he was. She paused, watching as he stood unmoved with his back to her and his eyes on the moon. Alliana could sense the storm raging inside him, and was even more determined to set things right. She marched barefoot across the grass to stand in front of him. He stared back into her bloodshot eyes and tear stained face, waiting for her to yell at him and hit him.

Alliana stared into his eyes while tenderly grabbing the sides of his face. “Ishunaru…I refuse to be one of your regrets.” Nothing startled him more than when she pulled him into a kiss that would change their relationship forever.

[vinylhazza]

I don’t know if this is something you would want to write for? but what about gray meeting your niece for the first time?

do you know how honestly excited he would be? 

maybe your sister is a single mother and you go over every weekend to have a sleepover with the little one just to give her a break and mommy time so she can unwind from a long workweek both at home and at the firm. you know she needs it more than anyone with the hellion that your niece is. you know where she get’s it but you wouldn’t dare say that to your sister. 

these sleepovers usually consist of you dragging all the blankets (fuzzy, knitted, sheets, comforters, quilts, etc.) in the house to the tiny living room, making a fort with the three dining room table chairs and the couch, collecting all the fruit snacks, popcorn, kapri-suns and m&ms you can find in a ten mile radius, and watching every disney movie you can before little two year old Alliana falls asleep. most of the time she falls asleep within the second half of the third movie but sometimes the little trooper fights her way to a fourth. you play with her head of curly hair when she truly can’t be bothered to shut her eyes and that usually does the trick (something that’s worked since birth).

it’s been your routine since she blessed your formerly dull world. boy did she have a character from the very start (similar to yours which your sister complains about daily) and you honestly could say you have never loved a tiny human more. she was your little bundle of joy, a happy surprise that shocked both you and your sister after her split from her ex. He was a good guy for the most part, or so you thought: kept his mouth closed when he should, talked politely to your mother, put on the perfect “boyfriend” role. played the game exactly how he wanted to get what he wanted before he left and took everything he could and more. it was only until your sister butt- dialed you in the middle of a heated argument that went to far that you realized the happy go lucky couple posted all over facebook was anything but happy. a lie within lies, a brave face for an ugly truth. she had always been stronger than anyone gave her credit for. 

only a few weeks later and you were sitting on her bed waiting for her to emerge from the bathroom with those plastic sticks that would tell her whether she would soon become a mother. a single mother no doubt, considering her fuck-head of an ex made it clear in the conversation you’d unwillingly listened to that he was cheating on her with the floozy little waitress he’d met at a bar with the boys. he wasn’t fit to be a father nor did he want to be. he announced he would be leaving, and since that day, neither of you had seen him since. he didn’t just leave his girl  behind, he left his child. 

you’d never forgive him for what he did to your sister, but what you would do is be the best most loyal sister and aunt you could be. you’ve made good on your word too, helped whenever you could, treated Alli like your own. you didn’t ask for anything in return, only more time. there was simply never enough time. especially with both of your parents gone, grandparents out of the picture, you knew loss all too well. you refused to let your niece or your sister suffer anymore than they have. 

which is why telling grayson of your annual sleepover was such a big deal, a big enough deal that you couldn’t and wouldn’t cancel. 

“i know you probably don’t want to be babysitting,” you’d start to apologize immediately after remembering it was in fact Wednesday. your sleepover night of every week and you’d already decided on Aladdin for the movie. 

“i don’t think you realize how much i love kids, i told you it’s fine.” his honesty was endearing to say the least, even if you still felt a twinge of guilt beneath the surface, “in fact it’s more than fine. you never shut up about this little girl and i have been waiting for the time i finally get to meet her.” 

“i know i’m just-” you huff through your nose “i’ve never done this before.”

none of your boyfriends had ever met alliana. it was an unspoken rule you’d made for yourself that not one romantic interest was to meet alli until you deemed them worthy. you’re not sure at what point you made the mental decision that grayson was worthy of meeting the ray of sunshine that was your niece, but you found yourself tidying up the house before you could even stop to think of what it could mean for your future as well as hers. you were such a large part of her life and you didn’t want to let her down. she meant to much and so did grayson. 

in a matter of months grayson had taken your heart captive in the purest way. he knew you had your mind set on things bigger than the juvenile goals of an average 20 year old. he knew you’d packaged up all the qualities you’d deemed unworthy to a romantic partner and hid them away until you couldn’t help but let them slip away one by one. he’d fallen hard for you, and you were more than willing to reciprocate those feelings. feelings you weren’t too familiar with, but welcomed nonetheless. 

candle lit dinners, baths, and picnics in the park. movies with no sound, lipstick stains, hickeys impossible to cover. the feeling of his hands slipping over your skin, his lips eager for a kiss of any kind, the king encouraging words he’d give you any time he’d see your scowl you wore when you got anxious. all things that made you fall in love with grayson dolan. it was in many ways unconventional and unexpected, but you’d never want it any other way. 

which is why you nodded when he squeezed lovingly at your should, “breathe baby. this is a good thing remember? you’ll see. she’ll love me.” he smirked at that, confident in his skills with children. 

[sweetcircuits]

👀

End of the year WIP meme: from the “Galactic Smash” chapter of MBK. I really wanted Amber to have a bottomless bag, a “bag of holding” as it’s called in dnd, it’s such a fun trope and I thought it would be very helpful for her to have! However, even though I really love how this interaction with Alliana ended up, I think I’m going to have to move Amber getting the special bag to earlier in the story. A lot of the actual conversation is definitely going to be worked into the chapter when I edit it, though.

(also it got really long so I’m putting most of it under a cut)

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“Hey, Alliana?”              

The tall girl turned around from the craft she was tuning up. “Oh. Hi, Amber.”      

Amber shifted from foot to foot, her entire body tingling with nerves. She hated admitting she’d been wrong. But she’d been mean to Alliana, dismissive of her plight, and dare she say it, downright jealous of her. And she was owed an apology for those things. “Alliana… I just…” she took a deep breath, “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for being so awful to you. You didn’t… didn’t deserve to be treated the way I treated you, and I was… I was wrong for that.” She looked up at her through her lashes. “I was… kind of rude to you, I think, and I was definitely jealous.” That part hurt, because she wanted to think she was above such pettiness as jealousy. But she had been. Alliana was taller, more skilled in battle, and Chiro had listened to her before listening to his sister, and that had hurt her—but Alliana didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of her misplaced anger. “I’m sorry.”

Alliana sighed and leaned back against her craft, folding her arms. “I knew, you know. I knew you were jealous of me. I didn’t want to worry about it, though, because the only thing that mattered was defeating the Commodore. Getting back for what he did to my people. But honestly, I didn’t understand why you were so harsh. Weren’t… weren’t we on the same team? To defeat the same enemy?”

“Okay, well, since we’re being honest…” And Amber winced again, because this truth was the one that she was the most ashamed of. “…I thought you were just crazy. There was absolutely no way that anything you told us was true. Powerful beings destroying entire planets? Solar systems? Inhabited worlds? I couldn’t believe it. That was the line I drew in the sand for myself… that I couldn’t make myself believe that there were people like that in the galaxy.” She sighed, ground the toe of her shoe into the floor, and looked up at the young woman again. “If you were me, and I told you what you told us, would you believe me?”

“It does sound rather insane, doesn’t it?” Alliana said, the corner of her mouth turning up just a fraction.

“So I’m sorry for that, too.” Amber let out another heavy sigh. “Of course when you and I got captured and taken to the Commodore, and I saw him for the slimeball he really was… I realized that I was wrong.” She let out a little chuckle. “I don’t know how much Chiro’s told you about the quest the Hyperforce is on… but we’ve been in space for months, tracking down this insane evil - a gigantic worm born of the deepest of dark magics. The Dark Ones. After a lot of work, we did end up defeating it, thanks to Chiro’s skill and Antauri’s quick thinking.”

“I have heard tell of the Dark Ones,” Alliana mused. “The antithesis of everything good in the galaxy. Spawns of darkness, of evils as ancient as time itself. I didn’t want to believe they were real.”

“I guess, in a way, we both have issues suspending our disbelief,” Amber said, cracking a smile.

Alliana returned the smile. “Truce, then?”

“I’d go as far as friendship, if you’re willing.”

“You did save my life, Amber,” Alliana said, “and your team did fight by my side. I owe both you and the Hyperforce a debt.”

Amber put her hand on her chest. “Allies, then. In the fight against the evils of the galaxy.”

Alliana turned away from her for a moment and rustled around in the cockpit. “I had it… I snagged it from… hah!” She pulled something free and turned around with it in her hand. Amber tilted her head. It was a light brown cloth bag with intricate purple and blue embroidery on all the seams and a huge sapphire embedded into the clasp. “Here. I stole this from the Commodore. Consider my debt to you paid.” She tossed it over and Amber caught it.

It was as light as a feather, despite the obviously high-quality material. Amber ran her fingers over the embroidery and the thread seemed to tingle under her fingers. “Alliana, this is so nice of you. Thank you.” There was something odd about it, though, and it wasn’t just the embroidery. There was magic woven deep into the fibers of the bag. “What’s it for?”

Alliana grinned, the widest smile Amber had yet seen. “It’s an inventory bag. Magic. It holds 99 of any and every item you wish to carry.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

Amber looked down at the bag in her hands. Inventory bag. 99 of anything she wanted to carry. Any amount of items she wanted. Like in her video games. Well, Alliana had stolen it from the Commodore. It made… a very twisted kind of sense that he would have something like this. “Alliana… this is worth a fortune. More than a fortune. I… I don’t know if there’s even a number high enough to put a price on this.”

“And it’s yours. Use it to help your team. I was gonna keep it but you’ll get more use out of it than me.”

[tribupagamlig]

WORDS. THOUGHTS. ASPIRATIONS.

We truly have a lot to say about many things. Perhaps we would go on websites like Reddit or Pinterest and share our thoughts, opinions, or love (or hate, whichever) about a certain topic. We may even clash with other factions on what our ideals are, or which facts are actually true. Nonetheless, we in Tribu Pag-amlig have all gathered together because of a common interest: CWTS.

So, what exactly do we have to say about CWTS? Obviously there were reasons as to why we chose this path among others. Let us take a look at some of the thoughts of our members, after the page break.

“A STEP OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE”

"Community work (socializing) has never been my fortè. As an introvert who prefers to savor solitude, it is a big step out of my comfort zone. Although I have a drive for change for the people, I am used to do stuff behind close doors, in anonymity, or under an organization of some sort. This kind of work challenges me personally even though we still haven't formally initiated with our chosen community yet. I see working for our advocacies as something that needs personal adjustments. In addition, I would like to see myself and my fellow members under Tribu Pag-amlig working harmoniously despite our hectic schedule." -Merl Antoinette Sumbiling, Bachelor of Arts in Literature

“WILLINGNESS AND COOPERATION”

"Together with the barangay's willingness and cooperation, I expect and I hope that our proposed advocacies will be a successful one." -Riza Guyapale, Bachelor of Science in Fisheries

“THE OTHER SIDE OF ILOILO”

"Through CWTS I have been introduced to the other side of Iloilo. That despite the modernity of the city, the grandest facade of numerous churches, and the name it’s known internationally, there is still the side of the indigent. The reality of the marginalized amidst the new and modern structures" -Eddrielle Marie Fenis, Bachelor of Science in Biology

“REALISTIC”

"I expected that we are equipped and prepared to be realistic about our own capabilities especially that we are the one who established or appointed ourselves on a certain position. I also expected that we can ensure to work with our objective with the maximum learning and experience we had. Lastly, for the success of the event, even though situations may get tough we are still resilient and optimistic to do our responsibility not only for the sake of this subject or for our benefit but also for the community." -Earl Lloyd Asong, Bachelor of Science in Chemical Engineering

”SUCCESS IS TOUGH, BUT...”

"The road towards success is tough but with continued faith, trust, and courage, the journey will be easy." -Glenn Cymark Elizada, Bachelor of Arts in Political Science

“PASSION”

"Unlike the past experiences of other CWTS groups, we are very passionate in making this project happen and it makes us happy to see how attentive and welcoming our chosen barangay is." -Leonard Ian Billones,  Bachelor of Arts in Communication and Media Studies

”REALIZATIONS”

"There would be realizations on how blessed you are that you have spares to help other people even in simplest terms." Alliana Alawi, Bachelor of Science in Fisheries

“TO WILLINGLY GET OUT OF BED EARLY”

“It is not just a school project, but it is passion. It is that type of community conscience, a sense of social responsibility that entails one to willingly get out of bed early and work on something new. It is a responsibility that one carries up high without complaining, and comes with challenges that one faces with a smile.” - Marie Julienne Lindsey Cruz, Bachelor of Science in Management

“BELIEVE”

"If you are passionate enough, believe hard that you can make things happen. Being with the most dedicated group of people, I am very much grateful that the goals our tribe envisions for the community become reachable. To be honest, being a part of this immersion and making small efforts to create ripples made me understand the very essence of compassion. After  seeing the realities of life, may we be able to continue giving our all and doing what we can possibly do for the community in the margins." -Therese Jayme, Bachelor of Arts in Literature

“SERVING”

"CWTS, an NSTP component makes us realize that it is not about fulfilling our academic requirements but serving while we are still students, usually for the community welfare which we all belong in." -Zyd Juluis Somes, Bachelor of Arts in Communication and Media Studies

SO......

What does this all mean? Truly, we all have something to say, but what do we all have as a consensus? It is the spirit of service, and the dedication and passion to work as a team with a goal: to become agents of the Filipino people.

Now, that’s community service.

[maryenette-writes]

Hello friend writer! Hope you don't mind. I'm gonna ask a ship and let out my oc. So uh; [Thanks if you do this] "Hello, my name is Nora Alliana Star, an eleven year old girl. I have 'emerald' green eyes and black hair, in a slightly messy ponytail. I am 5'6" and 'perfectly fine' in physical state. I like reading, music [doesn't sing], drawing, and I most certainly love animals! I have either a dark or dirty sense of humor... At night I am a 'hero' who goes by the name 'Obsidian Star'."

Unfortunately ships are closed :(

[phgq]

Teacher ‘Santa’ brings cheer to Nueva Ecija kids

#PHnews: Teacher ‘Santa’ brings cheer to Nueva Ecija kids

GAPAN CITY, Nueva Ecija – Bringing joy to others can still be done this yuletide season despite the movement restrictions due to coronavirus disease 2019 (Covid-19).

An elementary teacher in this city proved this, not thinking twice about sharing her blessings and putting a smile into children’s faces.

Dressed up as Santa Claus with a face mask and face shield, Roselle del Rosario Mananggit, a Grade 2 teacher of Mangino Elementary School here, made house-to-house visits to her pupils and brought them some goodies as early Christmas treat.

Since there are no face-to-face classes due to the Covid-19 crisis, Mananggit decided to personally hand over her Christmas gifts as rewards to her pupils “for being diligent in doing their learning modules and at the same time, to let them feel the spirit of Christmas despite the pandemic.”

Mananggit has been giving small presents to her pupils during Christmas season for the past several years.

But this was the first time that she wore a Santa Claus costume to let her pupils feel the spirit of Christmas. Children are not allowed to go out of their homes during the community quarantine to stem the spread of Covid-19.

Gapan City is currently under a modified general community quarantine status.

“Gusto kong ma-feel ng mga bata ang spirit ng Pasko (I want the children to feel the spirit of Christmas) even in a simple way,” Mananggit said in an interview.

Citing a quote of the late British actress Audrey Hepburn, she said “the most important thing is to enjoy your life, to be happy. It's all that matters.” Mananggit said sharing her blessings to others brings her happiness.

“Wish ko po yun nung birthday ko. Thank God at natupad (It was my wish on my birthday. Thank God and it was fulfilled), said the teacher, who celebrated her 48th birthday last Nov. 4.

She thanked her husband and son, who are both teachers like her, as well as her relatives, co-teachers and friends for the support given to her in fulfilling her charitable acts.

Some of Mananggit's pupils and their families have taken their appreciation of the treats they received to social media and posted about her deeds tagging her as “Teacher Santa of Gapan City.”

Pinky Aguilar Policarpio of Barangay San Lorenzo, this city said “a good example of strong and good teacher with a heart. Pandemic Christmas house to house. Proud of you Ma’am Roselle.”

“Ang aga mamigay ng pamasko ni Santa. Thank you so much po ma'am Roselle del Rosario Mananggit naa-appreciate po namin lahat ng effort na ginagawa nyo para sa mga bata (Santa gave his Christmas presents early. Thank you so much Ma’am Roselle del Rosario Mananggit. We appreciate all the efforts you have been doing to the children,” said Ivanna Faith Villar Juanta, mother of one of the pupils.

Even her former students felt proud and inspired by Mananggit's gift-giving especially during this time of a pandemic.

“Wow naman, Ma’am. Nakaka proud po, sana tularan po kayo ng iba. Kaya favorite teacher ko kayo noon hanggang ngayon. At nakaka-proud po kasi isa ako sa mga batang naturuan ninyo noon at nakita ang kabaitan and kabusilakan ng inyong puso (Wow, ma’am. I feel so proud and I hope others will emulate you. You are my favorite teacher before and until now. I feel so proud because I was one of children you taught before and I saw your kindness and the purity of your heart),” Kathleen Salaysay said.

“Wala na akong masasabi kay Ma’am Roselle. Kungdi isa po syang mabait, mapagmahal, maalalahanin and responsible. Lagi po syang nandyan para suportahan ang lahat ng mag-aaral. Higit sa lahat hindi po sya nakakalimot, kahit po kami ay magkalayo at kahit siya'y maraming ginagawa hindi pa rin niya nakakalimutan ang mga estudyante niya (I have nothing more to say to Ma’am Roselle except that she is kind, loving, thoughtful, and responsible. She is always there to support her students. Most of all, she does not forget, even if we are far apart and even though she is busy, she never forgets her students),” Alliana Khate Constantino Catacutan, also a former student of Mananggit who is now a Grade 7 pupil at the Sta. Cruz National High School.

Mananggit has been known to be generous and supportive to her pupils not only during Christmas time.

Catacutan disclosed that her former teacher brought her a cake during her last birthday.

“Isa siyang huwarang guro. Katulad na lamang nung kaarawan ko dinalhan niya po ako ng rainbow cake. Na-appreciate ko po ang lahat ng ginagawa ni ma'am Roselle. Siya ang the best na teacher para sa akin. We love you po ma’am. Miss you po (She is a model teacher. Like on my birthday, she brought me a rainbow cake. Ma’am Roselle, I appreciate all of what you have been doing. For me, she is the best teacher. We love you, ma’am. We miss you),” she said.

Beauty salon owner Irene Reyes said Mananggit had even sponsored the hair rebond treatment of some of her students.

“Ang turing nya sa mga estudyante ay parang mga anak. Noon walang pandemic, dinadala niya dito sa parlor yung mga estudyante niya at pinapa-rebond treatment niya bilang reward dun sa mga deserving ones (She treats her students like her children. Before the pandemic, she brought here for free hair rebond treatment those deserving ones as their reward),” Reyes said.

It was also learned that when the lockdown was imposed due to Covid-19, the teacher distributed milk for babies in this city.

For Mananggit, teaching is not her only passion but also sharing her blessings with others. (PNA)

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References:

* Philippine News Agency. "Teacher ‘Santa’ brings cheer to Nueva Ecija kids." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1123939 (accessed December 07, 2020 at 01:51AM UTC+14).

* Philippine News Agency. "Teacher ‘Santa’ brings cheer to Nueva Ecija kids." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1123939 (archived).

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[silassedgewick]

Drabbles, I

I. Fate Her hands fussed along the strange feeling of the newly shorn lengths of her hair, a phantom itch crawling along her scalp, her neck. Alliana didn’t dare look in the reflections of windows as she passed, the haphazard array of cobbled together ships and architecture that made up the Arch easy to let herself get lost in. She was afraid, perhaps, of seeing what this new strange creature she had become actually looked like, with its boyish hair--now dark, offsetting the ambered brown of its gaze and pale skin. Too pale, she thought, to pass as some young boy used to working Gendarran Fields. Yet--when she descended to the docks and the salty breeze ruffled through that strange hair--the loose clothes hanging from her shoulders, it carried with it a notion of fate

II. Yesterday Yesterday the letter had come for her, sitting untouched at the small table she kept near the window. The black waxed seal was pristine and unchipped, as though it had been handled with a special sense of care in its delivery, the ribbon attached to it like a sneering tongue, waiting to be pulled. Her name--her true name--was delicately written in a slanted, aged hand. Silas found herself staring at it there in the light cast in from the day, taking in the detail in such a manner that she felt she could hear the memory of the way the nib had scratched along the parchment. She didn’t have to open it. She already knew what it would say.

III. Promises

There was a weight at her back, something wet starting to line the space between. Around them metal--sparks of electrical ruin, the low groan of shifting shears threatening to collapse and become their tomb.

Breath came against her ear, the words rasped as Silas struggled, gaze blurring as she blinked back the tears that welled there. The captain's face broke in a frenzied snarl, exerting the remaining bit of her strength to try and pull away, to shut out what was being said. Stop, her mind pleaded. Stop! I don't want your fucking empty promises, Tamathy--!! The arm wound around her laxed its hold. That breath stilled, spent.

IV. Smile

His smile was like the sun. It was warm, something you wanted to bask in, and felt blessed somehow when it was you who had caused it. The way it crinkled the corners of his eyes--those eyes that sparked with a sudden sly knowing--brought a sort of boyish air to him, shedding away years of salty air and sun. She had loved that smile. The days that stretched when she had come to accept that it was gone were much dimmer, Silas found, until it rose again for her in a new face. So very suddenly. Then, she was afraid.

V. Chance

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VI. Not Kidding

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VII. A Dark Cloud In Front Of The Moon

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VIII. Iridescent

Silas stared up at the iridescent halo surrounding the moon, her breaths coming in tiny clouds against the chill. Behind her, the crew and Priory members that had led the excavation were busy trying to tack down their findings, get them under cover. "Snow's coming," a voice sounded to her left, causing a slight cant of the woman's head. Tam was laughing to himself, gloved hands rubbing together. "What makes you say that?" her suspicion lined the peak of a brow as it rose, such met with a crooked grin as he lined up against her side and gestured to the rainbowed display. "That, Si," he murmured, formality dropping in the intimacy of their proximity, "s'a moonbow. Tells you if rain or snow's coming. Judging by how fuckin' numb my hands are? Wager snow."

[hook-and-chains]

I will forever and ever enjoy our interactions together and your portrayal dear Supia. Your Thresh is always so amazing to read in threads and Rora will continue to love her big murder husbando.

1-800-how’s my portrayal? | Accepting

Aaaaaaa!~ You know I adore Aurora too, and also Alliana for my Mordekaiser, but I’m super happy whenever we do get to interact and have our characters interact! He’ll always be a big murder husbando for Rora and forever will be! I am always happy to see you here and always blessed to RP with you~ I just want these 4 to interact so much more (including Lantern LOL).

@fire-dancer-aurora

[mistakesofalliana-blog]

My name is Alliana and most people pronounce it wrong the first time they say it.

But he didn’t. He uttered my name like it was a prayer that he had spoken many times before.

One of his favorite things was bowling. I on the other hand hated it.

The loud crashing of the balls hitting the ground oddly reminded me of his hands hitting my dry wall. Over and over again.

You see… no one ever told me that actual love could hurt. No one told me that my Prince Charming’s fists would be covered in my blood. And how his hands would wrap around my neck but not in a hug.

He might have known my name but he will not know my daughters.

[goodandbadhearts]

Alliana has an anon mask on her face at the moment. "You... you smell!" She almost immediately took the mask off and hugged him. "Fuck, I can't be mean to you, you've made me soft with your love.~"

He gently pats Alli as he silently cries with his head ontop of hurts. “Honey you’re too kind to me..” Those anons not so much.

@smol-elemental-alli