#and then there is filipino . so i have a test then. and i have a hw/video (isn't hard anyway but i'll do it asap) due like... 11:59 pm yes!

[anyonghalimaw]

i rlly do not think white global northerners understand how fucking bad the anti sinovac psyop was in context of the philippines and other targeted countries being from the global south, with a history of economic and military intervention and destabilization by the usa specifically.

i live in the philippines and sinovac was the only available vaccine for MONTHS of the pandemic. people were fucking dying and we had no pfizer, no j&j, no astrazeneca, no moderna. sinovac was the ONLY vaccine supply we had. and the supply wasnt even enough for even my small city. we do not have the infrastructure to manufacture our own vaccines and tests. we were entirely reliant on imports from other countries who Did have the capacity to manufacture such things

i got up early for several days straight to go to a pop up walk in vaccination site (were talking there by 7:30am) set up in a fucking public basketball court because it was the only way to get vaccinated, and 3 times i had to go back empty handed so to speak after exposing myself to this massive opportunity for transmission because they fucking ran out of shots and prioritized the elderly and disabled and i didnt have my legal pwd (person with disability) card yet. i had to go to a different barangay (local unit of government) to get my shot MONTHS LATER and only got mine because one of my family was in the local govt and reserved some shots for us.

many filipinos use facebook which is where some of the psyop was conducted because you can use it for free on your phone and it is often where news is disseminated. i know we have that joke about People Believing Anything They See On Facebook but i cannot stress enough that people here get local news from fb the same way you (used to) get news from twitter about shit like localized emergencies and whatnot.

because we are third world, you know that the state of our education system is nothing compared to the states. media and news literacy here is dangerously low and the population is sensitive to mis/disinformation, as can be seen during the 2022 presidential elections where the usa Also interfered lol. i cannot stress enough how much of the population was susceptible to this psyop, especially those in poverty who couldnt afford proper education. hell, even educated people fell for this shit. do you think jhunjhun who didnt finish grade 6 would be able to identify disguised foreign intervention that was in his own language?

we were already recovering from public scrutiny of a different vaccine, a dengue vaccine, which lowered public trust in inoculation. and then the usa goes and does THIS??? i cannot emphasize enough that they are directly responsible for the tens and thousands of unvaccinated covid deaths. they are responsible for my friends having to bury their unvaxxed parents and grandparents at the age of 19. they are responsible for mass death and disability.

but were just a country in the periphery. so who cares about us? our lives are worthless to the usa, which is why they admitted that they did this when they would otherwise "never" to their own population. third worlders arent real people to your government. we are merely statistics and a petri dish for experimentation. so who cares if we die? the real important thing isnt our lives, its that the usa has more control over us than china.

[astrxealis]

noo i didn’t realize i forgot to remove that from that reblog GHJBJAHGE

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storiesforpeanut [ lando norris ]

[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡�� 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — bf!lando norris x pregnant gf!reader . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °.   *

[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — soon-to-be-parents, fluff, mentions pregnancy, no specific timetable . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °.   *

࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ this is inspired by a filipino actor, ryan agoncillo’s instagram hashtag, #storiesforlucho ! something about dad!lando makes me feel so soft >_< i’ll post this first before posting the written version of fine line (bc i am in a deep pit of writer’s block) anyway, enjoy <3

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

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storiesforpeanut the day mum and dad went to the hospital to make sure if the tests were true, if you were true. and you were. mum and dad are both confused, scared, but are confident that they could take care of another human being. peanut, the moment we saw this sonogram, our hearts were filled with joy.

this is the day dad called you ‘peanut’ because look at how little you were, my peanut. dad even convinced mum to name you peanut, but mum shut that idea right away. our little peanut, this account is dedicated to you, so you can look at our memories as a family.

peanut, mum and dad loves you so much. you may have changed the trajectory of our lives, but we are still grateful enough to have you in our life. we love you, peanut.

love, dad.

storiesforpeanut

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storiesforpeanut you were getting bigger day by day, peanut. bigger and stronger that mum was starting to show. mum never left my side, never missed a weekend supporting whatever it is dad was doing. she started wearing bigger clothes to avoid people seeing. not that she was embarrassed, but because mum was afraid that something would happen at the early stage of your growth.

mum did not believe in superstitions during pregnancy, but when you were growing inside of mum, she didn’t want to jinx anything that might harm you, peanut. avoiding the public eye was hard, but heck, your mum did such a good job doing so.

we love you, peanut. and we will protect you from any harm. we will protect you for the rest of our lives.

love, dad.

storiesforpeanut

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storiesforpeanut our first day back in abu dhabi after a year. mum got ready for our friday schedules and we arrived earlier. people were shocked to see her, after hiding her bump with oversized clothes for at least two months while accompanying dad. people took photos of mum and dad, people started congratulating the both of us.

we hid you for a little while, peanut. that’s because of dad’s work where almost everyone in the world is staring at us and that scared mum and dad. that someone might mob the both of us and could cause you and mum harm.

negativity aside, peanut, your aunts and uncles were excited when they saw mum. everyone, including dad’s big boss had a huge grin on their faces. everyone was happy to meet you, peanut. even though it will still be a few months until we meet you personally.

we love you, peanut. we can’t wait to meet you here.

love, dad.

storiesforpeanut

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storiesforpeanut mum and had has two moods: beach mood and winter mood. this is taken after our weekend in abu dhabi. we stayed for a few more days, exploring the beach and enjoying the sun before going to a cold place to spend some time with dad’s friends (and ski! which mum can’t do as of the moment, don’t want to harm you, peanut).

you won’t believe it, peanut. mum threw a snowball on dad's head, her revenge because i insisted we call you peanut.

mum enjoys the sun and winter, peanut. those are her favourite season. dad, however, loves all seasons as long as he gets to spend it with mum and you, as well, peanut. mum and dad will experience these seasons with you in a few months.

we love you, peanut. we can’t wait for you to experience your first snow, first beach, first autumn and first spring.

love, dad.

storiesforpeanut

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storiesforpeanut taken while mum and dad are on their way to maccy d’s in the middle of winter. mum said she wanted fries without the salt. /fries without the salt/. even though that was a weird request, can’t deny mum her weird cravings. after all, she’s growing a literal human inside her–which is you, peanut.

also, mum only ate three pieces of fries and made me eat it while she watched. that i didn’t like. but you know what? dad is ready to give you everything you want. you and mum. be it a weird craving, late night feed or nappy change–i will be there for you and mum. always in all ways.

we love you, peanut. we can’t wait for you here.

love, dad.

storiesforpeanut

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storiesforpeanut mum took this video. the very first time you kicked, and dad was in the shower (unfortunately). mum and dad are visiting mum’s family where mum reunited with her childhood dog. mum’s pup, poppy, immediately went to her and checked. poppy sensed your existence, peanut. even poppy was excited to meet you.

mum and dad’s family are delighted to have you, peanut. especially your grandmums. they now named themselves, nan from dad’s mum and granny from mum’s side.

we love you, peanut. we are all waiting for your arrival.

love, dad.

storiesforpeanut

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storiesforpeanut 30 weeks in, and we finally saw your beautiful face, peanut. mum and dad haven’t gotten over the first time they heard your heart beat, felt your kicks, yet here you are... so beautiful as mum’s doctor showed us your face.

peanut, mum and dad were scared the first time we found out that mum was pregnant. but seeing you now, all those fears are gone and we feel confident that we can do this–together.

you are such a happy baby, peanut. you even got dad’s dimples, said mum. you are a perfect balance of mum and dad.

we love you, peanut. 10 more weeks until we finally meet. we can’t wait for that day to come.

love, dad.

storiesforpeanut

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storiesforpeanut last week of mum’s beautiful belly. any day now, we will finally meet you. you’ll have your first breath, first cry. mum and dad and other family members cannot wait to finally meet you, peanut.

the last nine months has been crazy, peanut. it was crazy, but it was fun. brought mum and dad closer than ever. you’ll be so loved, no, you are so loved already, peanut. and a little spoiled because some of dad’s friends from work have sent you numerous toys and clothes and even diapers to last for the next year or two.

we love you, peanut. we’ll see you soon.

love, dad.

storiesforpeanut

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storiesforpeanut well, it’s nice to meet you, peanut. mum and dad are delighted to finally see you. mum laboured for almost 24 hours, and by the time stroked at exactly 04:49 am, you were born.

dad almost passed out during your birth (for some reason), but dad got through it. mum was so brave, dad held her hand throughout the procedure and never left mum’s side.

peanut, the second they returned you to mum and dad after cleaning you and helping mum, we couldn’t stop looking at you. how could we make such a beautiful baby like you? said dad.

we love you so much, peanut. welcome to the real world.

love, dad.

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mclaren congratulations, y/n and lando! 🧡 welcome to the world, olivia ��

landonorris my girls ❤️

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lilymhe congratulations girl!! 😍 can’t wait to officially meet ms. olivia and see you soon 🤗

yourusername thank you babe 😚 you and alex can visit us anytime

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lilymhe aww why not :(

yourusername WE HAVE NO SPACE ANYMORE

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landonorris me 🤜 🤛 peanut

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maxfewtrell will i be able to hold olivia 😁

landonorris no

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yourusername lando be nice

landonorris ok fine

user let him hold olivia!!

landonorris 😐😐

oscarpiastri congratulations mate 🫡 on my way to give gifts

landonorris thank you and pls dont bring anymore

oscarpiastri it’s a koala bear

landonorris ...

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oscarpiastri 🐨🐨🐨

user no way lando’s first picture with olivia is them doing a fistbump 😭

user why are there two babies in this pic

storiesforpeanut and landonorris

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storiesforpeanut on your very first boat ride, dad had the courage to finally ask mum an important question. a question dad has been wanting to ask mum since he saw your very first sonogram. and guess what, peanut? mum finally agreed to marry dad!

you may not remember this at all, peanut. but it was a day to remember, indeed. dad really wanted this to be perfect, and he got what he wanted. this is a year full of surprises.

we love you, peanut. we love you so much.

love, dad.

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user omgomgomgomgogm

user LANDO GETTING MARRIED JFJFHFJF IM CRYINGGG

user OLIVIA MAY NOT REMEMBER IT BUT SHE JUST WITNESSED HER PARENTS GET ENGAGED AND GET MARRIED IN THE SAME LIFE TIME

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user i love this family so much

user THE KITTLE FINGERS

user PEANUT’S SMALL FINGERS IM CRYIGN

landonorris i love you babies

yourusername we love you, daddy

landonorris 😳😳😳

yourusername sleep on the couch tonight

landonorris I WAS JUST KIDDING

landonorris BABE

landonorris PLEAAAASEEEE

[masteryaddleisagilf]

I got curious, so I did a bit of “research”

The most popular fic in English is an NSFW (incredibly raunchy, wow) Guardians of the Galaxy fic with 128.179 kudos.

In Mandarin, it is a mature RPF fic of the actors from The Untamed that resulted in AO3 being blocked in Mainland China. It currently has 26.916 kudos

For Spanish, the prize goes to an explicit omegaverse & mpreg The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System fic with  3.245 kudos

Indonesian gives us a BTS college AU with 1.569 kudos and French stays on the bandom vibes by giving us an explicit One Direction dystopian story. But the band rpf award goes to Tagalog* ***, with their first page (sorted by kudos) being all Kpop (ENHYPEN, EXO & SEVENTEEN) and no-fandom.

(For those curious, Korean has a low amount of Kpop rpf on their first page. I assume they publish it somewhere else)

Egyptian Hieroglyphics (which, yes, is an option on AO3) gives us a beautiful song translation with an impressive 495 kudos. I really recommend everyone check it out; it is incredible. Welsh** (160) and Old English (222)  also had their most popular work have an English translation. Latin (124), on the other hand, is just fully in Latin. There are a few translations, but they are provided by other people and not the original author.

Greek has a lot of Greek political RPF. Like, a lot. 

I was incredibly surprised by the fact that you can write fanfiction in Quebecois sign language. I was not surprised at all by the fact that Sindarin was an option.

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A few of the languages had their most popular stories not be in that language and just be a case of mislabelling (or, in some cases, people using less-used languages on AO3 as dumping grounds for tests or personal notes.) Also, there were a couple of languages with no stories at all. 

If you have been thinking about writing fic in a language other than English, take this as a call for action. There are a lot of people out there reading in all sorts of languages. Even in languages with only a couple kudos, those are a couple of people who are incredibly happy to find a story of a media they love in a language they love too.

. Edits from 7/12/2022:

* Filipino*** is the standardized version of Tagalog and the way Ao3 refers to the language, which is why that is the word used instead of Tagalog. Feel free to reach out if there is a better way to word that sentence. 

** Welsh was included next to Old English as they both had English translations, and not as an implication that it is a dead language. Welsh is a living, thriving language with more than half a million speakers.

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Edits from 26/12/2022:

*** More Tagalog speakers reached out asking me to change the language name to Tagalog. I did. The original note is left for those looking at the notes/asks and wondering what is going on. 

[glamatron3000]

The Unofficial Malto Family Cookbook

I was inspired by the longing of @ihatebrainstorm for Alex's cooking to do a deep dive into just what Earthspark's best dad was making, so here it is! The Unofficial Malto Family Cookbook!

Just a note, I am in no way familiar with Filipino cooking (I mostly cook American, European, and Japanese-inspired food in my day to day) but I'd like to think I am a skilled practitioner of Google-Fu, so here's what I was able to find!

These dishes were either shown or mentioned, sometimes both, in season 1 and the first half of season 2. I believe I got them all, but I did pan through the episodes pretty quickly, so let me know if I missed any!

Embutido

First up is the main dish from episode 1, which already sent me on an adventure trying to identify because it was never named. After poking around a few Filipino recipe sites I managed to identify it as embutido, which is described as a Filipino meatloaf. Dot mentions that it is her favorite dish.

Lumpia

The side dish of Dot's celebratory new job meal is lumpia, Filipino egg rolls! This dish appears regularly in the Malto family's meals, seen twice again in the first half of season 2.

Pandesal

Okay, so technically this is probably just a store-bought dinner roll, but why not try to find if there's a Filipino recipe it could be? Our boy Alex seems like the type of guy to pull out all the stops when it comes to feeding his family. The closest I could find is pandesal to round out our episode 1 meal.

Breakfast Burrito

In episode 2, we see Robbie lure Alex out to the barn with a picnic of breakfast burritos. Now surely there's also a Filipino style recipe for this, yes? Yes!

Longganisa

In episode 3, we see Alex frying up a pan of sausage for breakfast. Could be store bought, but it's also possible that it's a traditional Filipino pork sausage called longganisa.

Tortang

Here's our first one that was only mentioned and not shown. In episode 4, Alex tries twice to coax Bee into frying tortillas with his stingers. At first I thought he meant just regular flour or corn tortillas, but the way he was talking made it sound like a main dish and not just an ingredient. So after a bit of digging I found a dish called tortang, which is sometimes referred to as tortilla from what I can gather (citation needed -- I am a dumb American). Unlike the sort of tortilla you would use in a wrap or burrito, this dish is closer to an omelet. Those with more knowledge of Filipino cooking please feel free to correct me if I got this wrong.

Bibingka

Another only mentioned in episode 4, this is the dish Robbie would have picked to have for dinner for a week if he'd won the weekly chore race. Of course a child would pick a sweet dessert for dinner if he could.

Spam Steak

Okay, this was another mystery for me, particularly because of the way everything is stylized in the show. In episode 5, we see Alex frying up another breakfast food. I thought maybe it was a kind of french toast, but the browning texture didn't look quite right for that. So I browsed through the breakfast section of the recipe website I've been using and the closest I've found is this crispy spam steak recipe. Apparently spam is pretty popular in the Philippines, so it's possible! Again, if anyone more knowledgeable has another option, please correct me.

Snickerdoodles

In episode 7, Alex makes bagged lunches for Mo and Robbie's first day at school. While we don't know what's in those lunches, Alex did mention that he included his homemade snickerdoodles. Snickerdoodles originate from Dutch/German immigrants who settled in New England, and since there's a lot of Dutch/German heritage in Pennsylvania where the Maltos live, I'm fairly confident this is something Alex picked up in America. But just for fun, I did find an interesting Filipino/Mexican-inspired variant of this classic cookie, so you get a two for one deal with this one!

Unfortunately, Tumblr won't let me post more in a single post, so the rest will have to be in a Part 2 reblog!

[bluesylveon2]

Cloudcalling on the Savanna Thoughts pt 2

I would order a truckload because I LOVE mangoes, especially the Filipino ones. Those are so sweet and good 🤤 Also, I’m surprised that Grim is the size of a jackfruit!

Grim is so me 😂 This is how you know Crowley ain’t paying us shit

Can we please see child Leona??? Also, it’s cute that Kifaji taught Leona how to play chess

Lilia somehow passed his driver’s test with pure luck and his license is probably gonna crumble

More like 683 years but who’s counting?

Little does anyone know that General Lilia would have eaten Grim

Ok this was a cute moment seeing them bond but they would totally deny it lol

Can we get a sleepover with this group??? It would be both fun and chaotic

I hc that Leona does this a lot even in Savanaclaw. Sure he comments about how stars are balls of gas (like Tiana from Princess and the Frog) but I can see him doing this when he’s alone and everyone is asleep

[tfshouldidohere]

i have a short attention span heheheheh

laro nlng ako ng stardew 😭😭😭 baka magiging normal ulit ako after a few hours of gameplay 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

[inkcurlsandknives]

The last day of Filipino American History Month has granted me the most Filipino American Cooking shortcut abomination idea ever.

So. So. You've seen dulce de leche hacks where you boil or slow cook a can of sweetened condensed milk INSIDE the can for hours to get caramel?

Filipino Coconut Jam or Minatamis na Bao is a coconut based caramel LIKE dulce de leche traditionally made by stirring coconut cream and sugar over low heat for hours.....

But!!! If I can find a can of sweetened coconut cream! Theoretically I should be able to create an easy hands off no stirring coconut jam. I'm going shopping tomorrow to test my theory. If it works! I'll have easy coconut jam! If the curds separate I'll have latik ( crispy browned coconut curds used to top rice cakes)

Or I'll explode a can and cover my kitchen in boiling water and coconut!!

I can't wait!! It's been too long since my last kitchen disaster

Wish me luck!

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haiiii wsg my name is moonlightttt but also commonly called angelllll.... what u just read above is some important info for my blog. as u may have guessed i'm just your average tumblr user on editblr!

my (main) pronouns are SHI/MUSE/KILL (i use like so much pronouns though lmao) i am a GIRLTHING LESBIAN and a MINOR (older than 14. u won't be told my age) living in the PHILIPPINES. go ahead and d0xx me now (FOR LEGAL REASONS THAT'S A JOKE! :3) since I'm filipino, i can speak tagalog as well! I'm not the best at it but i try.

i am a fictionkin!!!!!! that means i am multiple fictional characters and i have past lives as some/most of them!! they are embedded into my identity and who i am as a person and i will bring up such topics frequently. <3 i usually theme my profile after my kins, and currently it's k-angel (again. i think it might be k-angel forever. you can't fight the k-angel unfortunately. being fictionkin is really important to me so if you think fictionkin are lesser than irls/fictives, hate on us and think we're "insane" etc. please get away from me <3

I'm not very social so i don't interact with others often.... i tend to silently follow people and like all their posts without talking to them LOL. but I'd be more than happy if people reached out to me first ^_^

[psychesetra]

luci and alastor with a filipino ! reader

VERY. SELF. INDULGENT. ALASTOR'S WAS A TEST AND SHORT ASF BTW !!!!! LUCI'S WAS POSTED IN THE I LOVE LUCI COMMUNITY SO YEAH!!!!!!!

they say the same thing in filipino but i do think the oneshots are different enough :3

❤ al

your downfall to hell had been rather early, considering your age. a child of the 1900s, you were, yet you died in 1929 to a simple poison. walking around in hell was surprisingly.. normal. like walking down the streets, although with the addition of sinners screaming and.. other, noises. it took years after your death before someone recognizable dropped down. you and alastor had been friends since childhood, though only briefly. you had moved from your home country to new orleans due to your father missing the city, but moved back home after a year after his death. you didn't expect alastor to remember you in hell, let alone the detail that your home country was the philippines. but now, as he shook your hand, he greeted you with a smile not different to the one he had in life. "greetings, and good morning, my dear! it has been a while, has it not?" opening your mouth to reply with a witty remark, you do nearly get to say it before he adds, "or should i say.. magandang umaga, aking mahal na reyna."

(good morning, my beloved queen.) you freeze in surprise for a few moments, processing the fact he had quite literally spoken in your native. you had never cared to teach him, though, so how..? he chuckles, noticing your surprise, and continues, "i decided to make it a point to learn your native after your death, dear! it was a little hard, but it was worth it to see the shock on your face, hm?"

💛 luci !!!!

your death and subsequent arrival in hell was.. unexpected. you were a confusing case, having fallen asleep at the wheel and getting into an accident. ironically, the person you hit did not die, and you.. well, considering you're down in hell, it's mighty obvious. you weren't exactly the most religious person, so maybe divine judgement had been a little harsh on that. but hell.. wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. sure, there was fire and a shit ton of red and screaming, but it was still civilized, at least. but one thing you REALLY didn't expect? to meet the goddamn king of hell. you could hear the christians screaming for mercy when you first saw him, you swear. he was surprisingly friendly, albeit a little awkward (though that was adorable). you honestly wondered how on earth god had put the poor man down in hell all those millennia ago, he was nicer than a lot of people you'd met. really, much nicer, considering he'd cared to learn your native language. you just mentioned your nationality once in a conversation, just a "oh, by the way," that you thought he'd forget. you were sure he didn't know many filipino people like you, so he might not even remember what country you were from. but no, actually. months later, he still remembered, especially after the two of you became somewhat of an item (cue charlie's confusion as to whether or not you are now her parent). but you didn't know all that. weeeeeellll.. at least until this morning. you had woken up a little late this time, and to the smell of pancakes, no less. already, there was a smile on your face. the thought of him tinkering away in the kitchen was one that you found adorable. you started to do a few tasks for the day, bustling around the room, fixing things up. if he could surprise you with pancakes you could at least return the favor by cleaning up a little. later, as you were tidying up a few ducks on the desk (which is to say there were dozens of them), the door creaked open, and the scent of pancakes became noticeably stronger. "gooood morning, duckie!" he greets, setting down the pancakes on his desk with a grin that you think is one of the cutest things you will ever see in your (after?) life. you smile at him, opening your mouth to reply, before he adds, "or, should i say.. magandang umaga, aking mahal na reyna." (good morning, my beloved queen.) his grin seems a lot more smug now, especially when seeing your face of surprise. did he just.. speak in your native? filipino? did he seriously learn how to speak that for you? after a few moments of silence, he seems to get a tad bit nervous. "did i say that right..? i made sure to check a few times before, was my pronounciation off?" he asks, worriedly, mumbling. your surprise disappears the moment he speaks, as your own smile widens. "no, no, you're right, luci. that was wonderful." his face shifts from worry back to happiness, and as he's about to speak, you add, in the same manner as he did, "or should i say, tama ka, aking hari?" (you're right, my king.)

[kittykat3801]

My Julie and The Phantoms headcanons (Sunset Curve Edition)

Reggie is a disaster bi

Luke is pansexual

Reggie has had a secret crush on Luke since the 90s but has been quite good at hiding it (Well, at least up until the Chemistry scene in Ep7)

Reggie comes from an abusive household (not necessarily physically, could be emotionally abusive)

Reggie has nightmares and the boys have had to help him through them many times

Alex’s parents are religious (their reason for not accepting Alex being gay) and therefore Alex has issues relating to religion

Luke’s parents used to let Reggie stay over whenever he needed, and they were kinda aware of his situation but never wanted to pressure Reggie into talking about it

Bobby also let the boys sleep in the studio if they couldn’t go back to their own houses (cause I think we all came to conclusion that Julie’s house used to be Bobby’s)

Alex, Bobby, and Reggie had their driver’s licenses, but Luke didn’t cause he kept failing the test.

Reggie has Inattentive Type ADHD and Luke has Hyperactive Type ADHD (Not Sunset Curve related but I also headcanon that Willie has Combined Type ADHD)

Alex is autistic and has general anxiety disorder

Reggie is dyslexic but is really good at maths

Luke was really good at English in school

Alex can draw really well and used to do it a lot in his spare time

Reggie is still slightly innocent and childlike because his childhood was mostly full of trauma, so he’s making up for it in his teens/as a ghost.

The boys had to have “The Talk” with Reggie (which was probably very awkward) because his parents were too busy fighting with each other, and Reggie never paid attention in health class.

Alex wanted to know how to do the cool drumstick twirl in his hand and practiced it for hours, sometimes even until his hand cramped. He dropped the stick many times and also hit himself in the face a few times, but eventually got the hang of it. He was so proud of himself when he finally mastered it and immediately showed it off to the boys at band practice.

Luke wanted to be able to swing his guitar around his body. He finally learnt how to do it. Though not without breaking many straps, and a few trips to the ER after smacking himself in the back of the head with his guitar.

Reggie has an attachment to Ray because Ray is the father figure that Reggie needed. The father figure that Reggie never had.

The boys can all speak a different language (based on the actors). Alex speaks German, Luke speaks French, and Bobby speaks Filipino. I headcanon that Reggie can speak Italian (idk why but I do haha).

Luke is actually Canadian amd moved to America as a kid, but died before he could lose his accent.

Both Alex's parents and Reggie's parents are conservative. They probably voted Trump in both 2016 and 2020. Unless Alex's parents changed their views after his death.

Bobby’s parents are very liberal, and both Reggie’s parents and Alex’s parents don't like them. Though the Pattersons got along well with all of them cause they refused to talk about politics (though they are probably liberal like Bobby's parents just not as extreme).

[ofsappho]

Magindara

When invaders threaten your home, life, and people, you, a sirena, strike a desperate bargain with Dream of the Endless to save them all.

Dream of the Endless x mermaid!reader, one shot (for now)

Tags: war, gore, torture, death/murder, mentions of SA, slavery, things that generally come with colonialism

Inspired by the episode “Jibaro” from the Netflix show Love Death + Robots. This one shot draws heavily from Filipino mythology, culture, and history. I ENCOURAGE and INVITE people who don’t come from a Filipino background to read this story and enjoy! There is so much beauty to be had in cultures of color, for everyone. Just as I have read many stories steeped in Greek, Celtic, Norse, medieval England, etc cultures, without coming from those backgrounds, I humbly ask you do the same and entertain this little fic. Thank you. I may write a follow up if there’s interest. Glossary at the end.

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From the banks of your river, you can hear the horses.

Metal plate clangs and screeches against itself, swords jostle in their sheaths, and shields bump where they rest on armored backs so loud that you want to scratch your sensitive ears out, just to make the sounds stop.

Your ates and kuyas hide deep below in the caverns known only to your kind. When you close your black eyes, you feel them tugging at the edges of your mind like little lights in the deep darkness of the sea. They believe that will be enough to save them.

Only you have braved the surface, because only you know what these strange men upon their strange beasts want.

They want the gold in the dark, fertile earth. You don’t understand why - it’s just shiny metal. Only the dwarves under the hills covet it. But the men who ravage your lands and your kin like wildfires, grasping everything and destroying it in the same breath, care very much. They want the never-dying orchids that line the banks and the brilliant emerald green vitality bursting from every leaf and vine that could keep a mortal alive for a thousand years. They want to feed their glory on your broken bodies. They want to take the people you protect for slaves, the women shamed and disgraced and the men subservient and humiliated.

You’ve seen it for yourself.

You’ve tasted the water of streams running red with blood, the iron like acid on your blue tongue.

You’ve swam farther and seen enough to make you hate. Families torn apart, children with their hair cut off and given names in an ugly language, forbidden to speak their own - the same language you speak. Fathers dragged onto large ships, larger than a butandíng, never to return. Altars burned. The men put your red sisters who live in the balete trees, their hair tangled with vines and lovely, fierce, flickering yellow eyes, to the flame. You witnessed their dying howls and curses for vengeance.

Some of the white-haired annani have already begun to clip their pointed ears, tear the crowns of flowers from their hair, and even cut out their tongues so as to lock away the magic these men desire, never to be spoken again. “There is no place for us,” Those tall, graceful elves told you. “We will be gone in a generation, by sword or by starvation.”

They’re coming.

The jungle is quiet as it has never been in a thousand years.

You could no more hide your tail, glittering blue and turquoise, with long, sweeping fins like ferns, than you could hide the long sweep of hair that reaches your waist, or the ink-black lines embedded on your skin, painting your face, your neck, and your arms with the story of your people and your home.

The calls that echoed from the depths of the river have stopped. It seems that your family has accepted that you won’t come back.

You look at your webbed hands, test your claws against your flesh. What is one magindara to a hundred conquistadors?

When the men spear you, they won’t just be slaughtering a mermaid. They’ll be killing the stories you keep. Centuries of stories. Countless names. Each pearl around your neck is a tribe, full of the old songs of grandmothers and the new rhymes of babies. You’re draped in thousands of shimmering strands of pearls.

You may not be the cleverest, or the most beautiful, or the one with the sweetest voice…

But you can be the bravest.

“Lord Morpheus,” You intone, frowning as the syllables ripple wrong and harsh from your throat.

You’ve never spoken to any of the gods beyond your islands before. “Dream of the Endless.” All you can do is hope and pray this one listens and comes to you in time. Will they be kind? Will it be merciful? Will he, or she, save your home?

Perhaps such a god does not exist at all, and you are praying to wind and sunlight, and soon your guts will color the cerulean water purple and black. The strange men will defile your body, no doubt. A week ago, you crawled from your river to cut down the corpse of a long-gone ate from a stake, jagged holes ripped into the tail of her corpse that made you vomit and her dead eyes full of pain.

Once you’d laid her to rest in the water, she dissolved into nothing. “Prince of Stories,” You sing. That is what faces everything you’ve ever loved if you fail.

“I beg you, save us. Save our stories, our dreams. We call for your aid.”

The men bark at each other. Any moment now, they’ll see you, your hands raised and your face tipped towards the heavens, inky flowers blooming on your forehead and cheeks and crocodile teeth tattooed on the sharp line of your jaw.

A new quiet falls over the world. Like nighttime, when things are resting, not dead.

You have called, and I answer.

A being stands on the banks of your river in the shape of a man. His hair is blacker than Bakunawa’s maw and his eyes are filled with gold and silver stars brighter than any you’ve seen before. His pale skin carries no markings.

He is as grotesquely, menacingly beautiful as the razor’s edge of shark teeth, as a great python curling in a tree, as an eagle with its claws stuck in the beating, bleeding heart of a monkey.

You feel the weight of his gaze on your brow heavier and hotter than the sun on the longest day of summer, burning out the truth in your heart. “I would bargain with you, Dream Lord. For my people, and my land, and my home, which I love more than my own life.”

What would you have me do? When Lord Morpheus speaks, his voice pours through your mind ringing like the purest, clearest freshwater.

The many jewels around your throat, pearls, sapphires, rubies, diamonds, plates of beaten gold, click as you swallow nervously.

The dream king stands so tall that he could touch the sky if he reached up. And he doesn’t look away or blink. You can’t read the inhuman planes of his face whatsoever, you can’t find any familiar sign in his long limbs that might bring comfort. For all you know, you’ve spelled your doom.

“Keep them alive. Keep our names and spirits alive. Bring our stories into your kingdom so that we won’t be forgotten. That is what the men want. They want to raze us to the ground and rebuild the world in their image but we will not go.” You pause. “We will never, ever go,” You growl, fierce and deadly, around a mouth full of fangs. In your words you pour the horrors you’ve seen, combined with the beauty surrounding the two of you.

The hot, muggy air, the warm rain, the scent of night-blooming jasmines. Orange mangoes, bursting with sweetness, bamboo sticks clacking as joyful youths dance in and out of them, laughing gaily. Rolling drums. Bright feathers tucked into black hair. A toddling child reaching out to her grandmother with a chubby-cheeked smile, pressing the back of the withered, ancient hand against her little forehead. Love, so much love.

I have not walked these lands before.

You found traces of Lord Morpheus scribbled in the margins of paper and in the back alleys of lost dreams. Your last and only hope.

When you went to Diyan Masalanta, she wept and showed how the soldiers bound her hands. When you cried out to her brother, Apolaki, the sun god called back and said the invaders took his shield.

Bathala is gone. Mayari is gone. Lakapati is dead. The conquistadors stripped her naked, cut her ribs from her chest, and planted her bones in the fields they set their slaves, your people, to work.

“They say you are Endless. You preside over all beings in all places. Please, I beg you, preside over us. Are we not worthy of your favor? Do we not deserve to live in your dreams and nightmares?”

If Lord Morpheus refuses you, you’ll cut your throat before you let your enemies have you.

He tilts his head like he can hear your thoughts. One shining hand stretches out, almost as if to touch your face. You sing prettily, little siren. You draw back with a start. Why is there hunger in his voice? A hollow, all-consuming, terrifying hunger?

You know what it feels like to starve when the fish are scarce. This is leagues away, a typhoon to your trickle of rain. Shadows bloom under his hollowed cheeks. His pupils eclipse his brilliant aquamarine irises.

He’s-

He’s aching.

Morpheus flashes his bone-white teeth as he bends at the waist to examine you further. His gaze traces your tattoos, your large, frightened eyes, and your body beneath the necklaces and bracelets.

As scared as you are, as convinced that you’ll bleed the instant his fingers brush your blue-streaked skin, your numb lips move.

“I vow to you now, Lord Morpheus, before every god and being I know, that should you render us this aid, I will give you anything within my power to grant that you wish.”

Anything?

“Name it, my lord, and it shall be yours.” With that, your eyes flutter shut as you await his judgment.

You can’t hide from him, even in your mind. You don’t see him, but you feel a straining pressure build where he prods at you, pushing on the fragile edges of your being like he’s cracking a duck egg. He claws and scrapes until-

I will aid your people.

You open for him like a sampaguita flower. Dream of the Endless picks through your soul like he’s picking blossoms, you feel how much he wants with every brush, every long moment where he sticks his fingers in and relishes the feel of you. Nothing has ever touched you like this before.

He’s on his knees on the riverbank, the dark soil pressing into his clothes. His hands clench the rocky edge of the bank. Your wet hair sticks to your back as you rise up, close enough that you can count his night-black eyelashes. There’s a dizzying amount of them.

“Thank you. Thank you. Salamat-po. And your price, majesty?”

You’ll do whatever he wants. Does his thirst demand souls? You’ll harvest them by the dozen. You can picture Lord Morpheus unhinging his jaw, swallowing those soldiers whole. Their swords wouldn’t even scrape him going down. Riches? You have no use for them if you’re dead. He can take every speck of wealth to be had.

You. I want you.

Your sisters and brothers wail. They sense the foreign king tearing at the flesh binding you together. They feel him taking a knife to your indigo heart and cutting it loose from your body. Your head tilts back as you gasp for breath and see him hold the organ aloft. Dark blood trails in rivulets down his wrists.

“I-“

There are no creatures like you in my realm. So I shall have you, in every way that I wish, and you’ll obey. Those are my terms.

Your tail lashes in the water as if you fight hard enough, you can swim away. The cavity pulses with searing, unholy pain. You’ve made a mistake. You’ve summoned- He is an aswang, a devil, a soul-eater, you’ll never see your home again, you’ll never touch the water you’ve known since birth.

Lord Morpheus brings your heart to his mouth. His lips are beautifully-formed. You can’t find it in yourself to hate such a wondrous creature. Even your amethyst ichor looks more beguiling when he’s covered in it.

It was never a question. “Yes, my lord. I accept these terms.”

His white teeth stain purple when he sinks them into your heart.

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Glossary:

Ate (ah-tey) - sister

Kuya (koo-yah) - brother

Butandíng - whale shark

Balete tree - very cool large tree native to Southeast Asia

Annani - elves from the stories of the Ibanag people, who look like humans with pointed ears. They are kind guardians of the forest and often share healing knowledge with humans if treated with respect.

Magindara - mermaids from the folklore of the Bicolano people. Beautiful half human, half fish guardians of rivers/streams/lakes/the oceans, who sing to lure fisherman and warriors to their death but leave children unharmed.

Bakunawa - a great mythic serpent and god/goddess of darkness. Various myths place Bakunawa responsible for eclipses.

Diyan Masalanta - Tagalog goddess of love, war, childbirth

Apolaki - Tagalog god of the sun and war, patron saint of warriors, soldiers, modern day patron saint of Filipino traditional martial arts (Kali/eskrima/arnis) practitioners

Bathala - the Tagalog supreme creator god

Mayari - the Tagalog goddess of the moon, war, revolution, and justice. She fought her brother Apolaki for dominion over the heavens.

Lakapati - the Tagalog goddess of fertility, food, bounty, balance, and prosperity. She represents both male and female and has both male and female genitalia. Patron saint of queer/trans people.

Sampaguita - the Filipino name for sambac jasmine, the national flower of the Philippines

Salamat-po (sah-lah-maht poh) - thank you (utmost respect) in Tagalog

Aswang - overall name for the malicious/demonic/monstrous beings in Filipino folklore. Vampires, zombies, ghouls, organ eaters, cannibals.

I hope you guys liked this! Let me know if you have any questions or want to read more from this.

[iris-sistibly]

I know I need to calm the fuck down first but one word to describe episode 6: STRESS!!

📍I love seeing Hyun-woo and Hae-in having a...sort of second honeymoon in Germany but I couldn't really enjoy every scene because I'm stressing out at how fucking OBLIVIOUS the Hong family is like bitch y'all are surrounded by snakes and they're so complacent 😭😭😭 I mean it's not really their fault that there are opportunists who'd earn their trust first then slither their way to bite them in the ass, but I just find it ironic at how protective they are at their family business and wealth but they can't see through the REAL people who has every intention to bring them down.

📍Speaking of which, I have read a fan theory somewhere that Mo Seul-hee is the mom of Eun-seong and Da-hye. Could be, OR Grace could be Da-hye's mom considering how Grace acted towards her. But why are they so keen at bringing the Hong family down?

📍Maybe it's just me but I don't think Da-hye is that bad, I have a feeling that she'll eventually come to her senses and take Hyun-woo's side and expose Eun-seong and co.

📍My overthinker/delulu self thinks that Soo-cheol and Da-hye's baby is actually Hyun-woo and Hae-in's kid. I mean, it wasn't shown how they lost their baby...yet. So Hae-in either miscarried, or she gave birth to a still born child? But what if the child is actually alive and one of those evil bitches cooked up some shit to make it seem like Hyun-woo and Hae-in's baby died, and then that baby was registered as Soo-cheol and Da-hye's kid? I know it sounds insane, but we're only on episode 6 so more crazy shit could happen in the future episodes, you'll never know. But my normal self says I've watched too many Filipino dramas growing up (and yes, that shit happens a lot in Filo-dramas).

📍Speaking of that kid, another theory is...what if that kid is actually Eun-seong and Da-hye's? Soo-cheol is a dumbass, and again, those bitches could have manipulated that baby's DNA test result or something. Again, that's just me being an overthinker, also I hate my Filo-drama mindset.

📍Aunt Beom-ja being so concerned about Hae-in and her dad but I also appreciate the fact that she respected her niece's request to not tell anyone about her illness. I also hope that she'll be able to help Hyun-woo clear his name and uncover Seul-hee and gang's dirty little secret.

📍BUT Y'ALL KNOW WHO STRESSED THE SHIT OUT OF ME THIS EPISODE? BAEK FUCKING HYUN-WOO!!! I am so freaking annoyed that he didn't tell Hae-in about the divorce when he had the chance. He was probably worried at how Hae-in would react plus the latter was going through medical treatments so he probably didn't want to put too much stress on her, but Hae-in was bound to find out either way so...yeah I do get why he chose to keep the divorce to himself but he could have just told the truth and suck it up, and perhaps they could communicate better when it comes to issues like this.

📍One thing I noticed about Hyun-woo is that he's brave in so many ways but also a coward on one thing. I mean he talks with Hae-in about nice things and all, and he is his wife's confidante, but I don't think I've ever heard him talk the way Hae-in does, meaning he never had the balls to talk to his wife about the..."unpleasant" side of their marriage. Hae-in was able to talk to him about her illness, the last will and testament that her mom pressured her to write, and Hyun-woo didn't even think about bringing up the divorce papers.

Prior to episode 5, I really thought that Hae-in was the one who shut him out but it was actually the other way around. Wifey may seem cold and nonchalant but if there's one person she'd listen to, it's him. Perhaps he doesn't want to say something that would upset Hae-in but the point is...she's his wife, she's supposed to know what he thinks, how he feels about certain things, even the not-so-pleasant side of their relationship. I really hope that in the next episode or the episode after that he'll be able to communicate better.

📍Hae-in's mom is terrible af. Imagine blaming your own daughter for the death of your son. I mean she didn't deserve to lose a child, but it's unfair to put all the blame on Hae-in (like why?). It's not like she endangered herself on purpose, and she had the audacity to be upset when Hae-in did something nice to her in-laws? Like what is wrong with this woman? Why can't see realize her own mistakes?

📍I kind of teared up when Hae-in was telling Hyun-woo about the things the latter should do when she dies. She could die, and this show might give us a bittersweet ending but when that time comes I'd be really, really hurt. Also, Hae-in confessing that the only reason she wrote her will about Hyun-woo not getting anything should they divorce was so that she'll be allowed to marry him 😭 (just shows she fought hard for him and she'll do absolutely anything to be with him). God I hate her mom! And yes the epilogue was so cute, now we know that they have always been in-love with each other. But I guess...they need a time-out 🤷.

📍Hae-in called Hyun-woo "yeobo" 🥹🥹🥹

[kuroppiii]

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ ( title translates to ‘ sweetness ’ 🤭 ) this is utterly and wholly self serving rahhhh !!! gonna be so honest i don ’ t speak the best tagalog ( my lolo and lola never taught me sigh ) so pls politely correct me if anything ’ s wrong ! <<33 ”

“sandali,” (wait a minute) iwaizumi used his spoon straw to push yours out from the bowl of halo halo as you were using the straw end, leaving you idiotically sucking on air through the straw before you completely registered what was happening.

you take your mouth of the straw and lightly hit him on the wrist as you whine, "bakit?" (why?)

a deep chuckle leaves his chest as he takes the spoon end of his utensil and starts stabbing the contents of the bowl, "babe, we haven't even mixed it yet-"

"i was taste testing it!" you argued back. all iwaizumi did in response was shake his head and click his tongue, continuing to mix up the bowl.

"you're always so particular about how we eat this," you huff, yet gave in and started helping him break up the toppings into the shaved ice dessert.

it was a hot summer day (arguably the best kind of day to eat halo halo), and you and iwaizumi decided to visit one of your favorite hole-in-the-wall destinations in the city. the owners were immigrants from the philippines, explaining why the resturaunt served the best filo food you've found in japan to date.

best of all, however, was that each summer the small restaurant brought back halo halo to their menu. and their halo halo had everything! what you and iwaizumi loved was that they didn't skimp on all the classic toppings–creamy ube ice cream, rich ube hilaya (jam), gulaman (gelatin), jackfruit, banana, and even crunchy corn flakes to finish it all off.

though your boyfriend's occupation as an athletic trainer meant he closely watched what he ate for the sake of being "healthy"... he could never deny getting a nostalgic taste of his childhood favorite whenever you suggested it during the summer months.

today–even though the owners had about four fans going in the room–it was so hot that the dessert was already starting to melt. getting impatient, you take a spoonful and quickly bring it to your mouth to avoid the evaporated milk from dripping on the establishment's table. (the sugar from the dessert is bound to leave the table sticky if any gets on it, and you wouldn't want to do that to the sweet lola (old lady) and lolo (old man) who ran the place.)

"hey! i wasn't done yet," iwaizumi protests, "you're gonna miss getting all the flavors in one bite, that's the point-"

you hold up a finger to shush him, closing your eyes savoring the taste you haven't had in months. he shuts up and lets you have your moment, but you notice a noticeable lack of clinking–almost as if your boyfriend isn't continuing on his usual halo-halo-eating ritual.

you crack one eye open to see him staring at you. not in a creepy way, but with a soft smile on his face. he had the look of admiration in his eyes... or maybe that was his sweat, you don't know. you open your other eye and tilt your head at him, amused.

"ano?" (what?) you tease, nudging his leg under the table with your foot, "haji, the halo halo's gonna melt, why aren't you eating?–"

"sarap?" (good?) he suddenly asks.

you go to reply "duh" but you're already eating another spoonful of halo halo so it just comes out in a hum, "mmrmh!"

he aimlessly digs his spoon into the dessert bowl a few more times, "y'know, i might just have to let you finish the whole thing-"

"HM? no way, we always share!" you go to prepare a spoonful with as many of the toppings as you can–the way you know he likes it–and hold it up to his face, your other hand underneath to prevent any from dripping on the table, "plus we already paid!"

like a toddler, he turns his face away, still glancing between the spoon and you, an annoying grin on his face.

"... sige!" (go on!) you were not about to let this bowl of heaven go to waste.

he guides your hand holding the spoon back to the bowl and nonchalantly shrugs, "i don't know why i always let you trick me into coming here, the amount of sugar in this is really bad for you-"

you groan at his health-talk, "but since when have you cared about that? it's lola and lolo's halo halo! it doesn't count."

then he laughs...

he's messing with you. now you can tell.

you don't know what he's trying to get at, but despite your frustration, you can't help but laugh a little with him (while eating that spoonful of halo halo for yourself, of course) because his eyes crinkle up as he smiles. the sound of his laugh makes you feel warm inside and you hope that by swallowing down another spoonful of frozen dessert your insides can cool down a bit from the sensation.

"yeah, well..." he starts, running a hand through his short hair, "also i think i could watch you finish this whole thing and i'd be satisfied."

"ano ba? (what the heck?) what are you even saying? did you get heatstroke?" you question before using the straw end of your utensil to sip some of the refreshing concoction in between you two. how could staring at you be better than eating halo halo? on a hot-ass day like this? you fear your boyfriend's gone mad from the heat.

almost as if he can hear your thoughts, he continues, "you look so happy every time you take a bite, you know that?"

you pause sipping from your straw, taken aback by the sudden comment.

he doesn't hesitate to add on, "sobrang ganda mo" (you're so pretty).

that's when you feel heat creep up onto your face, and hastily take another long sip from the cool halo halo, "d-don't be corny."

"i guess it's the nostalgia."

"you haven't even taken your first bite yet, you haven't even tasted-"

"mahal kita." (i love you)

"...... mahal din kita– kain na!" (i love you too– now eat!)

from that, he finally takes a bite of his own, and it's your turn to admire the lovely man that you somehow have the honor to have in your life.

[liesmyth]

has something from a tlt fic ever become headcanon to you? i ask because i find this happening to me all the damn time with this fandom but not others

OK SO, my tlt headcanons are like schrodinger's cat, they explicitly contradict each other sometimes and all of them exist at the same time in different quantum states of canon. So in that sense I've never read a fic and thought, okay, THIS is my canon from now on.

But I've read so so many fics that burst my third eye wide open and made me consider different perspectives on a character / dynamic, or helped me shape some I already had. A few favourites:

the soul that seeketh him by bittybelle — missing scene pre NtN ft. John and Kiriona. Wherein John Gaius meets his daughter, remembers the women he left behind, and deals poorly with being the male god of a universe in which the divine is essentially feminine.

AO3 user LesbianJesusLovesYou gave me Big Feelings about Gideon's childhood on the Ninth and her relationship with Harrow, Aiglamene, Ortus and Crux

believing in everything (and knowing nothing at all) — A series of childhood memories from the Ninth

when i call, will you come to me? — “My Lady,” Ortus wheezed, shifting uncomfortably. “I only thought you should know… Gideon Nav was flogged before the congregation.”

A few fics set right after NtN that really stayed with me:

never hear the sound of someone calling me home by @corpsesoldier — Kiriona Gaia returns to the House of the Ninth.

One More Son by captainpeggy — After Nona, Pyrrha Dve walks the Ninth.

two old broads split a cigarette by @forjodssake — Aiglamene/Pyrrha. “sometimes the girl you like becomes one person w her soulmate and you have to jack off about it”

Post HtN missing scenes:

Death in its season by @ancientannoyance — John holds Mercymorn's 24 minutes funeral

recognize them by their fruits by @ceruleanvulpine — John and Ianthe emerge out of the River

Other stuff that Stuck With Me

so I open the window to hear sounds of people by @sunderedstar — post NtN flashbacks. John and Alecto are the only two beings on earth, and he starts working on the Resurrection. This is harrowing and I'm absolutely obsessed with the implications in this fic of WHY John removed everyone's memory.

and they were roommates by @herenortherenearnorfar — pre Resurrection Mercy and Cristabel, from their first meeting onwards and it just really burrowed a hole in my brain and grew roots and sprouts and everything. Latin American nun Cristabel it's all I can see now, and YES they met working with climate refugees when M— was a bright eyed idealistic doctor. It also lines up great with the Asian Mercy headcanon that exist in my head (I have a whole elaborate backstory about M— aged 12 proclaiming to her Filipino Catholic family that she's an atheist now). Anyway, it's just a lovely, gorgeous fic. I think about it every day.

John 25:12 by @halfeatenmoon — pre-Resurrection, John and his friends escape the cow fortress to spend Christmas Day at the beach. With beer, salads, pavlova, and the corpses of a million fish killed by nuclear weapons testing. Ft. Southern hemisphere holidays in Mururoa Atol and 100% canon. To me.

Operation: The Most Honorable Man by @cadmean — Augustine has a proposal for the Saint of Duty (Dios Apate. That's the proposal)

lowkey cheating but I can't choose — absolutely anything AO3 user Raxheim has posted has been SOO up my alley. Every time I read one of their fics I feel like I'm enlightened by some never-before-considered detail. And mean ANYTHING, from Harrow Nova to Wake to Cytherea and the Lyctors to the Universe's #1 Sadgirl Gideon

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Slow Dance With Me? | n.r. x w.m.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: fluff, smut, blow job, natasha has an enchanted strap on (courtesy of Wanda ofc), breeding kink, pregnancy scare-ish

Word count: 3,782

Summary: this is based on the request "Wanda and Natasha dancing to that Filipino song, Mabagal. Wanda not understanding the lyrics so Natasha whispers her the translation (cus homegirl probably knows a lot of languages)😩🫶😭🤌"

A/N: so uhhh I discovered that I sucked at translation because of this. But I added a little something at the end to somehow compensate for the lack of the end part of your request? @delulu-with-wandanat 👉👈🥺

╰┈➤ Masterlist

It was one of those rare days in the compound when none of them were away on missions. Wanda seized the opportunity to delve into American music, a quest to immerse herself further in the culture of her newfound home. Vision lent a hand in this musical discovery, assisting her in selecting vinyl records and even procuring the necessary equipment. Surprisingly, the android displayed an unexpected knack for online shopping, a talent that Wanda happily exploited, particularly since Vision discreetly charged their purchases to Stark's account. Given Stark's vast wealth, a missing hundred dollars or more would go unnoticed on his financial radar.

"Darling, there's no need to buy every single vinyl for each song you discover. We have Spotify and Apple Music for a reason; they make it easy to have these songs on your phone," Natasha chimed in, observing Wanda arranging her newly acquired records in the cabinet that Sam had thoughtfully purchased and was placed inside their shared room.

Wanda defended her latest online buying spree, "Steve was the one who suggested it. I simply followed his advice, love."

Natasha couldn't help but jest, "You do realise Steve is practically a living fossil. He was born from an era where the concept of downloading music online was unheard of."

"Tasha, please be kind to him. I'm planning to share my new purchases with Steve. They're classics, songs from his time. I'm sure he'll remember them," Wanda explained with sincerity as she contemplated playing one of the records to test it out.

The gentle melodies of the vinyl graced the room, carrying a slow, nostalgic tempo, the perfect soundtrack for an intimate dance between two lovers. Natasha immediately recognized the song and, with a hint of sadness, recalled, "I know this one. Steve used to play this song a lot. It reminds him of Peggy and the life they might have had if he hadn't been frozen in ice."

Wanda's heart sank upon hearing Natasha's words. It suddenly struck her that playing this song for Steve might evoke painful memories. She hesitated, "Maybe I shouldn't play it for him, then. I don't want to see him sad."

"Don't overthink it, baby. You know what, this song reminds of something I heard while I was on a mission in Asia," Natasha paused as she recalled the song. "FRIDAY, could you please play the song we were looking for yesterday?" Natasha requested from the AI, momentarily leaving Wanda perplexed. With a gentle smile, Natasha beckoned her lover closer.

"Come here, Princess. Will you dance with me?"

Wanda's heart swelled with affection as she nodded in agreement, deeply moved by Natasha's romantic gestures. In the two years that they had been together, she had come to understand that Natasha wasn't always one for being romantic through slow dancing. Wanda knows that dancing in general was a hard topic for Natasha especially with her past. But Wanda cherished every opportunity to indulge in Natasha's romantic side.

The sweet, melodic strains of "Mabagal" filled the room, and Natasha led Wanda into a slow, tender dance. Natasha's arms encircled Wanda's waist, while Wanda's found their place around Natasha's neck. As they swayed to the rhythm, the world outside faded away.

"What's the name of this song, Tash? It's in a different language," Wanda inquired, their bodies swaying to the unfamiliar tune.

Natasha smiled, her eyes dancing with fond memories. "It's a Filipino song. I heard it everywhere when I was in the Philippines, so I asked FRIDAY to find it and translate it for me."

"It's absolutely lovely, I adore it. But what's its meaning?" Wanda asked, her curiosity piqued.

Natasha's gaze softened and responded, "Well, the song translates to wanting to slow dance with your lover; however, the song is about taking things slowly and treasuring the current moment within a world that rushes by."

Wanda was deeply moved by the meaning of the song, and how she can relate to it. Starting their relationship had not been without its challenges. They had embarked on a path with little knowledge of what lay ahead, but they persevered, taking each day as it came and learning together. It was a reminder of how they had navigated the early stages of their relationship while the world continued to whirl around them at an unforgiving speed.

Lately, Natasha had been contemplating early retirement, the desire to build a settled life with Wanda growing stronger with each passing day. She reflected on the countless times where she almost lost her life, and the endless sacrifices that they had to make in order to restore peace. Now, she yearned for a peaceful future with the woman she loved, away from the chaos she had fought against for so long. Maybe they could discuss it once the time is right, after all, they are taking things slowly.

Natasha leaned in for a kiss on the lips and down to her neck which made Wanda melt at an instant and gave out a small moan. The spy's hands travelled downwards and firmly gripped Wanda's butt.

"Those vinys aren't only the ones I purchased online, you know?" Wanda said as they parted to catch their breaths.

"Oh yeah? You've got a surprise for me, baby doll?" Natasha continued her assault on Wanda's neck and sucked on her pulse points.

"Ahhh, yes, baby. You're so good to me." Wanda arched her neck, presenting it even more to the other woman. But she can't be distracted with Natasha's ministrations. "Oh god. Love, stop for a moment please"

Natasha indeed stopped and raised her brow at Wanda. "Okay. So what did you buy?"

"I bought a strap on."

Well, that left Natasha speechless and shocked. "What? Did Vision help you on that as well? Does he know about this?" She can't imagine how the android would think of this situation.

"No, no! Vision has no idea about this. I bought this on my own. I swear!" Wanda was quick to defend herself. Plus, she can't bring herself to reveal such information to the android.

"What gave you the idea to buy that toy?" Natasha inquired with her brow raised at Wanda.

"I found one in your closet. It seems you've used it with your other girls before, and I won't allow you to use it on me. And I threw yours away." Her words carried a hint of discomfort and insecurity knowing Natasha's history, it made her uneasy about the prospect of the very same toy being used on her.

"First of all, I don't even plan on using that on you. And secondly, I purchased one myself. It's on the bedside drawer. But I'd rather see what you bought. So show me what you've got."

Wanda hurriedly went to her own side of the closet and retrieved the toy. "I've already washed it and it's ready to be used." The witch said it playfully and Natasha was impressed.

"Very well. We can test it out right now. Remove your clothes and lay on the bed. FRIDAY, keep on playing the song."

Seeing Wanda naked body is gotta be the 8th wonder of the world. Natasha has seen countless of nude women but nothing compares to the beauty that is currently lying on top of her bed. She admired the witch even more through her wandering hands. Flicking the erect nipples which elicited a moan from Wanda.

"Your nipples are so sensitive, baby girl. I want to touch them all the time and make you squirm in desperation." Natasha replaced her hand with her mouth and started sucking on Wanda's breast, constantly biting and nipping the nipple.

"Natasha, please."

"Hmm? What do you want?"

"Please fuck me with your cock." Wanda demanded. She can't stop thinking how Natasha will fuck her using the toy. She had already daydreamed about it, almost forgetting to check out her chosen items that she placed on her online cart.

"Such a desperate kitten. I never peg you to be a cock whore." Natasha continued to taunt the witch but complied with what Wanda wants. She removed her clothes and kneeled on the bed to secure the harness on her waist and adjusted the 7-inch dildo that was hanging proudly in her crotch.

"Why don't you suck my cock first before I fuck you, huh? Come on, Princess."

Wanda's mouth waters at Natasha's command and kneeled in front of the woman, with her ass in the air. She gave Natasha a playful wink before taking the dildo in her mouth slowly.

Natasha gasped the moment Wanda's tongue touched the head of the dildo, she could almost feel how warm Wanda's mouth was on the faux cock. She can't determine whether she's comfortable with this new found sensation or not. "Fucking hell, detka. What have you done?"

"I put a spell on it, baby. It will feel like a real cock is attached to you. Can you feel my tongue swirling around at the tip of your cock, Daddy?" Wanda looked up with her tongue out, teasing the pulsing head.

"Oh God. Yes." The spy groaned at the sight below her. Wanda is taking the whole length in her mouth expertly and she even hollowed her cheek in order to fully accommodate the member. Natasha can hear the obscene slurping sound of Wanda's wet and warm mouth as she sucked her cock, bobbing her head up and down. "Fuck, fuck! Wanda! Slow down!"

Wanda did not slow down her movements at all and aggressively sucked the cock like a starved animal. Natasha can already feel the tightening in her stomach. She grabbed a handful of Wanda's hair and started thrusting her hips. The head touched deep within Wanda's throat which made her gagged and drooled all over the toy. But Natasha didn't care, she continued her thrusts and then blurted out a series of russian curse words as she tried to control the overwhelming sensation in her groin. "Yes, yes! Just like that, Wanda. God, you're so good with that mouth of yours."

The room is filled with grunts coming from the widow and she leaned forward a bit to spank Wanda's ass. "Jesus Christ, baby. You're going to be the death of me. I'm going to cum in your mouth. Wanda!"

Within the next seconds, Wanda whimpered as the widow unloaded her cum inside of Wanda's throat which she happily swallowed.

"Did you like it, Natasha?" The witch surely looked so smug and so proud of herself at the moment. She was able to put Natasha in this blissed out state and she can't wait to do it over and over again.

"You and that magic of yours is something else, baby." This will definitely put their sex life on a whole different level and you will never find Natasha complaining. Some of Natasha's cum leaked from Wanda's mouth and she pushed them back in using her thumb. "Hmm. Lay back, let me take care of you now."

Natasha didn't even waste a second and devoured Wanda's breasts with fervent need. There's nothing she loves more than burying her face on Wanda's tits.

The sounds that Wanda are making are music to Natasha's ears which made her more eager in pleasing the witch. At this point, Wanda is more than ready to be fucked by the faux cock but Natasha want to prolong the foreplay.

"Daddy, please, please, please! I need you to fuck me." Natasha can hear the desperation on Wanda's voice and smirked at her lover's pent up state.

"Patience my love. I want to play with your pussy first." Two fingers dance around Wanda's slippery pussy, throbbing everytime Natasha touches her clit ever so lightly.

"Natasha! Stop teasing me, please!"

"Since you've been a good girl, I'll give you what you want." The widow lined up her cock on Wanda's dripping entrance. She made sure to tease Wanda's clit and to also lubricate the tip of the cock before entering her pussy slowly and gently.

"Ahhhhh. Yes, Daddy. You feel so good inside me." Wanda purred as she felt the fullness of Natasha's cock, almost kissing her cervix. "Please go faster."

Natasha's breath hitched when she felt Wanda's velvety walls around her and how it gripped her length in the most delicious way. She'll make sure to please Wanda in every way possible for creating such a spell for this toy. What an experience this is, her girlfriend is probably the most powerful avenger out there but she's here, casting spells to further spice up their sex lives.

Natasha can't get enough of the sight before her. Wanda's tits are bouncing and moaning from her powerful thrusts. "Baby, you feel so around me. I will ruin your pussy. You hear me?"

"Yes, daddy!"

The bed was squeaking due to Natasha's brutal pounding, making Wanda's eyes roll back at her head. Wanda's back is arching and Natasha had to gripped her waist to hold her down and to seat a perfect rythm.

Natasha then gathered both Wanda legs and put them on each side of her shoulder that way, she can penetrate deeper. "Wanda, baby. You're clenching around me so much. I love it."

This new position is reaching places she thought never existed inside her and damn, she can feel the coil in her stomach, ready to snap at any moment. "My love, I'm going to cum! Plase fuck me harder!"

Ofcourse Natasha obliged Wanda's demands as she can also feel herself being close. "I'm going to cum inside you, okay? You'll be my little cumrag. Would you like that, huh?

"Do whatever you want with me, Daddy! Ahhh! I'm cumm— nghh!"

"Shit, shit. Wanda!'

Both women shared their orgasm in perfect unison, panting heavily after their release. Natasha had to pull out so she could lay down beside Wanda.

"Natasha, you're amazing. Oh my god." Wanda immediately wrapped her arm around Natasha and gave her so many kisses on the face.

"No, baby. You're amazing! Wherever did you learn how to enchant your toy, huh?" Natasha teased Wanda. She was curious as well on how her little witch learned such a thing. As far as she knows, she's been visiting Dr. Strange in order for her to fully grasp and wield her power.

"A lady never tells." Wanda giggled and hid her face at the crook of Natasha's neck.

Natasha sighed and did not push the brunette further. "Alright, keep your secrets then."

"Can you fuck me while you're wearing your suit, love?" Wanda challenged the other woman with a grin on her face.

"You became a demanding vixen now, huh? On your fours, you slut."

***

About a month had passed, and Tony Stark found himself sinking into a state of boredom. It might sound unbelievable, but he had exhausted every possible task. He recalibrated Sam's wings to ensure more efficient flying, boosted the power of Natasha's widow bites, and completed the design for Wanda's suit.

In search of a diversion, he decided to dive into the Avengers' financial history. To his relief, most of them were responsible with their expenses, except for Natasha, who had a penchant for acquiring motorcycle parts for her upgrades. Tony didn't mind their spending habits as long as they remained within legal boundaries.

However, his curiosity was piqued when he came across a recent payment in Wanda's records. It was a charge to the New York hospital, amounting to $200 for an obstetrician's services and an additional $100 for an ultrasound. Tony's mind began to race with questions. Was Wanda pregnant? And if so, how could that be possible when Natasha is her partner? Could they have both sought a donor and undergone in vitro fertilization? A thorough investigation of Wanda's financial records yielded no clues about any pregnancy-related procedures, leaving Tony utterly perplexed.

Determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, he summoned Vision to his lab. The android, he noticed, had taken to wearing regular clothes, abandoning his traditional cape, after Wanda playfully chided him for it. She believed that dressing like a human would make him blend in better, and Vision had taken her advice to heart.

"You called for me, Mister Stark?" Vision inquired, his attire emphasising his commitment to appearing more human.

"Have you noticed anything unusual about Wanda recently, like experiencing occasional nausea or when she doesn't like certain smells?"

"I'm not quite sure what you mean, Sir. Wanda appears to be in good health. She maintains a nutritious diet, and her training with Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff is progressing smoothly." Tony realised that questioning the android about human behavior might not be very productive.

"Well, I did some digging into her financial records, and it turns out she had an ultrasound. Our witch might be preggo."

Vision, curious but still learning about human reproduction, responded, "I've familiarised myself with human anatomy, but how could this be possible when Natasha is her partner? Two women can't naturally conceive a child, can they?"

Tony contemplated the situation and decided on a course of action. "One way to get answers is to speak to the person responsible for this pregnancy. FRIDAY, can you locate Natasha for us?"

"Agent Romanoff is currently in the common area with Miss Belova."

"Perfect. Let's head down there and question Romanoff." Tony and Vision made their way to the common area, determined to uncover the truth about Wanda.

***

After a demanding training session, the two widows had relocated from the common area to the kitchen to whip up a snack and refuel.

"Training with Captain Tight-ass is a lot more fun than with you, sestra," Yelena teased Natasha, her sister's training regimen being famously gruelling and somewhat inhumane, without even granting her a break after an exhausting hand-to-hand combat sequence.

"Admit that I beat you out there; you're getting soft and—"

Natasha's retort was abruptly cut short as Tony and Vision made their unannounced entrance.

"There she is, our soon-to-be mother. Oh! Are you preparing Wanda's cravings?" Tony asked, his tone laced with curiosity and a hint of exasperation

With one hand on her hip, the other clutching a wooden spoon, Natasha gave a puzzled look and responded, "What on Earth are you talking about, Stark?"

"Well, I'm just asking about the bun in Wanda's oven," Tony bluntly stated, clearly not one to beat around the bush.

Yelena stood up, a mix of shock and disbelief on her face. "What the fuck, Natasha! Is Wanda pregnant?"

Natasha, growing increasingly impatient, demanded, "Both of you, shut up! How could Wanda be pregnant?" She didn't even know it was possible unless Wanda's recent spell could manifest this somehow?

Tony couldn't help but relish the unfolding drama. "Wow, Mommy Natasha is completely unaware that her girlfriend might be pregnant. This is getting better and better by the second!"

Vision, attempting to contribute his observations, raised a finger and started, "I have overheard Wanda's cries at night, and it seems like she and Natasha are—"

Natasha issued a stern warning to Vision, her patience wearing thin. "I swear to God, Vision, say one more word, and you'll find yourself disassembled!"

"FRIDAY, please request Wanda's presence in the kitchen." Yelena prompted the AI. The day was quickly spiralling into chaos, and Natasha needed to know whether Wanda was truly pregnant or not.

A few minutes had passed when Wanda finally arrived, her senses instantly tingling with the weird atmosphere in the kitchen. "Uhm, what's happening here?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Natasha, wasting no time, approached Wanda directly and cut right to the chase, "Are you pregnant?"

Wanda, taken aback, responded with confusion, "What? Where did you get that idea?"

Tony took it upon himself to answer Wanda's question. "I did some digging into everyone's financial history, and I noticed a payment made at the New York hospital just three days ago. It was for an obstetrician and an ultrasound. Care to explain that?"

Wanda sighed deeply, a gesture that left Natasha on edge. They were all too aware that the full extent of Wanda's powers remained a mystery, and the possibility of her using magic to become pregnant was entirely possible.

"I helped a lady at the hospital because her card was declined and she needed to pay her bills. So I volunteered to pay for her expenses," Wanda began, recounting the events of that fateful day. The distressed lady had faced an issue with her payment, and Wanda, with her compassionate nature, had stepped in to assist. She locked eyes with Natasha and emphasised, "I am not pregnant, okay?"

A collective sigh of relief swept through the kitchen's occupants, their tension dissipating.

Natasha, her hand resting on her chest, couldn't help but react as she approached Wanda, "You almost gave me a heart attack there, baby. Jesus Christ." The idea of motherhood had always been a daunting prospect for her especially with her past but this incident sparked the possibility of discussing the notion of starting a family together.

"I'm sorry for the scare, Nat," Wanda said, a sly grin spreading across her face. Natasha couldn't help but wish she could wipe the smirk off her lover's face.

Just as the tension in the kitchen seemed to be easing, Steve and Sam entered the scene, catching wind of the situation. Steve, always the inquisitive one, inquired, "What's going on here, guys?"

Tony, quick to provide an update, responded, "We thought our witchy was pregnant, but it turned out she's not. End of story."

Steve, with a mischievous glint in his eye, decided to tease Natasha further, "Natasha, can you be more responsible?"

In response, Natasha shot back, "Mind your own business, Rogers," her retort laden with a playful yet slightly exasperated tone.

After a while, the boys decided to also prepare their respective snacks, and when Natasha was plating their food, Wanda leaned in and whispered to Natasha, "I discovered a song today. I like it so much. I want to share it with you."

"Oh yeah? What is it?" Natasha asked with genuine curiosity and the curiosity indeed killed the cat right after Wanda ordered the AI to play the said song.

The sound system came to life, filling the room with a playful, infectious beat. Natasha was just getting comfortable and was even bobbing her head, but her relaxation was cut off immediately. The lyrics of the song struck her like a lightning bolt, almost giving her the second heart attack of the day when Wanda began rapping them. "Oh God, no."

"Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy

Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy!"