#filo james

[lillieseverywhere]

since we already have a 10 thongs about you jegulus au what about a She's Dating The Gangster (a classic filipino film/book) jegulus au ?? (plsplspls)

[prongsie-kins]

part five of when i met you

this is a filo!james au revolving around james potter courting regulus black in a semi-traditional way

disclaimer: english is NOT my first language and not the type that this would be beautifully written but there might be some grammatical error i didn't notice while editing. also keep in mind that this is my first multichapter fic and im still trying to improve my writing

italicized texts are the translation

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and before I knew, there I was, so in love with you

Regulus is screwed. He is definitely screwed.

Here's the thing.

Every time James speaks to him in Filipino, it's been bothering him not knowing what shit he says to him. So all the time he has been drowned in books in the library—also the times James brings him food—he's searching for solutions.

He did it. He tried to brew a potion before but it's a hassle trying to brew every day just to try to understand James because he basically says shit every chance he gets. Thus he resulted in another result.

A charm.

He immediately tried the incantation after practicing for a little while. The spell gives him the ability to understand other languages he would be hearing.

Shortly after he cast the spell, James joined him at a flowery field near the forbidden forest. He is lying on the grass with a book by his lap. James is sitting beside him blabbering about how he's apparently failing potions lately and is now asking him to tutor him for a while.

After that there was silence. Both were laid on the grass. James was staring at the sky while Regulus silently read. This is nice. Some sort of peace and quiet for a while.

Well, until James broke the silence.

"Sakit ng likod ko, araw-araw ba namang nahuhulog sayo."

My back hurts since I'm falling for you every day. It immediately translates to his brain. Regulus stilled. Was this a one-time thing? Or is it what James says every time he speaks to him in Filipino? Corny flirting lines.

He glanced over at James. He was still staring at the sky. With a goofy grin on his face. He must've felt cocky delivering another line with a clueless Regulus. Clueless or so he thought.

Regulus stayed silent. He continues to read his book though his mind is still lingering on the line James said. His eyes were following the paragraphs he was reading. He turns the page. But the words in the book aren't really processing in his brain.

By the time he realizes he has forgotten about the book he's reading, he's way past an arc so he has to turn back the pages he previously was before James spoke.

He silently hoped that was a one-time thing.

—

It isn't.

The cheesy lines didn't stop at the flowery fields.

Regulus just finished eating and was on the way out of the Great Hall when James walked up to him. Still holding a goblet full of water.

"Where are you headed?" James asked.

"An empty classroom."

"Why?"

"I have to practice spells."

"I'll come with you."

James didn't leave him a chance to disagree since he was already walking ahead of him. After a while, his steps falter as he down the remaining water in his goblet.

"Tubig ka ba?" Are you water?

"Huh?" Regulus asks, bewildered not because he doesn't understand it but because of the nonsensical question.

"Kase malinaw ang pagtingin ko sayo." Because my feelings for you are clear.

He suddenly tripped on his own foot. His hand braced against the floor. "You alright?" James asks.

"No."

He was about to help Regulus up when Sirius suddenly ran in their direction. "Distansya, Prongs. Distansya." Sirius said in a broken accent.

Distance, Prongs. Keep your distance. It translates to him.

He has to keep a chuckle coming out of his mouth. It sure is hard trying to keep a straight face and pretending you can't understand them.

—

It doesn't have to take a while before James says another line. He simply saw Regulus walking in the corridor. He was previously in the quidditch field after a practice, on his way back to their common room.

"Hey, Reg," James greeted.

"I told you to stop with that name."

"Should I call you love instead?" He definitely doesn't need the spell to understand it instead.

He subtly lowers his head. "No."

But it's not even the worst. While walking, they both saw a student 3rd wheeling to a friend. James saw this as a chance to say another cheesy line. Still assuming Regulus wouldn't understand him.

"Dami na single sa mundo, gusto mo bawasan natin." There are already too many single people in the world, would you like us to reduce that number together?

This time, Regulus chokes on his own spit. Coughing fitfully. James has to pat his back to slightly soothe it. "Careful Reg, I wouldn't want you to die choking."

"Why not?"

"Ikagagalit ba ng multo kung mas takot akong mawala ka?" Would the ghosts be angry if I'm more afraid of losing you?

Too much. It's too much.

James probably saw how he became a blushing mess after James said flirty lines. He just kept going and going.

He's the one that's supposed to be cocky. Understanding everything James says without him knowing. Why is this happening? This is torture.

His heart keeps pounding. That doesn't sound right. It's not supposed to beat that fast.

Why can James make him feel things with all the little things he does?

It's not just the packed food. The cheesy lines. The way he clings to him like he hasn't got anything else to do. The way he annoys Sirius just by sticking to him.

Not just the way he always joins him studying hence giving him a comforting warmth knowing he's right there by his side. Even on his bad days when doesn't feel like interacting with people. James is always the first to notice. Giving him a pat on his cheek and then not bothering him for the rest of the day.

He's definitely not doing this to his friends.

"Why are you doing this, James?"

James is obviously taken aback. He thought Regulus was okay with him clinging since it's been a long time before he asked why he did the things he did to him. His smile falters slightly before grinning much wider than before. "Kasi nga nililigawan kita. I've told you a hundred times." Because I'm courting you.

"Was that all it was?" Regulus asks. He's done pretending to be oblivious. Done being in denial. "You courting me this whole time? Without even me knowing?"

James' jaw dropped. "Wha..what?"

"Yes, James. I understand you. Every single time."

"How?"

"That's my secret to tell."

"Is that way you turn all red every time I say pick-up lines to you?"

"No, James stop it."

"Oh my, Reggie." He sighs dramatically. "That must've been hard trying to keep a straight face."

"Is this the blessing Sirius was talking about? Him allowing you to court me?"

"Sirius is all bullshit. He doesn't even let me near you. On the bottom line, he's not angry every time I pursue you."

"Are you sure?"

"About what, Reg?"

"About me."

"Oh, love," James coos, cupping his face. "You know there are three kinds of view, side view, front view, I love you."

"...what?"

"Admit it, it's brilliant."

"No, it's not, James." He was about to walk ahead when he stopped. Seems like he forgot something.

"Your shoelaces are untied." Regulus comments. James looks down at his now untied. "Don't forget to tie your shoelace, love. I don't want you falling for someone else."

James was left there. Staring dazedly at where Regulus previously was.

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[horiizonsstuff]

i refuse to move to 2023 without one CSTM fanart so i made fanart. @bruhstation this is for u beshie 😘

My favorite Filipino girlbossings who carried CSTM!!!! They own Act 1 because I said so.

Did Oliver in Ibis and did James in Medibang. Slay.

Was gonna make fanart of Gordon or something but went apeshit when these bitches were revealed to be Filipinos so uhm did God's work 😘 (James is half filo but whatever 🙄)

[doorlene]

james potter is filipino simply because im filipino too!!!!

[chwelvr]

someone pls recommend me moriarty the patriot AU's x readers rn ☹️

[bbina]

if pogi typer si wonbin then jeje typer si sungchan LMAO

JEJE TYPER HAMBOG NG SAGPRO KREW JUNG SUNGCHAN IN THE HAUUUSSSSSS 🤪😝

sungchan jeje typings … x0ri h4 i2 lang aq eh... sana inde nalang aq ganto paRa gUst0 mo ko dba? pw3de ba tau nalang? an hind1? sensy@ na wla t@lag4 nagkakagust0 sa wlang kw4ntäng tăō OMISM SSOB 🫡

[wonyoiz]

Pa-umaga; Jungwon filo smut au 🔞

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taglish, cuss words, teasing, laplapan, kantutan, car fun BASTA BASTOS BAWAL SA BATA

You would be lying if you said his last message didn’t make you need him more. Lagi kayong nag ba-bar to unwind before or after a good fuck. Madalas niyong ginagawa ito, for thrill they say. The night would either end well or end with a mukhang-hindi-mabasa written on your face dahil sa selos. Jungwon often wears his black eyeglasses outside which makes him look nerd, pulling girls left and right, and he knows damn well you don’t like the idea of it. Sinasadya niyang pag-selosin ka dahil tinitigasan siya whenever you act possessive. Girls usually think of him as someone who is pure as milk, nerd, and innocent that makes them want to use him. Little did they know that the innocent guy they know is the same guy who’s begging you, dominating you, and of course, fucking you.

He becomes a completely different person the moment he’s alone with you or even just when he catches sight of you. Ganiyan kalala tama niya sa’yo na baka kahit isang haplos lang ng kamay mo sa hita ni Jungwon ay tigasan na siya and you’d always end up getting fucked.

You eventually made your way back to your table, and Jungwon soon followed. The moment his hand rested on your waist, accompanied by a subtle squeeze, it was as if a jolt of electricity coursed through you, leaving you visibly stunned. You’re aware sa kung ano ginagawa niya dahil alam niya rin kung gaano kayo nagtitimpi hawakan ang isa’t isa. Inusog ka niya sa harapan niya at biglang idiniin ang katawan sayo, tangina damang dama mo yung tumutusok sa pwetan mo and it’s hard as fuck. Parang kinikiliti ka sa leeg mo dahil sa hangin na lumabas sa pag-tawa ni Jungwon. He leaned in close to your neck and whispered, “Dama mo?”

Tumawa na naman siya bago idiin lalo, slowly thrusting his clothed dick behind you. “Tigas ‘di ba? Kasalanan mo ‘yan.”At dahil puta ka, you can’t help but let out a soft moan. Umupo agad siya na parang wala lang nangyari. Kitang kita na naman sa mukha mo yung inis dahil sa pambibitin ni Jungwon

As Jungwon sat down, a smirk played on his lips, fully aware of the frustration he was causing you. He casually took a sip from his drink, eyes never leaving yours, as if daring you to make the next move. The heat between you was palpable, and every nerve in your body was on edge, craving his touch and the release he so expertly withheld.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, you leaned over the table, your voice low and dripping with desire. "Quit teasing. Alam mo naman kung ano gusto kong mangyari.”He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence, but the glint in his eyes told you he was far from done playing. "Oh? And what exactly do you want, baby?" he asked, his tone laced with mockery

"Don't play dumb," you shot back, frustration evident in your voice. "You know damn well what I want." He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine.

"Maybe I do," he said, leaning in closer until his lips were just inches from yours. "But where's the fun in giving in so easily?"

You clenched your fists, trying to control the overwhelming urge to drag him out of the bar and into the nearest dark corner. But before you could respond, he stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him.

"Tara na." he said, his voice suddenly serious, leaving no room for argument.

Jungwon's grip on your wrist tightened as he led you swiftly out of the alley and toward his car. Jungwon's grip on your wrist tightened as he led you swiftly out of the alley and toward his car.

The moment the door closed, he was on you. His hands found your waist, pulling you onto his lap as he settled into the driver’s seat. The interior was dim, shadows playing across his face, highlighting the dark, hungry look in his eyes. You could barely catch your breath before his lips crashed into yours, the kiss aggressive and desperate. His hands roamed your body with purpose, gripping your hips, meeting each other's thrusts in perfect sync. Ramdam na ramdam mo yung hulma ng tite ni Jungwon kahit naka pantalon siya.

“Ah.. Kanina mo pa ako binabaliw, tangina.” Jungwon moaned between kisses, his voice rough with need. His hands slid up your thighs, fingertips brushing close between your legs.

“Putangina?” He finally noticed. “Ito ba dahilan?” Walang sabing hinawakan ni Jungwon ang puke mo, slowly rubbing your clit.

“Do you wear skirts to flaunt how much of a slut you are? Kailan mo pa tinanggal panty mo?” Hindi ka na halos makasagot because of the pleasure he’s giving you. Ungol lang ang tanging sagot mo sa tanong niya kaya’t binilisan niya pa lalo ang paghimas sa puke mo at saka pinasok ang dalawang daliri, making you grip on his shoulders tightly.

“Ah.. kanina.. sa cr— Fuck you..” apat na daliri na ang pinasok niya matapos mong sumagot. You can feel every inch of his fingers—neither too large nor too small, but perfectly sized to fit inside you. The sensation is intense, as the fingers press and curl against your sensitive walls, hitting just the right spots. Each movement and touch is precise, creating waves of pleasure that seem perfectly tailored to your body’s needs.

Ang isang kamay niya naman ay pumunta sa baba mo sabay sabi ng “Tongue, baby.” Agad mo rin naman siyang sinunod na para bang you’re made to obey whatever he says. Nilabas mo ang dila mo bago ka niya sunggaban ng halik. Dila sa dila.. he swirled his tongue inside your mouth. Alam na alam niya kung ano ang gagawin, kabisado niya na rin ang bawat parte ng katawan mo and it never failed to impress you. Marami ka nang nakahalikan pero iba si Jungwon. He’s just too good for you.

You moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by the intensity of his kiss as your hips instinctively rocked against him, seeking friction. But just as the tension reached its peak, Jungwon pulled back with a smirk on his lips.

“Sa tingin mo laplap lang ibibigay ko sa’yo?” he murmured, voice dripping with dark amusement as he gripped your hips firmly, stopping your movements. You whined in protest, trying to grind against him, but his hold was unyielding.

“Please, Jungwon…” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with desperation.

“Can’t hear you, baby.” he teased, raising an eyebrow as he stared into your eyes, savoring every second of your submission.

Napakagat ka sa labi mo dahil alam mong nang-aasar na naman yung isa, the taste of the alcohol he drank still lingers on your tongue. “Please, just fuck me already.”

Jungwon's eyes darkened, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest as he leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. “Marunong ka naman pala mag-salita,” he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

In one swift motion, he tugged down the fabric of your skirt, revealing just enough of what he wanted. His fingers swiftly and skillfully reached your pussy, tracing delicate circles, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips.

“Fuck, basang-basa…” he muttered, his voice filled with satisfaction as he continued his torturous teasing, his fingers never giving you the full relief you craved. “All because of a little teasing in the bar?”

Tanging pag-tango lang ang nasagot mo sa kanya, barely able to form words as his fingers worked their magic. But just when you thought he might finally give you what you wanted, he stopped, pulling his hand away completely. You were about to speak, but the look in his eyes silenced you.

Without warning, Jungwon unbuttoned his jeans, releasing his hardened length, the sight of it making your mouth water. He didn’t waste any time; he gripped your hips and positioned you above him, the head of his cock brushing against your entrance.

“Let’s quit with the teasing. Kantutin na kita, please..”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, moaning loudly as he stretched you, filling you up completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had your head spinning. Tangina, ang laki niya.

Jungwon let out a guttural groan as he bottomed out inside you, his hands still gripping your hips, guiding your movements. “Mhmm- Fuck, ang sarap mo,” he hissed through gritted teeth as he began to thrust up into you, setting a brutal pace that had you seeing stars.

Napapaliyad ka na sa bawat hagod ng tite niya sa loob ng puke mo habang si Jungwon naman ay napapakagat na ng labi as he throws his head back because of how tight you are kahit ilang beses ka na niyang napasukan.

You couldn’t hold back your cries of pleasure as he fucked you hard, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. The car was filled with the sounds of your desperate moans and the slick, wet noises of your bodies colliding. His hand found its way to your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat with just enough pressure to make you feel even more powerless under his control.

“Nakikita mo ba sarili mo?” Jungwon asked, his grip on your neck tightening as he pounded into you relentlessly. “Halos kilala ka na nga sa uni bilang santo pero here you are.. so fucking desperate for my cock.” Hindi ka na naman makasagot dahil sa pagsunggab niya sa leeg mo, leaving marks for people to see.

“Only I get to fuck you like this, naiintindihan mo ba?” he asked, waiting for your answer.

“Yes,” you gasped, barely able to breathe as the pressure of his hand and the intensity of his thrusts pushed you closer and closer to your climax “Ikaw lang.”

“Good,” his voice thick with lust as he drove into you harder, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re begging me to.”

And he didn’t. He kept you on the edge for what felt like an eternity, pulling you back from the brink of release only to push you closer again, until you were nothing but a mess in his arms.

Jungwon looks so hot under you.. na kahit sa simpleng pagtulo ng pawis niya eh nalilibugan ka. You’re riding him pero he doesn’t let you do all the work and that’s what you like about him compared sa mga dating naka fubu mo, mga makasarili amputa sariling libog lang iniisip. You two have been fucking for almost four months already and you would be lying kapag sinabi mong hindi mo siya gusto romantically. Typical lore na nahuhulog sa ka-fubu. Lala ng attachment issues mo par. Paano ba naman kasi, after care niyang ipag-luto at alagaan ka kaya sinong hindi mahuhulog sa ganiyan?

…

And fucking finally, when you couldn’t take it anymore, when every nerve in your body was screaming for release, Jungwon gripped your hips tightly and slammed you down onto him one last time, sending you crashing over the edge into oblivion. You screamed his name as the pleasure washed over you in waves, your body convulsing around him as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were completely spent.

With a final, deep thrust, nilabas ni Jungwon ang tite niya bago labasan nang tuluyan, nanginginig pa siya habang tumatalsik sa katawan mo ang tamod niya. He held you tightly against him, his breathing heavy and ragged in your ear.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you too lost in the aftermath of what had just happened. But eventually, Jungwon loosened his grip on you, his hands gently stroking your back as you caught your breath, He gently brushed the hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ears with a tender touch.

Jungwon gently pulled you off his lap, carefully adjusting you so you were seated beside him in the shotgun seat. His touch was now tender, a stark contrast to the rough, demanding energy of a moment ago. At dahil bare minimum enjoyer ka, kuhang-kuha ka na naman ni Jungwon.

He reached over to grab a small, clean towel from the glove compartment and handed it to you. "Here," he said softly, his voice warm and reassuring. "Clean up."

As you finished cleaning yourself up, he took the towel from you and tossed it aside, then pulled you into a gentle hug. Wala na, baliw ka na ata talaga sa kaniya. His arms were warm and comforting, wrapping around you protectively. "Ayos ka lang?" he asked, his tone sincere.

You nodded, leaning into his chest. "Of course."

He stroked your hair, his fingers running soothingly through the strands. "I'm sorry if I got too rough," he said, his voice filled with genuine regret. “Sarap mo kasi,” biro niya, kahit totoo naman.

Hinampas mo siya nang mahina sa braso pero gago kinilig ka lang dahil naramdaman mo ang biceps niya, lumalaki na talaga lalo ang katawan niya dahil sa pag g-gym. Even his chest were much bigger than last month.

“Tara na hatid na kita.”

You smiled, appreciating the thoughtfulness behind his offer. "Sure," you said, feeling a warm glow at the way he was taking care of you.

Jungwon nodded, starting the car with a smooth motion. He drove effortlessly, his left hand resting on the window while his right hand guided the wheel. Occasionally, he glanced at you with a warm smile.

[kquil]

POLY MARAUDERS | FILIPINO COOKING

request. : Could i request a 🍪 with poly!marauders x filo!reader, please? Maybe reader decides to make traditional filipino food for dinner and the boys ask reader some questions while eating since they're interested in learning about the culture and the multiple languages too? I'm not sure if this is too much, so feel free to do whatever you'd like! ⏤ @lyne-lyne

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“What was that, James?” you ask, looking up from your food at the man in question. His mouth was stuffed full of food so it was no wonder that you didn’t understand a word he said. 

“Chew your food first, James,” Remus scolds as Sirius laughs at James’s hilarious appearance, jabbing at his shoulder with a finger before quickly returning to his own plate of food. 

“This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted!” James finally praises after chewing through his mouthful and swallowing, “I didn’t know chicken could taste so good!” he continues as you smile humbly, trying to restrain your ear-to-ear grin and making your cheeks hurt. 

“James is right,” Sirius agrees with a lick of his lips, “just wow! You’re such a good cook and this adobo is addicting!” knowing that Sirius grew up eating very refined dishes from the renowned gastronome of french cuisine, his flattering words filled your heart with warmth and pride. You were nervous to cook for them at first but they begged and pleaded with you, insisting on the basis that they wanted to know more about your culture. Naturally, food was the first thing you thought of. Now, you have a feeling that they would be begging you to cook Filipino cuisine for them weekly, maybe even multiple times a week.   

“If you think that’s good, you guys need to try this pork dish…” Remus looks towards you with a pause that you are quick to pick up on. 

“It’s called Lechon Kawali,” Remus thanks you with a smile and a nod before continuing. 

“The brown sauce goes so well with it too,” the brunette continues, dipping a pork piece into the sauce and humming in content from the flavour that explodes in his mouth. It’s such a new but pleasant taste that he becomes a little upset that you didn’t cook for them sooner; such recipes needed sharing and wider recognition.

“Thank you,” you giggle, realising that Remus had abandoned his utensils in favour of eating with his hands, only using his spoon for the rice when balancing out the flavours. 

“If you’re gonna suggest that then save some for us, Moony,” Sirius whines upon looking over and realising that Remus was making good progress on eating up the lechon.

“You snooze, you lose, Padfoot,” it was rare to see such flagrant delinquent behaviour from Remus that even James stopped eating before laughing loudly. 

“Good food really is the way to a man’s heart,” James chuckles, eventually settling on staring at you adoringly from across the table. 

“Very true,” Remus agrees without opposition and gives a casual shrug.

“After this, I might have to go and buy a ring, huh, Dollface?” Sirius winks at you and, for once, you can’t tell whether he’s being playful or earnest. 

With a racing heart, you stand from the table and slowly back away to the kitchen, “h-how about dessert?” your suggestion immediately makes their eyes light up, “There’s Bibingka and Turon,”

Sirius smirks, eyeing you up and down, “sounds delicious, dollface,” 

a/n : thank you again for requesting this, darling, it feels so good to know i have my fellow filipinos out there supporting me too!

the picnic : 1k milestone event

[2nv-diary]

si paraluman | chapter one on ao3

cove james holden x original female character

tinuruan mo ang puso ko(na umibig ng tunay)

word count : 1848

note: i was playing baxter's route and suddenly 'huling el bimbo', a filo song, popped into my head bc haha they're dancing in that route amirite anyways heres cove with his dancer crush

If you told Cliff Holden that it’d only take twenty dollars to make his son the happiest man alive, he would’ve doubted you through the ocean and back. Moving to Sunset Bird thanks to a lottery he’d recently won would only make things difficult as it’d mean they’d be moving away from Kyra, and the thought of broken family would only worsen Cove’s already foul mood ever since he’d learnt of his parents splitting. So to say that it’d take a measly twenty dollar bill to relieve him of all his son’s fears of growing apart and growing up, Cliff would say it’s too good to be true.

At least, that’s what the situation looked like until a perfect opportunity lands itself on him in the form of a child said to be Cove’s age walking closer. A child wearing shells for bracelets and necklaces rattling and clashing against each other with every skip she’d make, her arms swinging in pure joy as he assumes she’s making her way back home after a long day. The sun has started to set, after all. She must’ve burnt daylight doing all sorts of things, and judging by the large bag slung on her shoulder, Cliff knows this really must be the little girl the Oceanis family have talked about. When she was almost within the condominium’s vicinity, he could spot the bottles of sequins, beads, and shells inside her macrame bag, along with what must be a work in progress with the way it’s stuck in pins and clips. An artist, Cliff muses.

The little Oceanis slows down her skipping when she spots him standing up on the porch. He takes note of her confusion at the missing “For Sale” sign and while she puts two and two together, he takes the initiative to beckon her over, waving politely when their eyes meet. Just like her two mothers, Godina Oceanis is as vibrant and approachable. This was Cliff’s first impression of her, so with a good introduction out of the way, that puts him in a green light to ask her a favor regarding his son, Cove James Holden–who is nowhere to be found at the moment.

Living in Sunset Bird means you either are living comfortably, or, like Cliff, have won the lottery to have a house and just need to maintain it–relatively much easier than buying the house in the first place. So, really, he shouldn’t be surprised when Godina’s ocean blue eyes widen in bewilderment at the twenty dollar bill in his hand. Even Cliff himself would admit later on that this was indeed a weird way to make friends for his son, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and Godina was his only hope.

Godina shakes her head at his request, shoving his hand back to him. He is about to beg the kid to reconsider when she actually offers to be Cove’s friend regardless of the money, which delights him to no end. He tells her he’d definitely bring his son over–and it’s this time it dawns on him again that his son is still missing in action. Sighing for the nth time that day, Cliff makes another request of Godina, who thankfully agrees to help him find her new playmate, and dashes off with the promise that she’ll find him for sure; since she knows the area more than he does, Cliff supposes she definitely has a bigger chance than he will in doing the finding.

She does indeed find Cove, sitting idly at the Oceanis’ backyard-slash-hilltop. She spots him crying that time, and for the first time, he feels a familial warmth of another person that wasn’t either of his parents. And when he faces her, aquamarine eyes meet oceanic ones. Both shades of the ocean and sea blink at one another and in Cove’s mind, the world stills. There is something therapeutic about gazing into the orbs that remind him of his love of the sea, and it definitely was one of the reasons he immediately found a liking towards his new neighbor who was now encouraging him to answer to his father’s calls–wait…

He snaps out of his daydream when he feels himself being lifted off the ground, and he can only reach back for his newfound friend who stands up to greet Cliff and reassure her mothers that she and her new playmate were fine and well–while pacifying Cove whom she noticed was tensing the moment he was reunited with his dad. While she didn’t know anything about him, she still comforted him like it was a second nature, and for that, Cliff thinks he really found a good deal by moving to Sunset Bird that day.

And the feeling only solidified when Cove visited the next day while his first friend in the neighborhood was in the middle of dance practice. The door to their apartment opens and he stares at shimmering beads and textured frills and fringes, the movement flowing from none other than Godina Oceanis. While they were expecting a visitor by that time, Noelani let Godina finish the track she was practicing to before announcing their guests for today.

Cliff nudges his son to say ‘hi’ to Godina who had just started packing up her things from the carpet to make her way towards them. Cove watches the blue haired lass hop over the foyer to greet them in return, before grabbing his hand and pulling him upstairs before their parents could even tell them what to do. Pamela laughs while Noelani apologizes to Cliff for her behavior, all while the latter insists it’s fine as long as Cove enjoys his time up there.

‘Up there’, in Godina’s room, Cove is stunned yet again when he finds reflections of light bouncing off on him when he enters. He’s quick to notice the sparkles coming from the sequins pasted on the walls as well as the sea glass chandelier hanging on the ceiling, catching sunlight by its slope. While some people would probably have a lot to say about her room, Cove could only call it ‘pretty’–and he means well, he promises. He’s at a loss for words not because of something bad, but because there really aren’t many words he knows of that would capture what this room made him feel.

He’s only able to move on from it when Godina herself snaps him out of his daze, shaking something before him. Glancing down, he is faced with a wooden grid box full of shells. Iridescent ones, pearlescent ones, and marbled ones all displayed in a neat fashion covered with a thick acrylic sheet. Cove thinks it’s neat for when earthquakes happen as he’s learnt from Godina that day that acrylic will break into larger pieces than glass therefore easier to clean up.

Seeing his interest piqued still–she now knows that his eyes can speak volumes and uses it all the time from then on–she slides the acrylic off and lets him pick up whichever one he likes. That whole day, they discuss scientific terms Cove’s never heard other kids speak of before. At first, he’d thought Godina was an artsy one, a kid with an impeccable eye for design. After that day, he learnt that she was also knowledgeable in marine biology–that in itself is already two achievements Cove is in awe of her for.

But there was another thing about Godina Oceanis that little Cove James Holden didn’t know he would soon fall in love with her for and that was her dancing. During one of his visits to her room again, they talked about things new budding friends would talk about: hobbies and interests. And while Godina could tell by now what Cove likes and dislikes, it still is better to hear it coming from him himself. Cove was shy about it, only ever agreeing to her observations that he likes the beach–and food, she teased–and turned the conversation to be about her instead. So she talked. Like a student to their teacher, Cove sat and listened as she told him about her love for the antique, the old ways of life. ‘Modernity is so boring’, he’d hear her say. She’d get up sometimes, and enact famous Philippine stars from movies of old. To impress her that time, he’d stayed up late to binge watch all the classics, even if some movies were in a language he didn’t understand. It was all worth it, he thinks, because now that he’s seen physical proof, he’s certain Godina looks like someone in those movies.

Paraluman , a stage name turned adjective for goddess-like features. Elegance and propriety combined into being, and Cove thinks Godina doesn’t even need to try to embody Paraluman. Even the way she is now, there’s no need for improvement anymore. (Of course, he never tells her that to her face. It’ll be his secret just as Cliff’s secret is giving her twenty bucks as bribe money.) That moment was the turning point in his life where he’d just like Godina better than anyone; eating what she likes(“Godina said we were having burgers.” to which Elizabeth would reply an exasperated “If Godina jumped off a cliff, would you?” and a whole lecture was made after Elizabeth was met with a silent Cove actually pondering the idea), joining anything only if she was there(The whole game where Cove would only play whatever role Godina chose first only to piss off Elizabeth resulting in their massive fight)... Anything was never just Godina’s now that the Oceanis and Holden family know better than to separate the two. It will always be Godina’s and Cove’s.

And what was Godina’s most loved hobby was now also Cove’s recent fixation. He’d insisted on coming over more often now because of those dancing lessons; even if he trips, falls, steps on her feet, Godina never complained about him and he thinks her a saint for being this patient. (He soon learns it’s because she was just as excited at having a partner to dance with, eagerly making him costumes that matched with hers–just like the one he first saw her in–in light enough material that wouldn’t cause irritation for him and his cast.)

Speaking of his cast, it was terribly difficult to watch him fumble with only one arm to practice with, but Pamela and Noelani stayed by their side with encouraging smiles, clapping along with the rhythm of the music. It made Godina smile, which in turn, slowly made him grin as well. Sometimes Elizabeth would ruin the fun and tease him for awkwardly swaying while his dance partner does it so flawlessly, but he never needs to defend himself because his blue haired friend is always to the rescue even when he has to admit ‘Lizzie’ was right–Godina was so breathtaking in every dance she performs, be it the boogie or the cha-cha. (He knows better than to refute her defenses, though. She’s just as, if not more, stubborn as him.)

[calithso]

filo oomfs,

mavuika but randomatic by james reid.

thank you.

[sebbianas]

filo!james uses the expression “anak ng tokwa” on a regular basis

[ptolomia]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Oneshots:

Warm Silk, Cold Metal

Summary: What happens when you want to do a certain trend involving silk ribbons and biceps with your boyfriend?

Dream a little dream of me🔞

Summary: You have an unfinished dream of Bucky, he atones for it.

Series:

Poison either way

Summary: Ivory “Ivy” Demitrius a daughter of the goddess Demeter is blessed with the ability to produce sicknesses and cures alike. As an agent of SHIELD and an Avenger, she must embark on a mission with her sworn enemy, James “Bucky” Barnes. Could two weeks in Milan mend their relationship, or will it tear them further?

Bucky x Fem!Asian!OC (Filo specifically.)

Don’t hesitate to message me if you want to be added to my taglist for any character or series. 🫶

[prongsie-kins]

part four of when i met you

this is a filo!james au revolving around james potter courting regulus black in a semi-traditional way

disclaimer: english is NOT my first language and not the type that this would be beautifully written but there might be some grammatical error i didn't notice while editing. also keep in mind that this is my first multichapter fic and im still trying to improve my writing

translation at the bottom, italicized text is when they are speaking french because idk french

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you gave the world to me

"Have you seen my parchment?" Regulus asks while searching the table.

James doesn't say anything for a while so he has to glance up at him. The guy insisted on him to study at the library. Regulus got distracted reading a book so he lost sight of the parchment he was writing on.

"Potter, did you know where it is?" Regulus repeated.

James pursed his lips without looking away from the book he was reading.

"Huh?" He asked, bewildered.

James only pursed his lips even more.

"Just speak, Potter. I have no idea what are you doing."

"It's right there." Once again, James pursed his lips. This time, pointing his head towards a certain direction.

"Are you asking for a kiss right now?"

"No, I said it's right there," James insists, pursing his lips again.

Regulus sighs, actually leaning in before being stopped by James pressing his palms on his lips. "Wait, you're actually considering it? The parchment's right there."

He smacks James at the back of his head. "Why'd you use your lips then? Just point where it is."

"I'm more focused on the fact that you considered kissing me just 'cause I said so." James smirks, not so subtly leaning towards Regulus' side.

"Distance, Prongs," Sirius suddenly interrupts. "Keep your distance."

"When did you even get here?"

"I told you I would keep an eye on you."

"Tangina naman neto oh"*, James murmured, scratching the back of his hair.

"Putain de marde, Prongs. Don't cuss at me in tagalog assuming I can't understand you." Sirius snapped.

"Gago wala naman akong maintindihan sa sinasabi mo. Tarantado ka ba?"**

"You asked for my blessing. Just keep a distance."

"Blessing? What blessing?" Regulus asked which went unnoticed.

"Pa'no ko siya liligawan kung nakasamid ka sa bawat ginagawa ko."***

Regulus can only switch glances between the two men arguing. "You two look like idiots."

"Shut up, Reg," They both say in unison.

"Not on my watch, Prongs."

"But you're always around!" James complains.

—

"So," James started. "Were you really trying to kiss me back in the library when you thought I wanted one?"

"Fuck off, James." Regulus really hopes his blank face can hide his flustered expression.

"No, no, let's keep talking about it."

"Why'd you go here, anyway? It's late."

"You weren't at the Great Hall today. I figured you hadn't eaten yet. I made this." James handed Regulus another circular Tupperware, color yellow this time.

By the time Regulus opens it after getting back to his dorm, an aromatic scent hits him. What greeted him seemed to be white rice with an odd-looking red meat. It looks fried with a slightly charred hint of melted sugar.

The predominantly sweet, garlicky, and slightly peppery taste is what reaches his taste buds. The meat that seems to be pork is incredibly soft. He can't help but let out a quiet moan while chewing.

With the food James kept giving him, he might gain weight sooner or later. He still didn't know what his agenda was. Even with his embarrassing stunt at the library, Regulus is quite sure James is doing it just as friends. His friends were just confusing him.

That is how James really is. He is clingy. He's sweet. He's considerate. He's flirty. That's just how the man is around his friends. He certainly does it around them too.

Like the way he always notices when Regulus hasn't eaten anything. The way he always gives him food and always tells him all these cheesy lines he barely understands since it's in another language.

How he unknowingly makes Regulus' heart flutter. How he made the stoic, cold, often emotionally devoid Regulus Black feel flustered. He does that to all his friends. That is where they are getting to, right?

Right?

—

"Prongs," Peter started. "Can I have one of that tocino you're making?"

"No."

Next

———

*"Tangina naman neto oh." - This motherfucker.

**"Gago wala naman akong maintindihan sa sinasabi mo. Tarantado ka ba?" - I don't understand a word you said, asshole. Are you kidding me?

***"Pa'no ko siya liligawan kung nakasamid ka sa bawat ginagawa ko." - How am I supposed to court him if you're keeping an eye on every move I do.

[ambrenoir]

DALLA PAGINA FB DI SEBASTIANO ALICATA

UN DESTINO INTRECCIATO

È stato recuperato anche l’ultimo corpo dentro il Bayesan, quello della figlia 18enne di Mike Lynch, ed ora il veliero "inaffondabile" che è stato per qualche giorno la tomba di sei persone, giace a 50 metri di profondità in fondo al mare siciliano con 18.000 litri di carburante e tutte le prove che potranno aiutare a capire le dinamiche di un naufragio su cui ci sono ancora dei punti poco chiari. Ci vorranno settimane se non mesi e pare almeno 15 milioni di dollari per riportare l'imbarcazione in superficie.

Recuperare il relitto del Bayesian non serve solo per l’inchiesta. Lo yacht valeva circa 30 milioni di euro. E secondo il The Sun l’assicurazione stipulata aveva un massimale di 2 miliardi di euro. Con buona probabilità nei prossimi mesi si aprirà una lunga battaglia legale tra gli ospiti e la società che gestisce l’imbarcazione per accertare tutte le cause e i rimborsi. Capire cosa è successo servirà anche a decidere il ruolo delle assicurazioni.

Ovviamente man mano che i giorni passano i misteri aumentano. Cominciano ad esserci ombre sull’equipaggio e sul comandante e sul perché sia andata così, visto che ora si sa che il tempo che è servito affinché il mare inghiottisse lo yacht è di 16 minuti, quindi verosimilmente un tempo sufficiente e mettere in sicurezza tutti e ad evacuare l’imbarcazione completamente.

Si aggiunge poi il mistero delle mail a cui non rispondeva più il comandante James Cutfield. L’agenzia marittima che si occupava dello yacht e ne seguiva gli spostamenti fa sapere : “Gli ultimi contatti con il comandante Cutfield prima di Ferragosto, poi il silenzio”.

Ma è curioso anche lo strano legame tra il Bayesian e il Titanic. Il nome dell’armatore del Titanic, il famoso John Pierpont Morgan, uno dei banchieri e uomini d’affari più ricchi degli Usa, è infatti legato al naufragio del Bayesian tramite un filo sottile che rende ancora più incredibile tutta la vicenda. Il signor Morgan è stato fondatore della General Electric ma anche della Drexel, Morgan e Co. divenuta poi appunto JP Morgan (dalle iniziali del suo nome), multinazionale statunitense di servizi finanziari con sede a New York.

Nel 1935 il nipote Henry Sturgis Morgan, dopo essersi fatto le ossa nella banca del nonno, fondò assieme a Henry Stanley la banca d’affari Morgan Stanley, proprio quella presieduta da una delle facoltose vittime del Bayesian, Jonathan Bloomer, uno che nel settore era considerato un vero e proprio gigante dei servizi finanziari. Ed ecco come i destini del naufragio del Titanic (in cui morirono 1.518 persone, a causa delle poche scialuppe disponibili) e del veliero naufragato al largo di Palermo sono in qualche modo intrecciati tra loro.

Come se non bastasse c’è un’altra coincidenza che lega all’Italia questa facoltosa e storica famiglia a stelle e strisce: il signor JP Morgan scampò al disastro del Titanic perché non si imbarcò ma morì, guarda caso, nel sonno il 31 marzo 1913 (nemmeno un anno dopo l’affondamento) proprio a Roma, in una suite dell’Hotel Plaza, dove si trovava in vacanza.

Alla lunga sequela di strane coincidenze, misteri, sfortune e sorprendenti catene di errori umani fatti da un equipaggio esperto, si aggiungono anche le testimonianze dei pescatori del posto che hanno affermato: “E' inspiegabile che una nave di quelle dimensioni sia affondata. Qui il maltempo poi non lo conosciamo. Quando arriva ci coprono Capo Zafferano e Capo Gallo. Questo tratto di mare è il più tranquillo del mondo”.

Insomma, qualunque cosa sia successa, la morale di questa storia e del i filo che lega il Titanic al Bayesian è che si può essere anche i più ricchi e potenti del mondo, ma quando la “sfortuna” (chiamiamola così) ti punta, ti raggiungerà anche nel punto più tranquillo in cui ti sei rifugiato e non avrai scampo.

Però forse c’è un modo per evitarla: comportarsi bene.

#sebastianoalicat

[conarcoin]

been making a smplive nextgen au... besides skipper we have (designs in ponytown bc i cant draw)

cooper/joko/travis polything have filo (left, he/him) and sage (right, they/them)

poke/james/sneeg polything have lyra (left, she/her) and orion (right, he/him)

i'm still figuring out stuff but yea ^_^

[vefa321]

Sette: il numero magico.

Dai sette peccati capitali alle sette meraviglie del mondo.

Nulla viene tralasciato.

Qualche esempio con il numero sette dalla scienza alla funzione cinematografica.

📌7 colori dell’arcobaleno,

📌7 note musicali,

📌7 giorni della settimana,

📌7 anni (età della ragione),

📌7 chakra (per veicolare l’energia),

📌7 anni (per il rinnovamento delle cellule umane),

📌7 meraviglie del mondo,

📌7 bracci del candelabro sacro ebraico,

📌7 raggi (Alice Bailey),

📌7 peccati capitali,

📌7 sacramenti,

📌7 virtù (teologali),

📌7 invocazioni (nel Padre nostro),

📌7 leghe (gli stivali delle),

📌7 mogli (di Barbablù),

📌i 7 mercenari,

📌i 7 samurai,

📌007 (James Bond),

📌le 7 bocce di cristallo,

📌le 7 vite dello sparviero,

...

Insomma il sette è un filo conduttore, dal quale cominciare e ricominciare.

E ora parliamo delle sette strisce della pastiera.

➡️Per chi crede o chi vuole crederci.

Tra il mito e la leggenda, la storia di una sirena o il connubio simbiotico del mare e Napoli.

Secondo la prima leggenda le strisce della pastiera devono essere 7, disposte in modo tale da creare dei rombi. La storia racconta di una sirena "dormiente", come in letargo, che in primavera emerge dalle acque per salutare il popolo della sua città. Come da tradizione, la sirena canta, allietando tutti i napoletani. Questi ultimi, per ringraziare la creatura mitologica, le portano farina, ricotta, uova, grano, acqua di fiori d’arancio, spezie, vaniglia e zucchero. Gli ingredienti, mescolati insieme, formano la pastiera e sono 7, come le strisce che vanno a ricoprire il dolce partenopeo.

La seconda leggenda riguarda invece il mare: pare che una volta, sulle spiagge di Mergellina, le mogli dei pescatori abbiano portato sette ceste con ricotta, frutta candita, grano, farina, burro, uova e fiori d’arancio come offerte per il "Mare", così da "ingraziarsi" l'elemento acquatico e far tornare i propri mariti a terra, sani e salvi. Al mattino, quando le donne tornano in spiaggia per riaccogliere gli uomini si accorgono che i flutti d'acqua avevano mischiato tutti gli ingredienti. In una delle ceste è comparsa però una torta tutta nuova: la pastiera appunto.

❕❗Insomma oggi si è Pastierato... modestamente.