#posts abot my life

[selamat-linting]

im not sure anyone would know what im talking about, and there's a good chance posts like this would end up doxxing myself but this is the only place i have online friends so. does anyone else ever use a message board on tv?

i mean a literal message board. a forum. a group chat. but instead of being in some server of an app, its in television.

you see, my hometown used to have a local cable tv provider. it was not an entirely legal business, because instead of buying the license to air international shows, they simply pirate or reroute them from other, legitimate cable tv's. a few years later, they began to expand their market. they made their own broadcast station, and starts making content. its just local news and boring talkshows. and occasionally old horror movies, that are also pirated. but during prime time, they have this music program.

the music program was special. there was no host. the music video is tucked in a small corner on the left, and sometimes the video is replaced by a CCTV footage of the city. under the video box, there are ads and announcements about the tv station and the company as a whole. the bottom banner is news. the right side was the message board.

so here's how it works. you send a text, an sms, or a blackberry message. you'll request music, or just say hi, and your message will appear a few minutes later on tv. so, its like a group chat, but there's a feature to request music and everyone can join in and look into the conversation. the program ran for a couple years, i remember it already existing in 2009. i see quite a lot of people talking and getting to know each other. it was a community. until ofc, things die out eventually when they get more ads and replace the program with actual music videos or movies ripped off from youtube.

it made me so nostalgic. i was too young to have my own phone so i mostly lurk. but i read a lot of those conversations and feel like i also have friends on a screen. i learn how to leetspeak from there. i uSed t0 typ3 simil4r 2 th1s 4 bri3f mom3nt before i get 'not like other girls' complex and type with perfect grammar and punctuation.

now, theoretically, i could find a way to track the people who used to frequent those boards and be friends but look. a few years ago the boss of that channel station was found guilty of piracy. he got six months parole with no prison time despite doing that illegal streaming business for years, becuase indos are cool people who doesnt care about ip law that much. and his company have been expanding on other ventures like wifi or security systems, all the while slowly abandoning his broadcast station. so the program doesnt exist anymore and they might even destroyed the tapes containing that music program, if its even recorded.

also, im not even sure if it exists anywhere else. like, its so hard for me to describe what kind of show it was! i dont even have a photo of that show, it was 2009 and my dad still uses a payphone!!!!! do you think i would have a convenient camera on hand? *sigh* goodbye strange music program. i never knew what i had until its gone :(

[paimt]

just realized i never posted this out loud

[nymphaerie]

two beers in and actually for real irl sobbing about kim and the kineema its just like. kim cares so much about this damn car. but truly he cares so much about all the possessions he keeps, about machines in general, these finely tuned objects that can do so so much for humanity but rarely get recognized for it. do you think he empathizes with them? engines made to live and breathe revachol? he’d never admit it out loud how much he loves them, and especially not how much he hopes they love him back, but they do!!! he cares so deeply, takes such careful, meticulous care of the things he loves. maybe he loves them because they can’t tell him that they love him back. but then harry comes along, this strange, impossible man who talks to walls and ties and tells kim his kineema loves him. isn’t it the exact thing kim won’t let himself believe, because it’s too indulgent, too far fetched? that something he loves could love him? that the objects he cares for, that he puts so much effort into maintaining, could thank him for it?

[todayisafridaynight]

CANNOT BELIEVE IT'S TAKEN ME SO LONG TO REPLY YOU'VE ALREADY FINISHED THE SECOND MOVIE LOL BUT

I LOVE showing The Mole Song to people because it's like, love it or hate it, you can't possibly have a lukewarm reaction to it. I'm thrilled you liked it so much!!! Hong Kong Capriccio definitely has its moments and I'm glad you enjoyed it too; on that note, I haven't seen Final yet, and it doesn't seem to be hardsubbed online, but I was able to find a raw and subs separately. They seem okay from the scene I skipped to twenty minutes in but not positive lol

It really does set the tone early! I love the cutaway gags too The manga has a lot of absurd non-sequiturs and it was a fun way to adapt that to a new medium. As an adaptation as a whole, Undercover Agent Reiji in particular definitely has the tone down and I appreciate that it kept a lot of the Moments I liked.

Hiura had me from the blood oath… one of the guys of all time… despite how I sound from what I just said, I actually didn't even know there was a manga or a sequel when I first watched it, so I was SO relieved he survived the explosion. I was honestly 100% convinced he'd crash the plane at the end though lol, but I guess that ended up happening in Hong Kong Capriccio anyway?

BUT YEAH LIKE THE GUY JUST HAS A HYPERFIXATION AND I HAVE TO RESPECT THAT. Which, you know, in-universe, to have the whole butterfly motif and then dress your man up in florals… I repeat, Reiji was slaying in that dress… I love everyone's costuming in these movies. SPEAKING OF THE AUCTION, the PSP segment onward was insanely RGGcore wasn't it… good god……

It's kind of funny how little Reiji changes--I guess that's how you keep a manga going for like 900 or whatever chapters so far--because he'll pretty much Always have things he needs to figure out. Still very much fun to watch, though!

ALSO the drugs reminded me (I was expecting them to be In The Dogs too lol), shoutout to manga Tsukihara for having the exact same character arc as Mine and ending up an invaluable ally. Also getting to beat up Ryuji Leo (sorry my boy but Mine is overall the stronger combatant to me and I am tired of the Reddit-y discussions on the wiki saying otherwise </3). Living vicariously while Mine's status is still uncertain lol

P.S. I Too Treat Your Blog Like The Morning Paper and it means a lot to me to have the opportunity to write in and talk! I would also love to join a stream if you ever go for it!

P.P.S. NOOOOOOO PLEASE THE SLOW DANCING…….. UNWELL. I've imagined the same thing but at home… in the light of the refrigator… Jo is still tense as hell both because of the situation and it's such a waste of electricity and they really should close the door as soon as possible… but Arakawa insists if it's only for the duration of the song, it's fine……

YEAH THE MOLE SONG MOVIES WERE REALLY FUN thanks again for recommending it to me (I found out it had a manga series the moment I went to look it up, but I haven't read a lick of it. I'd say I'm surprised it's still running but I mean... manga like One Piece have over a thousand chapters at this point, so I shouldn't be too surprised. Maybe I'll give it a read sometime just to check out how the movies and manga compare-and-contrast with each other)!

1.) BIGGEST HONOR I'm glad my blog can entertain a lot of people (and a big part of that is due in part to people writing in and giving me a chance to chat a bit, so of course I always have to thank you and everyone else for sending me asks as frequently as you all do. They're absolutely the highlight of my day whenever I get the time to answer them ^^)!! I've always liked the idea of streaming (I've attempted to years back but I never tried again afterwards), though I always end up getting too anxious about it (plus I tend to get performance anxiety and I end up taking a lot longer to draw whenever people are watching me). I hope to get over that anxiety one day though- I bet it'd be fun to respond to people in real time or take quick doodle requests mid-stream :)

2.) AW THEM DANCING IN THE KITCHEN THOUGH I CAN SEE IT..... Jo being worried about the electric bill though that's so accurate..... I'll definitely think on the concept of Slow Dancing AraSawa with all the apparent enthusiasm around it.. I promise..

YAYA my friend (who made the post) told me a moment after I told her (also PLEASE I was so heinous reading the name- first thing I said to her aside from 'new movie night plan' was 'how many times does this man play a dude named 'Jo' ☠️☠️)! I wasn't able to find any recordings of the actual play (I know a trailer was posted last year so I don't know if they've actually performed live since then) but here's to hoping one day there's a recording of it posted somewhere...

[kiitchensiink]

Hey!

howre you doing

are you into the BDSM lifestyle..?

dear hotgaydaddyblog,

I sincerely highly respect u and ur blog from what I have seen is epic, I am into the BDSM lifestyle and am in a committed arrangement w/ my partner

however, I don't know if u will find the type of content u are looking for here but I hope you enjoy my various ramblings about the guys from twenty one pilots fucking each other

sincerely, Steele Kiitchensiink

[0alanasworld0]

Celebrity Crush (Pablo Gavi x reader) *request

Request: Hii can u do gavi having a crush on actress reader and he reveals it after being asked abot his celeb crush in an interview :) ♡

A/N - I know that this request has been completed before but I've always wanted to write one of these and I think that my take is sufficiently different from the other writer's -> I feel justified in posting it. I hope that makes sense lol

Warnings: none

“The love of your life is gonna be there, eh!” Pedri pokes at his best friend’s shoulder, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Pablo scoffs, one tiktok post on his screen is all it took for his little crush to become the team’s hot gossip. And it’s been a month!

“Are we really still on this?” gavi groans, throwing a hand over his face in an attempt to cover the blush of embarrassment as his teammates cackle around him. The joys of being the youngest (!)

“Hey, it's completely natural to have feelings lik-” 

“No no no no no I can’t deal with this today!” He grabs his bag and stomps out of the locker room, shaking his head with a huff. He would never dare admit this to his friends but my god if you weren’t the most stunning woman he had ever come across. Everything about you just oozed grace and elegance. Your voice was smooth and honeyed, striking eyes and a dazzling smile. You had an aura that just drew people towards you yet a shyness: there’s a little glimpse into how nervous the attention made you but you were still an infectiously positive influence on those around you. It certainly wouldn’t be surprising knowledge to anyone that Pablo had a little crush on you, many did. BUT the idea of you ever getting an idea of those feelings from the internet just made him cringe. He didn’t want to join a roster with those creeps. He didn’t even know you!

It was all an especially sensitive topic to him since you had mentioned being a football fanatic in a recent interview and you did express admiration for a certain La Liga goalkeeper that had him slightly disgruntled. However, when you also mentioned a certain Catalonian team as a favourite, he was shocked to say the least. You spoke very highly of them and it was becoming more and more apparent that you likely knew of him. Were you a fan? Did you just think of him as some stupid kid like everyone else? Have you ever been to one of his games and if so how did he not see you??

“So, you’re pretty new and upcoming so there's an air of mystery around you. I mean, we really don’t have anything on you! For a break-out star, it's a bit weird, don’t you think?” the host says, elbow propped up on the table with her head resting on their hand. 

“Yeah, I get that but suppose I’ve been a bit of a recluse my whole life uh… I don’t know! I’m not always on social media and I haven’t really done many interviews so I guess there never really is much of an opportunity? Even with the press stuff I have done, it’s all been very much focused on the show itself so y’know…” you trail off with a bit of uncertainty, wringing your hands under the table.

“Well, I’m gonna try and change that! We’re gonna treat this kinda like a first date, just a basic get-to-know-you type scenario, you cool with that?” she asks tentatively

“Yeah that sounds pretty good!”

“Okay let's start easy uh… favourite colour?”

“I feel like the range between blue and green is pretty solid, what do you like doing outside of work?”

“I’m kind of a soccer fanatic, actually! I used to be a die-hard football fan but something about soccer just makes it feel so much more energetic y’know?” You nod in agreement, smiling at the shared interest, perking up a bit.

“I have to agree with you on that one. I used to play all the time when I was a little kid and I burned out on it as a teenager but seeing it regain that energy over recent years is something so special!”

“Exactly! I really think we’re meshing here!” you both laugh as you jokingly hold hands over the table.

“Okay okay back to the subject matter, what's your favourite league?”

“The EPL.” you say, mouth twitching as the laugh threatens to break out. The interviewer narrows her eyes and takes her hands back, cocking her head to the side. The silence only makes it harder until both of you burst out into laughter, tearing up a little bit.

“Okay no be real…” the interviewer struggles to get the words out through the giggles. You finally manage to settle down and get the words out.

“Honestly I think that La Liga has really been seeing a revival. I still love the Bundesliga and Serie A but it's been super interesting to see the quality of La Liga go up so dramatically.” The interview nods and hums in interest. She raises her eyebrow with her next question.

“Any favourite players?”

“I can’t say any names for fear of it actually reaching them but the goalkeeping last season was stellar and I think that the Zamora trophy was very well earned.” ducking your head down as a small blush appears on your face. The interviewer smirks but continues.

“Okay fine but you have to have a favourite team?”

“Within La Liga, Barcelona has been super inspiring! It was a pretty tough time losing such consistent and reliable talent especially under those circumstances where they didn’t want to leave but I would have never expected a revival like this!”

“Tell me about it, and to come from such young players too?!”

“Exactly, it’s wonderful to see them be so resourceful given their… situation and it’s clearly working so I’d say that those promotions were very wise decisions on their part!”

…..

The teasing had always been there since the team found out about it but it took an upturn after that interview. Fans were picking up on the idea given the fact that the pair of you were the same age. The edits rolled in much more quickly than what he expected: the sensual  music, the mashups of his and your best moments, the illusion of the pair of you looking at each other. He doesn’t understand how they did it and he’s angry at the fact that he isn’t more offended by people imagining you as a couple. He wasn’t overjoyed by the ones of you and Pedri or a certain Moroccan goalkeeper that you referred to in the interview but nevermind. He couldn’t help but be a little curious about whether you two would be compatible. I mean it wasn’t too outlandish of an idea was it? You’re both young, struggling with fame, passionate, who knows maybe-

“Pablo, I’m begging you: get your head out of the clouds and pull it together!” his agent yells, throwing an empty water bottle in his direction.

“When are you free for a fitting?”

“... Huh?” he breathes out deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes in annoyance. The poor man just needs this one date sorted for the gala, he just wants to go home and yet here they are. All he needs is about a minute of focus.

“Okay if I have to say this one more time, I’m throwing the whole water drum at you.” the boy gulped, eyes widening at the threat, nodding vigorously as he straightened his back. Julian was a lovely guy with the patience of a saint and Pablo was grateful to have him as a publicist but he had his limits.

“Y’know that premiere Robert was going to?”

“Vaguely” Julian raises his eyebrows at that. This show has been on everyone’s lips for a good few months and to add to that, a particular name was frequently attached that would have been very familiar. Nonetheless, he chooses not to press. He just wants to get this all over and done with.

“Right well, some idiot insisted that he needed to do some promotional stuff instead so you’re going… well if you can actually cooperate and help me sort out a fitting date, that is.” he says, eyes narrowed at Gavi. Sighing out when he realises that the message has finally been received.

“Wait wait wait, why can’t pedri go?!” Julian decides that he will, in fact, push.

“Okay, I just told you that you’re going to be able to attend a premiere for the film that the love of your life is leading and you’re asking me why someone else can’t go?” Gavi looks down and plays with his fingers. Julian shakes his head, let's get this over with.

“No, magically no one else is available. Let’s get this fitting done at 10:00pm tomorrow, yeah?” any chances of being flexible are long gone, his patience running very thin. Julian hurries out of the room, holding his hand out to prevent Pablo from saying anything that would prolong the conversation.

“You do realise that this girl literally has no reason to dislike you, right?” Pedri says, looking up from his phone to see Gavi messing around with his tie and rolling his eyes. 

“Apart from the fact that I’m largely advertised as a player with a giant ego and no anger management skills?” Gavi huffs. Sure, your comments on the team were largely positive but you had to have seen some of the famous outbursts.

“Hermano, I can assure you that the way that you play completely overshadows the angry  chihuahua behaviour. If she can’t see that, then she’s not worth your time.” he shrugs. Oh if only it were as simple as that. Pedri may have been right but the fact of the matter was that he wanted you to like him. You were ethereal and the idea of you not liking him made his chest tighten. 

“See! This is what I mean! I doubt she’d have any interest in an ‘angry chihuahua’” Gavi turns around to face his best friend, aggressively air quoting.

“C’mon man, I was only joking.” Pedri gets up to give him a reassuring hug. He can sense that his friend is still extremely nervous so he releases the hug before continuing.

“Look, she seems nice enough and she likes the team. The most you have to worry about is the great wall of Morocco sweeping her off her feet before you.” patting his cheek with a smile. Gavi looks away and huffs again but is unable to hold back the smile. Okay, that was funny. He’d never admit that, though. Thank goodness, he’s married.

“Oy, apparently that Gavi kid is gonna be there!” your ears perk up at your friend’s comment. ‘That Gavi kid’ was a phenomenal footballer and very quickly caught your attention the first time you saw him play live. The guys you’re constantly having to deal with are all the same type with very little motivation or ability to do the simplest of things. The fact that there was someone around your age having the talent, motivation and passion to play for (and help resurrect) one of the most iconic teams in the world as well as his national team was so incredibly attractive to you. His doe-eyes and fluffy, chocolate brown hair definitely helped him out in the looks area as well.

“He seems like a sweet guy, I happen to think we’d get along quite well actually!” your cheeks heat up as a shy smile makes its way onto your face.

“Oh there's no doubt about that! Being swept off your feet by Barca’s golden boy is very on-brand for you! And have you SEEN those edits, wow!” She fans herself jokingly as you throw a pillow at her head.

“Okay that's enough of that. Now I beg you just choose between one of these!” you’re holding up the two dresses you spent ages narrowing down to.

“Girl, you’re going to be the star of the show, those edits will be up and out regardless of whether your dress is cerulean blue or midnight blue.” you roll your eyes as you eye the 2 dresses once more.

“What has gotten into you? You usually have this stuff picked out weeks in advance!”

“I don’t know, just having some doubts is all.”

“Look, I promise that your lover boy is going to be blown away with either of these.”

The taxi ride feels like forever. He’s redone his tie more times than he could count. He’s been keeping a close eye on every rumoured attendee’s social media to try and up his morale but finally, they make it to the venue. It’s all glammed up with lights lining up the red carpet. It leads to the doors which are strictly guarded by 2 burly men in all black. The odd nightclub visit may have felt normal to the poor boy but not this. It's a little too much and just as he thought he had calmed down, the nerves make their unwelcome return and his hands are sweating again.

The second he opens the taxi door, the cameras start flashing and people start yelling his name. Gavi takes the time to thank his driver, passing over a generous tip before slowly exiting. Why do they have to be like this? Why do I have to be like this? He asks himself. The suit that he had made to his form by the finest tailors just days prior suddenly felt too tight. It was some of the most expensive material yet it now felt scratchy and coarse against his skin. It was all suffocating: the noise, the lights, the smell; everything. He rushes down the carpet with his head down, ignoring the requests to smile for the camera. The words were barely intelligible anyway.

The temporarily converted mall is still extremely busy and loud but the lack of paparazzi and yelling was a change he felt very grateful for. The noise is more energetic chatter and less ear-shattering screeches as the walk-in was. He sighs in relief when he sees a familiar face. 

“Ah, Gavira! You made i- what’s wrong?” his teasing smile turns into a look of concern.

“What?! Nothing! Why would you ask that?” he’s rambling, still rattled from the entrance.

“Oh hermano you look like you’re about to cry!” Julian gives him a hug which Pablo gladly accepts. It’s just a lot. He has nothing to ground him or divert his attention like the pitch does. There is probably a reason why Robert is usually the one to go to events like this.

“Look, I know that the entrance was a bit much but I promise you, that was the hard part. Now it's just gonna be a couple interviews, some less chaotic photos, try to talk to some of the actors here… you’ll have fun, okay?” Gavi nods with a semi-enthusiastic smile on his face, it probably looked more like a grimace but nevertheless.

It’s been a big improvement from the first impression and Gavi is enjoying himself. He didn’t have very many photos taken at all and it’s been a relief to see footballers other than himself dotted around. Talking to them, among some of the actors, has given him some reprieve. It isn’t so bad after all.

The first interview isn’t too much of a hassle for him either. He’s used to much less friendly people than this.

“So, it must be pretty crazy to receive such high praise from such a highly coveted actress, huh?”

“I mean, yeah! She didn’t refer to me directly but it’s awesome anyway. I’m glad our team is still inspiring so many people and that SOMEONE understands the approach Xavi is taking!” he manages to get a little chuckle out of the man which releases some tension. He continues.

“No seriously, she’s an insanely beautiful and talented person so it really is an honour to hear it from someone of her calibre.” gavi says with a wistful smile on his face, cheeks heating up at the mere thought of you being aware of his existence. The interviewer smirks but keeps things rolling, that footage was going to be golden.

“On a more personal note, thank you for what you’re doing for Barca and the national team. Absolutely phenomenal coming from someone so young and I can’t begin to describe how excited I am to see how things work out for you in the future.” Well that's very different from what he’s used to hearing from older fans. It warms his heart.

“Thanks man, that seriously means so much to hear!” They give each other a bear hug before he walks off, relaxed and confident. But the second he turns around, it all dissipates. There you are, in all your glory. You’re not even doing anything intentionally model-esque, simply looking down and readjusting your dress as you wait for the journalists and camera crew in front of you to have everything set up. It's a moment he feels guilty for intruding on but you smooth down your dress, smiling as you twirl around in it. He’s mesmerised within seconds of seeing you in person, the photos don’t do you justice. At all. 

He can’t hear what you’re saying and doesn’t dare get any closer but the second you start speaking you have everyone’s attention. He can tell whenever someone is complimenting you as your hands move to cover your cheeks as they heat up. He wonders how you feel about the small crowd gathering around you. Did you ever get as nervous as he did? Was this stressful for you too? He’s brought out of his thoughts as the crowd laughs quietly at a comment you made. Oh and she’s funny too? Of course she is!

Much to his disappointment, Julian is dragging him off to another interview before he could even muster up the courage to go and talk to you, with the crowd beginning to disperse. He stills looks back at you, heart pounding as you make eye contact. He sees you offering a little wave before he loses you among the people. Your smile was breath-taking but smiling directly at him was a whole different story. The rest of the interviews couldn’t last any longer, or at least he felt that way. He just wanted to see you again now, nothing else was on his mind. 

That idea was a lot harder in practice, he learned. You’re right there, swirling your sprite can at the drinks bar, looking up and around every now and then. He’s been dawdling for about ten minutes now, “figuring out what to say.” He looks up every once in a while, you’re playing with your dress again and you still look just as mesmerising. Julian has had enough of the situation, pushing Pablo towards you and walking off before the boy could try to hide behind him.

“Oh my gosh, hi! It’s Pablo, right?” good lord you’re somehow even more gorgeous up close and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Have you seen that interview? They posted that one clip very quickly and he’s extremely anxious at the idea of you being spammed with the clip. It’s a shame he hadn’t been paying attention to the posts other than his interview clip. Or listened when he saw you being interviewed.

“That's me!” he says, laughing nervously. 

“I’ve honestly been wanting to meet you for so long!” you say with a bright smile on your face, bouncing up and down on your toes with excitement. You can’t resist giving him a hug and he thinks his heart is going to burst out of his chest any time soon. You smell absolutely divine and he’s trying to commit the whole moment to memory. You take his hand and pull him to an area behind all of the giant posters where things are a little quieter.

“I could say the same about you, I mean you’re just…wow!” He’s properly kicking himself. One chance to look cool in front of you and he’s fucked it up.

You’re so caught up in the excitement of talking with Pablo Gavi that you forget the fact that you elicit the very same feelings in him. 

“No, seriously you’re incredible! I usually find defensive tactics more interesting but you are absolutely explosive in midfield! I haven’t seen anyone play quite like that for ages!” you gush. Pablo couldn’t be more grateful that everyone forced him to come here. You liked him! You liked him!

“It's honestly just what I love doing, I suppose the passion builds into the output…” he trails off as you nod enthusiastically, giving him a reassuring smile and eagerly waiting for him to continue. You don’t like eye contact very much but his hazel eyes are truly gorgeous and you can’t bring yourself to look away.

“Hey, enough about me, this is a big day for you! You’re finally getting the recognition you deserve!” he says, gaining a bit of his confidence back and nudging you lightly. You can feel your cheeks heat up. 

“Eh, the me-fest was fun online but holy shit am I tired of it after this!” you laugh together and simultaneously realise that you’re still holding onto each other's hands. It just feels too right to let go.

“Do you hate the noise as much as I do?” you whisper in his ear. He feels a chill run down his spine from your warm breath and goosebumps form immediately. He nods softly, confused and suspicious of the mischievous look in your eyes.

“What’s on your mind, bonita?” he narrows his eyes, squeezing your hands lightly, waiting for you to elaborate.

“There’s a park literally 2 minutes away from here! if we manage to make an escape, we can get away from all the noise, look up at the stars…” you trail off, waiting for his response. He seems to have a permanent smile etched on his face with you but it widens with your idea. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and you begin to weave in and out of the crowd which has begun to disperse a little already. 

The pair of you make it out unscathed, giggling to each other as you look back to make sure you haven’t been caught. He keeps his arm where it is, again it just feels too right. You reach one of the park benches and decide to take your seats. The dim glow of the street lamp above you illuminates your features and he can’t help but stare. Your eyes are focused on the stars, you’re holding out your hand to map out the stars you were familiar with. Your other hand is gripping the bench and he inches his own closer and closer but he has an idea of his own. He doesn’t know how but he’s thankful that his confidence resurfaces once more as he stands up, holding a hand out to you. Your focus returns to him and you cock your head to the side in confusion.

“Dance with me” the idea makes you all giddy inside but you can’t help but tease

“Without music?” He sighs in faux-annoyance as he opens his phone to play a soft tune, propping it up on the blazer he opts to take off. He’s a sight for sore eyes in the crisp, white button-up. He offers his hand to you again but you oblige this time. You squeal slightly as he unexpectedly pulls you towards his body, instinctively placing a hand on his chest while his free hand finds a place on the small of your back. His hazel eyes are so much prettier up close. He simply can’t believe that this is happening. You both fall into a rhythm together as you move to the soft melody. 

“I’m a genius.”

“Of many things” he says with a wistful sigh, smiling softly. 

The butterflies in your tummy grow more and more restless as your faces grow closer together. You can feel his warm breath on your face and you can see the little scars that adorn his face. The hand that rested on his chest slides up towards his face to cup his cheek and his eyes flutter to a close for a second as he relishes the warmth. You’re both breathing heavier, almost panting, even though nothing has happened yet. Your eyes are frantically flickering over each other's features, desperately trying to commit even the most minute detail to memory. Your gaze lingers on his pretty pink lips for a second too long and like that: you’re the first to give in. you pull him towards you, finally capturing his lips in a soft kiss. He tenses for a moment, mind completely blanking as he attempts to process what is happening. Just as quickly, he relaxes and pulls you even closer to him, if that were even possible. The taste of your watermelon flavoured lip gloss was borderline addictive and the softness of his lips had you feeling dizzy. You part slowly and reluctantly for breath, your hands stay in each other's hair as you stare into each other’s eyes.

“Promise you’ll call?” you say as the taxi pulls up at your place. You really have no idea just how infatuated he was with you.

“I swear on my life, bonita. I’ll call the second I get home!” he smiles, pulling you in for the final kiss of the night before you open the car door and leave. Before entering your place, you turn around to give him a wave, smiling widely as he waves back. You kick off your heels and flop onto the couch, a wide smile plastered on your face as you recall the events of the night: he, Pablo Gavi, really liked you.

Pablo tries to close the door quietly behind him, finally returning home after going rogue at the premier with you. The lamp in the corner of the living room flickers on, spooking him as he sees Pedri sitting there, wide awake and waiting. 

“Look, I know I should have called about where I was but I swear I know how to handle myself I just-”

“Yeah yeah whatever, I couldn’t care less about that Gavira. You owe me something.” Pablo is stumped, his tired mind can’t wrap around what his friend is trying to get at.

“An apology? I was trying before I got rudely interru-” Pedri turns the laptop around so the screen is facing his best friend. 

Oh god no, this was all much quicker than anticipated. No words can be heard and the camera quality is rather shaky but the faces are obviously you and him. The camera has captured the moment where you drag him to behind the posters to talk privately, your hands resting in his, and they capture the pair of you walking off back into the crowd together in the middle of the escape. 

Pedri gets up, places the laptop on the table and goes to ruffle Pablo’s hair and then shakes him by the shoulders.

“I told you she was into you! I told you! You’re such an idiot I swear!” Gavi rolls his eyes, mouth twitching as he tries to hold off a smile. He doesn’t want to reveal all the details yet but it was a magical night, to say the least.

“C’mon you have to tell me something!” Gavi looks down as a blush dusts his cheeks.

“She said she wants to see me again,” he says, stretching the back of his neck. Pedri wraps him in a tight hug.

“I’m always right, see?” 

“Whatever!” Gavi retorts with a smile, jogging up to his room. He’s itching to call you. Pedri lets him go in peace, oh he’s going to be relentlessly teasing the poor man in the morning.

Once Pablo reaches his room, he quickly unbuttons the shirt, throwing it to the side before falling onto the bed, sighing in relief as the cool and crisp sheets felt like heaven against his burning hot skin. The effect you had on him clearly hasn’t worn off just yet. He opens his phone and immediately goes to call you. A smile immediately makes its way onto his face as he hears your voice.

“Did you make it home safely?”

“As per instruction, bonita.” he thinks he can hear your smile over the line. Oh this was the start of something beautiful.

I’m sorry this has taken so long, lovelies. I have a lot on my plate and have been feeling a little demotivated but I've been feeling a lot better recently so hopefully I can start posting more often again! I hope you enjoy this one xxx

[pj-was-here]

Moana 2: The Island of Missed Potential

Don't mind me, just posting my frankly nitpicky fanfic reader/writer thoughts, as I am NO movie critic

so I just watched Moana 2 and honestly... it wasnt bad per se but it was sorta lackluster which is mainly why i placed my expectations so low in the first place cause well its a Disney movie whatd you expect?

(Spoilers ahead from Moana 2)

(heads up i am NOT typing out any of the new characters names as i will most likely misspell and butcher them)

So the idea of Moana traveling around reconnecting the people of the sea is very interesting and i was expectin you know MORE, Don't get me wrong i enjoyed the dynamic Moana had with her crew but there just, wasnt much conflict I suppose

Like Moana was breezing through her hurdles with ease (well apart from the scene with Maui helping her up, i like that) but honestly it felt more like

I dont know a pilot episode rather than a movie, maybe because of the information overload and rushed writing? it felt like Moana 2 was supposed to be longer than say 1 hour and 30 minutes

and the fact that MAUI LOST HIS POWERS AND MOANA FUCKING DIED SHOULD HAVE BEEN DRAGGED ON AND BUILT UP UPON MORE

like I think it should have been drawn out more and more focused to have put more impact hat HE LOST HIS DEMI GOD POWERS

As well as Moana literally dying and coming back to life as a demigod (which i ngl was sorta cool) should have been more drawn out because A DISNEY CHARACTER A LITERAL DISNEY PRINCESS AT THAT WAS IMPLIED TO BE DEAD

Like i know those corporate pigs werent going to do it but still it shocked me they even let the writers do this even if not permanent (the only time i remember they let this happen was in Frozen with Anna freezing)

Also this could just be me but Moana 2 didn't even make me cry like the first movie, though that could be my rose tinted glasses

And the sings were rather boring, the only one that caught me was Get Lost and thats because it was jazz swing

I like the lore though, and was 100% expecting the bat lady to be a manipulative villain but meh, the big bad guy is giving me Zues vibes but his design in the end was sorta.... meh??

Also i was fully expecting Moana and co. to go out and gather an army of humans to take on Molan but oh well

Plus we still dont know why he seperated humans in he first place either, talk abot a plot hole

anyways this is why AO3 exists and i will now be reading a Moana 2 rewrite

PJ-"disappointed-in-Disney-flopping"-Was-Here, signing

p.s. Moana's baby sister was adorable and i will die for her

p.p.s Loved the animation, straight up ethereal, shot out to the animators for the water animations, color design and rendering

[micromontage]

I KNOWWWWWWW I POST ABOT IT ALLLLLL THE TIMMEEEEEE but i REALLYYYY LOVE ONE PIECEEE YEES GOD........ actually genuinely life changing im so glad i got into it. It makes me soooooo unspeakably happy and the joy I get from it is immeasurable and it has improved my quality of life beyond words. I can NOT imagine life without it. I love one piece from the fullness of my heart.

[yourmeltedsunsets]

I’m not certain, but I think that my Mama and Papa were in their 50’s when they adopted me.

Mayo pakong aram kan mga panahon na ito, but I think that it was the most exciting day for them — and same man sakuya simply because it was a new beginning for me. Not that I’m discrediting the womb that I came from, it’s just that, para sakuya man kaya, that was the day and time that God clothe me with a totally different life. Something that is unique and extraordinary. I’d say, something greater than the life that I would’ve gotten from the other side.

I had a great childhood ~ kung ano man si mga nagigibo kan younger parents, dawa may edad na sila Mama and Papa, nagibo man ninda ito.

Pick me up from bed dawa magabat ako.

Give me a bath whenever I feel lazy getting one on my own.

My papa, he would play with me all the time.

He sends and picks me up at school.

He would take me for a ride with his bicycle.

Sometimes he would take me to his workplace kung ang pipinturahan na harong is just within the area.

He is a great painter by the way. He can tell how and what colors need to be mixed in order to get a particular tint. It was like a natural, innate skill of his, despite of the fact that he was an undergrad. It’s one of the things he’s greatest at. He is actually known for it. I remember, retired na sya sa pag pintura, may mga tao padin nagdidigdi samo ta gusto siyang kuanon para mag trabaho. Since dae nya na kaya ta nagluluya na an pag hiling, people would just come to our house and ‘consult’ nalang pag abot sa mga gagamiton na kulay and klase ning paint na pang kahoy, simento or bakal. Also, maski nuarin, dae lamang ko kayan narapado. NEVER ako kayan kinulugan maski sarong beses.

He is a great dad and is still being one.

My mama naman would buy things and dresses dawa dae baragay ta grabeng pagkatutong ko kadto. Iyo man yan ang pambawi nya ta pirming mayo ta school principal baya. She never failed to show her support for us. She would take me and my brother to Naga (almost every month) ~ for McDonalds, Naga Restaurant, minsan makakan duman sa Master. Babakalan bado sa Robertsons (the old one na Puregold na ngunyan) or Garmas, mabakal sapatos sa Footsteps.

Simplehon lang kadto ang lifestyle.

We never knew the branded stuff. Basta pag uli, may bitbit, may masusulot na pag simba or sa sunod na pag luwas luwas.

Every December, I would hang my socks sa may bintana, would even write my wishes and post it sa may pinto because “Santa Claus” is coming to town. I believed it for years. It was innocent, hopeful and exciting years kase, you always had this notion that by the end of the year, may maabot talaga na nakasakay sa sled, may reindeer and dara na si gift na gusto mo. I remember, minsan na din ako nagsäbit sako ta sabi ko gusto kong bike. Though mayo man nag abot na bike, kan nagdaradakula na ako, si Fuji bike na ni papa ang nagagamit ko.

These are just fractions of my childhood. Glimpse of my innocent years and the younger years of my Mama and Papa and kung paano sinda naging magurang samuya. Sobrang blessed and grateful na sinda ang naging magurang mi. They sent me and my brother to good schools and university. They provided everything that we needed. Supported everything that we wanted. Gosh kala ngani kang iba, mga spoiled kami. I’d say I was the favorite child tho. I didn’t had any scholarship when I was in college (so I didn’t have to maintain grades) didn’t even have to work ~ I was a full ‘Scholar ni Mama’. Which was a little different from my Kuya’s. If I’m not mistaken, scholar sya kadto so need nya mag maintain grades, nag part time din yan sa Jollibee. Dae yan sako pinaranas ni Mama. All I had to do was to study, eat, sleep and repeat with a weekly allowance of 1500 to 2000 pesos. She even bought me a Windows and Apple computer. Sobrang boot and supportive ninda sako.

Sadly, my mom passed away in 2020. Cancer took her. I remember the phone call I received, August 1st. That was the day I approved my mom’s DNR. Painful and heartbreaking decision ever but it was for the best. Dae naman siya mararahay digdi sa ibabaw. Naisip mi kadto, masakit lang din siya in the long run kung lalagan pang tubo ta nagtutubig na si lungs nya. I missed the chance na makabawi man lang saiya. Although I started working right away after mag graduate at the age of 19. It was just 5-short-years that I was given para makabawi saiya. Sobrang lïpot. She didn’t even saw the plaques of certificates and commendations I’ve acquired in my chosen field.

Ngunyan si Papa nalang ang natatada.

Halos gusto ko nang burutungon ang panahon to be stable sa gabos na aspect.

I may have wasted some good years sa ibang bagay, prioritized other people na dae ko man dapat ininot, pero iba ang pressure talaga pag nag gugurang na ang parents. Iniisip mo, pano ka mabawi when you don’t even have enough means. Although, I know, money is NOT the most important thing in the world, but it affects everything that is. Food, healthcare and even simple things such as clothing and other material things, of course, you want the best for them. Especially, when it comes to things na dae pa ninda naranasan and gusto mo iparanas ta nuarin pa.

I know God has a plan for me. And I believe dakul pang taon ang nakalaan sakuya. Sa ngunyan, mayo akong ibang gusto saka pangadyi, kundi ang maparahay si Papa saka maglawig pa ang buhay niya. Sana mahalat niya pa and mahiling ang mga maarabot pang achievements ko sa buhay. Dawa siya nalang makahiling and makaexperience kan gabos na dae ko naparanas ki Mama…

Dawa siya nalang.

PS: Take care of your parents. They won’t be around forever. Treasure every moment na yaon pa sinda and nakakaibahan mo pa. You don’t wanna live the rest of your life na pano ning regrets. They were once our feet, hands, everything especially kan kita nga saradit pa.

Though I know norms and traditions are changing, pero sana dae mabago an kaugalian ta pag abot sa pag ataman nin magurang.🤍

[yourtransfemboy]

I think i just admitted to myself something i havent before, ans now i feel like crying.

I want to be actually loved. My mom never loved me, she told me that over several years of my life. Saying that im a failed abotion and that she wished i had never been born.

I want someone to truely love me, every psrt of me. The trans part of me, the system part of me, the bpd, adhd, Autism, all of it.

Someone who wont be ashamed of me, or someone who will post me on their story.

Someone who will hug me when im crying and not tell me to suck it up or they make me regret it.

Im so broke, i doubt anyone would actually love all of me, but thats all i want. Just someone to love me and care about me. All of me, not just the persona i put on irl.

[viro-lil-goat]

I already wrote this in reblogs but i want to saparate so here we go, shoutout to this post

AU Hyde friends with Emma Carew

In this au, or more like an addition i can add to one of my aus – in one of Hydes outings, while jumping on the roofs he noticed Emma crying on balcony to her room. Even though he would usually leave (and Jekyll dosent want to get in trouble hence Hyde is still a searched criminal) he decided to come closer, Emma noticed him and was confused on why tf theres a man on the roof above her balcony (i would shit my pants) But Hyde reassured her he isnt a threat, and was just coming by (on the roofs 🤨). And asked her whats wrong.

Surprisingly she wasnt afraid, she already had a breakdown so she couldn't really think straight.

She told him she is supposed to have an arranged marriage with Simon Stride, in her families will. But she doesn't love him nor she ever had romantic or sexual attraction to anyone ever (shes aroace but that term didnt exist back then ). Plus, hes a jerk towards her.

Hyde shows his opposition to it, he thinks all those traditions and aristocrat things are absolutely stupid (sorry for my lack of smart language 😂) . He tells her he knows one person who was also married against their will, and that ruined their relationship with their lover (as hyde says this jekylls jaw drops to the floor XD). So he understands how harmful it can be. He jokes to lift Emmas mood.

Emma already calmed down thanks him, and also tells abot how in general its annoying. Her fathers friends were making jokes about her marrying jekyll right after their dance. Her father dosent take her seriously as he thinks shes still kid (like in musical, same with her mothers death) and he dosent think that marriage is harmful as family of simon conviced him otherwise. She dosent blames him but still holds a grudge for not helping her but instead adding fuel to the fire.

Hyde dosent knows what to say so he suggests her to jump on roofs with him to unwind, jekyll as a shadow is completely apposed. She is unsure but decides to accept the offer. Jekyll tries his hardest but hyde has an idea to make it a little safer.

Since shes in a party dress she takes some time to change into more for jumping clothes. Hyde asks her to hold his hand so she dosent fall while jumping

Artistic interpritation bc im not good with words XD

(the end of second slide feels weird but i didnt know how elso to phrase it 🫡)

And here another time they meet ⬇️

Okay im almost done this took wayy too long

Hence things has worsen with her abusive fiancée, and marriage was soon to happen, she decided to run away and asked Hyde for help in that

Later on i imagine her cutting her hair as a sign of new life (so she'll have something like a pixie cut)

She would write her father a letter that she has left due to her own will

Andd Hyde helps her escape to become of Lucy girls ^^ they still meet even after that.

Thinking abt that, most likely in this scenario her father would still search for her. Just wondering if suspecting Hyde should be a part of it (maybe someone has seen them or something like that)

Okay phew finally first one done ☠️ thats exactly why i usually only keep it in my mind its so hard expressing what im thinking i had to fill the gaps as i wrote. Buttt i want to share (and not forget) so here

[tellyphonegirl]

I don't think my mother will ever allow us (me, my brother and sister) to ever make pancakes again. Let me start from the beginning.

So my brother has an obsession with pancakes, like every single ay that's what he wants, so sometimes he asks me to make them and honestly. I do NOT trust myself, so I always say no. Which results in a heated argument that goes on for a least twenty minutes.

So today my mom finally decided to make them, but my brother with his big ass head thought it'd be cool to tell my mom that I should make it. I yelled at him anyways, but my mom did me a solid and said she's do the mix and I'd fry. Which was good enough honestly.

It was all going good until the last one (which we had put honey in). Now, we had been eating them as we fried (me and my siblngs) and had only just gone to ask my mom if she wanted. Which ended up with me giving her mine, so i got abot nothing really. I'm actually starting to think putting the honey in the last one made it fry faster because it was burnt, and my little sister was bugging me to give her some. So we ate it, the burnt honey pancake.

My mom had yelled at me for 'not making it appropriately' so that chances of us having any anytime soon is very, very unlikely. So, I'm guessing the 'kids shouldn't make pancakes' stereotype is actually accurate, for me anyways. I don't really know about everyone else.

Welp, i just needed to post and this was convenient. I hoe you liked my completely shitty life lesson.

[brown-little-robin]

Writers Truth & Dare asks:

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

hi thank you!! nice questions!

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I consistently adore fics where people who are bad at being functional human beings but (critically) just good enough at functioning that they fly under the radar for a while—have to learn what "living" and even "thriving" look like. Preferably with messy breakdowns and even messier rebuilding processes. Who would write it best? AUGH, I have multiple favorite authors and can't honestly choose just one, BUT. @phantomrose96 is doing like. THE absolute exemplary job of a longfic with a core theme of healing, to me, in A Breach of Trust. (if you're seeing this, sorry for tagging you in a post that's mostly about me. I talk about ABoT regularly and I thought I'd tag you this time. ok love your work bye)

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

I'm on spring break!! I get to be with my family for five days!

Slowly but surely, I'm learning Japanese, and it's giving me SO much enrichment you have no idea. not only does it make anime and manga way more interesting, it's also just...... such a complex language and culture to try to immerse myself in. I could work on this for a lifetime and never master it. what a gift.

I'm in a creative writing: worldbuilding class and it's fabulous. I get to make powerpoints about the bureaucracy of portal spirit travel as homework. incredible

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Hmmmmm, that's hard...... the most esoteric might be the symbolic meanings of different colors and patterns of koi! Black represents fatherhood + masculinity and red represents motherhood + femininity, in case you were wondering :}

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

ohhhhhhhh man ok I must preface this with: I love all of them. But for me, in terms of sheer "yay!!" emotions, it's a three-way tie between:

incoherent screaming and/or emojis

intellectual/thematic analysis of one or more specific moments from the chapter

and the rare but extraordinarily powerful "hey your fic made me go get diagnosed with something so uhhhhh thanks I guess"

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

well. not to get too personal, but—I've been trying to be nicer to myself by not making every day into a "failure" versus "success" scenario. It's a stupid long, hard process to unlearn that, because that was a coping mechanism that got me through a lot of teenage and young adult years, but I'm working on it. and it feels better, if less clear-cut, to do things out of love or joy or even logic than out of.... the kind of desperate, shameful... survival mentality, of thinking every day HAS to be categorized into a success or a failure.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

I never do these games but for you, Rebekah, I'll do it. here goes.

ok I've written on my current wip but I'm not comfortable sharing because the writing is Not Settled Enough Yet. so you'll just have to trust me <3

Still taking asks from this list! but if I get another rollerblades I make no promises lol

[priestofberath]

You know I saw a post where people were talking about what dissociation feels like for them and I saw and I thought, huh, that can't be right. I feel like that every day of my life. Surely I can't just be dissociation all the time! Well. I mean. Huh. Oh sit okay I tought abot it really hard and felt my arm tendons,good god.theyre still there. Ok. I don't want to be a mammal. God gives me the gift of flesh and I curse it and I anguish in it. Pores. Auuuugh. I have hair

[izzy-mizzie-boo]

Part 2

11 HOPLESS ROMANTIC!!!(With all the lyrics! As wrote about the Misolrens, Melody ends up being someone that can't hold back her feelings when they start to get slightly strong, but if she ever felt the need to confess her feelings, she would avoid the person the max she could, because she would want to make it perfect or as sweet/romantic as possible).

12 Any type, she doesn't really mind the song type, but she mostly likes/listens to eletronic music.

13 Already doing it.

14 The others trust her easily, she needs a bit of time to adjust to anyone. A few cases are different, after all, she would need some help with a few stuff when Brin isn't close.

15 Keep in mind that Mi-lasol is almost an isolated planet(not about space, but about communication with other planets), she would never mention her origins and neither her family tree.

16 Cartoon Melody would be mostly a golden retirver energy along with Reboot Melody(Retroboot and Threeboot are practically and certainly black cat energy).

17 Her opinion about my life might be something positive(even if I'm having almost daily axiety problems but let's shove it aside-) since I have a supportive family(meaning about studies and all, not in the LGBTQ+ part because I'm still in the closet-), she would basically gradually trusting me as she does with everyone else and maybe be my friend(I also have a few issues with my own anger).

18 She's already in a futuristic scenario sooo-

19 1_ So... I will have to use Reboot Melody in this one since they are almost the same: Yes, she does enjoy a lot the presence and the love of her parents. 2_(Returning to Cartoon Melody) I would certainly say a huge: Maybe. Melody doesn't like o lose anyone that is special to her, but she always try to look at the good side of the situations, it's almost like: "I'm suffering, but I can get through this! I think..." 3_ Yes. She surely does. <3

20 "I wish I could stop worrying about being truly happy with who I want to be with and turn my dreams into reality..." Alright, I might explain this in other post or something, but this part I got thinking abot Melody after the Season 2 Episode 13(Finale), practically her future self that would be getting a few seconds to herself, thinking about her life.

21 If she ever had a first kiss: Sudden kiss - Probably like a silly and nervous bean. Already expecting the kiss - She's a hopeless romantic, she would surely just smile softly like she got the best achviment in her life.

22 Spending it walking or enjoying a few games at the beach/forest/climbing a montain or even fixing/ creating projects while listening to her favorite songs.

23 Do I need to say??? Brin Londo, Superman, Shrinking Violet or Phantom Girl. The ones she trust the most with her feelings.

How to get to know your characters better?

(feel free to add your own thoughts to this list, hope it helps!) req by @miricalebabyy44 <3

what will your character be like if they were in your shoes?

is your oc the mom friend or the dad or the childish one in their friendgroup ?

do those "poet, king, soldier" quiz for your oc. im being fr

do the "36 questions to fall in love" quiz as your oc.

ik your ocs trauma have an impact on their character, but how would they be like, if they hadn't gone through that experience?

does your oc have similar tastes as you do? (music, art, fashion, coffee/tea etctetc)

will they "i only live once so I'll do it for the plot." or will they "i only live once ffs, i don't wanna die." ?

what is your ocs opinion of love? how is/was their love life on a scale of 1-10?

will your oc let go of someone precious to them when they know they're putting them at danger?

around whom does your oc lets their guard down?

are they romantically constipated or a hopeless romantic?

what type of music does ur oc like?

write a lot about your oc if you're struggling to get to know them. find a drabble prompt, and write what they'd do.

do they trust others easily or do they get trusted by others easily?

what is something your oc will never talk to anyone about? (their answer can be deep, like some emo trauma or like smthng like back when they shit their pants or smthng yk)

do they give off golden retriever energy, or a black cat energy? (or both?)

what will THEIR opinion be on YOUR current life? will they be ur friend? will they trust you?

will your oc survive in a fantasy setting, a war setting, a dystopian setting, a futuristic setting, a medieval setting? will ur oc survive after getting stranded on an island, or a forest?

does your oc like their parents, do they like how their life is, do they feel like they're born in the right gen?

if they are ever to get one wish definitely granted, what would they wish for?

how did they react to their first kiss? (if they have had it by now lmao)

what's an ideal day for your oc?

lastly, who does your oc go to when they've fucked up?

[benefits1986]

hirayamala_yari_ka

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

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

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

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

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

And so, my verdict?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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