gigil

gigil
—  (noun) Gigil is an untranslatable Tagalog word, from the language of the Philippines, which has made it into our list of most beautiful feelings for its adorability factor. To experience gigil means to be overcome by a sudden urge to pinch or squeeze something/someone that is irresistibly cute! We are surprised that there is not a word for this in every language, especially since most of us are fascinated by puppies, kittens, babies, and even our romantic partners. Next time you are overcome by gigil when you see your boyfriend/girlfriend or puppy, remember with bliss and satisfaction that this emotion has not been wasted in the spectrum of sentiments. 

Gigil

*dark green green hair parted down the middle
*swampy blue eyes
*long lashes 
*dimples (could not draw, i’m so sorry) 
*funky patterned earthy knit sweater 
*blue and green plaid skirt
*brown tights with beige stars 
*brown loafers

likes
- lon lon (milk mustaches) 
- love letters 
- giggling 
- pascal’s advice

dislikes 
- waiting for coffee to cool 
- villagers falling into pitfall seeds
- sleeping through the sunrise 

gigil [gee-guhl]
—  (noun) Gigil is an untranslatable Tagalog word, from the language of the Philippines, which has made it into our list of most beautiful feelings for its adorability factor. To experience gigil means to be overcome by a sudden urge to pinch or squeeze something/someone that is irresistably cute! We are surprised that there is not a word for this in every language, especially since most of us are fascinated by puppies, kittens, babies, and even our romantic partners. Next time you are overcome by gigil when you see your boyfriend/girlfriend or puppy, remember with bliss and satisfaction that this emotion has not been wasted in the spectrum of sentiments. 

There’s a word.

There’s a word that’s not English, that’s just on the tip of Bucky’s polyglot tongue. 

He needs this word to describe that shivery feeling that goes up his spine and makes him grit his teeth and clench his fists whenever Steve does something unbearably, unspeakably adorable.

All right, so Natasha would say that Steve only needed to breathe in his direction and Bucky would think it was unspeakably adorable. 

She’s wrong. 

(GOD DAMN IT, NATALYA, YOU STOP LAUGHING AT ME.)

It’s the way Steve’s new, modern haircut turns his hair into floofy baby chick down when he removes his helmet. 

(Bucky has to repress the urge to grab him so he can bury his nose into it, press kisses behind that spot behind Steve’s ear that makes him shiver delightedly in his arms, the first step on a familiar trail leading to that luscious cherry-pink mouth.)

It’s the way Steve can still blush and try to shrink back to being five foot precious and smile shy and sweet in thanks at unexpected praise. 

(He’s never been good at accepting compliments and kind words.  They’re still a gift to him, still startle him at times - especially when it’s for his art.)

It’s the way Steve gives him that mischievous, naughty look with that little shit grin of his. 

(I know what you’re thinking and I like it - is what he’s really saying.  And Bucky gets a lot of Those Looks.  Which usually lead to very interesting pleasurable things that were best kept to private spaces.  Nope - that does not include the pantry closet, according to a very much Brain Bleached Tony Stark.)

It’s the fact that Bucky oftentimes has to physically restrain himself from laying hands on Steve’s ass, especially when it looks so good in Bucky’s jeans. 

(He gets his own back by borrowing Steve’s shirts, raises a brow when Steve gives him a heated look for getting the one with that specific shade of blue.)

There’s a word.  There’s a word for this, when Bucky can’t stand it anymore and he just grabs his punk and hoists him over his shoulder, ignoring any and all yelps and protests, tosses him on the bed, watches him go from indignant to breathless, pink-cheeked and hot-eyed and Bucky dives right into his arms, snuggles and nuzzles giggles out of him and later things turn much more heated and the giggling turns into gasps and moans and pleas for more. 

(Clothing may or may not get torn up in the proceedings.   This makes both of them insufferably smug at that.)

There’s a word and it’s right on the tip of Bucky’s polyglot tongue.

Oh. 

It’s gigil. 

So much gigil.

—  Gigil, a Blanket Fort Headcanon because Bucko is hopelessly gone on his Steeb

swampier  asked:

🎩🎨!!

how and why did your mayor become mayor?
Gigil was having a really bad panic attack* and decided to leave her hometown (for a bit) by simply hopping on the next train and enjoying the scenery. While she was recharging, she saw a town with all these cherry trees bordering the tracks, with one slightly different than the rest. It was vibrant, color gradient, and something she had never seen before with Peaches back home. So she immediately decided to step off and explore; unknowingly about to commit to a new life.  Once off, there were all these new faces to greet Gigil because of course, her wiccan ass winds up in the only town waiting for someone to take over. (coincidence? we think not.) She gladly decided to take on the role as Mayor, never feeling more at home, more grounded in any town. The person who was supposed to help never showed up either, so it’s a good thing she was there!
*the panic attack was from her childhood best friend, Bones, moving away (Bones left for food outside of Fleurie, and Gi pretended not to do the same)

three hobbies?
- using plant magic to craft healing oils for herself and the villagers lamps (she’s practicing incense now) 
- rock smashing / ore collecting
- drinking hot tea with milk & honey while watching the sunrise with any other residents awake (usually at least Gayle) 

Perjalanan

Jauh, tapi tak kudengar ada yang mengeluh
Tak nyaman, tapi tetap bertahan

Lelah di punggung tak jadi perkara
Gigil di badan pun diakali

Demi satu
Nanti di satu titik temu
Hanya senyum yang bersemi di wajah mereka

(Malioboro Ekspress, heading to Yogyakarta)

Menamatkan Malam Tanpamu

“temani aku, dengan resiko apapun
jangan biarkan aku tergerus sedu sedan”
- Rendy Jean Satria -


menghayati malam dengan buku-buku
dan menghikmati jalan yang kutempuh
tanpamu kefanaan terasa lebih ringkih
sekaligus teramat menyedihkan hanya
hangat dan basah napasmu sisa cumbu
rayu masih bersetia merahmati telingaku
dengan lenguhmu meski angin semakin
doyan mengusapkan gigil pada seluruh
bagian tubuhku yang rawan juga rapuh
yang biasa diberkati sentuhan-pelukanmu
sementara bintang-bintang di langit itu
mungkin menunggu diburu sajak-sajakku
padahal tanpamu sajak serupa napasku
kini tersengal-sengal menyusuri aroma
kesunyian demi kesunyian yang menjalar
dari jejaruman jam dan aku pun limbung
ternyata tanpamu malamku tak mengarah
pada sebuah pulang: pulas dan tenang


2017

Dingin

Dingin menyelimuti
Kebekuan dibawah nol derajat
Kekakuan terasa semakin pekat
Matahari seolah sekarat

Hanya gigil yang setia
merawat gemetar di sekujur raga
menusuk jauh ke dalam sukma
hingga kebas dan mati rasa

Dingin ….
Seperti sapa yang tak lagi ceria
Seperti tatap yang hampa
Seperti peluk yang tak pernah erat
Seperti tangan yang enggan berjabat

Menjelang Tidur

1.

Teriakan lirih dari balik pintu lemari di kamarnya suatu malam
pengalaman seram masa kanak-kanak itu masih membawa
ketakutan. Segaris sinar yang dipadamkan lampu jalan yang
menembus ventilasi adalah kantuknya pada suatu subuh. Kabut
menyodorkan gigil di seantero tubuhnya, mengumban kokok ayam
jago tetangga, mengelumun di jendela yang lembab dan menyergap
rekah fajar. Di mula hari ia jelajahi mimpi pada sebuah buku puisi

2.

Sekoloni imaji yang membentuk unggunan angan menyusupkan
sunyi ke tubuhnya sebagai terkaman yang melenakan. Erotisme
Enny Arrow membuat pagi menggelinjang di antara masa lalu dan
masa depan. Tapi, sunyi itu juga membuat semacam garis putus-
putus lagu Joshua Suherman sebagai ladang penggembalaan asyik
masyuk berbicara dengan diri sendiri atau menyanyi di kamar mandi:
Diobok-obok airnya diobok-obok, banyak ikan yang kecil-kecil pada…

3.
Dunia menjadi selebar layar telepon pintar. Ia menyerahkan sebagian
waktunya di situ. Menjadi seorang anak, seorang karyawan, bahkan
seorang umat cukuplah dengan cara menggerakkan kedua jempolnya:
Ia menganggap gebyar-gebyar di luaran di mana ribuan pertanyaan
bergentayangan menemu jawab dalam genggaman. Jam demi jam
diusap-tekan dan dipandangi layar telepon pintar itu, menyaksikan
Hawking berorasi tentang usia alam semesta yang sebentar lagi akan
menemu ajalnya. Ia baringkan hari-harinya di akun-akun media sosial
dininabobokannya dan ia temukan Aan Mansyur minum kopi sembari
menekuri New York Times sebagai upaya merenungi tanda tanya

4.

Kesunyian membelenggunya sedemikian lama, mengubur rohaninya
dengan kekelaman puisi Georg Trakl. Alangkah lambat gerak waktu
ketika segalanya mendadak jauh tak terengkuh hingga ia menjelma
eyelight seorang Afrizal Malna: bebaskanlah aku, bebaskanlah aku
dari kultur yang menawan kebinatanganku. Ia menanti datangnya
Sang Juru Selamat berjalan di atas air. Lalu Ia pun merajuki kilau
kemilau cahaya rembulan di arus sungai yang tenang tempat Li Po
menghanyutkan dirinya sendiri pada haiku dari segentong arak

5.

Ketika sedang merancang takdirnya sendiri di dalam gudang kata-kata
ia menemukan sepotong celana yang pudar warnanya, celana yang
bukan sembarang celana, celana yang dikenangnya dari seorang ibu
di halaman koran Minggu pada suatu Paskah yang indah dan basah

6.

Unggunan angan meleleh dari pikiran-perasaan penyusunnya bersama
mambang ia pun mengalir di awang-awang menuju gerbang para dewa
yang dijaga titisan Khidir. Tapi, malah jadi Samurai ia; menarik pedang
dengan sangat perlahan lalu diayunkan dengan anggun ke arah yang
datang. Mereka malih rupa menjadi jerebu di hutan Riau yang dibakar
oleh pengusaha murtad berdalih kemajuan negeri. Ia yang hari ini
Sinar Mas, besok Wilmar, lusa entah apalagi. Nusantara si Jelita
mengutip Rangitunoa Black: Api telah membakar ujung lidahku
aku harus menangis untuk memadamkannya!

7.

Di mana Melayu? Sekadar bayangan pelabuhan kecil mengirimkan
kehendakan yang lain bagi Chairil. “Aku ingin pulang ke sana,” rengek
Soni kepada Agus R Sarjono yang sedang menyesap kopi, mengisap
kretek sembari mengenang ayahanda tercinta. Di jauhan seorang
Marhalim Zaini menyandarkan tongkang ke dermaga dan bertanya:
Tuan Puan, semenanjung ini siapa punya?

8.

Sebuah buku puisi terbuka memancarkan pelangi, Rendy Jean Satria
terbata-bata mendaras huruf-huruf sunyi sembari menunjuk bintang-
bintang di angkasa kepada Astrajingga Asmasubrata dan sayup-sayup
lantunan alfiyah bergemuruh laksana lokomotif tua Walt Whitmen
Dengan wajah lesi ia tarik kembali selimutnya, membenamkan segala
kemelut menyamar hantu-hantu yang malang di cerpen Rendra. Tapi
rasa kantuk adalah kehangatan peluk ibu kepada anak bengalnya, yang
bukan ia melainkan aku. Melainkan aku yang tersedu di hadapan kamus


(dusun maja, 2017)

154.

aku membayangkan embun di kaca jendela
tak mau jatuh menyaksikan kita
di dalam kamar
memutar Blues Pills samar-samar

pembicaraan barusan hanya sebentar
mampu membuat perasaanku
lalu bergetar
menahan sayu mata haru

barangkali kamar ini punya telinga
bahkan jendela gigil terasa
dan udara menyampaikan apa saja
termasuk diam yang bertanya

cinta seperti apakah kita
sepasang burung tanpa sayap
tanpa setitik niat mengudara
terjebak sebatas harap

lagu semakin sayup
jendela sudah kau tutup
pagi ini tak ada yang lain
tak ada pula yang mungkin