i just love this quote even when sounds way better in spanish

More | Stiles Stilinski

From: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles x reader
Word count: 2,819
Warnings: fluff x

A/N: Yep, yet another one. Apparently, inspiration hasn’t abandoned me, so, until then, imma keep writing, whether you guys like it or not. And a special thanks to @ombralievedineve who helped me and proofread this for me! Enjoy! xo 

Beacon Hills. Same old Beacon Hills.

Nothing was really happening here lately so I thought it was the perfect day to spend the afternoon outside and enjoy the last few days before having to pack everything up for college. The sky was kind of cloudy so taking a sweater with me would probably be a good idea.

I headed outside, stuck my headphones in my ears and right before leaving the house I spotted my old black skateboard leaning on the fence. Oh, my God, I haven’t been on that in so long… I thought about it for a bit, shrugged my shoulders, smiled and picked it up.

Damn, I love this thing. I’ve always loved riding the skateboard. I remember when I used it everyday when I had to go to school in the morning: walking wasn’t really my thing and I didn’t want my parents to bring me because I didn’t want to disturb them, so, for my 13th birthday, right before high school started, I asked if they could buy me one, and they did, which made me the happiest person in the world. 

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So Close (Part 2 of 5)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: This started as a 4+1 setup on Lin asking you to marry him. It devolved into a study of a year plus some in a relationship, and how you can be so close to the end and yet so far in the blink of an eye.

Word Count: 6057 (oh god I’m so sorry)

Warnings: SMUT AHEAD, KIDDOS. It is a very short section, but it’s there. Also, medical speak (nothing too graphic), badly translated Spanish, lots of swears.

Notes:  I am not a medical professional, nor do I speak Spanish, nor have I ever been on Broadway. I put a lot of research into this stuff to make it seem as realistic as possible, but if you can tell me how to fix a situation or change a translation to make it better, please let me know, I’m happy to listen.

I took a lot of inspiration from random things, but I want to point out some of my sources because they are important.

  • The Hamiltome gave me most of the original cast/crew names and timelines for when things happened (transfer to Broadway, opening night, etc.) I also heavily relied on the timeline on the Hamilton Wiki page.
  • One of the recurring quotes throughout this work comes from Peter Pan. Kudos if you know it.
  • The quote about cause of derailment comes from a news article in February of 2017 from ABC7 of NY.
  • “Mine” by @musicalmoriarty​ heavily inspired my tiny smut scene, but she writes better than I do, so don’t judge her on this small section of my poor writing. Go read hers and tell her she is wonderful!
  • The very first line is a prompt from @caceerps. Plenty of amazing prompt offerings over there, please go look!
  • Spanish translations are courtesy of Reverso Contexto. Better than Google, but I’m sure, not infallible. Let me know if I’m way off the mark.
  • Title comes from the Jon McLaughlin song of the same name. It is the over arcing theme song for this fic. Link

This is the first thing I’ve written in at least 5 years, and it’s the first thing I’ve written for a Broadway fandom in 10+ years. Please be kind.

Tags: @musicalmoriarty (my beautiful Goddess, thank you for being my cheerleader!) / @invisiblerambler / @spicydice/ @keikoraventeller / @mistressofdawn / @hamwriters // If you want to be tagged, just ask ☺

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anonymous asked:

right, but what about whiskey/tango coming out to dex b/c they think he's queer and will support them and dex having his internal sexuality panic right then and there

Dex dropped his backpack beside the couch with a thud. He was normally more careful with it, but he’d been awake for the past 27 hours with no sleep, he’d only barely met the deadline for his Gender Studies essay, and Professor Rezendes had decided to hold back his class. For an extra 20 minutes. 

The only thing that Dex wanted to do was fall into a short coma, but sometime around 3 a.m. Tango had texted him asking if they could talk. And his 3 a.m. self thought that it would be an excellent idea. 2 p.m. Dex, however, was at the level of sleep deprivation that put him dangerously close to either homicide or insanity.

Still, he did love the tadpoles.

“What did you guys want to talk with me about again?” He asked, grabbing a stray snickerdoodle from the plate on the coffee table, actually looking towards the Tadpoles for the first time and-

Okay. So he had at least half of an idea about why Tango wanted to talk. 

They were sprawled out on the couch, Tango tucked into Whiskey’s side. Dex can’t say that he’d never suspected anything (Tango was about as close as you could get to being an open book), but he’d always thought it was one-sided. Given the lovestruck way that Whiskey was watching Tango right now, apparently not. 

Tango squinted expectantly at him. “Is it not super obvi-” 

“We’re dating.” Whiskey interrupted, side-eyeing Tango, who looked back at his boyfriend with a ‘no shit, Sherlock’ expression.

He’d totally called it, but Dex still stared blankly at them for a moment, processing the fact that the two freshman he and Nursey had practically adopted had somehow fallen in love, that he was watching his children grow up (damn he felt like Bitty), before his face split into a smile. 

“Congrats, dudes,” He said, flopping down across from them in an empty arm chair, before taking a slightly more serious tone. “Also, like, thanks for trusting me with this moment.” 

Whiskey snorted. “Bitty said the exact same thing.”

“Shitty taught us well,” Dex shrugged. “Speaking of, um, I should probably know who you’re out to, so I don’t accidentally say something to someone that you guys aren’t comfortable with.” 

“Just you and Bitty,” Tango answered cheerfully. “We don’t know when we’ll be ready to tell the others, but we felt like we could tell you two.” 

Ha, he thought, so the Tadpoles trusted me more than Nursey. Nursey can suck my ass they think I’m more- wait what?

“That’s totally cool and I respect that,” Dex asked, “But like, why not Nursey?” 

Tango fidgeted a little with the sleeve of Whiskey’s shirt. “Well, we weren’t sure if he’d be totally, um, chill, with us dating. And like, also, you know…” 

He did not know, and it must have shown on his face. 

Whiskey rolled his eyes. “Also, you know, Nursey’s not queer. We figured it would just be easier to come out to you and Bitty for now.”

Dex’s entire world seemed to shift on its axis.

“I’m not gay,” he snorted incredulously. “Like, I’m glad that you guys felt comfortable enough to come out to me, but why would you even think that?”

Tango looked quizzically at him. Whiskey raised a single, well-manicured, judgmental eyebrow. None of them spoke.

“Are you sure?” Tango asked at length, still obviously doubtful. “Are you sure you’re not at least a little gay?”

“Um, yeah?” Dex said. “I’m pretty sure I would’ve noticed if I was into dudes by now.” 

“But what about your crush on Chris Pine?” Tango asked.

“And your sexuality rants in the dining hall?” Whiskey added.

“And how you always get onto the Lax-douches for saying no homo?” 

Dex’s brain almost short-circuited from a combination of exhaustion and shock. It almost felt like he was being fucking interrogated or something. He took a slow deep inhale before he started explaining. 

“First off, I wouldn’t say I’m gay for Chris Pine. He’s cute, but, like, even if I were gay I don’t think I’d be into him. He’s twice my age. And I rant about gender and sexuality stuff because Shitty made me promise to ‘keep the tradition alive’ when he left for Harvard and said that he trusted me, as, and I quote, ‘the angriest, most passionate motherfucker on the team’ to carry on his legacy. It’s the same reason I get onto the Lax Bros. Fuck those dudes.” 

The silence was somewhere between awkward and understanding. Dex could practically see the way the gears were turning in Tango’s head. His thoughts must’ve settled after a second or two though, because Tango’s 1000-volt smile returned. 

“Sorry for assuming, Dex,” He said. “We should’ve known better. It was nice of you to take it in stride, though. I knew we could count on you.” 

Dex smiled back, exhausted and relieved, but still glad that Tango and Whiskey felt comfortable around him. “No problem dude, we all jump to conclusions sometimes. You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff Nursey used to think about me.” 

Tango’s eyes widened comically, “No! Really? What did he-” 

A buzzer went off in the kitchen, piercing and annoying. Tango’s nose wrinkled and Dex almost flinched at its sound. 

“Give me a second, I told Bitty I wouldn’t let his pie burn.” Tango said, disentangling himself from his boyfriend. Whiskey watched him leave, his eyes following his boyfriend all the way to the kitchen, but as soon as the door shut his eyes were on Dex. 

“Are you fucking with me? With the gay thing?” 

Dex was halfway between laughing and pounding his head on the table. 

“I already told you guys that I’m not gay. Jesus, calm down.” 

Whiskey leaned forward. “Then why are you always looking at Nursey like you want to fuck him senseless, move into the suburbs, and then adopt ten kids with him?” 

He scoffed, “I don’t-” 

It was like several things clicked at once. 

“I’m not into Nursey,” Dex rebutted with no actual force at all.

Whiskey raised both well-manicured, judgmental eyebrows at him this time.

“I’m not. I’m not into Nursey. I would’ve noticed or, like…” Dex trailed off as shock set in. 

Whiskey leaned back, nodding slightly. 

“Oh,” Dex said quietly. “Fuck.” 

Whiskey only hummed in solidarity. Distantly, Dex could hear Tango knock something over in the kitchen. Or maybe several somethings. 

Whiskey sighed. “I’m going to go help him, but you-” he said with a pointed look- “should probably go get some sleep. You look like you’re about to pass out or something.” 

Dex shook himself into being awake and functional enough to process that. “Yeah, sounds good.” 

He grabbed his bag off of the floor, but Whiskey grabbed his shoulder before he could leave. 

He almost looked like he had no idea what to say. “Dude, honestly just chill. You can figure everything out when you don’t look like death. I probably- shit, we probably shouldn’t have gone all Spanish Inquisition on you when you look like death. No offense or anything. Also Bitty’s gone for the weekend, so you might as well crash in his room.” 

Dex sighed, practically sobbing at the thought of getting some sleep and just not thinking about how in love he was with his best friend anything. “Yeah, I get you. I’ll just.. go crash there now.”

Whiskey let go of him gently, as if he was afraid he would tip over. 

“Cool.” He said, then looked over his shoulder towards the kitchen. “I gotta go help with whatever that was.” 

Dex nodded, already halfway in the hallway. He wanted to sleep so bad, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Nursey

God, he was so fucked.

Game of Thrones Season 7 Episode 3 Pt. 1

I actually have the time to write this so here I go.

WARNINGS: SPOIIIiLERS; not a D@€nerys fan so y'all know I’ll be actually critical about her actions; JonSa shipper so of course I have a little bias.


1.- We start at Dragonstone, where Jon Snow and Dadvos are just arriving, the welcome comitee looks pleasant enough (if you don’t mind the Dothrakis and the Unsullied intimidating you that is) Tyrion and Jon immediatly take quips at each other and are buddy-buddy, Missandei says it’s so cool they’re taking so much trouble for Quiin D’s sake (LMAO not everyone is in Love with her like y'all honey, it’s not even for her but whatever helps you both sleep at night) and asks them to leave their weapons.

Right, so I would say she ask them this as a trust act and stuff,and it would be so if they were on a neutral spot and she went unarmed (without Dragons and guards) but it’s NOT really what FUCKING difference does it make if Jon has Longclaw??? He didn’t bring a frigging army and he sure as hell can’t fight them all (specially the magical fire lizards) so why??? Well this is the first of many acts of petty dominance on Dane-ñys part we’ll see this episode.

They even take the motherfucking boat (who is looking threatening now?) and Jon makes this face like he regreats his moronic decision of leaving WF

All those steps tho!!! (Stannis must have been real fit guys) So Dadvos tries to test the waters and asks something about her homeland to Missandei, she is polite but clearly distant and Dadvos whispers to Jon things have surely changed in DS.

Tyrion asks about Sansa (not Lady Sansa or your sister, hmmmm???) Jon says she is well, and that would have been a pretty normal conversation if not for the fact that Tyrion chooses to make a joke asking if Sansa has missed him, and guys believe me I tried to take off my shipper googles for tonight’s episode but holy fuck!! Jon looks like he wants to punch Tyrion, and he gets so nervous and uncomfortable he all but blurts that their marriage was a sham and unconsummated, Jon snaps that he didn’t ask.

I don’t know y'all but if someone talked to me about my big brother’s sex life I would be like ewww and make a cringey face, because I don’t give a damn, but Jon’s reactions are wierd he gets angry, also why talk about a sexual part of Sansa’s life everytime Jon meets her past suitors?? I mean we could argue that Jon meeting Tyrion again was inevitable, as well as seeing Theon next ep (cuz they are both with the D) or even the Hound because he and the Bannerless Brotherhood are heading North to fight with the WW… But what about LF? Jon was about to leave, he had no need to know about LF’s intentions and that threat in Hulk mode was just too innecesary as was Tyrion’s comment, or the Joffrey thing back on 7x01??? I don’t wanna be overly optimistic but things are still looking good for J/S.

Yeah so we have a Danonino is petty again moment by sending her Dragons to scare Jon, and OK I really like Missandei (I Love seeing girls who once were abused be confident and empowered, and I Love lenguages as well and it’s so cool she speaks so many!!) but her pleased holier than thou expression pissed me off, you don’t do that to guests miss! It’s rude and totally uncalled for to do this to someone that has been nothing but accomodating and polite.

Also I have another issue here, Missandei was crucial to Danita’s conquest of Meeren and Astapor because she was her translator, she understood how things moved there (masters and slaves) and she was loyal to D unconditionaly, but why bring her to Westeros??? She doesn’t need a translator anymore and just like Danonino Missandei doesn’t know squat about westerosi politics… Wild idea, but wouldn’t it have been better and a hella lot more meaningful if Missandei had stayed as Lady Regent in Mereen (I mean a girl raised as a slave leading people like her, it makes sense to me) but I guess D needed a cool break up gift for Daario.

2.-Melissandre is watching them from a Cliff, and Varys is like if you say they so great why didn’t you greet them?? She is vague af but basically says she and Team Snow are not so cool with each other because she made a mistake (that’s how we calling sweet Shireen’s awfull murder?? Fuck you red woman) and says she is gonna go to Volantis to chill before the war, and Varys is like good and don’t ever come back you trick ass bih, but Meli is like y'all need me and my destiny is to die in this foreing land… Like you (is it me or does this remind y'all of Danss threat last ep??)

3.-They finally reach the castle, Jon is kind of adorable cuz he is so uncomfortable and fidgety, and Danee is petty again, sitting on yet another fugly throne (Aegon honey I know you were all about conquering but you have a hella lot of obsidian lying around and it would have made an awesome and elegant throne instead of that thing you have there) and Missandei annoys me once again by proudly parroting every goddamn title of Dañy, and she looks ridiculous once Davos humbly introduces Jon (I actually laughed because it’s more aparent than ever to me that all their parallels were to make'em foils of each other).

Jon and Davos say she could take KL very easily and that if she hasn’t done so yet it’s because, and I quote’ “You’re better than Cersei at the very least” I mean you’re not exactly wrong Jon, but like Tyrion was the one to say ‘Hey how about we don’t kill anyone pls’ so there’s that.

Jon proves once again he is a hella lot more polite and grown up than her adressing her as Your Grace and Daññy is a petty toddler calling him Lord Snow, but my Dadvos is having none of that shit and he corrects her which leads to D@€-D@€ to prove her ignorance once again saying the last KitN bent the knee to grand pops Aegon in exchange of his and the rest of the northerns lives (yes honey and you think that was good or fair? Using violence to get your way?) and that it was for everzzzz cuz even though my shitty ancestors bullied everyone to give up their claims to them they became super best friends and had eternal perfect peace (I read World of I&F and her history knowledge is biased or plain shitty, I mean Targaryens were awful and had massive weapons of destruction nobody was going against them for fear not loyalty you entitled brat!!) so kneel!! And he was like LOL no, your crazy dad burned my grandad and my uncle if anything your family broke the alliance, and we have a D is a big fat hypocrite moment when she asks Jon not to condemn her for her father’s sins, Jon is not impressed and retorts that then he can’t be held to his ancestor’s promise (I’m so proud of my son) and LMAO she gets sooooo angry and snaps that why did he came here if not to postrate his unworthy self before her (cuz she believes everything is about her it seems) Jon proceeds to explain the threat of the WW (ily Jon but you need to explain things better) Tyrion and D are reasonably disbelieving (I would have expected them have more of an open mind, I mean they have motherfucking Dragons ffs!! But I can understand an army of the dead sounds pretty crazy to be fair) and we get the summary of Danee’s arc and how she got this far by believing in herself (I’m more inclined to say it was the Dragons and sheer luck in having powerful resourceful advisors coming to you but ok).

Now I know I said I Love girls who empower themselves after being abused, so how come I dislike D@ne so if she is exactly that? Well I didn’t at first, I loved her and was rooting so hard for her ‘till she decided that she was better than everyone else and became a conqueror and entitled to a boot, not a breaker of chains. She took the Unsullied for herself because she didn’t want the Dothrakis to pilliage and rape their way through Astapor, good! But why the need to take Astapor and then Mereen? If she were a hero (which I don’t think she is) she would have liberated the slaves without declaring herself ruler, she would have let them decide who they wanted to rule among themselves and would have helped them to come up with a new government, forming a friendly alliance maybe then they even would have helped her in her quest to go back to Westeros, instead of violently taking the power (and no I’m not defending the masters at all, but I do think the mereenese people deserved to have a say in how they wanted to be ruled now that they were free) Since I was little I was taught the spanish took my country with fire and blood, weapons my people couldn’t defend themselves against, they took away their culture, religion and their names. They were forced to work with no pay, murdered, raped (our last tlatoani/leader/king Cuahutemoc got his feet burned when the spanish were interrogating him about aztec gold) and tortured for 300 years, and in my 6yo heart I hated it, of course I don’t hate nor recent the Spanish people for their (and also mine because I have spanish blood as well as aztec and egyptian) ancestor’s deeds, but I hated that people thought they were better than other people, and that they felt entitled to take lands that were not theirs, I hated to imagine the suffering of my people, I hated to know we could never fully understand all the amazing culture and knowledge the mesoamerican cultures had because they decided their way was better and burned or buried most of it, and D@€ny reminds me of all that, and it doesn’t let me enjoy her even as a Villian or Fallen Hero.

(excuse my rant and feel totally free to ignore it)

Dadvos just can’t with her bullshit and he says Jon has done a lot of similar things but without Dragons. Honestly the best way to explain it is with the 'but did you die?’ gif, and supports Jon’s testimony about the WW.

And D@€ny is like yeah but the throne is MINE and if you don’t agree you are against me (lovely way to make more enemies,yup be antagonistic pls) Jon loses it and says she and all the Lords and Ladies of Westeros are FUCKING children fighting for a chair when a real threat is just around the corner and they aren’t going to care who is the rightful anything.

She is so ofended its hillarious xD, she asks Tyrion what she is supposed to do since he refuses to acknowledge her as Qinn of the 7 realms, and he called her a child (well Dañy what did you expect when you have only acted as such?) and Tyrion is like well he said we were ALL children tbh in a very non-commital way.

Jon and Davos are dismissed, and my baby asks if he is her priosioner, 'not yet’ she says, and hold me because Imma knock some sense into her.


Tis too long, I’ll continue in part 2.

Koi No Yokan (Suga)

Pairing: SugaxReader
Genre: General Fluff
Wordcount: 2958
Warnings: None
Description: The boy on the bus could work on his bedside manner.

A/N: MIN SUGA, MIN SUGA. So this is part of a series called Koi no Yokan, which refers to the sense a person has after meeting someone that they will fall in love. Today is Yoongi! Honestly I feel like these are kind of dramatic, but drama’s good. Good drama is good ^^
I hope you all have a wonderful day!

The boy beside you has soft pink hair, the same shade as cotton candy, and you think he’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever met in your life.

You’re trying not to stare.

Unfortunately, you’re not succeeding.

You’ve been on this bus for over an hour. Ever since you departed from the Seoul terminal, the boy’s had a pair of large headphones secured firmly to his ears, and you think he’s been asleep long before you sat down. A deep sleep. He didn’t even jostle when you hit three consecutive pot holes.

In turn, you pulled out a book a half hour in, but you haven’t made much headway. Mainly because, when the boy’s sunglasses slipped down his nose, you realized you were sitting next to an angel and became partially incapacitated.

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anonymous asked:

Your 5 favorite things about Alex?

His kindness and genuine care for others.
Let me quote a message I received about him here. 
”I remember when they played here in Barcelona he said “visca catalunya” (which is actually Catalan, not even Spanish) and I loved that because most celebrities don’t even know what Catalonia is lol and he actually took time to learn a couple words in Catalan, when it would’ve been easier to say it in Spanish” x
It’s the small things like that that show he actually cares.

The way he talks about the things he’s passionate about. 
“When I first saw it in the store two years ago, I laughed at it. Then I went back and bought it. It’s as if they tried to make a guitar so no one would have to have an effect pedal ever again. It’s got a repeater effect, a palm wah-wah and a ratty fuzz distortion sound. And when you play it, it sounds like an orchestra from outer space.about his Vox teardrop-shaped 12-string Starstream guitar (Guitar World - December 2013)

His intelligence.
“I sometimes imagine each word to be made using a three dimensional open-top glass alphabet. Each letter built to harness and transport the mirror ball liquid marble of the melody. When the ‘substance’ fills up the syllables they seem to shimmer and become weightless. With the addition of close harmony I see colours swirl together, parts of the lyrics glow and the way in which they float suggests that something like the ‘star gate’ sequence from 2001: A Space Odyssey is happening deep inside them out of view.” 
This whole interview is just fascinating.

“It’s really like… I feel like that riff - or that song even (Do I Wanna Know) - was like a ghost within the walls of this old guitar that I bought, to some extent.” 

His sense of humour. 
“That rock’n’roll, eh? That rock’n’roll, it just won’t go away. It might hibernate from time to time, sink back into the swamp. I think the cyclical nature of the universe in which it exists demands it adheres to some of its rules. But it’s always waiting there, just around the corner, ready to make its way back through the sludge and smash through the glass ceiling, looking better than ever. Yeah, that rock’n’roll. Seems like it’s faded away sometimes, but it will never die. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Thank you very fucking much for this, I do truly appreciate it. Don’t take that the wrong way. And yeah… invoice me for the microphone if you need to.” 
This speech is iconic and no one can ever convince me otherwise.

His strength and ability to grow and overcome his shyness.
“Writing isn’t the same as speaking, I struggle with conversation.”

“I feel like I should just flip out and do something crazy. It’s boring when people tell me I’m really well grounded. I feel a little bit sensible ? I don’t want to be that.”

“I’m in a difficult position in the sense that, preposterous as this might sound, I don’t like being the center of attention. I get up on stage every night and play songs, but I almost feel the songs are the center of attention. I don’t like opening my birthday presents in front of people, either.” -  Esquire UK (May 2014)

“I think I’m alright as a lyricist, you know? But then what will happen every couple of months or so is that I’ll hear a song I’ve never heard before and feel I’ve gone right back to square one. ”

“If anyone asks me about songwriting, I guess I’d say that you just gotta do it. I remember being afraid almost, to write shit down. It’s not strictly like - it is a craft, and there’s definitely an element… you need a little bit of luck and a little bit of magic as well. It’s just about practice; you get better.” x

There are so many more amazing things about him and I’m always so excited to find out more. 

*Friendship Rings*

So I saw a comic today on my dash, and a request from another person in the community asking just about anybody to write a fanfic about it.

So I thought, why not step up to the plate for once? Even trash like myself can write a drabble on stuff like this >;3c Mind you I’m not that great of a writer, so I’m terribly sorry if it doesn’t come out as any of you imagined ;v;)

Original idea here

Original comic here

@reapthis76​ Hopefully this is good enough for you!! <33

Edit: I felt super guilty for using the joke without crediting the person who made it in the tags, so thank you so much to @infinite-atmosphere for your inspiring tags!! The post where they made them is here >;3c

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AN: hello i wrote something for ‘a question of boardmates’ !!! i tweaked graciano a little bit. so, heads up: he can speak spanish because he lived in spain with his parents for a few years hehe :) 

La Solidaridad:

It is a small office space, but the cubicle is large enough for the equipments and for four people to move around. Right outside there is a small couch and a flatscreen TV on the wall, blaring the current news with the occasional static.

Pepe is having his teeth checked up today with Graciano and Marcelo (or Momcelo to their group) accompanying him. Well mainly, it is Del Pilar’s plan. He forced the Calamban to wake up early after being informed by tita Teodora that the young Rizal is supposed to have a monthly consultation with his dentist. And then there is Grazi who often follows Celo. They are like a family. 

The three are sat cramped on the couch, Pepe fidgeting in the middle. “Ay stop it na,” Graciano scolds, tsking and swatting the Calamban on the arm. 

“Aray! Why do I have to go through this again? I brush my teeth naman e,” Pepe whines. 

Marcelo dog-ears the Total Girl magazine — which is the only mag available in the ‘waiting area’ — and leans a little to the left to see the progress on the patient before Pepe. 

“Hah-luuuh, mag-bleed teeth mo a!” Graciano teases. He still has some troubles speaking in straight Tagalog, what with being born in Madrid (his parents were once OFWs who eventually became permanent citizens) and then spending some years in Toulouse for his secondary study. His Bisaya is excellent, and so’s his English, Spanish, and French — yes, one could say he is a wunderkind. Right now, the Solidaridad boys are helping him polish his rusty Tagalog. Tonio, of course, finds great joy in teaching Jaena the ‘basics’ such as, “Ina mo Mascardong balbon.” Poor, innocent boy doesn’t know what it means but it sounds real crisp so he often uses it whenever he is pissed. 

“Grazi, ‘wag mong takutin.” Marcelo turns to Pepe. “You’re doing this kasi sabi ni tita. And you’re lucky you get to have monthly check-ups. Not all are privi—” 

YES MOM,” Pepe huffs. He buries his head in Graciano’s shoulder and the latter in turn embraces him tightly. 

Marcelo sighs and goes back to reading the Totally Embarrassing Stories. “Stop coddling him. Nagmumukha tuloy akong demonyo.” 

“E, that’s because you don’t know how to deal with children,” Graciano reasons out. 

“WOW SALAMAT,” Pepe replies in a muffled voice. 

Minutes pass before the patient, a high school girl, exits the cubicle and gives Graciano a shy smile. Marcelo shakes his head after seeing his friend nod at her. “O Diyos ko. ‘Wag tularan si Goyong.”

“Ah oui, the other Del Pilar boy. I admire him, to be frank. He is an unyielding toro, showing no remorse for whatever he does. A real heartbreaker — the stuff that the literature of my people thrive on! My abuela used to say, ‘A lo hecho, pecho!’ or ‘In the face of deeds done, present a full chest’ — and that’s what Goyong does. Sometimes, I can’t believe that I am friends with him!” 

“Mr. Rizal?” the dentist calls out. 

Pepe stands up and does a few breathing exercises Poli taught him. “Guys, this is it. I just want you to know that I’m very thankful to have you as my second family. Also, please tell my mom that I love he—”

Marcelo pushes him inside. “Just…Just go. Maghahanda pa ako ng lunch. Masunog nanaman ni EJ yung kanin.” 

The Calamban sticks out his tongue at him before greeting Dr. Azcarraga with a cheery, “Hello po!”

At makakapanayam po natin ngayon ang abogado ng isa sa mga nabiktima ng ‘tanim bala’ scheme

“I hate that news. It’s only making me anxious with the upcoming reunion.” Graciano’s supposed to spend Christmas and New Year with his family who are now in Seville. But with the airport controversy reaching foreign shores, even his parents are now not so keen on having their son push through with his red-eye flight. “Papi, baka ikaw pa ang madiskitahan,” his mama told him. 

Marcelo, however stern and imposing he may sometimes be to his friends, actually wants Jaena to visit his family. He knows it’s his friend’s only wish for Christmas. So he had the rest of the boys pitch in for their ‘group gift’ — a legit Samsonite trolley. The hard plastic type that’s invulnerable to force and has a complicated lock system. It’s secure; Graciano’s going to love it. 

“I understand your dilemma but don’t you think it’s better if you can express it in Tagalog? So, ano masasabi mo sa mga sindikatong sangkot diyan?”

“…Puta nila.”

Marcelo shrugs. “Fair enough.”

AW!” Pepe half-shouts. Probably the hook accidentally scraping the inside of his lower gum again. Both boys grimace.  


He’ll have to order take-out for the household again if he doesn’t get up and race against the surging crowd current in the last day of SM’s sale. And considering that the boys are voracious fast food eaters since they rarely eat ‘junk’ when Marcelo’s around, he’ll be forced to pay with blue bills should he ever resort to his lazy way again. 

Miong is assigned to buy the ingredients for today’s lunch. How can he do that though if he is literally stuck in bed? 

Like, pinned down.

By a sleeping body. 

The Kawiteer has tried tickling the boy behind the ear (which is how he is usually woken up). Yet all he gets is a grunt and the creasing of forehead. 

He doesn’t know how it led to this. The heavy weight just woke him up. Sure, his friend is a fitful sleeper but he just can’t wrap his head around this…arrangement. Is he a ‘sleepcrawler’? If there’s a sleepwalker, then perhaps he unconsciously crawls and clings onto someone or something. It’s weird. 

But he really needs to jet now. Or else he’ll get an earful from Marcelo later.  

Miong tries to move the boy beside him, but the latter only clutches harder on his flimsy gray shirt.

This isn’t getting him anywhere; he’s forced to swallow his pride and call Goyong, who is probably just downstairs already eating late breakfast with Tonio. Most of them are late risers, so they just preheat whatever Marcelo leaves on the dining table. 

He unlocks his phone and sees a new message from his mother — she usually just forwards Bible quotes and those bizarro inspirational messages she receives from her fellow church ladies. This time the text reads like a patama to him, and he feels creeped out: 

J E S U S   I S   W A T C H I N G   Ü.   H a v e   a   p u r e   n   h o l y  
S u n d a y.   -   D o r o t h y

Okay, who the fuck is Dorothy and what does she care about his lifestyle? He switches to ‘Contacts,’ and calls on ‘Mr. Suave’ (a point of defense: Miong did not type that; it was Goyong who loves to abuse his phone storage by downloading a bunch of gaming apps and filling his camera roll with stolen shots of Pepe and Jacinto). 

“Crush ng bayan speaking.”

“Goyo, I need your help!” Miong replied in a hushed tone.

“Drive ba kita sa SM?”

“No. Di ako makaalis sa kama. Poli’s on top of me.”

“WOAH TONE DOWN ON THE SPG!” Miong hears Tonio guffawing in the background. 

“Gags hindi kasi ganun! Pwedeng kayo na lang bumili ni Tonio?”

“Sure. No prob sir.” 

“Thanks. Babawi na lang ako sa susunod.”

Miong nuzzles the top of Poli’s head. If he can’t get out of bed, he may as well catch a few more hours of sleep. 


“Ano ba ang pinagkaiba nung ‘breathable’ sa ‘healthy fresh’?”

Jacinto stands in the middle of the infinite aisle, diminished by rows and rows and rows of choices. Written on his left palm and already partly faded is a single word: ‘Carefree.’ Just like the woman who told him that word on the phone when Andoy had to run to the nearby bakery to grab some pandesal for the household. 

He repeats to himself over and over. A picture flashes in his mind — that of Andoy running hand-in-hand through green fields with Oryang, silken, dark brown hair flowing behind her. In that distant and hazy Shangri-La, his two close friends are happy, peaceful, and carefree

“If I were a girl, ano ba ang pipiliin ko…”

“…Um, okay lang kahit ano man diyan bilhin mo.”

The illusion is shattered. Jacinto turns to his right and sees Andoy scratching the side of his head and looking at him sheepishly. He is back again to the dreary land of capitalism, gray people slaves to their ever-consuming pushcarts. 

He stares at the older boy as if he’s crazy. “Pero ang daming pagpipilian! I mean, what if that,” Jacinto points to a random brand, “doesn’t work on her?” 

Andoy laughs. “First of all, lahat nyan pwede sa babae. Mga ano lang ‘yan, pampalito siguro ganun para maparami ng bili syempre baka yung iba gusto ma-try lahat…ha ha…” He screwed up. His meticulous friend isn’t going to buy it. 

Oh. My. God. Kuya, kung ako naging GF mo baka nagalit na ako sa’yo!”


Jacinto’s ears redden, and he starts walking away, pretending to be once again absorbed in the feminine products. Andoy shrugs to himself and grabs one of those tiny, pink packages. “Diretso na ako sa may Prestige counter.”




A loud crash and thud. Andoy whips around and sees Goyong and Jacinto sprawled on the floor, Tonio on his knees and laughing breathless at the two. An elderly woman loudly scolds them: 

“Ay kung wala rin kayong magandang gagawin e umalis na kayo rito! Nakaka-perwisyo lang kayo sa mga tao!” 

Andoy profusely apologizes for what has happened while Tonio helps the two get up, but the lola won’t have none of it. Once they are left alone again, Bonifacio faces the guilty trio. “That was stupid,” he sighs.  

“Sorry,” Goyong speaks up while still jokingly putting Jacinto in a headlock. 

“Drop it,” Tonio tells the younger Del Pilar. “May bibilhin pa tayo. Uy Andoy makikisabay na lang kami sa’yo para di sayang points mo.” 

“Ge. Pila na kami.”

With the queue being long, Jacinto busies himself with the light up toothbrushes. Andoy ruffles his hair and asks, “Nasugatan ka ba or what?” 

“Huh, me? N-No!” the younger stutters, still not meeting his friend’s eyes. “Okay lang ako.”

“Yeah, sure. I saw you limping. Lalagyan natin ng ice yan mamaya.” 

“…Fine. Um, about the GF thin—”

“Forget that. Kung naging GF kita I wouldn’t care if you’re cranky during your period,” Andoy assures him. 

“That’s not what I meant! Hala…just…we never had that super awkward conversation, okay kuya? Tsaka if I were a girl ako pa rin biggest fan niyo ni ate Oryang.” 

“Wow. Ang sweet mo naman.” 


Lunch is a zoo — that’s how Pepe once described family lunches with the boys. But Andoy doesn’t care about losing a few teeth from wrestling with Goyong and Tonio, or inadvertently lighting the toaster on fire if it means spending more time with his boisterous bunch on the dining table. He’s grateful to have them, and he couldn’t ask for more.