i made it the other day but didn't want to post it

Been seeing depressive kinds of “forever alone” things given that it’s February and I was thinking… Does Valentine’s Day only have to be about romantic love? Because my family has always given each other chocolates and gone out for ice cream together every year. As a family. No romance, other than between my mom and my dad. Can’t Valentine’s Day be about all kinds of love? Besides, wasn’t that what Saint Valentine was originally about?

Dear JK Rowling,

(**warning: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them spoilers***)

When I was little I read Harry Potter for the first time. I can’t tell you what it meant to me on so many levels, but there was one particular thing that resonated. Harry was a boy who got locked in his room, who got shouted at, who was crushed down and made to feel unwelcome and even, sometimes, unsafe in his own home.

And he got to go to magic school. He survived those dreaded Dursleys. More than that, he triumphed. Reading about it was like having a hand to hold. 

It occurred to me, for the first time, that being shouted at and bullied at home as a kid didn’t have to mean you were doomed to be sad forever, because one day your life would be so full of other things - good and bad - that the past would barely feature in your life. The Dursleys were largely so, so irrelevant. It was great.

And now I come out of seeing Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and I am so hurt and confused. Because in Credence, you created a character that would resonate with so many people who are sad, people who are bullied, people who are forced to hide who they truly are even from those closest to them. You have undoubtedly touched some of the most emotionally vulnerable people in the world with an astoundingly good visual metaphor - a character whom the scared and the lost could easily connect to.

And then you let him die. No, in fact - you killed him.

He went without a word. He was sad and terrified, right til the end. Throughout the story, it would have taken so little to try to help him. Tina, knowing about his predicament, apparently only tracked his family following her demotion - was he not worth the risk of grabbing his wrist and disapparating with him to a safe place, an orphanage? Was he not even worth the attempt? And when the MACUSA wizards were firing their killing blows, was he not even worth an attempted protego? Useless it may have been, but God, if he had to die, show me that that abused and terrified kid was worth every gut-wrenching fruitless bloody try. 

Please, JK. I love your work. I love so much of it. But please, if you’re going to tell me a story about an abused kid, and if you really have to kill him off, please give him the slow-motion shots and the tears and the last words, give him the send-off, tell me why it has to happen, tell me how the main characters are hurt by it, tell me how they’re going to try to make it better. Please don’t give all those things instead to a man being obliviated by rain, whose amnesia is hinted to have been reversed anyway at the end.

If you’re going to do it, you’ve got to do it right. Abused people are not your emotional fodder or your plot devices. They aren’t doomed to die. Their anger and their sadness won’t inevitably lead to their fatal self-destruction. They deserve to be given reasons to hope. And they deserve to see themselves being worth every single effort to help them.


LIFE LATELY: The random strange snaps of her day

I think it’s been awhile since i made another Life Lately series post, not that it’s any way different from my photo post and time posted series, nevertheless—let’s bear with this one and read on. Alright?

• Well it hasn’t been much really, if we have been talking for awhile you would know that i was never that busy unlike the times when i’m in Davao wherein i usually run errands from point A to point wherever. So i guess this trip is a littool bit mix of a short vacation and short business meetings. Now i have to make that an official statement. He he he.

• I’ve managed to met some of you here, that includes @beauinparanoia and @kwento-sa-likod-ng-sxlita and some other Anon bloggers who do not want to be named or pssh. You guys are still cool anyway. And i think i’ll be meeting Chesca (?) sooner or later because she made me stay just until her birthday. Huuy, special mention ka talaga @chescarriffic para wala ka ng kawala. Advance heypeey birthday babe! But i’m still open for some regular meet ups and let’s hang and be friends okay? I really want to get close to you guys and talk to me like how you normally do via online. Ohhh by the way i was able to meet up with @matabangutak last time—and tada! he gave me two of his books! I’m flattered and feel so special because he paid for the dinner too. Hahaha! Iba talaga ikaw Sir. Sorry now lang ako nakapag-blog about it, i was overwhelmed by the fact that he’s willing enough to give me his books with his message inside. Hahaha. Next time ulit? Uy, teka babawi talaga ako tapos treat ko naman Rhads! He he he. Bisitahin na natin ‘yong Marikina food grabs na sinasabi mo. *insertwinkingfacehere*

• Ooops, “Sa'yo” by Silent Sanctuary’s playing just now. And this song always always always gets into me. Hahaha. Bukod sa maganda siya, ang laki ng impact sakin ng kantang ‘to dahil sa ex ko at sa babae niya and some cute guy who sang this to me while intensely giving me the stare. Lol.

• I think it’s not rare to hear a lot on my stories that i have been on quite an escapade of eating alone anywhere. And some were good and some were just awfully bleaah. This place (in the series of photos i’ve posted above) was both an “aah” and “bleacck” moment for me. For one, they have good choices of food to be honest it’s just that i made a wrong move of going in because i happen not to notice that most of their specials were seafoods and you know how allergic i am with seafoods, i can fairly eat some but with the risk of you know getting so sick after and since i was out and alone and was just randomly going in some of the establishments around QC (irony of having bad eyesights, you have this tendency to be awkward to stay too long outside a resto because they might think otherwise so your awkward self chose to go in instead and sit down and bwaalaaa—you ended up regretting you did) and found this Chibog place and thought ‘twas cute and nice. Well it was, buuuut regretted ordering their Pork Sisig (‘twas fairly done) with plain rice at first then i ordered and tried their “Garlic Rice”. Nakanampucha bro, mas masarap pa ako magluto hayuup. Saka mamantikain punyeta diko naubos. Ended up paying Php 600 for that meal. So now you know why i regretted going in right? Hindi sulit ang Php 600 ko maaan. Pucha. Kaya madalas i settled for some boiled egg na lang sa unit eh. Hey, before you say anything else i was the one who boiled it alright? And it suits my liking because the yellow part is just so yellooow and such a softy so i like my eggs that way. Hahaha.

• Most of my free time were fairly spent at the rooftop, ogling on some scenic view—the skies, the lights, the hustle and bustle of the city life and some book reading time and listening to my playlist. Fxck! I haven’t posted any of my playlist just yet since November of last year ano? Hay kaloka. I’ll make sure to do that once i have more free time to go online and do some artsy posting (just like how i made my monthly playlist post—kindly check the sidebars bitches for some reference).

Alrighty. This has been long overdue but worthy of posting, if i must say. Because i hate stashing some of the photos on my album because it only clogs my memory more so. He he he. Did you guys finish reading this one or did you just automatically liked the heart button? Pssh. I hate that. I’m sorry, i cringe to the thought of that. I usually do long hours of back-reading the blogs of my favorite people here and i liked most of their post not only because s/he’s my favorite blogger but because of its content. And would i suck a little less if i say i expect the same treatment? Charot. Ang demanding. Hahaha. Nilubos ko na kasi di na ako makaka-online starting tomorrow at 7am and hindi niyo rin ako makokontak talaga until 7am of the next morning. Psssh why? Please read on and check my previous posts. He he he. See you and oh, have a wild and happy weekend you loveliesss!

Sequel of sorts to my last Hogwarts AU drabble (LINK). Again, this is inspired by a post by @error-rfa. I tried to keep the last one as spoiler free as possible but this one spoilers are unavoidable because my snowflake IS a spoiler. So. Spoilers!

“Choi, Saeran.”

To the untrained eye, the younger Choi twin was stoic as ever as he walked through the Great Hall. There was no hesitation, no fear in his steps, and his face was a mask of perfect indifference. 

But Saeyoung knew better. If there was one subject he excelled in, it was Saeran. After all, who could know you better than your reflection?

Saeran’s eyes met his brother’s briefly, locking onto each other for only a second before the younger twin huffed and turned away. Saeran’s eyes remained fixed on some distant and likely non-existent point as the Sorting Hat made its announcement.


Saeyoung felt his heart drop, and though Saeran’s expression remained unchanged he could swear he felt his twin’s drop too. They weren’t together. They were being separated. Again.

He vaguely noticed the applause that filled the room. It sounded distant and faded, covered up by the empty echo of his brother’s footsteps.


Saeyoung watched his twin slow as he reached the Slytherin table, looking around as he waited for the room’s attention to move away from him. When the next name was called and everyone turned away his speed picked up again, his legs racing towards the nearest door.

Zen had been ready to greet his house’s newest member and the infamous younger Choi twin. He was one of the few to notice Saeran’s departure, and one of even fewer to care. He sent a confused look over towards Saeyoung’s table but his eyes were met with yet another empty seat.

Saeyoung raced to catch up to his brother. It was harder than he thought it’d be considering Saeran wasn’t running. His twin had to be the fastest sulky speed-walker he knew.

“Saeran!” he called again, reaching out to stop him.

“Don’t touch me!” Saeran snapped, pulling his arm out of his brother’s grip.

Saeyoung flinched. It hadn’t been too long ago that they had been close. He supposed it was wishful thinking to assume they would fall back into the way things were.

“Come on, Saeran,” he tried again, keeping his distance this time.”Cheer up! It’s not like we’ll never see each other. And no dorm room can keep the great 707 out, I guarantee–”

“Idiot,“ Saeran snapped, but sharpness of his tone was overshadowed by the slight tremble in his voice that only his twin would have noticed. "I don’t care. I’ve been fine without you this long, what’s another seven years?”

Ouch. He would deal with that stab of guilt later. For now, he had more important things to worry about than his feelings.

Saeran.” That was his big brother voice, the one that meant he wasn’t leaving until he was satisfied. “The sooner you tell me what’s wrong the sooner I’ll leave you alone.”

For a while it didn’t look like Saeran was going to answer. Still, he wasn’t leaving either. And Saeyoung knew better than to keep pushing him. It was like trying to attract a stray cat. You couldn’t run up to it and grab it or it would just scratch you, as he had learned from experience. Multiple experiences. He had to wait for Saeran to come to him.

“Does this mean…” Saeran’s scowl didn’t match up at all with the hesitant softness of his voice. He seemed to weighed each word in his mind before deciding whether it was something he was willing to share. "Am I like her?“ he finally got out, his voice so quiet Saeyoung almost didn’t hear it break.

Saeyoung reached out, placing a hand on each of his brother’s shoulders.

"You’re nothing like her,” he said softly, resisting the urge to pull Saeran against him. They weren’t quite back to that point yet. “You know, Slytherin’s not a bad thing. And you’re braver than I’ve ever been, you’re just too smart to be in Gryffindor. And too ambitious. And cool.”

Before Saeran had a chance to come up with a comment to match the cynicism on his face, they were interrupted.

“He’s right, you know. There some great Slytherins here,” a smooth voice cut in from behind them. Zen smiled as both twins turned to look at him. “Like me.”

Saeran’s attempts to compose himself were slightly thwarted by the pink flush of embarassment tinting his pale cheeks.

“I’m not sure you’re an argument in its favour.” 

Saeran’s mumbled insult earned a laugh from the older boy. The younger Choi flushed under Zen’s kind eyes and turned his gaze back to his brother.

"He’s right. You’ll be fine. And Zen will be good to you,” Saeyoung promised with a smile. “Because I’ll transfigure his bed into a giant cat if he isn’t.” His tone made it clear he was only half joking. "Right, Zen?”

“Stop smiling like that,” Zen deadpanned, rolling his eyes. “Anyways, I’ll look out for him. Any friend of Seven’s is a friend of mine.”

“I can take care of myself,” Saeran muttered, turning away from both of them. “And anyways, I’m not his friend.”

The elder twin held back a sigh as he nodded, but before he could say anything Saeran spoke again.

“…I’m his brother.”

Saeyoung cried for the second time that day.

March 13th

So I might be late by a few days since I’ve been so busy but I still REALLY wanted to make a post about it. On March 13th 2016, I drew Penn for the first time. 

He started off as random doodles on sticky notes, and now he’s one of the most developed characters I’ve ever made in my entire 21 years of life. From starting off so random and out of nowhere, he’s now one of the stars of my short film, a webcomic, many other non-linear comics, drawings/studies, and helped me prove to myself there’s something I can create that could be worth while.

Making his character has helped me grow so much. It’s helped my confidence a lot and inspired me to keep creating characters of my very own. Penn gave me something to turn to and express myself through some of the toughest parts of my life. He gave me an outlet for all my emotions when at the time I didn’t have much. I created a wonderful character that not only helped me get better at my art over time, but also gave me a new and wonderful way to practice my writing, to cope with things, and all the extra practice time I didn’t even really know I needed. 

It’s officially been 1 year since I started focusing on my original content, and I honestly couldn’t be prouder of myself. It’s such a freeing and proud feeling to have something you’re so proud of, and have it be completely and unmistakably yours. An OC is a gift you give to yourself. Something you can look at and say “Yep. I made that.” and it’s wonderful. I feel like I owe so much to this lil robot. 

Happy Birthday, Penn! 

Inspiration can come from anywhere at anytime, and all I can say is to just go with it…It might just lead you somewhere great!

A few days ago, I hit 500 followers, and I had you guys vote on what you’d like to see me make! It was a close tie between this manip tutorial and a FC directory, and while that’s still in the works for the future, this is something I’ve been wanting to post for a while. I’m excited to show you guys the deep dark secrets of gif manip making.

These are the gifs I’m starting with:

And here’s what I’m ending with:

note: for the sake of this tutorial, I am using two gifs that I made myself, but I often just find ones to use from gif hunts.

Instructions under the cut!

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The wooing of Arthur and his cat 3/5


Summary: England is a simple cat with a simple owner who is about to watch the interesting courtship of his owner Arthur Kirkland, without realizing that he himself is being courted as well.  

A/N: I finally know where I want to go with this fic! Aha it’s probably good since it’s over half done. /o/ Remember this fic doesn’t have an update schedule so I post when I write it. Thanks for the sweet messages on wanting more of it. I do keep it in mind even if I can’t ever guarantee a time of update. :’)

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Tumblr Fact or Fiction - Doctor Who - David hadn’t seen Billie since Doomsday, and was surprised when she appeared on the deserted street while filming The Stolen Earth

When the post making this claim first started making its rounds on Tumblr, many of us laughed it off because we knew it was completely false/made up. But the post caught on and became popular, worming its way into the fanbase as fact and showing up elsewhere online.  Even though it is entirely untrue, many people believe it (and spread it!)  Sure, it’s a semi-romantic notion (if you don’t get offended on David’s behalf that some people don’t think he can act unless he’s tricked into an emotional situation).  The truth of the matter is, the claim above is so very far from the actual truth - and there are plenty of ways to prove it.

Let’s break it down piece by piece.

Fallacy #1:  David hadn’t seen Billie since they filmed Doomsday

Fact: David and Billie saw each other plenty of times between the end of filming on Series Two and Billie’s times filming in Series Four.  According to the Doctor Who Magazine Special Edition - Series Two Companion, the final block of recording on series two ended Friday, March 31st of 2006.  A list of just some of the occasions when David and Billie were seen together after this (without getting into stalker-ish territory) include:
➤ June 2006 - David presented Billie with her award at the Glamour Awards ceremony
➤ September 4, 2006 - David and Billie attended the TV Quick/TV Choice Awards together (and both won)
➤ October 31, 2006 - David and Billie attended National Television Awards together (and both won, as did Doctor Who)
➤ early 2007 - David attended the play “Treats” starring Billie & Laurence Fox and left with them both after the play
➤ Dec 31, 2007 - David attended Billie’s wedding to Laurence Fox

Fact:  Doomsday wasn’t even the last episode shot in Series Two.  The production team scheduled filming on all of the Cyberman episodes together in a block - so Rise of the Cyberman/The Age of Steel/Army of Ghosts/Doomsday were filmed together in the middle of the shooting schedule.  The last episodes filmed for Series Two were the Impossible Planet/Satan Pit two-parter.  You can see evidence of this on David Tennant’s video diaries for the series – where he discussed filming Billie’s goodbye on the beach when they were really only halfway through the shoot, as well as Billie’s emotional final scenes for Satan Pit (and all of the exact shooting dates are available in the DWM Series Two Companion guide as well).

Fallacy #2:  David was surprised to see Billie when he turned around on that deserted street in The Stolen Earth

Fact: Billie’s first scene filmed for The Stolen Earth was David’s regeneration on the TARDIS set (which was filmed Friday, February 22nd, 2008 - according to the Doctor Who Magazine Special Edition Series Four Companion).  The goodbye-on-the-beach scene was recorded on March 5th.  The running-in-the-street scenes weren’t filmed until March 13th (and ran overnight into March 14th).  Basically, the street scenes were among the last scenes shot for the two-parter – David and Billie had already been on set together for nearly a month before he turned around to see her walking toward him on that deserted street.

Fact: The fact that Billie and the other companions were returning for the finale leaked in the press before the episodes even started filming.  The Daily Star leaked the returning cast information on October 8, 2007 (4 months before they would begin filming the two-parter).  In November (the 25th) The Daily Express claimed that Russell T Davies and David Tennant had persuaded Billie to return as Rose, with the Daily Mirror and Daily Mail not far behind with similar claims about Billie and David reuniting.  It would be a pretty sad state of affairs if all of the tabloids knew that Billie was back before David did.

Fact:  Billie always knew she was coming back (and David did too).  From the Series Four Companion:  “I knew I was coming back when I knew I was leaving,” explained Billie on Doctor Who Confidential, thinking back to her departure, which had been shot in January 2006, “We all made a little pact that I’d come back and do a few more.  I really love lying to journalists when they ask me if I’m coming back.  I’m sorry that I lied to fans, but I think it was a surprise worth waiting for.”

Fact:  According to Russell T. Davies’ book, The Writer’s Tale, Davies was having trouble writing the Journey’s End Bad Wolf Bay scene.  Before shooting on the two-parter began, Julie had mentioned that the Bad Wolf Bay scene as originally scripted just wasn’t working for her, and David had weighed in as well, saying it was tragic - and then Davies obsessed over it for a month (according to the time stamps on the e-mails in the book), agreeing with Julie that Rose wouldn’t go with Doctor #2, mentioning at one point that “I just realised, my plan to make the Bad Wolf Bay scene work - the one involving Voidstuff - won’t work, because I’d forgotten that Mickey has to be free to stay in our universe. Bollocks.  Julie’s upset. She’s saying, ‘Leave Mickey in the parallel universe,’ and I’m saying, ‘Too late! We promised Noel that we’d bring him back in Torchwood Series Three.’  Then later, in an e-mail dated March 1st, 2008, he tells Benjamin Cook that he’s re-written the scene again, giving more of the decision to Rose to put her in control - and that now, “Julie is happy, David is happy, phew, good.”  Not only was David fully aware that Billie was in the script, he was concerned/had input on her goodbye scene (and all of that was well before filming the street scene).

In Conclusion:  There’s absolutely nothing correct about that statement. Doctor Who is a television show, and David and Billie are professional actors (who must be booked well in advance, and who are given scripts containing their lines/the plot). They can act hurt without actually being hurt, look sad even when they’re happy inside, and can appear to be surprised/thrilled to see each other even though they’ve been filming together for weeks. They are also friends who get together socially, as well as making various public appearances together between the end of Series Two and filming on Series Four.  Both Billie and David always knew that Billie would be coming back, and Billie had been back and filming scenes for Series 4 (including other scenes with David) long before the infamous deserted-street scene was shot.

I make no claim of being the keeper of all Doctor Who knowledge, and I’m certainly not perfect, but I am happy to share the sources that I’m aware of and provide a place to gather evidence as to the veracity (or lack thereof) of these claims.  I’m always open to other evidence that can shed light on the matter (but in this case the statement in question really is just totally made up and inaccurate)

Sources for this post:  

  • David Tennant Series Two video diaries (on the Series 2 DVD boxed set)
  • Doctor Who Magazine Special Edition - Series Four Companion
  • Doctor Who Magazine Special Edition - Series Two Companion
  • The Writer’s Tale - Russell T. Davies and Benjamin Cook

Other “Who Fact or Fiction” links:
Judoon Platoon Upon the Moon
The shoes photo from The Idiot’s Lantern isn’t David & Billie (or is it?)

Chocobo Riding

A FFVII Fanfiction
Summary: Birthday gift for modeoheim. Prompt: “i can’t believe that pick up line actually worked on you i didn’t plan for this i mean you’re a total dreamboat but i don’t know what to do now” 

Happy birthday, my dear Cinnamon! They’re probably really OOC (because I’m literally not even in this fandom haha), but I wanted to do something for your birthday, and this made the perfect long-distance gift for until we can see each other. I hope you enjoy it. I love you!

Another day, another evening spent at 7th Heaven trying to relax amidst the noise and chatter of the bar patrons.

The bar itself was crowded, so after getting his drink from Tifa, Cloud searched for an empty seat at the tables. There was one man sitting alone at the back, so Cloud walked over. He set down his drink so it let out a distinct knock against the wooden table, catching the man’s attention.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” he said, gesturing to an empty chair.

“Go ahead,” the man said, not even looking up.

Letting out a deep breath, Cloud settled himself comfortably in the chair and wrapped both hands around the drink in front of him. It hadn’t even been a particularly rough day, but he already felt so tired.

Curiously, he glanced at the man whose table he was sharing. He seemed tall, much taller than Cloud even when they were both seated, and had angular features. His long, silver hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. He couldn’t place it, but somehow Cloud felt this man seemed familiar, like he knew him from somewhere.

When he realized, he couldn’t stop his mouth from blurting it out: “Sephiroth!”

The man blinked in surprise, meeting Cloud’s eyes for just a moment before putting a finger to his lips.

“I’m on leave right now,” Sephiroth said, his voice low and smooth. “Most don’t recognize me when I’m not in uniform, so I would prefer not to become the center of attention.”

Cloud pressed his lips together and nodded.

He couldn’t believe he was actually sitting with Sephiroth. The Sephiroth. The insanely strong, extremely hot 1st Class SOLDIER Sephiroth. Cloud had never imagined they’d ever meet, especially so suddenly and unexpectedly like this. It left him tongue-tied and awe-struck. Sephiroth was even more beautiful in person than Cloud had imagined him to be.

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Things I have done while teaching

I have stopped shaving to help a girl who was self-conscious of her own body hair.

I have supported a boy who wanted to wear a bikini to the pools.

I have defended a girl when a boy told her she couldn’t ride a 4-wheeler because she was a girl. 

I compliment each one of my students every day.

I have told my students my honest weight, and I let them know it’s okay to be a bit squishy.

I admit when I’m wrong, and show my students how to react to failure.

I enforce the idea that everyone makes mistakes, and they can be fixed by not making the mistake again.

I made up POC superheroines because one of my girls felt left out that there were no Hawaiian superheroes.

I reward my students for admitting when they’re wrong, and telling them how brave they are for telling the truth.

I jump in when one of my students needs help, and encourage others to join in.

I have students ask if they would like what they’re doing to someone else, and to imagine how it feels to be bullied.

I color with my students, play on the floor with barbies, pretend to be the bad guy while playing superheroes, play tag and hide-and-go-seek outside.

I have comforted countless crying students and told them it’s okay to cry.

I have had students come up to me, 4 years after they were in my class, and talk to me like I was an old friend. 

I see so many posts going around bashing on teachers, how people were treated poorly, and I get enraged. I am here to help my students grow, to support them when they need it most, and to show them someone cares. I want to be that one adult they can look back on and go, “Yeah, I remember her. She cared.”

Teaching is a hard profession. You’re expected to educate these students for a test, and that’s it. Where’s the humanity? Where’s the positive adult-child connection you need to make an influence on these kids? We are tired of teaching children for a test, just as much as you are tired of taking the test. We see your stress, and I know so many other teachers who wish we could take the burden away.

I’m not telling you to respect all teachers. I’ve met some pretty rotten eggs. All I’m asking is you try to put yourselves in our shoes. We are doing our best to try and prep you, but the US government isn’t letting us. We’d love to teach you how to do taxes, how to balance a checkbook, how to become successful adults, but we can’t.

And fellow teachers, please remember your students need your respect. It could mean the world to them.


Galavant Appreciation Week :: Day 6
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