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Can I just say how much I love the interviewer’s segway skills!!

Interviewer: For people not here, how hot is it right now?

Cole: Boiling! It’s boiling hot. So hot…

Interviewer: So hot kinda like that love scene you had in the finale… 🙌🙌🙌

Hahaha then the interviewer asked cole whether he got nervous filming the love scene.

Cole: Not really. Lili and I are professionals and…(said in a very serious tone and facial expression)

I WAS EXCITED SO… (there’s a sudden change in his facial expression, there’s a glint in his eye and a smile forming)

IT WAS GREAT! (He’s full on smiling now! He looked so giddy*! Oh good Lord!!!😍😍😍)

*I wanted to say “kilig” which is a tagalog word that doesn’t really have a direct translation. It’s the feeling you have when your crush randomly talks to you or when the person you love surprised you with something amazing or similar to this case, a feeling you have when you tell your friends a story about something amazing that happened between you and the person you like 💖

Plus, can I just say as well how much I love how he cares for bughead. I love that he wants it to be honest and real so that it could be something real kids can relate to. Awww… 💖💖💖

A Series of Unfathomable Feelings (4/10)

AU Rommate!Steve x Reader

Summary: After Bucky decides to move in with his long-time girlfriend, Steve has to look for another roommate. But destiny, or rather Bucky, will set him with someone less boring than Steve intended.

Word Count: 2,603

Warnings: Drinking, Language

A/N: Kilig (Tagalog) is the feeling of inexplicable joy after seeing or experiencing something romantic.

(cross-posted to Ao3)

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Originally posted by fantastic-chris-evans

One late afternoon, your fingers were shuffling away at your keyboard when Steve came back with enough groceries to feed the entire building. Your eyes opened wide when you saw him and the groceries bags.

“What?” He grinned with a tiny chuckle. “Our friends keep inviting themselves, we gotta feed them.” He started to unpack.

After a few months you decided to share the expense for food since you both ate the same things. It was easier than dividing the cupboards into shelves for you and shelves for him. You helped him unpack the bags when the front door opened. Bucky and Wanda were laughing at something that she showed him on her phone.

“See?” Steve nudged your side. “They don’t even bother to knock anymore.”

“Why would we knock?” Bucky leaned against the frame and crossed his arms. “You live like an old couple.” He chuckled when you rolled your eyes. “Come on, when’s the last time you went on a date, Stevie?”

“Last week, when you set me up with that girl.” Steve replied with a tired sigh.

“And you, Y/n?” Bucky smirked.

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10 and still counting! ❤️

100 REASONS WHY I LOVE YOU.
Before this day starts, I’d like to greet you Happy 10th Monthsary, My love. I prepared this list as a simple present in return to all of your surprises, presents and efforts.

You make me feel so important.
You have this sweet voice that melts my heart everytime I hear you.
You make me feel beautiful.
You don’t judge me by my mistakes.
You never made me feel worthless.
The way you laugh.
The way you sigh and tell me you love me.
The way you tell me how much you love me a million times everyday.
I love how I know you’ll always be there when I need you to be.
I love the fact that I will always be there for you too.
I love the way you exert effort just to make me happy.
I love your thoughtfulness.
You understand me.
You’ve given me everything I could possibly want.
I think of you every second of the day.
We are perfect for each other.
You love me despite my flaws.
You do everything just to cheer me up when I’m down.
Your voice when you wake up and tell me you love me.
The way you tell me you miss me when we just talked a couple of minutes ago.
The way you smile makes my world so bright.
You listen and understand me when I get upset over the smallest and simplest things.
You give me butterflies each day.
I can be just myself around you.
You’ve taught me how to appreciate the things around me.
The way you whisper to my ears.
You made me believe in forever.
Knowing that you love me makes me feel like I’m the luckiest girl in the whole universe.
You made me a better person.
The fact that you’re my real definition of happiness.
I love your tenderness and soft hands.
I love the way you talk to my friends and family.
Despite the distance, you still make me feel like you’re right here with me.
I love the fact that I’m willing to do everything just to make you happy.
I love the way you make me feel so complete.
I love the way you try to stay up late just to talk to me.
I love the way you talk to kids and treat them like your child. Sometimes.
I love the fact that you respect me.
I love all the surprises you did for me.
I love the way we dream about our future.
I love the fact that you consider your future being with me.
I love the way you make me feel like anything is possible as long as I’m with you.
I love your sense of humor.
I love you just the way you are.
I love your willingness to share everything and most especially your heart with me.
I love the fact that you don’t really drink alcohol at all.
I love the fact that you don’t smoke at all.
I love your confidence.
I love your ability to talk things through.
I love your attitude.
I love waking up to your long good night text messages. Sometimes.
I love your stubbornness.
I love the fact that you’re close to your family. Especially to your dad and kuya.
I love the fact that you always tell me that I’m yours.
I love the fact that you always tell me that you’re mine.
I know that as long as your by my side, nothing can go wrong
The way you do things for me without a question.
The way you tease me.
I love the way you call me baby.
I love the fact that you find it easy to get along with everyone.
I love the way you kiss me through the phone.
I love every minute when we sleep and the call is still on going.
I love the way you put up with all of my crap and childishness.
I love the way you pinch my cheeks.
I love the fact that you care so much about me.
I love the way you dance to me.
I love the way you inspire me.
I love the way you snore :p
You don’t like it when I cry.
You are just so sweet.
You’re adventurous.
I love how you duck face to the camera.
I love the fact that you can easily tell when something’s bothering me.
I love your patience with me.
You take my breath away.
You’re the reason why I’m so happy.
You never get sick of me.
You never get tired of me.
You explain slowly all the things that I couldn’t understand.
The way you tell me these corny jokes yet you still manage to make me smile.
I love how I love you.
I love the ways you choose to show your affection for me.
I love your passion for your hobbies and interests. Except for online games =_=
You tell me that I never have to worry about anything at all.
Everything is fine when I talk to you.
The fact that we haven’t been together yet it feels like I’ve been with you for a long time.
The way you remember the smallest things about me.
The way you remember the smallest things about us.
You mean the world to me.
The way you tell me you’ll marry me someday.
You make me forget all of my problems.
I could just be with you forever.
The fact that you’ll never give up on me.
I love the way you light up my life.
How you read my messages no matter how long and dramatic they are. Hahaha.
You make me smile even when I’m crying.
The way you know me better than I know myself.
You are my soul mate.
I love the fact that you’ll never leave me.
And the last one, I love the fact that I didn’t even have a hard time writing all of these and still could go on and on just to let you know why I love you very much.

He tells me that he wants to celebrate my birthday now because we didn’t get to celebrate it on my actual birthday, because he had been planning it for the past 8 months but we didn’t get to celebrate it because we were fighting and this is his way of making it up to me
-butterflies in my stomach-

He tells me that he will bring a small cake with one candle and he’ll keep his hand on my eyes and make me wish for something, anything, even though none of us really believe in those
-my heart melts-

He tells me that we will dance in each other’s arms in his new empty apartment and that he won’t let me fall even with my two left feet
-my smile widens-

He tells me he will help me fulfil my dreams and aspirations and will love to be by my side helping me and supporting me and encouraging me if I just let him
-i can’t stop smiling-

He tells me that he will kiss me like I have never been kissed before and that he will kiss me like he has never ever kissed before
-my heartbeat increases-


He tells me he missed me when we weren’t talking, that he couldn’t stop thinking of me when we weren’t in touch and how it drove him insane
-i am on cloud 9-

He tells me that he had never thought when a year ago we started to talk that I could mean so much to him and that he is glad that I do
-i hope and wish and pray that this isn’t a dream-

He tell me that he won’t let go of me and that he will hold me and hold me and hold me till the time I want him to. ‘Forever’ I am scared to confess
-my heart is about to jump out of my chest-

And all I can say is KILIG

— 

Kilig - Exhilarated by an exciting or romantic experience; thrilled, elated, gratified; thrillingly romantic. // JustScribbledWords

“Why do you never write about me?” I asked him one time while he was writing.

He looked at me and sighed, “You write about me.”

“Yes, I write about you.” I said back in a matter-of-factly tone.

He smiled sadly, shaking his head. “I never write about the things I already had. I write about the things I never had, or will never have. You know how we, writers, usually do that.” He looked at me, eyebrows raised, as if daring me to say something. “I never write about things I’ll make sure to keep, forever.”

He stood from where he was sitting, “And you, I will make sure to make you mine, and keep you mine, I will make sure not to lose you so I would never see the day that my heart needs to bleed the pain into words from not having you in my life.”

He cupped my face in his hands. “I will never write about you. You are mine.”

—  cynthia go // You are mine [55/365] // excerpt from a book i’ll never write # 18
“kilig”

So someone asked me about the word “kilig” today. And though Urban Dictionary does have a pretty accurate description… sometimes it’s better to show what kilig looks like. This is “kilig” TRMD style. 

Kilig when you think of your bae before bed:

Kilig when u be texting your bae

Kilig when bae texts back:

Kilig but you’re trying to control your kilig bcuz bae is right there and you’re like “gah! control the feels!”

And the kilig of every fandom ever when they watch their ship sail:

this is for you youhavenotseenmyvengence. gifs ain’t mine!

August 31, 2017

The perfect way to end the month: by telling me how you feel about me. 

It wasn’t a perfect day. In fact, we even argued. However, instead of walking away, I chose to stay even if it was getting late and we both know we need to go home. If there was one thing I learned about my past relationship, it is to voice out what’s been bothering you to your significant other in the most respectful way. Relationships are all about respect and understanding. Anyway, that night, we chose to talk it out instead of walking away and resolving it through calls. I talked to him face to face, letting out everything that bothers me. He, as well, told me about his side so that we can have a common ground and we’ll be able to compromise to each other. After the “sorry’s” have been said, we ate at Roxas Night Market. We had a chat, like the usual, like we didn’t fight just 5 minutes ago. It wasn’t a fight though, we just misunderstood each other. 

Later that evening, our exes (she’s not his ex though, ex-nililigawan) popped in the conversation. I asked about “them,” though I know his past hurt him tragically, but not anymore. He then told me everything that happened between them, hesitating. I know he knows I don’t wanna hear about it, but I insist. It’s for the better, anyway, I have to know it: his past. In return, I shared my story about my ex and I: how it started and ended. I admit, I feel relieved. he must have felt it too because after that, we became so open to each other. We talked about the most random things like… ghost experiences. We talked even about our own past when we still weren’t even close, which was last year.

After us opening up, we both had to go our separate ways. We both crossed the road and he asked me, “Do you still want to know what I whispered to you during our call when you fell asleep already?” well, my answer would of course be: “yes.”

“I said that labs kita kahit na inaaway- nag-aaway tayo.” There and then, in the middle of a busy street, he confessed. My heart stopped beating and the people around stopped moving. I felt so happy. I felt genuine happiness. I couldn’t say anything back because I was left there, happy. He held my face once again to repeat what he said. I was back to reality. This is real. He loves me. The man whom I adored, felt the same way. 

But, that’s what he doesn’t completely know. He doesn’t know what I feel about him, yet. We’ll get there, eventually. Of course, the time will come that we’ll both know the mutuality of our feelings. But for now, I’m happy. We’re happy.

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A shiver runs, runs down my spine.
And keeps on running
Out of control from head to toe
When I see you.

From my uncontrollable smile
Past my melting heart
And the butterflies in my stomach
When your voice rings.

With you around I am the mountain king
Above the cloud nine
With your heart in my hand
I am invincible.

With you on my mind I can’t think straight.
The highway of thoughts turn to a mountain road.
My mind curves and bends
To thoughts of you.

Your eyes more mesmerizing than the prettiest diamond.
Where even I as a poet, a man of words
Looses my ability to articulate a sentence
When you look at me..

And with the things you do
I loose my breath, it runs away
To your lungs so I can’t even
Breathe properly.

The romance you give is like a solar wind
Scrambling my nerves and thoughts
Making me freeze in place
And just feel you.

I would stand at the top of the world with you
As comfortable as ever and at peace
Because seeing your smile is what
Makes my heart beat.

— Frederik Frøsig

beaucalum  asked:

Do you have a word that relates to photography or "butterflies in your stomach"?

kilig (Filipino)

n. the inexplicable rush and joy and the delightful feeling that sends shivers of pleasure down the spine as one encounters something romantic or cute

When kilig, aside from having chills to the spine and butterflies on the stomach, one may experience blushing, giggling or smiling uncontrollably, heart melting, irrepressible noises from one’s mouth - a kind of pleasure one gets when seeing your crush (especially when he smiles and/or talks at you), when someone special does something nice for you, watching romantic films, etc.