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Never going to tire of saying this:

WE DID IT BABY! (ver.4.0)

Artwork inspired by Becky's workouts😋

We have a long road ahead of us, babes! Let's keep going and holding each other Freen and Becky ...🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶 love you both!

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

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"... Knowing clouds will raise up

Storms will race in

But you will be safe in my arms

Rains will pour down

Waves will crash all around

But you will be safe in my arms..."

-Plumb

The bond, the understanding, the truth, the eyes, the warmth, the laughs, the tears, the time, the memories, the love...

August has been such a trial for some of us and all we can do is hold tight to our 'pillars' and be strength to each other🤍

@srchafreen and @becccca___ thank you both for showing the Fanmily what it means to love unconditionally 🤍

Let's unite and keep going, Angels and GirlFreens🫂

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FANMILY, ASSEMBLE!!! ❤️‍🔥

August wasn't super kind to us in the beginning, but I believe that there are very bright days ahead for us all🤍🫂 Let's hug tight and keep pushing forward! ✊❤️‍🩹

FreenBeck Nation, make some noise!!! 🎉

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🤍Through the highs and lows, I pray you have that someone who will hold your hand, cry with you, laugh with you, be silly with you, walk that extra mile with you, appreciate you, celebrate you, and above all else LOVE you for who you are and what you mean to be...🤍

FreenBeck Fanmily, let's unite and heal as one so we can win these battles with and for our girls... 🫂

Hold on to "Everything we know between us is enough"🐰 and "Just turn around and I'll be there"🦦

🤍Love you, #FreenBeck

As emotional as this dedicated fanart is, it gives me immense comfort to know that they have each other through thick or thin🤍

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Healing and Love take many forms...

All that matters are the ones that stand by us through thick or thin- your 'person', 'comfort zone', 'teddy bear', 'diary', 'soul mate', 'best friend', or whatever it is you call them... this is who makes your life a bit more bearable🤍

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Happy Birthday to this talented, kind-hearted, genuine, beautiful, one-of-a-kind, awesome angel who has the world captivated by her sweet smile and round doe eyes🤍 - Freen Sarocha Chankimha!

May all your wishes come true, BunnyLove and may your joy surpass your sorrows. I hope this year brings you a lot more luck and love. Susu na ka, love! Many are still here with you and love you dearly. Enjoy na ka, loml @srchafreen... 🤍

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Thank you @wenqcng and everyone who got me to 5 reblogs!

"...we did it..." again "Baby!..."

Congratulations, Freen Sarocha Chankimha and Rebecca Patricia Armstrong for bagging yet another award tonight!❤️

You both deserve this and so much more!

Here's another fanart to commemorate today's win, angels! Btw, you both looked gorgeous😍

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Beautiful Disaster (2)

Hello again, friends. I am really into the whole writing thing right now. But, I am no professional and all this is just a work of fan fiction from a wretched, battered soul. There may be absurd grammatical errors within this work, but please be gentle with me... :D

This was in no way intended to hurt or harm. Only to express thoughts in my head.

I do not claim to know anymore than anyone else in the issues plaguing the characters in the fanfic and this is not in anyway related to whatever truth they might actually hold.

With that said... please, enjoy... xD

-Sometime in the Future-

The leaves were rustling and tumbling over each other on the blanket of greens and yellows, the scent markers avid with dawn of the equinox, the tinge of fiery reds eminent in the overhang. The season was already showing signs of the beginning of the end but there she still was, sat on her front porch, looking out into the hibernating world. For five years, it had been hibernating… Five long insufferable years, filled with longing, yearning, and emptiness. For so long, she held on to the hope that there would still be another chance, an opportunity to make things right, a break in the stunt, or a redemption from the solitude.

She could still recall the last minutes, the fleeting moment, the pain – the excruciating grief, the tears, and the last goodbye before the actual fall. The recollection was as vivid as the day itself, no shield from the hurt, still inevitable in the way it came crashing down. For five years, she relived that moment over and over, every hour that dusk rolled by. She would convene herself on the same seat - blanket across her lap, a cup of jasmine tea in hand, thoughts in normalized disarray- and just allow the emotions to flood in.

There was an insincere calm that came with the chaos. First, memories would crash-in of the time when things were happier. The smiles, the dates, the late night talks, the stargazing moments, the promises, the sweet-nothings, the laughs, the hyper-awareness, the water colors, the teasing, the succumbing, the holding-back and then giving-in, the kisses, the touches, the skin-on-skins, the hugs, the warmth, the comfort, the scents, the breaths… the LOVE. All these came tumbling down as soon as the flood gates were released. She’d let them. It was the only way she could feel again. For those few minutes of seclusion, she would allow herself to relive it all and let it seep to revitalize her bones. This was the daily ‘bend before the break’… The instant where the grays showed other hues and she felt perpetual again.

“Babe? I’ll be here. You’ve got me. You know that, right?”

She recalled the cascade of emotions that overtook her the moment she heard those words, coming from the only mouth she could ever want them from. Those sakura lips were her life-force, her only means of survival in the world full of pandemonium. That voice was her voice of reason- the silencer to the unruliness of their day-to-day. Five years ago – and to present – she hadn’t a clue how she would go through every day without hearing that sweet influence. Up to date, her mind still processed that voice, still kept her promise to take the conversations to heart. Pain ensued in her chest where her heart lay, and she let it. Clutching at an imaginary handhold as tears threatened to fall, she moved onto another memory.

“Can you come over? Or should I just make my way to you?... You know what? Pick me up, please?”

Her mind’s eye reread the words and she remembered getting in her car, driving like crazy with one destination in mind. She overlooked the rain, the slippery street, the honks and beeps of traffic as she sped towards her terminus. All she knew at the time was that she needed to be in those arms, just as urgently as their owner needed her to be. She recapped exactly how that night went. As soon as the door was opened to allow her entry into more than just the room, she was enveloped into the warmest embrace. She remembered the whispers of gratitude as the strong arms weaved her into more than just body against her. She felt her heart soar and melt at the same time – melt in to what felt like home. There was no need to move, no need to speak, no need to mind, no need to do anything else but be in each other’s arms… and for that night, they stayed in. There was no rush in those moments, no race to finish anything that they started - there was just them, in the quiet of a room, their thoughts on full display for each other’s regard. Serene touches and sighs, beauty and grace, time and focus, unparalleled devotion were the courters of that night. And, these were welcomed with ardor.

”How could you, Babe? What does this mean for us?” Silent tears drowned the conversation until the silence was broken with the sweetest let down, “I’ll always love you, Babe. But, I can't... I'm sorry..."

The bitterest I love you she’d ever heard was that one right there. It felt like her world came crashing down on her that night, and every night since then. She saw the tortured look of love and betrayal on the face of the only person who had stuck by her through thick and thin. Suddenly, her voice of reason had ran out of reasons – reasons to fight for her, for them –and that’s when she knew that it was over. The sudden emptiness that masked those eyes that she loved, the coldness that radiated from the body she once burned to touch, the brusqueness of the rejection that arose – she felt it all smack her in the middle of her chest. Her heart fell and shattered, and she failed to find herself any excuses to save it from the instant break. ‘Coz she knew she hurt the one she gave it to and there was no greater pain than to see the hurt mirrored at her.

She scoffed and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as tears fell freely at the memory - eyes that had grown tired, but never ran out of sorrow. The sobs racked her body, making her hunch in on herself to pacify the sudden tear she felt in her battered heart. Because, until today, she still felt the ache, she still mourned her loss, she still loved the ghost of her derelict lover. She remembered the incalculable emotions that ran across the face of the one that once was so certain of her – the one that traumatized her the most was the look of agonized love. She couldn’t unsee that but what frustrated her the most was that she chose to walk away without letting herself explain... She was a coward! She was the biggest fool! She shouldn’t have! She shouldn’t have listened to that goodbye and held on. She would have… if she’d only known that it was going to be the last time.

               That was it. That one mistake was what cost her everything. The cross she bore for the past five years was born of that infuriating moment when she chose her pride over the love she had. In the snap of an instant, the click of a button, the turn of a head, and the blink of an eye, it was all gone. And it took her heart with it. The one thing that kept her together was the one thing that fell her. And, woe to her, she knew that it was all her fault. She let the tears fall freely now – crying in the way a forsaken soul would – cascades of lamented water soaking the blanket that was now pulled up to her chin. She bawled and she broke down, like yesterday, like the past months, like the last five years since that fateful day.

“Off to somewhere new... Time to heal.

 But, I’ll always love you…”

The last story she read before the radio silence. The last message to her, broadcasted for all to see. It haunted her and scarred her deeply. She saw and felt the remorse in those words, but also the exigency to leave. She felt the defeat wash over her. She pulled herself away and watched herself crumble and rupture, but she did nothing else to quell the decided.

               For months on end, she fell into a monotonous existence, only doing the bare minimum to survive. She lost time, she lost connections, and she lost herself. But nothing could compare to what she actually lost inside. She still kept on until hope reared its head. Deep within, she hoped - maybe, one day, she’d be given the chance… maybe one day, she’d be able to make things right. Maybe, one day, her love would come back… But, for now, she allowed herself these precious moments. The moments to reminisce and drown her system with actual feelings. She lived for these advent moments where she discovered exactly how much she felt, loved and lost.

               She basked in the ambience. Her lachrymose disposition slowly subsiding as she stared off into the last rays of the sunlight over the horizon. She wiped her tears, gearing up to head inside and resume her morose life.

“Hello? Anyone home?”

Her heart leaped at the voice. It was the voice from her thoughts… the voice she would never forget. The voice that brought a torrent of emotions with it. Her brain seared in anguish, threatening to explode at the seeming reality of that familiar timber. She refused to look for a moment, fear eminent in her chest to find nothing but the phantom of her memory, but her curiosity broke loose and made her turn towards the source of the dulcet voice. And there, time stopped – eyes, nose, lips, hair, smile, and regard… there was Love! She failed at words at first, exasperated joy and pain overcoming her. She stood slowly, air and strength refusing to support her. The speaker walked towards her, climbing the two steps to reach her on the porch, reaching for her hands with sincerity and adoration, familiarity engraved in her sights. When contact was made, calmness ensued…

“Hi…” She finally said, breathlessly, heart in her hands – figuratively but literally. 

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A Beautiful Disaster (1)

Hello, the little thing below is a creation of the little things plaguing my mind. It's a lot of angst and unrequited love. I just needed an outlet to dump all the feelings into. I am in no way claiming that these circumstances are real or that I personally know what is happening. This is purely a work of fan fiction, made by a suffering soul. Also, I wrote and proofread this all on my own... Please be gentle with me...

My intension is not to harm... just to be able to express...

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There was so much going on around me. An incessant buzzing of media, people talking over each other, smells assaulting my deeper senses, even the steady dab of the fine hairs on the powder brush making me feel uneasy. My stomach suddenly felt tangled and queasy, making me noticeably groan in discomfort.

“Are you okay?” That stilling familiar voice broke through my light distress.

I turned to the speaker, meeting the soulful brown eyes that I had grown acquainted to but never tired of – never used to. The look given to me was one of genuine concern and worry.

“Yes… I’m fine,” I quickly retorted, just to ease a bit of the stress. I looked away just as soon as the words left my mouth, giving off a stiff smile.

I looked away because, one, I could feel the flush in my cheeks deepen, two, I felt those eyes boring through me as if they were staring into my soul, and three, my heart was in the running for either an Olympic gold medal or a place in the Guinness Book of World Records for the most somersaults performed in under a minute. Usually, I was able to contain these emotions quite well, giving off enough, but never more. But recently, there were just instances where I would slip up and get lost in translation – this was one of those moments. I’d hate to admit it, but these were becoming more frequent as the days went by, getting me in deeper trouble than I’d ever dared to be in.

What alarmed me most was point number two – when those russet orbs would just seek me and threaten to uncover every inch of truth that I’d carefully masked behind walls of smiles and laughter. On one side, I knew I loved the attention; craved it, even… on the other hand, I felt like a deer in headlights, screaming for a quick way out. For three long years, I had carefully hidden behind my snide retorts, witty jokes, and carefully planned words. All of my careful disposition was now in imminent peril as the owner of the most breath-taking pair of brown eyes drew me in, confided in me, and shared life with me, everyday becoming a bigger lifebuoy of comfort in a sea of emotional turmoil, shoots, tiring scripts, and indignant conferences – but beside this was danger.  

Somehow, it all became routine at some point, getting me lost in the lull. All that changed were venues, timings, people, views, scents, and seating. They would have us perched beside each other, always within finger’s breath away, so close, and to me, still so far. The steady stream of questions thoughtfully placed to bombard us. The answers all stitched and rehearsed, armoring me with the skill to ’give a little’ but not too much.

“Keep them on the edge of seat,” was the advice.

But, I WAS ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT! More times recently than before as some of the questions became more pointed and sharp. Sometimes, my heart would win over my brain and the feelings would come tumbling out, a sea of murkiness. I tried wading through some of these sticky situations, and with your help, I would mostly emerge victorious. I would look into your eyes and the solutions would just flow. You’d get me… We’d survive. But it wasn’t just me… sometimes, human errors still befell you and you’d give in. But that was a part of our perfect dynamic.

I loved your eyes… the way the light would dance off of them when you smiled, the way your milk chocolate hues would glisten with fresh tears when you were upset, the sheen of wisdom and wit, the mischievous glint of mirth and youth – these were the things that made my day… Your gaze was where I’d love to spend my hot summer days, the kaleidoscope of autumn, the dead of winter, and the wetness of spring. Your eyes were the beacon of your soul – a soul that you so openly offered to me. But, I’m sorry to have to say this… I also hate your eyes…

The commanding way you’d stare at me to reprimand me, the stern pierce when I did something to upset you, the way you’d know each and every emotion in my feeble heart just by the way I would bite my lip or flip my hair. The subtle way you’d say you care just with a wink, the lies that my person would fabricate when you’d say you love me with our secret glances. I hate it all. It made me vulnerable to you. It made me hope… it made me want…

‘Coz why should I want for more, right? I’m merely just a friend. I’m merely a colleague. I am just someone who needs you as much as you need me to get by, right? These were the constant thoughts that kept running in my already occupied brain… and thus…more distractions.

On days when we weren’t together, my churlish heart would still be with you, my thoughts a myriad of opportunities we could be doing together- laying on the couch, indulging ourselves in piles of guilty pleasures while binging on our favorite shows, eating at a fancy restaurant with the people we hold precious to us, or even just lazing around on your bed, under the sheets, staring at the ceiling, familiarizing the shadows that would shroud us as twilight rolled in.

Sunrises were my favorite. The first streak of light that would permeate through the curtains as the sun made its presence known to a slumbering world. I loved to watch as the silent intruder would make its way across your bedroom floor, to land gently on your dozing face – so calm, sweet, and undisturbed by the world’s torments. Then you’d stir, your eyes would flutter open and for a moment, as they focus, the browns turn into hazel embers in the glowing light. Then, you’d see me, give me a lop-sided grin, and shyly cover your face. The giggles that escape me then were always alarm bells in my head, making me think a zillion times before progressing with my next move. Then you’d encompass me in your warmth and everything would just be still… for a couple of minutes.

Midnights were a different story. The way your clever orbs would prod into mine, learning my thoughts, replying to my reactions, burning through my carefully constructed gates without deeming permission. Midnights were maddening – your hands in mine, stolen touches, fleeting moments, unspoken words. Did you feel it too? Were we ever on the same plane? Was this ever more than just platonic?

‘Coz I could swear you felt it too. The way you would shield your gaze from mine in when emotions rode out, the way you’d turn around in the heat of a moment, the way you’d fix a strand of my hair in a crowd of people, or even the way you’d single me out in room with just a single call of my name, as if it was your lifeline and mantra. Bitter-sweet is how I felt about this. I wanted you to always call me, look for me, depend on me, and want me. But I also felt the immense confusion and turmoil when I’d hear your silky voice and see your stunning eyes.

You were, are, probably will still be my drug… more potent than morphine… more deadly than potassium chloride. You’ve seeped into my pores, buried yourself in my heart, and infiltrated my every thought – waking or not. There were moments that would run slow-mo, a polychromatic slide of uncertainty and haze that would leave me breathless, but wanting nothing to do with air, if air would wake me from this daze. And in these times, sometimes, I would see you… I would see you seeing me break and bend to your will. And you would break with me… And then, it passes. Back to reality.

Was that all there is to it? Were we just fictitious characters set out to dominate the world, but never conquering our own? Each quest just a mission to bring happiness to some poor wretched soul, seeking refuge from the tired world of the forsaken? Uncouth as it may sound, I am a tired world. Tired of living for something I want to believe in. Tired of braving my flaws but asked to hide away. Tired of wanting and needing, but only allowed to fiddle with the wrapper. Tired of having to suppress and repress every fantasy that there could be something – that there is something, more tangible than air.

As I sat, keeping my sights to myself, mulling over these musings and plastering a scourged smile on my face, you pestered me sweetly. Your voice, the incontestable balm to the chaos, but also the sharpest needles piercing through my fractured armor. I watched you secretly as you fiddled through your wretched phone when it chimed the alert of a message received from an unknown source. I saw the distinctions run across your face as you scanned through. I decided not to want to read into it. No more… I sighed and focused back on myself in the mirror, mask back on, seeming unfazed.

I told myself that my resolve wouldn’t shatter… I swore that I wouldn’t let you see me crumble. I promised that I would be okay, I would just let everything go, let it all just fall below the surface. Because, I know you felt the same way, somehow, but your courage wasn’t on par with wherever your heart lay. I want to believe that I’d given up… I wanted to say that it’s going to be easier to let go. But as you made your way to me, solemnity in your beautiful regard, I felt my heart tumult to heights unheard of. As you wrapped your arms around me from behind, your face seeking comfort on the crook of my neck, breathing me in, mayhem ensued in my chest. I knew that all the lies I’d built to protect myself from how I felt about you were now a Jenga tower about to crumble down as you picked my weakest slab to pull.

“Hey… we’re okay, right?” You ask, uncertainty and fret tainting your words.

I breathed in, closed my eyes, felt my heart shatter to a million pieces, wiggled away to create a bit of space before meeting your eyes in the mirror – mine the perfect depiction of undaunted. I wished I was answering for more. I smiled at you.

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

I knew you somehow saw through the cracks as you touched my cheek with your hand, “You know I’ll always be here for you, right? You can talk to me.”

I leaned into your touch, partly to satisfy my craving, and partly to sell you the façade, then distanced myself abruptly.

“Come on. We’re going to be late,” I cheerfully called out to you as I stood by the doorway.

You reached for my hand as you stood up, a grin on your face, but the shadow of a doubt in creeping in the corners of your eyes. As your fingers intertwined with mine, I felt the pull in my heart as I let you touch me. Your lips drew close to my skin as you reached in for an innocent kiss on my cheek and something in my core gave way, making me crack out a soft gasp, which I hid with a cough and slight shuffle of my feet, seeming nervous. You bought that and smiled encouragingly at me. Fact of the matter was that, I felt those lips on mine, my brain crawling with all the scenarios where we spent trying to perfect the art in the comfort of rehearsals and a screen.

I wished it were different. I wished the kisses meant more for you, impacting you as it did me. I wished the lies weaved weren’t of those concealing the way we actually felt. I wished I knew what went through your mind every time you actually saw me. I wished you’d just let go of your reserves. ‘Coz your words and deeds were still an oasis where I could retire to, your arms a safe space that held me at my weakest, and your eyes held my truth, your laugh the music to my ears. It was the most exhilarating and terrifying concept I’d ever had to undergo, one I barely understood. But then again… who was I? I’m merely just a friend. I’m merely a colleague. I am just someone who needs you as much as you need me to get by, right? Maybe… I should just leave it at that?

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Inspiration: "... we are each other's comfort zones..." - Freen & Becky

Title: After a Long Work Day...

Congratulations yet again, angels for another very successful event in the land of hospitality- The Philippines 🇵🇭! Please enjoy a well deserved rest to boost up your energies for the rest of the projects ahead!

Your fanfam love you so very much, @srchafreen and @becccca___ ! Keep fighting through!!!❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍 Keep doing it, babes!

This FanArt is dedicated to you🥰

Thank you for the constant inspiration...🤗

Song Inspiration: "Feels Like You" by Faime

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In support of Becky's upcoming movie premier for LLL, here is a fun fanart from moi😁... Hhahahah..

Also... Inspiration hit with the moments in today's event where we found out that Becky let's Freen read her scripts firsthand and gets her opinion of the character... I love their easy dynamic!🤍

This prompted me to draw Namo (Becky's character in LLL) with her very own protective "guardian angel"...

Keep going, angels, Freen and Becky🤍

Your FanFam will support you endlessly! love you!

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍

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Another FreenBecky FanArt from yours truly! 🤣😂

I am just so inspired by these girls and wish the best for them...

❤️Love you lots, Sarocha Chankimha and Rebecca Patricia Armstrong

Title: Just Another Day at Workshop

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"...we did it..." again "Baby!..."

Congratulations, Freen Sarocha Chankimha and Rebecca Patricia Armstrong for bagging yet another award tonight!❤️

You both deserve this and so much more!

Here's another fanart to commemorate today's win, angels! Btw, you both looked gorgeous😍

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F to B: 🎶"...If you're ready come and get it na na na na...😜"🎶

Another #freenbecky FanArt from yours truly!❤️

This one was inspired from one of their interviews where they were asked "What flavor would you describe the other?" And then, I added BonBon into the mix to add extra cuteness🤍.

May is proving to be such a month of inspiration and development! Loving the ride, really!

@srchafreen and @becccca___ thank you for the constant inspiration! Keep going, angels!❤️

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Response to the Kazz Awards Night Chibi Fan Art...

Sing it louder, angels! Heheheh!

Stay strong, @srchafreen and @becccca___ !!!

#wediditBaby

#wediditBB🤍

#lowkeyonthelowRN