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[[ rose au with my ph ocs like: daya has a yellow rose and lualhati has purple. then when santiago arrived, he pulled them out (remember that one hc that i have that secondary spain skinned them alive), but, well, ofc they can grow back. so when it did, daya grew out a red rose and lualhati grew out a darker blue one ]]

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[[ BAT PARANG AMBAHO, RUSCANAL TALAGA ]]

ruscanal probably 2/?

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sige tama yang ginagawa mo rusca :))

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“Nasa maling ulo ang utak ng inyong pinuno.”

Click ‘Keep reading’ for the interview of the real Colonel Janolino regarding Luna’s death.

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“Mas matapang pa yung mga babae dito!”

Requested by: @silahis (Thank you!)                                                                    I’m open for requests! Just message me if you want a GIF(set) done! Di po ako nangangagat. 😂 😂                                                                        

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@bukkun-moonsin  *REVEALS SELF*  merry christmas po!

ako po ang iyong secret santa huehuehue B’))  i hope u like it!

tas eto pa isa eto yung dapat ibibigay ko kaso hindi siya pampasko pero kasi--

walang forever 8′)))

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Andres Bonifacio Aesthetic

Secret Santa present for @askaphroulette. Maligayang Pasko amigo!

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❝ Oh, my friends, my friends forgive me— that I live and you are gone. There’s a grief that can’t be spoken, there’s a pain goes on and on .

Oh, my friends, my friends, don’t ask me what your sacrifice was for. Empty chairs at empty tables, where my friends will sing no more.❞

Send me GIF requests, if you want! :) I like making these.

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❂  ;;

“ Hoy, panget. Tabi. “

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❂  ;;

“ In my homeland, we don’t say ‘I love you’, Instead, we say ‘tara, kantutan tayo. libre ko sa sogo’. And it’s actually more romantic when you say that in my language, especially this coming Christmas. ”

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✸ ;

There was a blank response to the vomit on her clothes. Blinking, she was just ready to drill the blade on him again with less regard on his filth. This was nothing new to her, to be honest. Centuries of being tortured and torturing in return-- what else is different? 

He should be glad it wasn’t his insides that’s coming out of his lips.

The nation stood steady on her feet when the man now attempted to escape. A few seconds, watching, until she followed along-- s l o w l y . . . footsteps audibly brushing against cement. Her pace mocking his. And then, a foot on the man’s ankle, she placed weight on it.

“ Out.... w h e r e ? “

Two words dropped like cold metal on the floor.

No pity....no mercy. Never, will this secondary nation, feel any compassion to spare this person from his misery. He was a complete enemy to her. No. matter. what. There was nothing she will forgive him in the past.  NOTHING.  Every change, every murder, every execution. The prayers, the influence. This man is a major fault. Him...and his goddamn secondary...

Kneeling down on the pinned limb, Daya plunged the weapon down on Antonio’s leg and craved it in. She made no excuses as she even felt the blade scratch through his bony interior, and continued to separate the flesh from bone. On one leg-- and maybe...perhaps, soon, the other as well-- 

          “WHAT THE FUCK is wrong with you–” words blasted from dry lips before he could stop them. Sure, he would listen to her. Escape grew seemingly inevitable, and while he listened to her twisted version of something that everyone seemed to have a side to, he felt his stomach turn. Once upon a time, he had a strong gut… but now, the tale was cold, deadening claws that gripped his skin and clawed at his spine. 

                                                              FEAR. UNEASE. PAIN. 

          Now, he knew that her mind was unraveling quicker than her blade jabbed him and drew warm crimson. At this point, he wanted only to claw at his ears, reaching up to do just that. The words were deafening, sickening and twisted in many means. Bile sloshed up his throat, and before he knew it, her gory tale ended, and whatever he had eaten that morning greeted her shirt, traced with blood. Body heaving, he let go again, onto the floor, begging between breaths for her to stop. 

          As sick and tired as he was of BEING NICE and taking her stabs and kicks, and brutal words, Antonio fell stonily still. The pain was numbed for the time being, replaced by a throbbing, heated feeling where the knife had just dug into his body. One last time, he would attempt to escape with as little violence as he could muster. He shifted his bony, weakened body, rolling out of her reach. He was not agile, nor fast–but weak, lethargic, and sickly. Coughing on the sour taste in his mouth, he fought to struggle to his feet, only to collapse to his knees, crawling blindly towards what seemed to be an exit–if there WAS an exit. 

“I’m fucking out of here. I am DONE with your games!” 

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doodle dumpp ft wonderful tumblr peeps @bukkun-moonsin @ruscaryosep @flattopsatlumpia @askaphroulette @bangskeletariat

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Spolarium // Heneral Luna

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&&. yay so im finally back home (actually a few hours ago, honest) and as i said, im gonna work on a reply here and then some in my other blog (i will try), but after that im gonna lurk in the darkness and not rp for a bit because i have to fix this blog and stuff

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[[ heyy. currently stranded in a friend's place because of the horrible weather, so i dunno when ill get to replies. likely not this weekend like i planned to so yeah. when i get home i guess *shrug* ]]

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ok so kung finafollow ninyo ako sa twitter naulanan kayo ng rants ko tungkol kina leonor at jose. heto na ang full story!

Last week, kinuwentohan kami ng prof namin sa kasaysayan at naging angstfest ang klase. Dahil ang dami kong damdamin, ibabahagi ko rin ang mga natuklasan ko. Iba-iba ang claim ng mga sources at malay ba natin kung ano ang mga tunay na pangyayari, pero heto ang bersiyon ko.

Magkababata sina Rizal at Leonor, at magpinsan ang mga ama nila. Magkalaro, ganun. Nung 13th birthday raw ni Leonor, pinilit si Pepe ng kuya niyang dumalo sa handaan. Ayun eh todo hair & makeup si Noreng, nagkasparks raw sila ni Pepe.

Ngunit matagal nang may crush si Pambansang Chickboy kay Noreng. Matalino (as in, fluent sa apat na lengguahe WHOA), mabait (di na to maipagkakaila requirement to sa mga sinaunang dalagang filipina), maganda (bighaning bighani si Pepe mga mata at labi niya mga kapatid, tas may dimples pa at mermaid hair para complete package) (jUSKOPO I TELL U MAY CRAYON SKETCH SI RIZAL NG MUKHA NIYA), talented (magaling raw siyang tumugtog ng harp, piano at umawit; ito yung talagang dumagit kay Pepe), at rich kid pa (bale erpats niya may-ari ng boarding house ni Pepe nung nag-aral siya sa uste). #neseye ne eng lehet

Pero dahil magpinsan nga sila malamang tutol mga magulang nila. Kaya nagsusulatan sila. Putspa. Ang lande po nila may secret code, code names, at invisible ink pa.

Umalis si Pepe para mag-aral sa Europa at nang lumaon ay mamarkahang ‘filibustero’ ng mga Español ay mas lalong tumutol ang mga magulang ni Noreng sa pag-iibigan nila ni Pepe. Ito na yung masaquette na part:

Sinuhulan raw ng ermats ni Noreng yung post office, bale sa kanya mapupunta lahat ng liham ni Pepe para kay Noreng. Ito namang si Noreng akala nakalimutan na siya ni Pepe. Nadepress. Nakumbinsing may iba na si Pepe. Kahit nakakainis intindihin nyo na lang nanay ni Noreng kasi ayaw niyang mapasapanganib ang anak.

So kinumbinsi ng nanay na magpakasal si Noreng sa isa pang richkid. Pumayag na lang si Noreng. Kaso ito pa masaquette:

Nadiskubre niya yung mga sulat. Kaso engaged na sila. #tang ina ang sarap ng angst humahagod wala pa tayo sa kalahati ganito na agad

Ayun sa sobrang sama ng loob, sinunog niya lahat ng mga sulat (pagtapos basahin) at nilagay sa maliit na pouch. Tas tinahi yung pouch sa wedding gown. Tas sumulat kay Pepe na ikakasal na siya.

Alam niyo kung ano yung tatlong kondisyon ni Noreng sa pagpapakasal kay Kipping? “Sa pagpapakasal ko sa iba, para ko na ring pinatay ang musika sa buhay ko.” Hindi na siya tutugtog ng piano. Hindi na siya kakanta. At sa kasal, katabi niya dapat ang nanay niya (isipin nyo na lang kung ano symbolism nun keri nyo na yan)

Alam niyo kung anong ginawa ni Pepe nang malaman niya? PINATAY NIYA SINA MARIA CLARA AT IBARRA. Pero bago yun, ayon sa kaibigan niyang si Blumentritt, umiyak raw siyang parang bata nang mabasa niya yung liham.

Alam niyo kung ano pang masaquette? Namatay si Noreng two years later at nang malaman ni Rizal (na sa dapitan na siya ng mga pagkakataong ito), tulala raw siya nang ilang habang hinihimas yung tabas ng buhok ni Noreng (oo, parang yung nakita sa bangkay ni Goyong. Uso pala talaga noon magkaron ng buhok ng labidabs mo, ano?).

Meron pa: request ni Noreng na kapag namatay siya, suot niya yung saya na suot niya nung ‘nagkasundo’ sila ni Pepe. At kasama niya sa kabaong yung abo ng mga liham ni Rizal, nasa kahong may naka-engrave na 'J & L’.

tl;dr si Noreng po ang TL ni Pepe. Kahit marami siyang iba. Kahit hindi siya ang first and last. Kahit iba ang recorded na 'asawa’ ni Rizal. SI LEONOR RIVERA ANG TL NI JOSE RIZAL YUN ANG PINAGLALABAN KO.

media & art:

panoorin niyo to para masaktan pa kayo lalo

ang sAKIT ANG SAKIT ANG SAKIT

signal boost para sa fanart ni @squeegool!! 1, 2

sources bukod sa prof ko sa kasaysayan: 1, 2, 3, 4