#Manila Up

[diversitynewsmagazineorg]

Nina Svet Is Winner of Mrs European Universe 2023

Nina Svet is the winner of Mrs European Universe 2023 On February 23, 2023, the Mrs European Universe pageant was held at the Taglyan Complex 1201 North, 1219 Vine St, Los Angeles, CA 90038 from 5:30 pm. The event held a red carpet arrivals, dinner banquet, celebrity judges and live performances. Nina Svet is the winner of Mrs European Universe 2023. Mrs European Universe 2023 Mrs European…

[brother-emperors]

it’s by divine intervention only that I’m not constantly posting about the bullshit cycle of Filipino politics here because the fucking presidential family is turning my home province into a puppet state and the wife of the assassinated governor is gearing up for a dynasty run in office and people are going to vote for her because they feel bad that her husband got murdered instead of seeing authoritarian assimilation and a dynast take over for what it is. The next election is not an election if all the players ahead of time have begun to form a united coalition with the backing of a fascist family.

instead I simply crack Crassus open like a walnut and start yelling really loud into his rib cage.

[deathberi]

༻MANILA MIKEY༺

[kimasousparky]

dumps maitake on your face

[suckerforfluff]

is it fucked up that as a filipino i dont know any filipino mc streamers or filipino streamers in general? like the ones who actually stream in tagalog/bisaya/ilocano/ilonggo/whatever dialect???

like im so envious of the ppl who are like "so and so was my childhood im excited to see them in qsmp" and here i am like "wow filipino streamers huh can't wait to meet them ^_^"

[myblorbojunao]

He’s here!! And oh he has two sides!

👉🏻Angel baby cinnamoroll to Would murder you

[appleciders]

If you're still doing the small prompts: Mary + Lilith -> Shannon

“She’s not here, Mary!” Lilith’s yelling now, stumbling through the sand that whips against her cheeks, stings her lips, burns into the corners of her eyes. “She’s gone! Shannon is gone!”

She can hardly see Mary’s figure, stumbling forward only feet in front of her.

“Mary! Please!”

“She is here,” Mary grits out, words pushed back to Lilith by the wind. “We just gotta find her.”

“You know that’s not true.”

The dark blur of Mary shakes her head.

Lilith lunges, manages to snag the back of Mary’s shirt in her long reach. She pulls.

Mary turns, has to turn, to avoid toppling into the searing dunes. Her face contorts, her eyes creased against the pain and the grit. “What, Lilith!” She takes a step forward, hand finding her hip, but it finds no shotgun. “Quit stopping me and help me look!”

Lilith’s throat bobs. “She’s not– She’s gone.”

“You’re here,” Mary spits. She’s too dehydrated for tears—face peeling, lips cracked—but her voice grates like a rusty saw against bone. “You were dead, and you’re here. I was dead, and I’m here. Tell me why she wouldn’t fucking be here!”

Lilith says nothing. Lilith can’t say anything that Mary doesn’t already know.

Lilith can only stare at her, expression bludgeoned and splintered. They used to be three; then they were four; then they were five; now they are two. Shannon is gone.

(You called me heartless. Right now, she feels her heart so keenly, so inconveniently, when all that pain is meaningless beside Mary’s, that she wants to rip it out and grind it into the dust.)

“No,” Mary says, shaking her head. “No, Lilith, no.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologize!” Mary surges forward and tackles her, lands on top of her, desiccated but heavy, feverish, alive. She crushes Lilith’s lungs, digs her knee into the scaled shelf of her stomach, bares her teeth in her face. “You never say you’re sorry, so what the fuck makes you think you can apologize to me right now? Huh?”

Lilith meets her eyes, centimeters apart. She can feel the pant of Mary’s breath against her cheeks.

“Hit me,” Lilith croaks, impulsively. Hit me, punch me, bite my arm where it’s still skin until it bleeds. You’re alive. I’m alive. Don’t get up.

Mary’s face screws up. “What–?”

Lilith lets her head fall back against the blistering ground. Her grey-streaked bun bunches against the back of her neck. “You think I don’t want to find her? You think I don’t want to find Shannon?”

“Don’t,” Mary growls.

“She was my sister, Mary. She was your– She was Shannon.” In the aftermath of the Vatican, in the downtime after the warpath and the resurrection, Lilith has had to reckon with absence. Has had to look it in the eyes, freed of any trappings of glorious sacrifice or martyred cause.

It’s intolerable.

“But I found you. I found you. I failed you, at the Vatican, I wasn’t fast enough to take you back with us, but– But we can go back, now. To Camila, and Ava, and Beatrice. I’m sorry, but we have to go back.” Lilith was at her mother’s house today. Lilith wore her teenage clothes. It’s an even younger self she wears, now, as she says, “We lost Shannon. We can’t lose you.”

Mary’s shaking her head again. Her lips move like her tongue is desperately trying to wet itself against the roof of her mouth and finding no moisture. Finally, she stills. She looks at Lilith, her eyes dark and pained. “I really hate you,” she whispers.

“I know.”

Mary shifts her knees so they straddle Lilith’s hips. Her burning forehead falls to Lilith’s sternum.

Lilith freezes. She stares up at the yellow-orange sky.

“Thought I was gonna be alone here forever,” Mary whispers, cracking. “When I saw you, I thought….”

Stiltedly, Lilith moves, the way she learned by copying off Mary, off Shannon. She wraps her arms around Mary’s back. “I’ve got you,” she murmurs.

For seconds, minutes, years, she holds her.

“Promise me,” Mary says, finally. “Promise me we’re not leaving her behind.”

“I swear.”

She’s quiet for a long pause. “Then…. Alright. Let’s go back.” She takes a deep, rasping breath. “To Ava, and Camila, and Beatrice.”

Lilith nods. The air burns with smoke.

They fall, together, onto the floor of Jillian Salvius’s lab.

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Tok Rev + Text Posts

[agapintheskin]

(some of) Bible from Tongs ig reel

[discluded]

Since we are celebrating acts of bravery 🌈🌈, big and small, I want to point out the reason there were three pride flags on stage in Taipei was thanks to Us Nititorn.

I haven't seen a clear opening video yet of where Tong got the first pride flag, though it looks like he picked it up from the audience too. It ended up in Mile and Apo's hands because Mile asked for it first. Tong looked like he was going to hand it to Bible and Build, who are physically closer to him.

Us specifically gestured for the security staff to bring the two additional after Mile and Apo held up the flag. How proud and colorful the stage was during Tong's speech was in no small part thanks to him.

Us was also one of the people who raised the rainbow flag alongside Tong in Manila.

(Thank you to @buildjakapan for these gifs. Tumblr's gif finder sucks. Please go and give that post a like and reblog as well.)

Not everyone is always able to have the words ready, but don't discount their actions. Meet people's bravery where they are.

I see you Us Nititorn. I'm proud🌈 of you too.

[leng-m]

Episode 514 of Am I Losing My Fluency in Tagalog or Is This a Different Dialect or Is this New Slang or Is My Mom Just Making Up Words?

Mom: Itatapon ko na yung pinag-pritusan ko ng isda.

Me: pri-pritusan... you mean, prituhan?

Mom: Pag naghugas ka, i-andaya mo na yung mga lalagyan diyan.

Me: andaya? an...daya? nadaya??? idamay????

[magnus-rhymes-with-swagness]

oh yeah a few weeks ago i finally went through a bunch of my old files and you wouldn't BELIEVE how many images i saved when i was like 11. hundreds upon hundreds of grainy images of the most random things. i vividly remember Getting On The Computer for the specific purpose of scouring the internet, saving images, and sorting them into folders, and it's so funny to me now. like look at this stuff. a dozen pixels total. this is only a small selection of the whole collection. why did i save it all

like what was i up to

[deathberi]

#must protect

[booming-artist]

「I want it all to end here」

[apopcornkernel]

me during dry season, roasting alive in 43°C average heats: god i cant wait for wet season

me during wet season, assailed by typhoons every two weeks: god i cant wait for dry season

me during dry season, roasting alive in 48°C average heats: god i cant wait for wet season

me during wet season, assailed by typhoons every week: god i cant wait for