#Otp: fearlessly and forever

[themarionette-theporcelaindoll]

In light of d criss saying (in his live stream or wherever i read this) that The Luckiest by Ben Folds would have been a perfect song for blaine to sing to kurt please imagine blaine anderson-hummel playing the tune gently in the morning as he always does in his home and he sings about kurt while he sleeps and blaine is smiling to himself. He has a home with the man he loves, they built it together. He walks through memory lane throughout the song, Dalton, McKinley, new York. Kurt anderson-hummel appears from their room, smile on his face, hair messy, in his robe and he stands completely enamored by this wonderful man he gets to call husband. His best friend. Then in comes the sound of pattering feet across the floor and their daughter jumps into kurts arms. She's laughing, happy to see her dads awake so early. Blaine is grinning from ear to ear, kurt comes around to the bench and sits himself down with their daughter while blaine finishes the song. Blaine turns to kurt and they kiss, then blaine turns to their daughter and peppers her curly head with kisses. All is wonderful and im crying

[msalexiscriss]

Today is Klaine’s 4th wedding anniversary and although a lot of things have changed in these past four years and I’m not as much of a fan of them as I used to, I can’t deny that Kurt and Blaine still have a very special place in my heart. Not only because they are a very cute couple, but because they really paved the way for many of the lgbtq+ couples we see today in all our favorite TV shows.

I’ve always said it, but credit where credit is due, and Klaine, with all their good and bad things, changed the game for lgbtq+ couples on mainstream television and we can’t forget that.

So here’s to you, my boys, I hope that wherever you are, you’re celebrating your anniversary with a very fancy dinner while serenading each other with the most romantic songs ever written.

[hrhtlos]

~ Fearlessly and Forever ~

[higuchimon]

[fanfic] As He Sleeps

 Yubel tucked Juudai under their wings.  He smiled up at them, raising one hand to rest on the area next to one of the spikes, utterly fearlessly. But he'd never been afraid of them, no matter what they looked like.  Even when he hadn't remembered them, he'd shown more anger than fear.  Though Yubel would gladly admit that they found his anger as magnetic as anything else about him.

He closed his eyes; he was far more tired than he'd wanted to admit.  All the work he did traveling everywhere took a great deal of energy from him.  Here he didn't quite trust to rest, not without someone to watch over him, and so that was what Yubel did.  They didn't sleep the way that humans did, and so they could and did guard him endlessly.

Not quite how I imagined we would be together.  They had considered watching over Juudai's sleep forever - there was little they enjoyed more than being with him, after all.  But to watch him like this, knowing he would awaken and regard them with that same love as he had for multiple lifetimes?  Far more than they'd ever dared to dream would be possible.  There were on occasion moments when Yubel thought this might be a mere fantasy that would dissipate. 

And yet it never did.  Day after day they found themselves fused to Juudai's soul, and the awareness of how much Juudai loved them existed in every moment.  They'd felt it from the first moment the process had begun and it didn't change at all, save to get stronger, as time passed.  If this were a dream, a fantasy, then it was one that Yubel never wished to wake up from.  A world where Juudai didn't love them wasn't a world they wished to live in.

That was one thing that came from their own heart, not from the Light.  The Light only made what they would do to attain that world far, far worse.  If it hadn't been for the Light - well, Yubel wasn't certain what would have happened.  Perhaps they might have encountered the part of the Gentle Darkness that existed up there in space, and what Juudai originally wanted would have happened that much sooner.

I think I prefer it like this.  They'd done horrible things; Yubel wouldn't forget that for a moment.  Juudai still wanted them to talk matters out with Johan and some of his other friends.  Perhaps they would get to that one day.  But Yubel wasn't fond of appearing to people who weren't Juudai.  They would consider it for the future, however.

But since everything that had happened all those years before ended with their fusion to Juudai and the eternal keeping of their vows, then it ended well enough in Yubel's opinion.  Perhaps if they had the chance they would do things differently, but that wasn't an option.  So Yubel lived with what they had now, and enjoyed every moment they spent with Juudai. 

The End

Notes: Yubel x Juudai is indeed my OTP for GX. It’s painful and glorious and there should have been so much more of Yubel in season 4. Also, Soulshipping Week is going to be a thing in December again.

[kuiinncedes]

Hii! for the character ask - Blaine, Finn and Sam :)

this took me so long skdjflfjlak ahhhh thanks alli <333

Why I like them:

Blaine: adorable sweet goofball dumbass, super talented (i’m gonna end up putting that for everyone rip), loves Kurt bc same, heart eyes extraordinaire

Finn: also adorable dumbass, great teacher (at the very least way better than schue lol), idk he was a pretty good friend too

Sam: aLso adorable dumbass, the best boyfriend, cares about others and is just super sweet :’) 

Why I don’t:

Blaine: cheating on kurt, i feel like a lot of other things i can say i don’t like about him is like writing problems lol

Finn: ummm he has several not great moments and he’s often just kinda excused for them, also not being great to kurt in s1 and beginning of s2 :D

Sam: the storyline that i forgot about until now with ryder in 4x....20?? i think but yeah and he said some kinda ignorant things in s5 too with mercedes

Favorite episode (scene if movie):

Blaine: 5x01 Love, Love, Love

Finn: 4x09 Swan Song

Sam: 5x16 Tested

Favorite season/movie:

Blaine: 2 or 6

Finn: 4!!

Sam: 6 maybe?

Favorite line:

Blaine: “it knew our hands were meant to hold each other, fEARLESSLY AND FOREVER”

Finn: “ignoring you” or like one of his funny/sassy lines from s4 lol

Sam: “i can live without sex but i can’t live without you” ;-;

Favorite outfit:

i’m just gonna do blaine sorryyyyy i realized i don’t pay attention to finn or sam’s outfits at all and can’t think of any good ones at all XD

honestly that’s probably not even my favorite but i can’t remember any lol apparently i suck at outfits if it’s not kurt or tina tbh lmao

OTP:

Blaine: klaine

Finn: finchel

Sam: samcedes

Brotp:

Blaine: blaintina!!!!!!!!! or blam or blamtina

Finn: furt

Sam: hevans and/or blamtina

Head Canon:

Blaine: he writes songs and writes cheesy shit for kurt :’)

Finn: he’s super protective of kurt after realizing he wasn’t the best brother so if you try to mess with kurt who would beat you in a fight anyway but if you try to mess with him you also have to get past finn

Sam: why can’t the mckinley school for the arts also have sports?? why can’t sam kinda start some sports things bc he was a good football coach lol (another multitalented king)

Unpopular opinion:

Blaine: idk this isn’t really about blaine specifically but it’s all i can think of and kind of has to do with him - the puppet master episode is hilarious, like name a funnier episode you can’t

Finn: (i don’t think this is very unpopular but) the way he was always credited for making the glee club cool?? uh that didn’t happen but ok (and none of the rewriting history was great)

Sam: his dumbness was overplayed/overexaggerated kinda in s5 especially

A wish:

Blaine: that he didn’t cheat on kurt lol (but it did give us some nice meta and angst ngl)

Finn: that he was better written and learned from his mistakes

Sam: that he didn’t break up with mercedes idk is this what the wishes are supposed to be like XD

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen:

Blaine: break up with kurt akshhdjdjsjs idk i can’t think of anything else lol

Finn: (in a world where he’s alive ;-;) give up on being a teacher?

Sam: turn into mr. schue (since he’s canonically teaching the glee club now lol)

5 words to best describe them:

Blaine: loving, talented, strong, oblivious, adorable

Finn: leader, passionate, athletic, optimistic, cute

Sam: caring, lovable, endearing, respectful, thoughtful

My nickname for them:

.... don’t really have nicknames for any of them lol 🤪

[justaramblingromantic]

Dragon Song

Characters/Pairing: Nakiri Alice and Kurokiba Ryou, Nakiri Leonora and Nakiri Soe/ RyoAli, SoeNora

Type: Fantasy/Medieval!AU, Dragon Heart!verse, Freestyle, Established Relationship

Word Count: 2429

A/N I: Was absently doing some side character development/planning for Dragon Heart, but said side characters ran off with the plot (at least this particular branch of the Nakiri family did), so I ended up with this drabble. For this, I blame all of you spreading the RyoAli!germs around - I’m coming down with another case of OTP!withdrawal and this was probably the result...! 

A/N II: Will put up a glossary (of sorts) to explain some terms at the endnote, so for now just hang tight and enjoy! 

She woke up alone but was entirely unsurprised; her partner was an early riser and by now he knew better than to rouse her from her slumber until she was good and ready to do so on her own. Stretching out like a drowsy feline tangled amongst heavy pelts of cozy furs, she rolled over onto her belly and briefly snuggled into the faint indent on his side of the tent. His warmth was long gone, leeched away by the relentless chill of the Northern morn, but his scent still lingered and she inhaled happily, filling her lungs with sea salt brine and musky spice.

She was content to curl into the nook he had left behind, at least for a little while more, dozing, and it was another hour or so before she was roused enough to start her day, as the sun drifted higher up over the pale blue skies and the temperature started to warm…just slightly. Even though it was summer, this far North in Tootsuki, the weather was almost always freezing. Sitting up languidly, the fur covers slipped down her lush figure, revealing alabaster curves and silken skin, gooseflesh already starting to pebble from the cold, but she seemed impervious otherwise. Running her slender fingers through sleep tousled silver hair, she started to hum softly under her breath as she finally left the warmth of the furred bedding and crawled out of the tent, entirely, unabashedly, nude as she stood before the empty campground, sloe-eyed crimson surveying the breathtaking view before her.

Steep, craggy snowcapped glacier mountains stretched towards the endless crystal blue skies an impossible distance away. A few meters from where she stood, a fjord that fed into the sea snaked out before her, the calm surface pristine like a mirror’s reflection, twining sinuously through the vast and stark alpine ranges, carved into sheer bedrock stretching for hundreds of miles after millions of years of inchingly slow, geological upheaval. There was hardly any vegetation all around; nothing but the glaring white of snow and the contrasting dark greyness of rocky, jagged valleys and quietly lapping water. The harsh Northern sun bore down overhead, almost biting in its sheer intensity, but everything turned to gold where it touched.

This was home.

Beautiful but desolate. Harsh and unforgiving at times, but she would not have it any other way, just as she could not imagine living anywhere else. Her blood was tied here; she was born to this breathtakingly bleak, vast, untamed land, and here she would always return to.

It seemed like she was the only sentient being for miles and miles around, but appearances could be deceiving. She knew that she wasn’t alone; he was somewhere around too…

She wandered a few steps closer to the water’s edge, comfortably barefoot, yet her movements remained airy and graceful as a dancer. Ethereal. She was in a good mood, but then again, she had every right to be, her body loose and limber, still thrumming, glowing and well loved…

She opened her mouth, and started to sing.

Her head voice was haunting, a pristine, lingering kulning vocalized in the lost language of her people. Long, carrying notes echoed off the mountain ranges, resounding across the fjord and the valleys with lilting clarity, an impressive pitch carrying crystal clear over incredible distances. Her song was riveting, enthralling, captivating the hearts and minds of all who were within hearing range, immediately held in the adamantine grip of her lulling, enchanting voice.

She closed her eyes and sang the story of a beautiful Leanan Sidhe, with a head of fine silver hair like moonspun silk and mesmerizing eyes of blood rubies. She was the most beautiful of her kind; flawless skin of ivory, the spellbinding face of an angel’s, the willowy, graceful figure of the fae…and a divine voice that could send grown men dropping to their knees in prayer and euphoric worship.

There were none who could resist her exquisite presence – she was deeply loved by all who set eyes on her, who so much as heard her sublime songs. There were men who would kill for her, who would die gladly for her, just for the sheer privilege of hearing her sing.

But this beautiful Leanan Sidhe, even though adored and idolized by mortals – she was always sad, because for all of her endless wanderings across the realms, never once had she found that which she was fruitlessly searching for. A deep, persisting void grew in her chest day by day, a gaping emptiness that she sought in vain to fill through the enraptured, tortured souls who yearned for her but could never possess her, but their dedicated, ardent infatuations were never enough even when they surrendered their all to her. In despair and sorrow, this muse of the fae resigned herself to a miserable, wretched fate of constantly seeking…though for what…or whom…she knew not.

Perhaps this was the curse afflicted to those of her kind. Just as her beguiling presence elicited sheer madness and obsessive inspiration in the fractured minds of mortal men, so was she doomed to forever seeking for the elusive something that she would never find, that she would never be allowed to experience this feverish, frenetic euphoria and blissful anguish that she hungered for the most. 

Love.

But one day, that all changed.

One day, passing across the violent, frenetic aftermath of a bloody battlefield, the Leanan Sidhe chanced upon a dying mortal man.

He was a Prince amongst men, an honorable warrior who fought valiantly for his men and for his Kingdom. In battle, he was ferocious and heroic, and even in defeat, the loyal, steadfast song that his soul sang with such strength and courage captivated her completely.

When she laid eyes on him, everything else fell away. Nestled cold and still in her chest, something trembled and started to stir. Her alabaster complexion tinged rose. Her fathomless crimson eyes glistened with the beginnings of emotion. Her breath caught in her throat.

She had spent her long, lonely existence searching forlornly for something that she knew not a thing about, but yet, at that very instant, she comprehended immediately and with complete certainty that she had found it. This precious, precious, most exquisite thing.  

For his song resonated in such harmony with her own that it could not be mistaken for anything else.

Her eyes filled with tears. He was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, perfect in his human imperfection. He was hers.

And she could tell, from the moment their gazes met, that he had felt the inevitable pull too. She could not let him perish, now that she had finally, finally found him. So she took his life as her own instead, in the only way she knew how, in the only way she was allowed to. Tethering his soul to hers, binding them both together because that was right and that was how it should have been from the very beginning, how it should always be. Never mind that she would shorten her own immortal existence and share his human lifespan instead – for what possible existence could she have without her heart with her?

Song of my heart, you are the only song I’ll sing for the rest of my life.

And for this warrior Prince, she was his, too. Light of his life. Her beauty, her grace, her love both humbled and strengthened him. She was something that he did not entirely understand, but whose mysteries he would gladly spend the rest of his life trying to unravel. For her, he would use his shield and his sword to create a life they could share, build her a home in which to raise a family that was both his and hers. She was his muse, his motivation, his inspiration. Wife. Lover. Soulmate. Their joyous union eventually bore fruit in the form of a beautiful baby girl, a little halfling princess who was every bit as exquisite and spirited as her fae mother and brave and righteous as her royal father.

One day, this curious and fearless child princess of the North met a wild Jörmungandr dragonling…

The young woman standing right before the water’s edge allowed her pure, heady voice to trail off slowly, until the tender, dreamy, beguiling notes faded away completely, inadvertently imbuing the now utterly silent countryside with the faintest touch of the Otherworld. Smiling playfully, she reopened her eyes, a flicker of impish mischief glimmered in those unearthly captivating, ruby depths as she steadily, fearlessly met the dangerous, slit pupiled ones of the colossal serpent that she had summoned out of the deep fjord with her song.

The creature before her was amongst some of the most ferocious and savage looking species of dragons to exist. Cold, glittering red eyes, angular jaws lined with rows upon rows of razor sharp fangs each easily standing as tall as a full-grown man, and an intimidating, fearsome face plate studded with an impressive array of deadly horns and jagged spikes. Massive, impenetrable matte black scales covered the entire span of its long, coiling body, dynamically streamlined yet muscular. Sleek fins adorned its back and powerful tail. It possessed no limbs or wings, but this monolithic, aquatic dragon did not require any to swiftly, silently, glide through the icy, dark waters of its expansive territories as easily as though it was flying through air.

It reared its gargantuan head out of the water to peer at her, transparent nictitating membranes sliding back to uncover sharply intelligent reptilian eyes, arcing near enough that the icy water sluicing off the defined ridges of its armored hide threatened to soak her, but the young woman remained unafraid of this danger coming so close to her.

Because there was nothing to be afraid of.

Because, just as her father could never resist her mother’s call, so too was this particular dragon unable to resist hers.

Alice reached out and rested her hand on her mate’s massive snout.

“Ryou, I’m cold~”

His mind-voice rumbled in her head in reply, the same flat baritone as always tinged with exasperation.

…That’s ‘coz you’re naked as a jaybird right now, Princess.

She ignored his droll comment stating the obvious. It was really hard to seduce a three hundred feet long (at the moment) dragon, but she was determined to get her way all the same.

“Warm me up. Now!”

As you wish.

He obliged easily enough, snorting enough that the waters surrounding him were literally vibrating, and she pulled a face at the strong gust of warm air that nearly blew her backwards. Dragon breath. She squawked loudly and tottered a bit, stamping her feet in pique, looking less and less like the exquisitely graceful beauty that she had become, and more like the spoilt, tempestuous child brat he had known for almost all of his life.

“That’s not what I meant!!”

The faint flicker of amusement that radiated from him was almost enough to make her scowl and pout.

No time for that, Princess. Those envoys that your cousin Her Majesty sent from the capital will be here soon, and your father’s still waiting for us to report in after this patrol. Let’s go home.

She did not even blink when in a flash, that massive dragon before her shifted fluidly back into the form of a tall, well-built, dark haired man standing right before her. A very handsome in that wild, feral looking way, healthy, very fit man-god that she was trying really hard not to ogle at. Did she also mention that he was stark naked and dripping wet as well??

She managed to compose herself (and her unruly hormones) enough to give him a disdainful sniff instead, nose stuck high in the air and head turned away from him in petulant rejection.

“Noooo~ I’m not going anywhere until I feel like it, hmphh!”

He squinted slowly at her, expression still deadpan as always. She was obviously forgetting something important here.

In the past, he often indulged her tantrums because that was how it had always been done, thanks to the lenient and loving actions of her overly doting parents. Now, things were a bit different and his mark that sat on her left breast indicated as much. He stepped up to her, lowered his head and nipped at her exposed neck, fangs scraping tantalizingly against her porcelain flesh, one large, lean hand coming up to cup her bare chest, right over her thrumming heart, just in time to feel her pulse stutter at his casually possessive action.

She folded very quickly after that; just as he was unable to resist her call, so was she equally weak to his claim. He took advantage of her momentary distraction to pick her up and heft her over his shoulder; she was a tiny thing compared to himself. Without breaking stride, he strolled straight back towards their tent.

“Aah! Not fair!” She squirmed and kicked out with her bare feet, small fists thumping against the back of his shoulders in a fit of indignant temper but he had a good hold on her so she wasn’t going anywhere despite her best efforts. She also knew better than to bite him too, since he had no compulsion against biting back and they both knew who possessed the larger set of chompers between the two of them. “Ryou!! Do I look like a sack of potatoes to you?!! Let me down!”

“You can sulk on the way back, Princess. We gotta go, so let’s get dressed, saddle up, and then we’re leaving.”

She, of course, took advantage of her new position to grope his behind instead, completely shameless. Not that she could be blamed for her action. It really was a very nice behind, all toned and taut and muscular. Those buns of steel were practically inviting her touch and fondles.

He muttered long sufferingly under his breath. At least she was quiet and docile for now…

Happy again, she started to hum, and his shoulders stiffened a bit, knowing that a full-blown song was not far behind. Her fae blood might be diluted, but she was still Leanan Sidhe like her mother…and very distracting when she wanted to be. It was a good thing that he has had years of practice maintaining his pokerfaced mien, or this unruly mate of his would be gleefully running circles around him.

“Stop that.”

“What?? Whyyy?” Grope. Grope.

“You know why. If you start singing, you’re getting gagged all the way home, Princess.”

AN III: 

Kulning: A unique Scandinavian cattle herding call that’s also a song. It has a fascinating and haunting tone, often conveying a feeling of sadness, in large part because the lokks often include typical half-tones and quarter-tones (also known as "blue tones") found in the music of the region. [Example here]

Leanan Sidhe: In Celtic folklore, the leannán sí is a beautiful woman of the Aos Sí ("people of the barrows, the faery folk") who takes a human lover. The words are Gaelic and refer to a faery muse. “Leannán” means the love of my soul or spirit…my inspiration. “Sí” is the word for a faery. Lovers of the leannán sídhe are said to live brief, though highly inspired, lives. The leannán sídhe is generally depicted as a beautiful muse who offers inspiration to an artist in exchange for their love and devotion; however, this frequently results in madness for the artist, as well as premature death. 

My favorite definition of the Leanan Sidhe can be found here: Leanan Sidhe is often quoted as meaning “the fairy mistress” or the “fairy sweetheart”. She is the famous Celtic muse with such a dark and unearthly beauty that her lover is often distraught with longing and suffering in her absence. In legend, the Leanan Sidhe often takes an artist for a lover, hence the title “the fairy sweetheart”. It is said that her lover gives her the vital depth of emotion that she craves and she in turn inspires his genius. The self destructive nature of many inspired artists probably lent itself to the misconception that she is evil and dangerous. Evil is not darkness, for darkness she is, and she can also be dangerous and destructive. When her gift is honored and nurtured, she shines as a luminous light in the darkness. For those who understand her true nature, who do not idolize or fear her, she is a sliver of moonlight in the blackest night.

‘...(sic) light of his life...’: The name Leonora literally translates to ‘compassion, light.’ I also like that Leonora’s name (and appearance) ties in nicely with the Leanan Sidhe mythos that I have decided to incorporate into her character (and also Alice’s) for this drabble/AU. 

AN IV: Also, instead of ‘milady’ that Ryou is known to address Alice in canon, it’s ‘princess.’ This is because in this AU, Nakiri Soe is a Prince of the Kingdom of Tootsuki, and so Alice is Princess. 

[themclisseconnection]

THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF...

LAST SATURDAY NIGHT, WE SLEPT.....

...and had a wonderful dream. The first part of our dream was a flashback. A montage of scenes that brought us back to 2016 and early 2017. As the dream went on, we found ourselves holding tickets in our hands. Tickets that said “to one of the best nights of your life.” Tickets which serve as an entry to the happiest place on earth. We were so sure it was not in Disneyland. The dream was quite long. It started with flashbacks then carried on until we finally reached a certain place, a happy place situated at Pasig City. We all entered a beautiful place called “Glass Garden.” The dream felt real. So real.

Roller Coaster

It all started when we got an unexpected invite to ride a roller coaster. We wanted to try other rides that don't involve loops, steep slopes and rollers but we still ended up saying yes to it. In our dream, there was a princess speaking right in front of us. She was saying how thankful she was to everyone for staying with her and his prince through the ups and downs. A large screen showed us the same flashbacks we had initially seen in the first part of our dream. Something was telling us that the ride was extraordinary even if we screamed, squealed and struggled to hold on a lot of times. We suddenly heard teardrops falling. The prince and his princess were....... crying. Ahhh, happy tears.

It flinched our hearts and tears started to form in our eyes too but we knew it wasn't for the reason that we're too scared. The tears fell because our hearts were filled of happiness as if they were about to explode. The roller coaster will always have us as its favorite riders but the princess reminded us to hold on, to never give up and to stay strong. #KapitLang

3D World

Our eyes glimmered the whole night. The beautiful lights might be one of the reasons why they did but we believe they also glimmered because of a number of special moments we've witnessed. We found ourselves crying in our dream so many times. We can still remember how the princess slowly walked down the staircase facing all of us. She was wearing an elegant Red gown with a tiara on. The handsome prince also looked really manly with his Gray suit. 

Our dream was too vivid. We're so sure we also heard speeches full of love and sincerity. Her words shot our hearts and we were fragile enough to let those words shoot us. The dream brought out emotions we suddenly didn't know how to deal with. It was that very moment that tore all our walls down.

The princess said....

“To Marc Carlos, Ser, Mokya, Superman, Partner at yung nickname mo na secret lang natin. Our beginning was unexpected but it was real. Everyone knows our story but we only know what the truth is. Masaya ako dahil nakilala kita. Ang daming naging blessings na kasama ka. Ang daming naging opportunities na kasama ka. Ang daming experiences na maaalala ko habang buhay. Pero bukod pa dun masaya ako sa journey natin. Madaming challenges na patuloy na sumusubok sa ating dalawa pero kasabay nun ang mga life lessons na natutunan ko dahil sayo. Through the ups and downs magkasama tayo partner. Kapit lang! You taught me how to live a happy life. And with that, I'm thankful that I get to live this crazy beautiful life with you.

To McLisse Fanmily, thank you for being a part of our journey. Salamat sa pagiging lakas namin lalo na sa mga panahong pili kaming pinahihina ng mundo. We found strength and happiness in you the same way you found strength and happiness with us. Sa mga laging kumakapit lang at di bumibitaw. Kayo ang inspirasyon namin na mas maging matatag. Simple smiles from you could get us through whatever life throws at us. We are so blesed to have you as our family. Happy anniversary to us!”

The princess and the prince had their first royal dance. Our eyes were focused on them but their eyes were the only magnets attracting each other. It was a magical moment for the both of them. We, the mere spectators felt like we were on cloud nine. The dream was beginning to shape into a classic Disney movie. No need for words. We just smiled and realized that 'this was what we came for.'

The prince surprised everyone. In our dream, we gathered around the royal couple and listened to what he had to say. He pulled out a sheet of paper from his pocket and started reading what was written on it.

Our hearts raced with his words. Yes, including his. But the prince's heart couldn't maintain its pace and we felt the same thing. We were shaking, we were clueless of what would happen next and we were completely surprised of how he opened his heart to everyone especially to the gorgeous princess in front of him. The prince expressed his gratefulness to a lot of people but he mentioned one important thing that stopped the clock from ticking for a few minutes------

“...Isang mensahe para sa taong tinuring ko ring pamilya. Sa sandaling panahon naging nanay ko rin siya. Salamat po. Tita, ngayon po nagpapaalam ako na bigyan mo po sana ng tiwala na tumayong lalaki na mag-aalaga sa anak niyo dahil laging mabuti ang hinahangad ko para sa kanya. Hashtag Princess ko – Isang taon mula ngayon nung nakatingin ako sayo. Di ko akalain na pagkatapos ng tingin na iyon, ikaw ay magiging mahalaga saakin. Bawat blesings na dumarating at sabay nating tanggapin. Nabuo man, kung ano man meron sa atin. Ayan, nagkaroon ng kulitan, (..actually maraming kulitan yan, panay kulitan yan) kasi ayan lang nasa phone ko na di niyo pa nakikita (shows slideshow of pics) Ginawa ko 'to para sa inyo, ayan itsura ko. Nagkaroon ng saya sa kulitan at natural na kilig, kasama na rin ang mga yakap tuwing may kalungkutan. Kaya salamat. Gusto ko lang magpasalamat sayo at share ko lang sa lahat.”

“A love is not all about yourself. There's also a love from other person, who will support you, who will always take care of you, who will always be there for you when you need to. who will make you happy in different ways and I want to be that other person for you.”

“Ngayon isang taon na tayo bibigyan kita ng Pulang bulaklak at the same time Pink na rose- nung birthday ni Kisses. Puting Rose – nung nasa loob ng bahay ni Kuya at Blue rose – alam mo na.

Para sa'yo. Happy anniversary.”

How could a dream be this good? The magical moments found their reflections in our eyes. We saw, felt and heard everything as if they were real. This 3D experience was one for the books. Everything felt real. Again, we asked “How could a dream be this good?”

Fireworks

Everyone was asked to go outside. We all did but as we walked, we also started asking a lot of whats and whys. No one knew of the reason why we suddenly had to go out. The dark blanket above us called our attention as fireworks began its show. THERE WAS A FIREWORKS DISPLAY AND EVEN THE PRINCESS AND PRINCE HAD NO IDEA THAT THIS WOULD HAPPEN.

Everyone was looking up and smiling with our eyes full of hope. Even “feelings” couldn't explain themselves. Our feelings just went up there with the fireworks, freely flying, exploding and sparkling. In our dream, the fireworks made the prince and his princess flash a smile no one in this world could erase. It did the same thing to us, happiness was written all over our faces. We couldn't believe that we were with the royal couple as we watched the fireworks partying in the sky. The dream was close to a new year's welcome. We found ourselves happily welcoming a new chapter-- a new year with a lot of things to look forward to.

...........

AND THEN, WE WOKE UP.....and realized that what we thought of as a “dream” was actually REAL. 

Totoo talaga yun diba? Diba? Totoo yun bes, totoong-totoo.........TOTOO SIYA.

The prince was actually... McCoy and the princess was...Elisse.

The flashbacks were “real” and THEY. REALLY. HAPPENED. They reminded us of all the sleepless nights replaying the latest PBB episodes, trending taglines-- pushing for McLisse to continue here in the outside world, playing O Pag-ibig on repeat, dancing to “This is What You Came For”, eating burgers with “Tuloy Pa Rin” in the background and patiently waiting for their next guestings/projects. The roller coaster ride? We really got butterflies in our tummies because the ups and downs really existed. The past year introduced us to what would be the "greatest ride of our lives." The 3D world? We really witnessed how McCoy fearlessly read his personal message to all of us. The tears were real too. He cried. She cried. We all cried.

Good dreams make us want to stay in bed and dream longer, better dreams are the ones that inspire us to have a goal and best dreams are the ones that we share with the people we love which involve a plan. They're the ones that have a higher chance of ending up into something concrete. The ones that will not encourage us to sleep more but to get up early and work.

McLisse fanmily just started with “best dreams” that we had collectively dreamt of. Now, the whole fanmily is sharing it to other people through charity events and making other people dream bigger.

The Royal gathering reminded us that we should continue what we have started. It reminded us that we're stronger than what we think and that we truly found a new family through MCLISSE. The AVPs just proved to us that we're all in this together. Their story continues because everyone has always been there for them. Their family, friends, PBB housemates (lol @ MayWardCo for their fun greeting), co-actors and of course, US--- the people who are willing to fight for them at all times.

The BEST “Hindi lang” LOVETEAM award will always go to our favorite partners-- McCoy and Elisse. Nagtagpo ang mga buhay ninyo at ganun din ang mga buhay ng lahat na parte ng fanmily na 'to..

We fell in love with McLisse first but after seeing all their happy smiles and happy tears last Saturday night, we're very much sure that they've also fallen in love even more with us now. Head over heels. Diba mam? Diba ser? Forever OTP: McLisse x Fanmily. How does it feel like having an otp that reciprocates your love without any drama? Ask any McLisse fan and tears will fall first even before he/she can come up with an answer. McLisse, thank you for being so sincere and genuine to all of us. We really felt your appreciation, gratefulness and love in all of your words, in your warm hugs and in your smiles.

HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY MCLISSE FANMILY!!! Last Saturday, we just turned the venue into a happiest place on earth because of our unforgettable-ginalingan masyado-walang magmu-move-on kind of celebration. Yung dating dream lang natin, nagkatotoo na and it's because we didn't let it stay as a dream, we worked hard to make it happen! Waaaaaaaaah. No one will move on from this. *imaginary fireworks* CHEERS FAM!

We've got somewhere we belong. They've got somebody to love...This is what dreams are made of! :)

(Pics not mine. ctto :)

[redheadgleek]

@klaineandbiscuits, this relates to our conversation about Blaine being the vampire and Kurt’s irresistible neck.

[musiclovingbitch]

1, 3, 7, 14, 21

1. Talk about the first ship you ever had.

Uhh, I’m not really sure? I really loved My Little Mermaid when I was growing up, so maybe Ariel/Prince Eric?

3. What’s your current OTP?

I mean. Klaine, fearlessly and forever. But I also have other shows I watch that I don’t really blog about. Olicity for example. (That’s Oliver/Felicity from Arrow.) Also I watched a playthrough of Detroit: Become Human (that’s a video game) and I just can’t get enough of Hank/Connor.

7. How do you feel about RPF?

That’s a complicated question given our fandom’s history with it. I’m fine with it as long as it’s kept in-fandom. (I’ve actually read a few RPF fics and they were pretty good.)

14. How do you feel about will they/won’t they?

I don’t like it all that much, mostly because it’s fucking everywhere. 

I love seeing the lead up to a relationship, and I love seeing all those tension-heavy moments, and I’m not saying there shouldn’t be any hurdles in their way, but when the writers just start making up crazy coincidences where one person hears only part of the story and thinks the other person isn’t interested in them or is interested in someone else, and that happens again and again and again and everything would be solved if they just talked to each other, then no, I don’t like it.

21. Is there a ship you just don’t get, but have nothing against?

If we’re staying in Glee, I think the Blaine/Dave thing was a bit of a stretch. I just don’t think they have all that much chemistry. Like, in any of their interactions, at least in my opinion. But I suppose their relationship wasn’t all that much about chemistry, so.

[chwelseaa]

does anyone have that TV couple that you ship so hard that it’s ruined your ability to ship any other couple on TV?

[redheadgleek]

Hey guys! Reblog with your favorite Klaine/Kurt/Blaine gif – I kind of want to spread some happiness around today

[holmeswatsoned]

[nanabakery]

Fanart to reality

[abooktease]

Kurt wants Blaine back. Blaine wants Kurt back.

[emmywinnercriss]

So in case you don't follow my other blog

I think I've finally found the ring

Price: $1,037.00 - $1,149.00

[silkchiffon69]

You put your arms around me and I'm home