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āThe Iron Throne belongs to our sister Rhaenys.ā
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#1 ha Noisy List hi Maya (2024) ni Turtleduckie
An turaban nga hi Maya gusto mapara an iya ngaran ha Noisy List. Matutuman ba niya? O may mas maupay pa nga mahihitabo?
Chatterbox Maya wants to have her name erased in the Noisy List. Will she succeed? Or will something better happen?
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āRed is the first color of the rainbowā - Pro-LGBT propaganda poster from Filipino communists (c. 2019)
art by Emiliana Kampilan(@deadbalagtas)
This is indeed an old work of mine from 2019. I suppose I should post the entire comic soon. But thank you for the support, it really means a lot. I also donāt really sign my works because I do believe they belong to the people. But thank you so much for those who remembered me.Ā
Full komiks of "Pula ang Unang Kulay ng Bahaghari (Red is the First Color of the Rainbow)" by Emiliana Kampilan (Dead Balagtas).
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It's a fallacy to think that anything you do is done in isolation, especially when it comes to vices. You can't ever say that you're not harming anyone when you smoke, drink, or, God forbid, do drugs. When you smoke, you spew out noxious fumes that other people may inhale or even if you say that you don't smoke in crowded areas, the stench remains in your body and your clothes and anyone who comes into your proximity will be exposed to third-hand smoke. You can't even be sure if there are people who have pre-existing conditions you have exposed to danger because you smoke. Of course, the person most affected, the person you've harmed the most when you smoke is yourself. And you deserve better than that, your body deserves better than that. Smoking isn't cool or helps with the stress. It's just killing you and the people around you slowly, painfully. If you don't care about you, then at least please care about the ones around you.
Drinking is another insidious thing that's often promoted as a way to bond. More often than we realize, this morphs into a real problem, individually and socially. You don't have to be drinking every day or drinking until your black-out drunk to have a problem, to be an alcoholic. Just the very fact that you drink even when you know it's bad for you is enough. Drinking has been the cause of many brutal things to happen to people. And when we drink, when we normalize drinking, we contribute to this social problem. Young people who look at you would think oh it's all right to drink. What's the harm, everybody's doing it. And before you know it, you have unwittingly encouraged other people, younger people, to turn to drinking. First socially, then as a way to cope with problems.
What's even worse are sororities who make it a point during induction to force young women to drink even when they don't want to. Women in our society are prone to getting harassed and assaulted when they are intoxicated and by promoting this culture of drinking, these sororities essentially put the young women they invite and induct in danger. It's even more insidious because it's women who normalize and encourage this problematic behavior on other women. To really, truly care about women is to not expose them, much less encourage, being intoxicated. This is a dangerous thing not only because of the dangerous situations that they may find themselves in, but alcohol, like any other substances, do affect our brains and do damage our health in the long run.
I would just like to add that alcohol encourages risky behavior and this is especially dangerous for women, particularly queer women. Yes, rape is the squarely the fault of the rapists, but let's not heighten the risks with alcohol.
It should be a given actually that doing drugs is definitely, definitely not okay. But then media and some people still make it seem that it's all right, if you just do it one or twice, if it's just weed, it's all right. No. It's not all right. Trying drugs even just once, even if it's "just" weed is not all right, especially, especially not for young There is no "safe" number or "safe" drug. It's an addictive substance, people's lives have been destroyed by it. Not to mention the whole bloody trade where people are killed and women are raped. There is no innocuous behavior that doesn't have far-reaching ramifications, individually and socially.
If you're thinking of entering the new year by cutting off these vices, take this as an encouraging sign that you're on the right path. And if you're going through something and you had thought that smoking, drinking, or doing drugs is going to help numb the pain, please, please stop. These are not helping. They're making things worse. Try to cope healthily, please try to take care of your body. And if you know someone who's been smoking, drinking, or doing drugs to cope with pain, please try to intervene. Thinking it's not your problem doesn't absolve you of the responsibility. Because ultimately, we are responsible for each other. There is no action done in isolation: it affects you and the people around you, and ripples on after the fact.
The good news is that it's never too late to try to do better. And by quitting, being sober, these things also have a ripple effect. Be good to yourselves. Let's welcome the new year by being kinder to ourselves because when we are kind to ourselves, we are kind to the people around us, to the people we love. A blessed New Year to everyone.
Nung nasa Iligan kami, tinuruan kami ni Ate Rosa ng lokal na bersyon ng Pearly Shells. ššµ
Farewell
At a certain point I lost track of you. They make a desolation and call it peace. when you left even the stones were buried: the defenceless would have no weapons.
When the ibex rubs itself against the rocks, who collects its fallen fleece from the slopes? O Weaver whose seams perfectly vanished, who weighs the hairs on the jewellerās balance? They make a desolation and call it peace. Who is the guardian tonight of the Gates of Paradise?
My memory is again in the way of your history. Army convoys all night like desert caravans: In the smoking oil of dimmed headlights, time dissolved- all winter- its crushed fennel. We canāt ask them: Are you done with the world?
In the lake the arms of temples and mosques are locked in each otherās reflections.
Have you soaked saffron to pour on them when they are found like this centuries later in this country I have stitched to your shadow?
In this country we step out with doors in our arms Children run out with windows in their arms. You drag it behind you in lit corridors. if the switch is pulled you will be torn from everything.
At a certain point I lost track of you. You needed me. You needed to perfect me. In your absence you polished me into the Enemy. Your history gets in the way of my memory. I am everything you lost. You canāt forgive me. I am everything you lost. Your perfect Enemy. Your memory gets in the way of my memory:
I am being rowed through Paradise in a river of Hell: Exquisite ghost, it is night.
The paddle is a heart; it breaks the porcelain waves. It is still night. The paddle is a lotus. I am rowed- as it withers-toward the breeze which is soft as if it had pity on me.
If only somehow you could have been mine, what wouldnāt have happened in the world?
Iām everything you lost. You wonāt forgive me. My memory keeps getting in the way of your history. There is nothing to forgive.You canāt forgive me. I hid my pain even from myself; I revealed my pain only to myself.
There is everything to forgive. You canāt forgive me.
If only somehow you could have been mine, what would not have been possible in the world?
-Agha Shahid Ali
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Run away with me⦠and weāll build our own forever and never dance alone
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The Seasons of My Love
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āEvery boy ought to have a sister.ā [x]
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It was a rare day in Winterfell when both Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn were called away on business and the children were left to their own devices.
Sansa was able to convince Robbāwho always found it difficult to refuse his sweet sisterāto play along as the brave gallant knight to her queen. He carried her on his back as she went around the castle grounds to visit her loyal subjects. Catching sight of Arya watching her older siblings, Jon Snow asked if she would like to ride around on his back as well. Arya scowled and declared that she will race them and outpace them both. She then went and grabbed their baby brother Rickon to be her precious cargo and proceeded to run around with her wooden sword as if charging off to war. Bran, who was attracted by the commotion, asked Jon what was happening. When Jon explained the situation and asked if Bran would like a ride, the little boy happily agreed and he soared around Winterfell on Jonās shoulders.
It was a glorious, happy day, all six of them racing along the grounds of Winterfell, whooping and laughing.
The tongue-lashing they all receivedāsave for Rickonāfrom Lady Catelyn later on was well worth it.
(Partly inspired by this soul-crushing piece by @starpatches šŗ.)
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The Song of the Winter Roses Blooming Under the Red Sun ā
(Or how the Knight of the Laughing Tree and the Princess of Dorne found love and happinessāas told by their children.)
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āAnd history books forgot about usā¦ā
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