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"If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great"

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*English translation (unofficial)

Dilaw / Yellow (Maki)

Alam mo ba muntikan na sumuko ang puso ko Sa paulit-ulit na pagkakataon Na nasaktan nabigo

Did you know that my heart almost gave up From the times I repeatedly Got hurt and failed

Mukhang delikado na naman ako O, bakit ba kinikilig na naman ako? Pero ngayon ay parang kakaiba 'Pag nakatingin sa'yong mata ang mundo ay kalma

Looks like I'm in danger again Oh, why am I feeling butterflies again? But this time it seems different When I look into your eyes, the world is calm

Ngayong nand'yan ka na, 'di magmamadali Ikaw lang ang katabi Hanggang sa ang buhok ay pumuti 'Di na maghahanap ng kung anong sagot sa mga tanong Dahil ikaw ang katiyakan ko

Now that you're around, I won't rush anymore It's only you by my side Until my hair turns white Will no longer search for answers to my questions Because you are my certainty

Hinding-hindi na ako bibitaw Ngayong ikaw na ang kasayaw Kung meron mang kulay ang aking nagsisilbing tanglaw Ikaw, ikaw ay dilaw

I will never let go Now that you're dancing with me If my guiding light has a color It's you, you are yellow

'Di akalain mararamdaman ko muli Ang yakap ng panahon habang Kumakalabit ang init at sinag ng araw Sa lilim ng ulap

I didn’t think I would ever feel again The embrace of the season while Being tapped by the warmth and rays of the sun Under the clouds

Mukhang 'di naman delikado Kasi parang ngumingiti na naman ako (ngumingiti na naman ako) Kaya ngayon 'di na ko mangangamba Kahit anong sabihin nila

Looks like it’s not dangerous Because it seems I’m smiling again (I’m smiling again) So now I won't be afraid anymore No matter what they say

Ngayong nand'yan ka na, 'di magmamadali Ikaw lang ang katabi Hanggang sa ang buhok ay pumuti 'Di na maghahanap ng kung anong sagot sa mga tanong Dahil ikaw ang katiyakan ko

Now that you're around, I won't rush anymore It's only you by my side Until my hair turns white Will no longer search for answers to my questions Because you are my certainty

Hinding-hindi na ako bibitaw Ngayon ikaw na ang kasayaw Kung meron mang kulay ang aking nagsisilbing tanglaw Ikaw, ikaw ay dilaw

I will never let go Now that you're dancing with me If my guiding light has a color It's you, you are yellow

Ah ah-ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah-ah

Ngayong nand'yan ka na, 'di magmamadali Ikaw lang ang katabi Hanggang sa ang buhok ay pumuti 'Di na maghahanap ng kung anong sagot sa mga tanong Dahil ikaw ang katiyakan ko

Now that you're around, I won't rush anymore It's only you by my side Until my hair turns white Will no longer search for answers to my questions Because you are my certainty

Ngayong nand'yan ka na, 'di magmamadali Ikaw lang ang katabi Hanggang sa ang buhok ay pumuti (hanggang sa ang buhok ay pumuti) 'Di na maghahanap ng kung anong sagot sa mga tanong Dahil ikaw ang katiyakan ko (ikaw, ikaw, ikaw)

Now that you're around, I won't rush anymore It's only you by my side Until my hair turns white (until my hair turns white) Will no longer search for answers to my questions Because you are my certainty (you, you, you)

Hinding-hindi na ako bibitaw Ngayong ikaw na ang kasayaw (ngayong ikaw na ang kasayaw) Kung meron mang kulay ang aking nagsisilbing tanglaw Ikaw ikaw ay dilaw

I will never let go Now that you're dancing with me (now that you’re dancing with me) If my guiding light has a color It's you, you are yellow

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"I will make everything work out, no matter how tired I will be. Just answer me if you want me to do that or not." 💔

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// it could be amazing

Something shifted the week after William’s twentieth birthday.

...or: five times William tries to prove he can be the man Est needs (and one time Est proves he already is).

[ read on ao3 ]

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#tell me you're competitive without telling me you're competitive

THAMEPO OUR LAST BEAT FAN PARTY

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#he's just like me ✨

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Man Suang headers (1500 x 500)

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“while my world's unravelling, say you'll never change...”

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chatkhem

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hide the weakness hide the wounds my heart endures

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fire and brimstone

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In a world where the elites and rulers are descendants of ancient mages who inextricably soul-fused with their familiars back in a period of violent revolt against all forms of enchanters, Elemental Souls are at the top of the hierarchy.

These are descendants of enchanters who soul-fused with creatures born of pure magic: Dragons, Faeries, Mermaids, Unicorns, among others.

Dragon Souls are one of the most feared and respected for the strength and power they hold.

Kinn is a Dragon Soul, the most powerful of fire wielders, the first in their bloodline after many generations.

His eyes flash a fiery garnet - something that only Dragons are known to be able to do - and has the ability to control fire, air, and manipulate weak minds. They can subjugate less powerful creatures, be it pure human or mage. It is this that draws both fear and ire from other enchanters and humans alike.

There have been many attempts on Kinn’s life, but none of them is really any match for a Dragon - not even the strongest of the predators.

The only creature ever known to be capable of being on equal footing with a Dragon is a Phoenix.

Phoenixes are extremely rare and are bred from the same Elemental Soul that Dragons descend from.

Legend has it that Dragons and Phoenixes sitting on ruling thrones together were unstoppable. They brought balance and peace and the wrath of both heaven and hell upon those who acted with ill intent.

Dragons, regarding Phoenixes as threats, betrayed them all and executed them. Logically, it seems unlikely that they would be completely extinct, unless all Elemental Soul bloodlines were destroyed. It has been almost a century since the last recorded existence of a Phoenix, though, and people have just come to assume that they don’t exist anymore.

Records on the Phoenix’s powers are severely lacking. Many of them were destroyed in the past and the ones that still do exist say their eyes flash a brilliant gold. Some say they control the earth and fire, like the Dragons do, but that’s it. Nobody even really thinks about it these days. It’s like they’re a myth.

One night, Kinn finds himself in a sticky situation, running through an alley on the seedier side of town where humans and lower-class enchanters tend to gather and mingle in cheap bars and street markets. He ends up there after managing to escape a kidnapping, in a place too crowded to use his powers without massive collateral damage.

He barges into what turns out to be the dingy back alley of a bar.

At a point where he’s too tired and weak to run any further, much less use any of his abilities, he runs into a man - tall and broad-shouldered and strikingly handsome - having a smoke, seemingly without a care in the world.

“Hey,” says Kinn, doubled over and heaving. “Help me.”

There’s an audible scuffle not too far away now – loud curses, things crashing, people reacting to being shoved out of the way. The man glances in the direction of the noise – the same direction Kinn had stumbled in from – and looks at him like he’s out of his mind.

Kinn has no time for this.

He can muster enough energy for only one thing.

Kinn grabs him by the collar and flashes his eyes red, pushing his will onto the man’s mind. Kinn expected his deep, indignant frown to smoothen out; expected him to instantly turn pliant in his hands.

Instead, the man’s brows furrow deeper. He resists. Easily.

Nobody’s ever done that before.

But that’s not what has Kinn staring in utter disbelief.

The handsome stranger’s eyes are flashing a stunning gold. And he doesn’t seem to realize he’s doing it.

--- [Day 20: Alternate Universe (Fantasy | KinnPorsche)]

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smoke and mirrors

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Chatra likes taking photographs of landscapes more than anything else. Portrait shots are not his favorite but he’s good enough at it - brilliant even - that he gets a job with the biggest fashion agency in the country as a photographer.

He’s not doing this out of passion; not even for money.

He lost his sister 3 months ago when she was working as an assistant at this same company. The death was ruled a suicide but Chatra has a strong feeling that there is more to it. He thinks this place and the people she used to work with had something to do with it, or at least know something about what really happened to her.

His access to this place lasts only as long as his contract does. 6 months is not a lot of time and he’s already a month in. He has to hustle. He needs help.

That’s when a man from Chachoengsao walks into the office one day, dressed in a loose, plain white shirt, dark green cargo pants, and an old, worn pair of Converse. His hair is unstyled and falls flat over his brows.

Chatra finds out his name is Khem. He’s surprised to hear that he’s a new model the company has just recently signed.

Chatra can see the potential in his height and cheekbones. Truthfully he can see that Khem is conventionally handsome; he’s not blind. But somehow he looks quite out of place in the midst of large, framed editorial photos on the walls and stylishly dressed staff roaming the floor.

He doesn’t quite exude a lot of confidence or grace in his movements either. Chatra can’t help but wonder how he managed to get this gig at all. He’s been around fashion circles for a long time and has never seen this man before.

Khem’s first shoot is with Chatra right the next day.

Whatever qualms Chatra had about Khem being a good fit for the job all dissolve the second he walks into the studio, his hair styled up and away from his face, calling attention to his mesmerizing amber eyes, sharp cheekbones, tall nose, and plump cherry lips. The red shirt he’s wearing is unbuttoned down to his navel, exposing a toned chest and quite a nice set of abs, black trousers cinching his small waist.

Chatra fiddles with his lens, subtly watching as Khem slips into a long, beige trench coat. He stands tall in it.

He looks expensive. He looks absolutely gorgeous.

The shoot lasts a few hours with a few different looks. Khem understandably doesn’t have a lot of friends, and it seems like he’s somehow decided that he wants Chatra to be the first.

They talk a lot during breaks, Chatra lowkey assessing what to make of this newcomer. They go out for drinks after work and exchange contacts.

Nearly a whole month of this – spending so much time together on and off sets – and that’s when Khem tells him his secret.

He’s looking for records that can possibly incriminate some high-ranking officials involved in operations of an underground syndicate that the agency is also vaguely involved in. Certain circumstances have forced him to work for these officials, and they’ve given him a deadline.

He wants Chatra to help him.

Chatra quickly realizes that they might be looking for the same thing. That they might be on opposing sides in all of this. They can very well help each other out now and then betray each other in the end – more him betraying Khem than the other way around if he’s completely honest. It doesn’t make him feel good but they’re both running out of time.

Let the chips fall where they may, he thinks.

He says yes.

--- [Day 19: Alternate Universe (Modern AU | ChatKhem - Man Suang)]

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Dior Men

--- [Day 18: Clothes (MileApo)]

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first date.

--- [Day 17: Clothes (outfit swap | KinnPorsche)]

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The one where (Kinn was a very cute bbygurl and) they confess to everyone else too. 😂

--- [Day 16: Confession | KinnPorsche]

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Rumors have been going around about Chatra lately. Khem learns that only one of them is true.

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--- [Day 15: Confession | ChatKhem - ManSuang]

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So lucky to have you...

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Being born in the same country Talking in the same language We’re so lucky, It’s such a relief Nothing is for certain in this world ... We like the same colors We like the same movies, lucky It’s a love that’s meant to be ... I can call your name and I can hold your hand Is the falling sunlight only shining on me? Can I be this happy? You call my name and you lean on my shoulder Is the sky’s sunlight only shining on you? Can you be that dazzling? So lucky, my love --- [Day 14: Love languages | MileApo]