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Hi!!

Sorry if it's weird but hello :] long time no see

Que tal :D

Hi again!! :D

its been far to long since i ever opened tumblr and now i feel bad about it

(i might check this every once a week now lol)

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Jessie nervously takes up her offer and falls asleep instantly bc Delia's bed, and Delia, are very cozy

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after meticulous study I have come to a Conclusion

[Instagram /Etsy]

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Okay so apparently Akko was suppose to have a dragon familiar w h a t???? Omg I love

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me, if u even care

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Sometimes you just have to see the person you love, and then you know everything will be okay.

A veces solo tienes que ver a la persona que amas, y entonces sabes que todo estará bien.

Song: Army dreamers

Made by: Kate Bush

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Band girlies

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And now, back to the shitposts

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someones not making out of this alive...

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doodles idk

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pinagtagpo ngunit hindi tinadhana puso natin ay hindi sa isa't-isa

smol fic

Sucy didn't listen to music a lot but when she did, her playlist was admittedly pretty drab. She liked working in silence most of the time so she couldn't see much use in having a preference for music, but when she did she just let on whatever was on the radio, if there was.

Her roommate couldn't say the same. Actually, Sucy recants her statement about not having preference; she couldn't tolerate pop music for her life. Especially the ones that stayed blasting on the radio for months before being blown over by a newer, more obnoxious pop song.

Her siblings back in Cebu liked music though, enough for them to blast through their speakers and let the whole household know, not giving a shit if it bothered the other dwellers inside the house. However, as much as she claims she disliked the noise her siblings claim to be music, she couldn't help but let it trickle into her playlist. Hours upon hours of karaoke accounted for that.

So it's not weird to find some Filipino classics between the classical ones, the only other genre that Sucy could listen to while working. Some Eraserheads, UDD, Rivermaya, Itchyworms, Asin, hell, even Apo Hiking Society was in it.

Akko though, oh Sucy hates Akko's taste for music.

Robotic voices, insane fast-paced rhythms, either or also Kpop, Jpop, or just the latest Top 100 in the West. It was a mess. Much messier than whatever Sucy had back home. At least the language was familiar. This storm of a noise was not.

But Sucy sooner or later made peace with it when over time, she slowly let her walls down around Akko. Well, more like Akko had successfully knocked them down. Even after being treated like Sucy's guinea pig for her chemical experiments, she is still up and opening her arms to Sucy. A little too wide open.

One night, when Akko had come back from an afterparty that O'niell (the redhead asshat which she hung out so much) had held, she was drunk. Wasted. And accidentally puked on the foot of Sucy's desk. To be honest, she expected Akko to not come back until morning, as per usual of her shenanigans on campus.

She told Akko to clean her mess up before going to bed and went back to sleep annoyed. Akko, surprisingly, did as she was told. But had also climbed onto Sucy's side of the room. The sudden dip in Sucy's bed shook her awake.

Sucy leveled her drunk ass with a deathly stare. "What."

"What? It's cold in my bed."

"With all those stupid stuffed animals?"

"It's different," Akko sniffled. "Please? Just this once."

Sucy stared at Akko's face enough to see if this was the result of the foul gin in her breath and contemplated stuffing her in her duvet and letting her suffocate. But something must've happened at the party because Akko didn't usually look like that. Upon closer inspection, her eyes were glassy. Nose red, not from the cold, but from an obvious meltdown. After a few more seconds of staring, Sucy begrudgingly let her in.

And maybe it was the remaining alcohol in her system because then Akko turned her head and whispered, "Y'know, you're really nice."

"Shut up and go to sleep."

"No, for real. Like, thanks for putting up with my shit."

"Lotte puts up with you too."

"Yeah, love her for that. Ne," Akko suddenly turned and now they were face to face.

Too close, Sucy thinks. She hates that it's so close like this.

"Can you play some of your songs?"

"Why?"

"Dunno', just feelin like listening."

"If you're gonna start dancing on my bed, I will kick you out of this room and you're going to have to sleep in the hallway."

Akko giggles in this drunkenly stupid way and Sucy cannot believe that out of all the times Akko has laughed, this is the one that gets Sucy to think she's cute. She hopes it's dark enough that Akko doesn't notice her face turning red.

"I won't! My feet are way too tired for that," Akko shifts. "I trust you to have great taste. Just play anything. I'll like it."

"And if you don't?"

"It's you," Akko laughs. "I won't."

Somehow, Sucy lets her do this. And she opened her downloaded playlist; the only playlist on her phone, and set it down. It hummed out Orange and Lemon's Hanggang Kailan into the room, low enough to not be of an annoyance but enough for the lyrics to be heard.

Sucy blushes at the random pick of the song but doesn't move to change it. Fortunately, Akko doesn't understand Tagalog and just hums.

"Hehe, see. You have good taste."

"Shut up and go to sleep."

After that, Akko goes still and silent. Sucy can't do the same. She can sleep through Akko's snores like every other night, but when the music she typically has for the background is suddenly open like this, she suddenly becomes much more aware of the lyrics.

Umuwi ka na baby 'Di na ako sanay ng wala ka Mahirap ang mag-isa At sa gabi'y hinahanap-hanap kita

"Jesus Christ," Sucy whispers and turns so that her back is to Akko's. The bed is too small to move a lot. "This song is so corny."

She hears, feels Akko chuckling. "I like it."

The song is slow to end, and when it does, Armi Millare's voice comes out, serenading,

Ba't 'di papatulan ang pagsuyong nagkulang? Tayong umaasang hilaga't kanluran Ikaw ang hantungan, at bilang kanlungan mo Ako ang sasagip sa 'yo, whoa-oh

Again, this song is slow to close. When it does, Magnus Haven, a band Sucy isn't exactly familiar with but her sister had told her to listen, comes on. Sucy thought Akko was finally asleep before she heard her humming along to the second chorus. Sucy stills and lets her be, her eyes slowly closing, mind losing to sleep.

"... What does tadhana mean?"

"Huh?" Sucy rasps. "Destiny, or I guess, fate. Why?"

"Huh," Akko whispers the word again. "So you like those kinda songs, huh Sucy?"

Sucy blushed and was about to reprimand that Akko's taste in music wasn't better but then she heard the other girl snoring, already asleep.

Maybe it started from there, maybe earlier or later, but it was certainly a factor in how and why Sucy developed a crush like that.

Sucy wasn't as uncaring to Akko's business as she claims to be. As her roommate, she admittedly was more concerned for her than she let on. So when Sucy notices that Akko is not in the mood for experiments, or has other problems to deal with, Sucy gives her some allowance and lets her do what she thinks would calm her down. Letting her blast her music and dance her stress away, or letting her listen to Sucy's music and let her ask some dumb questions that would take her mind off what was confusing her.

Sucy is no white knight though. She won't be the one to save Akko in her every state. Sucy rationalizes her feeling of it being a result of proximity. And she won't let her heart get the best of her.

But one night, when Akko comes back to the room, Sucy notices her head is down. She is looking at something, but Sucy can't make it out.

That night, Akko asks if they could share the bed again. It's a cold night, Sucy rationalizes and lets her. Somehow, not even requested, Sucy hesitatingly places her arm across Akko's neck. Neither of them moves. Sucy waits.

"Diana asked me out today," Akko whispers. Sucy felt herself turn to stone. It's a moment before Akko says, "I don't know what she sees in a klutz like me."

everything.

Sucy holds her tongue and slowly breathes, trying to not let the night's cold make her freeze and give her an excuse to let Akko be trapped in her arms. Instead, she forces herself to sit up. Akko is facing away from her, looking at her hand.

Maybe this'll be the last time, Sucy thinks and her hand sneaks to Akko's free hand and touches it. It flinches a bit before slowly letting their fingers intertwine together. It's intimate like this. But Sucy knows this wouldn't be anything but platonic.

"Ne," Akko whispers again. "Will you play some of your songs again?"

And so Sucy does. When she sets her phone down, she slouches slightly, and unconsciously gathers a strand of Akko's hair in her free hand, playing with it absentmindedly. Akko doesn't say anything.

Sucy doesn't say she's finally made a separate playlist which consists of songs Akko said she liked.

Time goes to a crawl as Sucy's chest grows heavier. As the night goes on, as Akko's eyes shut to sleep, Juan Karlos's and Sucy's voice goes,

"Oh, 'di ba? Nakakaputang ina Tayo'y lumilipad, at ako'y iniwan mo pa 'Di ba? Ginawa mo pa akong tanga Tayo'y lumilipad, at ako'y iniwan mo, hmm"

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Under PENALTY of INSTANT DEATH do NOT make blackout poetry of my posts. It is improper behavior and makes me wanna explode. You will receive 80 concussions. Don't make me spell it out again

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phrasing of this is taking me out

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just them being silly

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2022 vs. 2023

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I didn’t know cheetahs meow I’ve always thought they roar my whole life has been a lie

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its a struggle when im chatting normally and someone that knows i speak spanish {they only know the basics} just says ''te amo'' thinking they were saying it on a normal way, but then im just staring at the screen like: i aint ready for that bro

@spanish speakers te amo feels weird to say??????

#i hate being bilingual sometimes