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sillyfudgemonkeys · 2 years

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Silly: I just can't get into P5 fanfics

Me, a P5 fanfic writer: ... I'll go home now...

(This is a joke dw, tho I am curious what keeps you from getting into P5 fics, at least generally)

Gomen anon. u_u I'm fine listening to ideas tbh!

I guess it’s dissecting what I like in fanfiction under the cut:

I'm just.....like It's a few things. The big thing is I gotta be in the mood for a fanfic. (right now, I'm not really in the mood for Persona fanfics, even of the games I do like). Sometimes it’s timing (I don’t have a lot of time to read). This is the biggest hurdle.

Then the next obstacle is......what I like, and what I like for each series I read.

I tend to like re-write what ifs. "What if this character dated this char?" or "What if the series was re-written but with this plot point." (Actually....that might be why I'm reading a lot of shojo "I got reincarnated *as the *insert char usually not the MC of* of a game/movie/book" or "I've gone back in time after I was killed and/or wronged and will avoid that fate" recently.....)

In that scenario with Persona (including just.....characterizing the silent MCs)........

P4 I think it's the one by Fortunesrevolver where Souji is NG+ post bad end, and is trying to recruit Naoto to change everyone's fate.

P3: What if Male/Female were both there? (namely The Fools' Tournament, Raison De Vivre, and I think another but the name escapes me). Be it that they are separate people (and will they kiss? O0O) or twins (they do not kiss hopefully, read more of these twin AUs during P3P's early years). There's also just "FeMC but she's kind of a dick but she doesn't voice it and the implications of that" (not really a what if but more leaning on just pure characterizing the MCs)...can't remember the name atm tho.

I've probs read a few more under that umbrella but it's been a LOOOOONNNNG while

Next would be.....sequel fix. Looooove me some sequel fix. Read a lot of them (mostly P3 or P4/ P3 and P4 crossover) back before we got Arena and then the next sequel spinoffs.

P4: "Five years Later" and "Fate or Fortune" (oh gee they are also SouNao centered fics, how did that happen? 8U)

P3 same, tbh they are usually crossover with P4. I've read A LOT of these (mostly FeMC related ones) but it's too late for me to dig these up. Uhhhh The Fool's Turmoil is one (don't read unless you read The Fools' Tournament tho).

And of course.....there's shipping. Sometimes it's fluff and not related to the above two. But it's usually related to the above two. I have to really care about a couple for that. (SouNao, MinaAi, SouHam, ShinjiHam, and MinaHam are what's drawn me tbh, MinaHam obvie shipped when they AREN’T siblings not that I’ve seen a whole lot of AU sibling ones that are shippy but it’s been like almost a decade since I last looked so I could be wrong!). Read lots. And yeah, shipping can be important. I'm 100% happy with no ships in my fanfics, but if there's a ship I DON'T like, it's a no-go. My ships or no ships. (this isn’t anything against the authors work obvie, I would like to think they’d be happy with me not....reading something that I know is not my speed).

So where does P5 fit into all of this?

Well.....I really do not care of rereading P5's plot in a "what if" scenario (tbh I'll happily just stay in my own mind for that, I play around with my own scenario's tbh). Mostly cause I'm afraid of it.....being P5...and all it's.....P5-ness......but with added stuff. The closest I can see myself reading is a "fix it" fic rewrite but.....really depends on if I’m in the mood.

I....do not care for a sequel with P5. Unless it is literally them falling from grace and getting their just deserts (and painstakingly going through how they really kinda screwed things up, crossover with past games is a plus but not required), then maybe. I'm a messy bitch who loves drama, the drama gives character development, PT become better and learn the error of their ways (and not the half assed bullshit that P5S does). But I’m not sure if people who genuinely like P5 and it’s cast would think that needs to happen.

Then there's ships......I'm.....not really THAT invested in P5 ships.....to want to read them.... I do have ones I really don't like and other's I do like and would rather prefer seeing (but it’d probs be easier to just read a no-ships involved fic).

Anyway, yeah that’s what I like. Sequels, slight AUs/what if/rewrites (within universe/working relatively within canon, Non Persona Ex: What if Luz never went to the Boiling Isles and instead Amity was trapped in the Human World? still uses canon settings and rules but it’s an interesting “what if” scenario) , bonus points if my ships are in it. I usually like to work “in-universe” to something. If I’m just reading fluff it’s usually something in universe. And I don’t really care for like.....Coffee shop/Flower Shop AU, or doctors AU, or *insert thing that is completely separate from canon/working in universe* AU. I can see the appeal but it’s usually not for me (only real, true AU I think I read was a Samurai era one of SouNao.....can you tell I loved/still love SouNao?)

I hope that ramble makes sense and answers your question. ;w;/

#silly asks #silly answers #i wrote this after you sent it but I was half awake #kinda proof read it but.......you're getting a rambly one sorry

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1apple-fox1 · 6 years

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This is a thing 1/idfk dude

posting it on fanfiction.net didnt go over well cause i got too scared and i d ont really w ant critiques i guess c ause i already really really hate the way i write and would love not to feel any shittier so uh-

this is for Monster!Minato/Makoto I have him named Makoto in this one so i can tell the two apart better- this is basically the intro i guess and uhhhh- enjoy??

also i dont have ao3 sorry if its hard to read....

"Iwatodai, Iwatodai," the not so enthusiastic voice sang on the train speakers. Makoto sighed- after what felt like forever he was here... Again. His brows knitted together into an expression of annoyance, or maybe even slight anger? Sometimes even he had problems thinking what emotion he could possibly be experiencing. But he knew, he wished he could have been anywhere but here.

After walking out into the open walk way he stopped. It was rather dead now that he was paying attention. He pulled out his phone. 11:59 PM... It was almost time for...

Just as he thought about it the time changed to 12:00 AM, only for everything to suddenly stop. The world gained a sickly green hue, and everyone around him had ceased to move, transmogrifying into coffins. Another night, another dark hour... With a solemn sigh he pushed onwards, the sights, the blood, the everything- this wasn’t new to him anymore.

There was a sort of sticky splashing noise as he stepped onto one of the many 'bloody' puddles on the streets, but he didn't really care. Looking up at the building before him, it was... smaller than he thought it would be. He thought to himself, looking over his hastily made map one last time. "This is it." He spoke aloud, almost as if trying to convince himself this was indeed the dorm he was assigned. With one last breath he pushed the door open to be met with...

A girl?

The auburn haired girl hummed as she finished signing a sheet of paper and closing the book. She looked around in her small bag, placing the pen back as she finally noticed the new guest. "Oh!" She seemed rather surprised by his sudden appearance. "Man, I didn't even hear you there, that's some major sneaking talent you got there!"

Makoto wore a dumbfounded expression before responding with a quick "Sorry I guess," shrugging the whole ordeal off, and in the process sounding as un-genuine as he could while apologizing. He eyed the place the paper was, only to see that whatever the girl has signed had disappeared now too. "Anyways I guess that means this is a unisex dorm, pretty cool huh?"

"Uh-"

"Who's there!?"

The third voice yelled, with obvious panic laced throughout her words. While the dark hour was known for being dark, Makoto always found it pretty easy to see, and by the stairs indeed there was a third figure, wearing some sort of pink uniform top. "Don't tell me, you're-!" Without even a warning the girl pulled out a gun.

"W-wait hold on a minute!" The auburn haired one spoke up, now even she was panicking. "We're students! ordinary students and-"

"Takeba wait-!"

A fourth voice now, called from the stairs. Just as she had interrupted the lights, the TV, his headphones. Everything came on again- everything was back to normal.

Meanwhile the situation’s tension lessened. The red head explained who they were.

"Oh um..." The pink clad girl almost seemed embarrassed now. "Well my name's Yukari Takeba. Sorry for uh-"

"So why do you have a gun?" The auburn hair girl interjected, Yukari seemed taken aback by the sudden comment.

"Well um, it's- sorta like a hobby of mine-"

"A hobby?" Makoto finally spoke, there was something odd about calling a gun a 'hobby' of all things.

Yukari looked like she had just been cornered by some wild animal when she heard him ask the question. "I-It's um-"

"For protection," The red head chimed in. "You can never be too careful in times like these."

He nodded. Despite his questioning before, Makoto had all but run out of caring for this situation.

"Fine, I buy it-" The auburn haired girl spoke. She wore a cheeky grin, and despite how big it was it was hard to tell what exactly she was thinking. "Well, Yukari and..." She gestured to the red head, while she finally reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh-" It took her a bit to understand why the younger girl had stopped. "Mitsuru Kirijo- a third year- And you, if I remember correctly by your file, are-"

"Hey, hey! You can't just take away my introduction like that!" The auburn hair girl interjected in a childish manor."I'm Kotone Shiomi, second year, and new to this area!"

"Oh hey, uh- me too-" Yukari spoke up, and when she did it was almost an instant match in friendship heaven. The next thing he knew the two girls were hoping to be in the same class as they both walked to- what he assumed- was their rooms.

It was just him and Mitsuru now. With a cough to draw in his attention Mitsuru started again. "And you are Makoto Yuki, correct?"

He nodded. Whether he meant to or not though his posture and lack of an audible response made him come across as rude to the senior, though she didn't dare say anything. "Come, I'll show you to your room."

Without a word he followed Mitsuru up the stairs and down the hall in silence, the tapping of shoes on the carpet was the only audible noise. But even that came to a stop as they reached the end of the hallway. "Floor one, last door on the right shall be your room." She forced a pair of keys into his hand. "While I do have extras try not to lose those keys, I wouldn't want to be seen as unreliable."

Unreliable?

Without another word Mitsuru walked back down the stairs- she must have something else to do still...

With a click and a turn of the door knob he opened his room. The first thought that came to his head was "Bland" and really that was an understatement, aside from the essentials like a bed, and a desk there was barely anything in the room. Not even his boxes filled much space. Makoto sighed, shutting the door behind him. With a quick change he hopped into bed- and tried his best to sleep.

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The clacking of the train wheels were audible over Makoto’s blaring music. He sighed trying to turn the volume up- even though he already knew he had it at max.

Yukari was talking to both him and Kotone, but of course he couldn't hear a word she was saying over his own music. Makoto saw them both looking at something through the window and without realizing, he felt his own gaze shift to the window.

A tall white building sat on the horizon, almost blinding him as the sun reflected off it. It stung his eyes, letting out a wince he couldnt help but start rubbing at his eye, like doing so would relieve the pain. Of course it didn't.

“...”

“... Hey-”

“Hey!”

Kotone practically screamed in his ear after removing his headphones. But his expression remained pretty neutral even as Kotone stared at him, wearing a pouty expression. What was a surprise to him was when the girl removed his headphones. (He could have sworn he heard a giggle come from Yukari.) “You know both of us are trying to speak with you you know? It’s not nice to ignore a girl like that!”

“I don’t really care-”

“Don’t really-! Yukari’s being nice enough to show us around and you don’t care!?” It was obvious the girl was mad with him, her pouty almost playful face had turned into a full on scowl.

“Hey Kotone- it’s fine he’s taken them off so-”

“So what? He’s still a jerk- and I just realized I don’t even know this jerks name!”

Yukari was practically clinging onto Kotone at this point. “Just drop it ok? We’re almost there anyway-” She pleaded with the headstrong girl. And indeed she was right- the train screeching to a halt, announcing their stop clearly. But Kotone still glared at the boy.

“Don’t think this is over punk-!”

And with that she ran for the exit with Yukari close behind.

He suppose he should get off as well… Makoto took his sweet time departing the train. He tried to stay away from Kotone as much as possible, not to be kind or even out of fear of being yelled at, but because he knew he had pissed her off. Staying away for now would be for the best… Probably… People were hard to read…

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The school was like a confusing maze to him, when he thought he was headed the right way to the office he’d find himself in a courtyard, he briefly wondered if maybe finding a teacher to tell them ‘hey I’m the new student’ would be too much of a hassle.

After asking around he had finally found it, sliding open the door to the faculty office he was greeted by-

Of course, of course she was here too, it was her first day too wasn’t it? She scowled at him as she left, no Yukari in sight… Huh, odd. Then again their friendship was new.

“Ah, then you must be the other transfer student-” A woman sang from the back as she looked over sheets of paper she had laid out on her clipboard. “Makoto Yuki yes?”

He nodded.

“You’re in… Class F, that’s my class- oh yes I’m miss Toriumi. I look forward to having you in my home room!” She extended her hand for a handshake. The boy took it reluctantly. She quickly went back to the notes, skimming a page or two. “You’ve sure moved around a lot, more than I expected from only a second year but-” She looked back at the notes one last time. “Let’s see… In 1999. That was- what ten years ago? Your parents-” She cut herself off with a gasp.

This always happened- no matter where he went people brought this up, and even though his face stayed rather stoic, Makoto felt an odd mix of emotions.

Sadness.

Anger.

Regret.

He felt himself straining to keep his usual composure, hearing it never got easier…

“I’m- I’m so sorry, I’ve been so busy I didn’t have time to read this before hand.”

“Can you just, take me to my homeroom now?” His straightforward answer seemed to throw his new homeroom teacher for a loop, she wore an expression of annoyance before immediately softening up.

“Of course, sorry for my earlier blunder.” She spoke and headed toward the door, Makoto following close behind.

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When he entered the classroom went silent. “Good morning class!” Toriumi called. “I have two new transfer students to introduce today-” She gestured to someone in the corner, when Kotone stepped up with a peppy step Makoto’s suspicions were confirmed. “Now go on and introduce yourselves-”

Without a second of delay Kotone blurted out a happy go lucky “Hi! My name’s Kotone Shiomi- I Like cute things and the color orange!” Every boy in the class seemed enamoured, while Makoto just sighed like he’d had enough of this already.

“Ah right, you may take a seat near… Ah! The empty desk behind Yukari there-!”

“You got it teach!” And she skipped off and took her seat, she was probably happy to be sitting beside someone she knew.

“And now it’s your turn.”

“Makoto Yuki. Nice to meet you.” That was it, that’s all he said. The ‘nice to meet you’ tacked on to avoid being yelled at by the teacher. He didn’t even wait for the employee to recommend a seat, simply sitting down on the closest one available… Which happened to be… The one beside her.

Kotone was glaring daggers, and if looks could kill he would definitely be dead by now. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, it was like some chill that ran up his spine and kept him aware. Man she really hated him didn’t she? For some reason he couldn’t bring himself to care all that much, but the thought about dealing with this every day, at the dorm and at school… Well, it gave him more motivation to at least try and fix things.

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The final school bell rung and the teacher dismissed herself and her students, Kotone looked about ready to dash out the door. If he wanted things to get better he’d have to do them now.

“Hey Ko-”

“Sup!” A tall lanky boy greeted from the side. Makoto couldn’t help but be drawn to the sports cap on his head. “So you two’re the new transfer students right? Nice to meet you! The names Junpei Iori!” He wore a friendly grin. “I transferred here while in 8th grade so, I kinda know what you two’re goin’ through… And I thought I’d help you out you know?”

“You sure you’re not just trying to hit on the new girl Iori?” Yukari chimed in before the capped teen could finish what he was saying.

“Yuka-tan!”

The two bickered and Kotone seemed to really be enjoying the energy this kid brought. Makoto though… He felt almost like he was watching from outside his own body, the talking and everything- he wasn’t used to this. Was he being overwhelmed? Or was it because of something else? He knew he couldn’t just leave, he hadn’t even apologize to her yet what was he-

“Hey you OK?” Someone asked him, it was one of the girls but he was so disoriented he couldn’t tell who.

“I…” He began, blinking a couple of times, looking at Yukari’s concerned face, and then Kotone’s. “I’m fine.”He breathed in. “I uh,” He didn’t really think apologizing in front of Iori was the best way to go about this. “I actually have something I’d like to tell Kotone-” He should have sounded more excited but he found himself speaking in that flat tone he always did. “So-”

“Ah I get ya man! You wanna make the move as quick as possible!”

“Junpei!” While the two bickered and complained Yukari still managed to drag Iori out of the room, leaving just him and Kotone.

“So- what’d you wanna say to me?” While there was still a hint of aggression in her voice, after the weird zone out he had earlier she couldn’t help but be a little concerned. She hoped Junpei was wrong and this wasn’t about to be some love confession.

“So- I noticed you’re upset with me-”

“No-! Me?? Upset?” She said sarcastically, Makoto ignored it.

“I have a problem with being… Blunt? I guess you could say?” This was hard, being honest and talking with others was way too hard. “I know I sounded like I didn’t care and that upset you. So I wanted to apologize.” He was trying his best to sound sincere- he was so used to using the same uncaring monotone voice that he knew he probably sounded like he was trying too hard. There was no reply from the girl, at least not at first- he wondered if he had made the situation worse for a second.

The more he looked the more he was confused, she looked as if she was staring at something, but there was nothing where she was staring. And a few blinks and a second later she seemed to snap out of it with a surprised “Oh-!”

“It’s OK! After a while I could tell you’re not really a people person- you prefer to be alone right?”

“Most days- yeah.”

“No problem then!” She wore a genuine smile- Makoto thought this was too easy. That’s all it took? There had to be more… Right? “I should have taken the hint when you had those headphones on I guess- But still Yukari went through all the trouble so it was kinda rude-”

Makoto shrugged, letting out a “My bad.” in response. Kotone wore the same smile,but it was obvious she was thinking of something in that head of hers.

“We should probably get goin’, I hope Yukari isn’t still waiting for us.”

Us?

Before Makoto could register anything else Kotone had grabbed his hand and started dragging him along…

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The smell of coffee filled his nose and he couldn’t help but grimace. Coffee was never a welcoming smell to him, infact he barely touched the stuff but as he looked to Kotone, who wore a smile that was some how endearing and threatening all at the same time- Makoto thought it best to stay quiet for the time being.

“So-” Kotone started, immediately causing him to tense up. “What’s up?”

“What’s…. Up?” he seemed quite confused at this point, this girl had hated his guts before, then suddenly he was being dragged to a cafe at a mall and being asked something as casual as ‘what’s up’ Like they had been friends for years… Then again…

“Well um…” she started, looking off to the side, as if looking for the right words to say. “We- got off on the wrong foot this morning- or- more like I did.” she paused to take a sip of her coffee. “To be honest when you were ignoring us I thought maybe you were just being an ass hole for no reason- but uh- whatever happened in the class room…” Kotone twirled her hair in between her fingers, focusing intently on how she was about to word her thoughts. “... Makes me think it might be something more than ‘because I’m an asshole’- and whatever that is um, well you don’t have to share but if you need support just ask me OK?”

“Ah…” This seemed odd- for someone to go from hating his guts, to buddy buddy. Something had to be up… Right?

Kotone kept on a convincing smile, but she felt the uncomfortable silence that hung in the air. Makoto took it as a sign to leave, getting up from his chair without a word, but at least waving good bye- last thing he wanted to do was get on her bad side again. Before exiting the cafe he took one more glance, she seemed to be muttering something to herself, odd- but really none of his business. He shrugged and continued on.

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#its um #its long sorry #persona 3 #persona 3 au #monster!minato #minato arisato #makoto yuki #kotone shiomi #hamuko arisato #minako arisato #yukari takeba #junpei iori #mitsuru kirijo #and others #ah hahaha im super nervous...#idk the ship name for minaham i just call it minaham #minaham #they are not related in this au i would not ship it otherwise #my post

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semperreformanda · 3 years

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isang taong mahigit hindi magkasama.

#:(#may test at quarantine naman #Pero pa tuloy siyang pinagtatabuyan ng pilipinas bilang isang turista lamang #paano mo ipaglalaban ang inyong pagiibigan #Kung ang kapwa Pilipino ay pinagtatabuyan ang minahamal mo dahil ang tingin niya rito ay Hindi pagibig kundi turismo???#haha #sorry lutang na ko :(

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jorgemarcelo · 3 years

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A série limitada Halston na Netflix

Tenho uma confissão: até ontem, quando ouvia o nome ‘Halston’, a primeira referência que surgia era: ‘estilista americano amigo de Liza Minnelli que representou o estilo dos frequentadores do Studio 54’ – o templo do glamour, luxo, drogas e sexo livre.

Porém, Roy Halston Frowick foi mais do que isto. O tempo, porém, foi ingrato com seu nome. A série limitada que estreou em 12 de maio na Netflix tem potencial para mudar este fato.

Nascido em Des Monde, Iowa, mudou-se para Indiana aos 14 anos. Estudou na School of the Art Institute of Chicago, trabalhou como vitrinista até abrir uma loja de chapéus. Em 1957, mudou-se para Nova York e foi trabalhar na loja de departamento Bergdorf Goodman. Criou o chapéu Pilbox usado por Jacqueline Kennedy na pose de seu marido John em 1961. Ganhou matéria na revista Newsweek. O sucesso foi estrondoso.

Com o desinteresse por chapéus na metade da década de 1960, começou a desenhar roupas femininas. Contando com o apoio de uma milionária texana para abrir seu ateliê.

Sua proposta era uma roupa elegante, minimalista, sofisticada e principalmente confortável. Seu primeiro sucesso foi a criação de um vestido/camisa de Ultrasuede – uma camurça que podia molhar e não estragava.

O ateliê atraiu nomes como Greta Garbo, Babe Paley, Anjelica Huston, Gene Tierney, Lauren Bacall, Margaux Hemingway, Elizabeth Taylor, Bianca Jagger e Liza Minnelli (ambas se tornaram suas amigas).

De 1968 a 1973, suas coleções arrecadaram U$ 30 milhões. Nesse último ano, vendeu seu nome para a Norton Simon, Inc por U$ 16 milhões, mas se manteve como Diretor Criativo. Em 1975, lançou uma fragrância para a Max Factor, que, dois anos depois, atingiu a marca de R$ 85 milhões em vendas.

No total, seu nome estava numa linha de roupas masculinas, lingeries, bolsas, malas, uniforme para a companhia aérea Braniff Airways.

Em 1973, o Palácio de Versalhes foi cenário para uma ‘Batalha’ com os principais nomes da moda internacional: cinco franceses, Christian Dior, Yves Saint Laurent, Hubert de Givenchy, Pierre Cardin e Emanuel Ungaro e cinco americanos, Halston, Anne Klein, Oscar de La Renta, Stephen Burrows e Bill Blass. Recém premiada com o Oscar de Melhor Atriz por ‘Cabaret’, Liza Minnelli apresentou os desfiles dos EUA.

A revista Vogue apontou Halston como o responsável por popularizar os caftans criados para Jacqueline Kennedy, o vestido de Jersey (hit das discotecas) e o poliéster no mercado americano.

Outro mérito: Halston foi um dos primeiros estilistas a colocar modelos negras no seu casting, como Pat Cleveland e Beverly Johnson.

Apesar desta extensa bagagem, no nome Halston sumiu no tempo. O nome tornou-se tão popular que perdeu status ou glamour. Hoje, a marca continua a existir, porém, sem qualquer relevância no cenário internacional.

Série Limitada

Estas e outras questões (como sua movimentada vida pessoal regada a drogas e sexo) são abordadas na série limitada de cinco capítulos ‘Halston’.

Para começo de conversa: Ewan McGregor encontrou o papel de sua vida. Simplesmente ele está perfeito no papel do estilista afetado, inseguro, arrogante, marqueteiro e emocionalmente frágil, cheio de feridas abertas e mal resolvidas, principalmente envolvendo sua infância ao lado de um pai machista e uma mãe omissa. Finalmente um trabalho no qual o nome do ator escocês será eternizado.

Vamos admitir: desde sua participação no cult dos anos 90 ‘Cova Rasa’, Ewan transitou por tantos trabalhos, em sua maioria, irregulares. Suas participações como Obi-Wan Kenobi da nova trilogia Star Wars’ não são exatamente um primor no campo de atuação... Digamos...

Enfim... A partir de ‘Halston’, ele avança muitas casas. Certamente seu nome deverá ser um dos destaques no Emmy 2021 em setembro.

Porém, os méritos da série também se estendem para a direção (Daniel Minaham), que transita com talento pelo luxo (as sequências da Batalha em Versalhes e do ballet de Martha Graham) e lixo (as cenas de pegação gay – tanto externas quanto no Studio 54 são ótimas). Destaque também para os impecáveis figurinos, direção de arte e fotografia.

Depois de tantas bombas, finalmente o nome do produtor e roteirista Ryan Murphy volta a ser referência de qualidade. É seu melhor trabalho desde as primeiras temporadas de ‘American Horror Story’ e ‘Glee’.

Ao final dos cinco surpreendentes capítulos, surge até a pergunta: ‘Puxa, mas já?’

#halston #tv #cultura #netflix #ewanmcgregor

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samapitongzabala · 4 years

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Mas Pinili Kong Masaktan

A/N: So I’ve seen people write fics written in their mother language, and I haven’t seen one in mine, so I wrote one in Tagalog! It was a challenge, haha, that's why it's so short. I had a friend help me with the grammar. I’ll maybe translate it in English, but it'll sound so cheesy! (English translation is now under the cut, hehe)

Title: Mas Pinili Kong Masaktan Kesa Madalian (I Chose to be Hurt Instead of Making it Easier For Me)

Pairing: One-sided Bakugou Katsuki/Izuku Midoriya. One-sided Todoroki Shouto/Izuku Midoriya

Summary: May umamin ng kanyang niraramdaman kay Izuku kaso hindi niya siya kayang sagutin dahil may minahamal siyang iba. (Someone confessed his feelings to Izuku, but he couldn't accept because he loves someone else.) Written in Izuku's POV

Wordcount: 800+

Warning: Incredibly cheesy. Hugot lines?

“Midoriya” ang tawag niya sa akin nung natapos na ang klase.

“Pwede mo ba akong kausapin?”

Hinablot niya ang aking braso nung ako ay paalis na kasama ng aking mga kaibigan. Napatigil ako sa kanyang ginawa at napatinging ka naman sa amin. Hindi ko maintindihan ang ipinapahiwatig ng iyong mukha—kung inis ba iyan o selos.

Umaasa ako.

“Sige,” ang sagot ko. Ang sama ko naman na sabihin sa kanya iyun habang nakatingin ako sa iyo pero hindi ko kasi maialis ang aking mga mata sa iyong tingin.

Biglang umiba ang timpla ng iyong mukha para bang ikaw ay galit.

At bakit ka naman magagalit? Ang tanong ko sa sarili ko. Ayoko na pagisipan dahil hindi ko rin mahahanap ang tamang sagot lalo’t na gulong-gulo ang isip ko kapag kasama kita.

Nagpaalam na ang aking mga kaibigan. Ang sabi nila ay mauuna na sila. Nagpaalam na rin ako sa kanila at nangakong magkita na lang bukas. Sinabay ko na rin ang pagpaalam ko sa kanila sa pagpaalam sa iyo kaso hindi mo man lang ako pinansin at ibalik ito.

Kaming dalawa nalang naiwan sa silid-aralan. Hindi ko alam ang dahilan pero kinakabahan ako. Pinagpapawisan ako ng hindi ko mawari. Hindi ko siya magawang tignan at napatingin na lang sa aking mga kamay.

Siguro naman gusto niya lang makasama sa alis namin sa Sabado? Parte na rin naman siya na barkada ko. O kaya kailangan niyang magpaturo sa leksiyon kanina sakaling may hindi siya maintindihan?

Napakatahimik ng silid-aralan. Halos ang maririnig mo lang ay ang bulong ng hangin kaya’t rinig na rinig ko ang mga salitang sunod niyang sinabi.

“Mahal kita.”

Nagulat ako at napatingin sa kanya. Hindi ko man naisip na ganun ang nararamdaman niya sa akin. Wala naman sa kanyang kilos o salita ang nagsasabi na may gusto siya sa akin. Hindi katulad ang kilos ko sa iyo kapag nakikita kita. Kaya siguro hindi ko napapansin ang iba ay dahil puro na lang ikaw ang laman ng aking isipan.

Nakatingin siya sakin, hinihintay ang sagot ko.

Napaisip ako saglit na sana siya na lang ang minahal ko. Sana para sa kanya na lang tumitibok ang puso ko dahil mas madali iyon para sakin—mas madali matutunan mahalin ang taong mahal ako kesa turuan ang taong mahal ko kung paano ako mahalin.

Kung masabi ko lang, “Ako rin. Mahal rin kita,” para hindi na ako nasasaktan sa kakahintay at sa kakaasa at sa kakamahal sa iyo.

Dahil hindi mo naman ako mahal.

Ikaw. Ang mahal ko. Ang pangarap ko at tinitibok ng aking puso. Ang lagi kong kasama nuon at hangang ngayon. Ang taong hindi ko kakayanin harapin ang aking kinabukasan ng wala. Ang aking kaibigan mula noong bata pa tayo at ngayong aking inaasa maging higit pa sa kaibigan.

Siya. Ang mahal ako. Ang aking tinulungan noon sa kanyang problema. Ang aking kaibigan. Iyun lang ang turing ko sa kanya kaya hindi ko siya matuturing higit pa sa kaibigan. Hindi ko naman kayang paasahin siya dahil hindi naman iyon ang nais ng aking puso at ayoko rin maranasan ng ibang tao ang sakit na nararamdaman ko ngayon sa iyo—ang sakit na umasa sa walang mangyayari. Kaya hindi ko siya kayang sagutin. Pinakawalan ko na lang siya.

Sana mapakawalan mo rin ako.

Pero ako mismo ang namimilit at hindi gustong mawala sa buhay mo. Ako mismo ang nagtitiis at nagtiyatiyaga para lang mapansin mo ako, para manatili kong tignan ang iyong likod, para sa balang araw makalakad ako sa tabi mo.

Kahit gaano pa kasakit, mas pipiliin pa rin kita.

Iniwan ko siya sa silid para magisip. Hindi ko siya sadyang saktan pero habang hindi pa malalim ang nadadarama niya sa akin, pinakawalan ko na siya para mas madaling gumaling ang sugat ng kanyang puso. Mas mabuting kalimutan na niya ang nararamdaman niya sakin. Bago pang maging malalim ang kanyang pagibig sa akin at masaktan lang siya lalo—katulad ng sakit na pinagdadaanan ko sayo.

Umalis ako bitbit ang aking bag at ang aking mabigat na puso.

“Deku” ang tawag mo sa akin nung nakita mo ako.

Napatibok bigla ang puso ko. Namula ang aking mukha at napakilig sa iyong boses. Gumaan bigla ang aking pakiramdam nung nakita kita, nakasandal sa padir ng pasukan ng eskwela, hinihintay ako. Siguro para akong tanga, nakatayo at nakatingin lang sayo.

Hindi mo ba nahahalata kung gaano kita kamahal?

Hindi mo ba nakikita sa kinang ng aking mga mata kapag nakikita kita at napapahanga sa iyong galing—nabubulag sa iyong liwanag? Na para bang ikaw lang ang nagbibigay silbi at buhay sa aking mundo?

Tumayo ka ng maayos at nagsimulang lumakad paalis. Nanatili akong nakatayo, tinitignan lang ang iyong likod at naiiwan katulad ng dati.

Bigla kang huminto.

“Kacchan!” ang tawag ko sayo nung napaalala na naman ako kung bakit ikaw ang pinili ng aking puso.

Lumingon ka sa akin.

Mahal na mahal kita.

ENGLISH TRANSLATION

“Midoriya” was what he called me when class ended.

“Can I talk to you?”

He grabbed my arm as I was getting ready to leave with my friends. What he did made me stop and made you look at us. I couldn’t name the expression on your face—whether it was irritation or jealousy.

I was hoping.

“Sure,” I replied. It was really mean of me to say that to him while I was busy staring at you, but I just can’t take my eyes off from your gaze.

Your face suddenly changed to something like anger.

But why would you be mad? I asked myself. I didn’t want to think about it further because it wasn’t like I’ll be able to find an answer, especially with how much of a mess my head is whenever you’re near me.

My friends said their goodbyes. They said that they’ll be going first. I bid them farewell as well and promised to see them tomorrow. As I was bidding them farewell, I said my goodbye to you at the same time, but you didn’t even bother to pay any attention to me nor did you reply back.

Just the two of us were left in the classroom. I didn’t know why, but I was feeling kinda nervous. I was sweating profusely for some reason. I couldn’t look at him, so I chose to stare down at my hands.

Maybe he just wanted to tag along with us on our outing on Saturday? He is part of our group now. Or maybe he needed me my help with the lection a while ago that he couldn’t understand?

The classroom was very quiet. The only thing I could hear was the whispering of the wind, so I heard his next few words loud and clear.

“I love you.”

The words surprised me and had me looking back at him. I didn’t realize he was feeling that way for me. There was nothing in his actions nor in his words that could say that he likes me. Unlike my behavior whenever I see you. Maybe the reason why I never notice anyone else is because you were the only thing in my mind.

He was looking at me, waiting for my answer.

It had me thinking that I’d rather be in love with him. I wished it was for him that my heart was beating for because it was easier for me—it was easier to learn to love someone who loves me than teaching the one I love how to love me.

If I could only say, “Me too. I love you too,” so that I wouldn’t be hurting by waiting and by hoping and by loving you.

Because you don’t even love me.

You. The one I love. My dream and the reason for my heart’s beating. The one I was always with before and even to this day. Without you, I cannot handle my tomorrow. You were from my childhood and the person I was now hoping I could be more than friends with.

Him. The one who loves me. The one I helped before in his problem. My friend. That was all I could see him as, so I couldn’t be more than friends with him. I couldn’t leave him hoping because that was not what my heart wanted. I don’t really want other people to feel the pain I am feeling right now with you—the pain of hoping when nothing will happen. So I couldn’t bear to answer him. I just let him go.

I hope you can let me go too.

But I was the one who was insisting and not wanting to disappear from your life. I was the one who was enduring and suffering just so I could get you to notice me, just so I could keep on looking at your back, just so I could someday walk beside you.

No matter how painful it is, I will always choose you.

I left him in the classroom to think. I didn’t mean to hurt him, but while his feelings for me weren’t so deep yet, I let him go, so it would be easier for him to recover from the would in his heart. It was better for him to forget his feelings for me before it could get any deeper and the pain would hurt a lot more—like the hurt I’m going through with you.

I left, carrying my bag and my heavy heart.

“Deku” was what you called me when you saw me.

My heart suddenly leaped. My face flushed red, and your voice left me melting. The feeling I had before quickly lightened when I saw you, leaning on the wall of the school’s entrance, waiting for me. I might have looked like a great fool, standing there and gawking at you.

Do you not realize how much I love you?

Do you not see the shine in my eyes whenever I see you and whenever I was left speechless by your sheer amazingness—blinded by your light? Just as if you were the only thing that could give reason and life in my world?

You stood up and began to walk away. I stayed standing where I was, looking at your back and being left behind like before.

Suddenly, you stopped.

“Kacchan!” was what I called you when I was reminded again why my heart chose you.

You looked back.

I love you so much.

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