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soundcheckmnl · 5 years

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The country’s biggest, loudest, and most exciting all-OPM festival is BACK! RAKRAKAN FESTIVAL 2019: PEACE, LOVE, AND MUSIC!

As Rakrakan Festival makes its way back, this year we are going to have two days of peace, love, and music with back-to-back performances from 120 OPM bands and artists! And just like last year, we will be having 6 stages divided into 3 stages per day. For DAY 1, we have CENTER STAGE, MOVE STAGE, and INDIE STAGE! And for DAY 2, we have SLAM STAGE, MOSH STAGE, and PEACE STAGE! I know you’re all excited for the complete lineup so here you go!

On DAY 1, performing on the INDIE STAGE we have MILES EXPERIENCE, BETTER DAYS, BRWN, LIONS & ACROBATS, INTERTWINED, ANG BANDANG SHIRLEY, BRISOM, LOLA AMOUR, SHE'S ONLY SIXTEEN, BITA & THE BOTFLIES, OVER OCTOBER, BENNYBUNNYBAND, SANDIWA, NOT INFORMED, SLEEP ALLEY, MAY, ABSOLUTE PLAY, RED LIGHT GO, THE LATE ISABEL, and THE VOWELS, THEY ORBIT! Performing on our CENTER STAGE we have JUAN KARLOS, SPONGECOLA, HALE, GLOC 9, SHANTIDOPE, JUST HUSH, BECAUSE, STICK FIGGAS, QUEST, GEO ONG, AGSUNTA, FREESTYLE, SIDE A, BARBIE ALMALBIS, MIGZ HALECO, DOTTY CHAN, RIOT, MOJOFLY, and FERN! And on our MOVE STAGE, catch performances by MAYONNAISE, THIS BAND, MOONSTAR88, GRACENOTE, QUESO, TYPECAST, 6CYCLEMIND, IMAGO, ROUGE, KJWAN, TANYA MARKOVA, JOIN THE CLUB, WOOPIS, DRIVE ME TO JULIET, CHNDTR, MADELINE, MARYZARK, SUD, and RED HORSE MUZIKLABAN CHAMPION!

On DAY 2, performing on our MOSH STAGE are SLAPSHOCK, FRANCO, ULTRA COMBO, URBANDUB, BASTI ARTADI, COLN, CHICOSCI, WILABALIW, ROCKSTEDDY, GINILING FESTIVAL, EVEN, SAYDIE, PHILIA, VALLEY OF CHROME, FASPITCH, 123 PIKIT, REBORN, DICTA LICENSE, and RED HORSE MUZIKLABAN CHAMPION! On our SLAM STAGE, watch performances from WUDS, PHILIPPINE VIOLATORS, CATFIGHT, SUNFLOWER PROJECT, SUBCULTURE, BAD BURN, MANILA UNDER FIRE, SHOTGUN COMBO, ATTHISMO, HAPPY THREE FRIENDS, MORPHINE KINGS, MR. BONES & THE BONEYARD CIRCUS, ARCADIA, EMBERCORE, VIE, JURASSIC PARDS, SWITCH, SKYCHURCH, THE REPUBLICATS, and RUNBYNINE. And on our 6th and final stage – PEACE STAGE, catch performances by DECEMBER AVENUE, I BELONG TO THE ZOO, AUTOTELIC, MUNIMUNI, CHOCOLATE FACTORY, BROWNMAN REVIVAL, THE CHONGKEYS, BANDA NI KLEGGY, PEDICAB, HILERA, LION & THE SCOUTS, REGGAE MISTRESS, COLLIE HERB, ENGKANTO, KADANGYAN, WRITTEN BY THE STARS, SAGIP ADIK FOUNDATION, SLOWDOUGH, JEJAVIEW, and SALVATION ARMY!

And to enjoy a safe and hassle-free music festival, here are some reminders and DOs and DON’Ts for you;

REMINDERS:

· On the event day, tickets are available at SM Tickets for P530. If you buy your tickets at the venue, price is P500.

· Don’t buy tickets from unreliable sources and scalpers. Tickets will be scanned. Buy your tickets in the official ticket booth at the venue or at SM Tickets ONLY.

· There will be special entry passes for VIP holders. Check layout map at rakrakanfestival.com.

· Minors from age 13-17 years old should be accompanied by an adult. All minors will wear a special tag and will not be served beer.

· 13 years old below is not allowed to enter the event.

· Make sure to be on your best and most comfortable attire to enjoy the festival.

· Better to come early to avoid long lines! With this, you can also have more time to scout and visit the whole area including the bazaars. You may also get a chance to grab more freebies from our event partners and sponsors.

· There are limited parking spaces, so be “Rakers” and commute your way to Circuit Makati, Event Grounds.

· Refer to www.rakrakanfestival.com for band schedules and festival map so you know where to go.

· Dangerous items are not allowed such as firearms including sharp or pointed objects.

· There will be a baggage area for your belongings. Numbers will be provided to claim your items after the event.

· The organizers has the right to request for proper identification when age is in doubt.

· The organizers has the right to refuse admission if needed.

· The organizers will not be responsible for any loss of property before, during, and after the event.

· Drugs and other prohibited substances will be surrendered to the police.

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episkyy · 7 years

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pansy parkinson/fred weasley

ghost au written for @slytherdornet and @hprarepairnet‘s on the job challenge

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[read on ao3]

Pansy Parkinson was the type of girl to end her love letters in x’s and o’s.

Except her x’s were bones and her o’s were skulls and her love letters were always more like death threats taped to her lover’s locker.

She wore black lipstick and choker necklaces and was the kind of crafty, never-present student all the teachers despised, yet she managed to be top of the class ever single fucking time and it drove everyone mad.

She smelled of peppermint and looked like Persephone’s softest daydream. Her kisses were sweet and her punches were like cotton candy.

Pansy was possessive. Like the moon in the sky, desiring every eye to fall upon her precious being.

And when she wanted something, she would stop at nothing to ensure she was queen of it. All the boys were afraid of her and all the girls idolized her.

With her perfectly manicured midnight-colored nails and her ironed pleated mini skirt, she practically owned the school.

Yeah.

That is, until she works her way through an entire bag of exceptionally well-charmed licorice meant to bring tangibility back to the dead.

In her state, though—her very alive state—she transforms into a ghost.

A fucking ghost.

And of course none of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for that stupid ginger flirting with her.

Fred Weasley is loud and rowdy and entirely chalk full of bad ideas and Pansy swears to god, that boy eats more sugar than the devil.

But—

He is clever.

And she never expected him to be so rottenly sarcastic at the core. That smile—that smirk—with his perfect dimples and his perfect teeth, it makes her angry.

So when she sees Mr. Willy Wonka walking up to her during breakfast, a bag of jokes in one hand and a slice of toast occupying the other, she panics.

He sits down next to her and grins like confectioner’s sugar is falling from his lips, he truly is beautiful to look at but something is strange about him today.

He’s happier than usual, almost upbeat—amused.

She doesn’t respond when he asks her out.

She actually doesn’t hear either. He had said something about borrowing a telescope from a friend and there being a full moon tonight.

He smiles, eagerly.

All Pansy can pay attention to though, is Fred’s perfectly quiffed almost tangerine-colored hair and how soft it must be and his burgundy knit cardigan hanging loosely from his strong frame and she has a need—an enticement—to touch it and honestly—honestly—she’s a good person but he makes an idiot out of her, stuttering and blushing and working to create any excuse on earth that would prevent her from being alone with him.

How could she ever explain that she has a crush on a Gryffindor?

Nevertheless, a Weasley.

The Slytherins would mock her, everyone would lose all adoration for her, her parents would disown her . . . Hell would be unleashed and Fred, well he would probably date her and oh god oh god oh god—

She can’t decide which is worse. Wishing you could date a boy or dating a boy.

She can’t decide which is better. Loving someone or being loved back by someone.

The stress alone is doing enough damage to her pores. She can’t think about silly things like romance these days. There are more important things, her mother tells her. Eliminate all distractions, her father tells her.

And so she does.

"Do I look like a werewolf to you?" She says, turning away from the tall boy who only replies by scooting closer and eagerly leaning his elbows on the table.

"C’mon, it’ll be gorgeous," he insists. "The glittering stars, the great big moon, and it’s a perfectly warm night, I’ll even bring snacks."

She thinks to herself how much she loves it when he uses his hands to describe things. Like he’s painting a picture just for her.

There is something cruel in the idea of attraction and all of it’s winding paths in and out of her own idealism. She could feel every single type of attraction for him and yet none at all.

Because she hates Gryffindors. And she hates loud boys; hyper boys; comically cute boys. She hates sweet boys and funny boys. She hates boys.

Fred is some sort of magical spell, she thinks. Like a potion that makes you laugh and want sunshine and pretty things in the midst of a war.

And if nothing had happened just then, she might’ve actually agreed to him.

But of course the prying inquisitive bleach blonde brat-of-a-boy Draco Malfoy just had to fucking ruin everything when he slid down the bench to the Slytherin table with a plate full of hashbrowns and sausages and about a million other breakfast items.

"What’s a Weasley doing here?" he says in a peremptory voice.

"Oh my god, Draco, I don’t know. I didn’t invite him." She huffs and gives him a sharp look.

Turning toward Fred she continues, "Look, whichever twin you are, I don’t know you and I don’t want to go on a fucking date to look at the fucking stars with you. So stop stalking me."

She takes a large spoonful from her granola bowl and brushes her bangs out of her eyes, chewing and swallowing and not paying the slightest attention toward him anymore.

It seems she may have spoken a little too loudly though because a crowd of third-year girls, draco’s stupid posse and even Professor Snape has leaned in closer to the drama.

Fred nods his head, slowly—calmly—and stands.

Pansy’s face goes red and her fingers turn white where they are gripping her spoon so tightly.

He places a bag of cherry licorice next to her breakfast bowl. And brushing the hair out of her face, he softly presses his lips to her neck.

She doesn’t remember much of how it felt other than thinking that he kisses like it’s a religion. Like she’s a sanctum of worship and he wants to devour her.

It is slow.

Like honey.

And unwelcome.

But she doesn’t pull away.

Shivers race up her spine and she turns toward him, completely mute.

"I’m going to stop stalking you now, alright," he whispers and smiles.

And it’s a wickedly affectionate ear-to-ear grin. It’s an evil secret he’ll never admit to. It’s the sole reason she’ll be left awake at night wondering how he could do such a curious thing to her just by smiling.

He leaves.

And at exactly 4:18pm that afternoon she rides her bike to the astronomy tower, opens the bag of licorice he left near her breakfast that morning and takes a large bite out of the first one her hand touches.

It is exactly 4:25pm when she turns into a ghost. Or rather when she loses all physical feeling. When she looks down and can’t she her body, her ironed pleated mini-skirt, her perfectly manicured nails.

The bag of candy falls to the floor and licorice scatters across the hardwood. She screams and no one answers. She cries and no one hears. She curses until she feels numb inside.

Then she remembers. A telescope. A full moon. The astronomy tower.

If she had said yes to him; if she had accepted his offer she would be on a date with him right now.

She would not be struggling to pick up the candy off the floor (because fuck it, those were tasty and it’s not like she has anything better to do at the moment).

She wonders how he makes them. If he pays as much attention to flavor as he does to it’s charm. She wonders if he stays up at night in the kitchen making lollipops and sugar cookies and she wonders if he’s at his shop right now.

Suddenly a sickeningly vile thought rushes through her head.

And she’s surprised to discover it only takes a few seconds to get from the astronomy tower to Weasley & Weasley in a ghost’s body.

The building is tall and colorful and a little too cartoon-ish for her personal taste. The door swings open as the night’s last customers walk in, she can see George standing at the counter and greeting them with a smile.

It’s strange how similar he and his twin look but she can tell; George is softer, sweeter, more of a go-with-the-flow kind of boy. Fred is louder and curious, insulting at times and actually belongs in the circus. Hell, he could be the ring leader. She’s caught for a moment envisioning a trapeze act and how great she would look in a tight black leotard before being interrupted by a coo-coo clock above her reading 9pm.

The shop is closing.

She quickly rushes in, not being seen by anyone and heads to the back of the store. Everything smells like bubblegum, she thinks.

There are countless ceiling-high shelves loaded with taffy and yo-yo’s, hand buzzers and charms galore. Charms to stop rainstorms, charms to grow facial hair, charms to help you pass tests.

And on the third shelf, under the charms labeled with a bold red letter G there is a pile of charms for ghosts. It seems they’ve made them in almost every form of sugary candy possible. She presses her middle finger to the edge of the wooden shelf and drags it along the faint layer of dust. Nothing unsettles, of course. The white glow of her fingers are mere shadows of the physical body she used to live in.

She can hear grunting, suddenly.

Deep heaves of breath come from the far corner of the large shop.

She walks—floats—over and finds Fred lifting and stocking boxes of what looks like comic superhero themed tarot cards on the highest ledge. A sudden sense of anger surges over her and she soars past the treats and toys, blowing them all off their shelves and onto the floor.

Fred sighs and purses his lips in aggravation.

"Pansy." He begins slowly picking up the boxes again. "What brings you here."

She sucks her teeth and raises a brow. "Some nice candy you gave me early . . ."

He looks regrettably terrified, she observes.

"Okay, I admit that was immature . . ." he says, seeming overly nervous. Like he wasn’t sure what his plan was after he gave her the candy.

"Oh, please." She huffs. "Everything you do is immature. You know all my friends warned me about you. ‘Fred Weasley’s such a player, Fred Weasley’s all about fun, Fred Weasley only wants a laugh.’"

"What? Who? Who’s saying that?" He rolls his eyes and there’s that beautiful smirk again; the one that drives her mad.

"Just give me an antidote or whatever works to turn me back into a girl!"

"You’re still a girl . . ." He teases. "Just not very . . . Mortal."

"Okay, what’ll it take? Just make me human again. This isn’t a joke anymore, it’s scaring me. How do you know I can be changed back?"

"Don’t worry, princess. I’ve got the countercharm." He ponders for a moment. "But—"

"What?" She heaves, knowing it’ll cost her.

"A date."

"Excuse me?"

"You have to go on a date with me."

She hesitates. "Where?"

"Anywhere you want. I don’t really care either way."

And she allows herself to think it, just for a quarter of a small second. She looks back to the kitchen behind him currently overflowing with cake pans and baking sheets and jam jars. She presses her lips together and her heart beats like a firework show.

"There." She says it like it’s the name of a really expensive car or her favorite brand of vodka. She feels alive with the thought of it on her skin. "I want you to teach me how to make them."

There is something in the way Fred looks at her then back at the kitchen then back at her. His lips are parted and his eyes can’t seem to stay on one thing.

"There." He confirms. The images of the two of them baking up jokes and treats and laughing over his extreme lack of recipes and only being able to tell her to eyeball the sugar, just splash in the red dye, throw in as much flavoring as you think it needs sucks the oxygen out of his brain and he knows he wouldn’t be able to resist her in such a small kitchen. The thought of teaching her how to mix a prank into a lollipop alone takes all the air out of his lungs.

This was honestly two of his favorite things asking to be put together: candy and Pansy Fucking Parkison, the girl he’s been fawning over for nearly a year now.

He laughs; a nervous type of sigh, she supposes.

"What?" She insists. "You don’t think I can make candy?"

"I think you’d have an aneurism. And it’s a disgusting mess in there. I keep telling George to clean it. He just ignores me. And. It gets warm in there, not a place for company. Or really any type of food being sold. Ha. The food district doesn’t even bother coming in here. Knows we’ve got cards up our sleeves. But trust me," he trails off.

Pansy pictures him helping her tie her apron around her waist and the two of them kneading cookie dough, his hands touching hers, and god, his arm muscles. This is a stupid excuse to get him to kiss her again and she knows it.

But she wonders what kissing a candyman would be like. She dreams of dating a boy made entirely of sugar and bad ideas.

"Pshh," She flails a hand and floats closer toward him until she’s just close enough to feel the heat of his breath pass through her. "Coward," she teases.

He smirks innocently and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"If I say okay," he starts. "You have to promise not to make fun of the way I bake."

He rips open a bag of periwinkle jaw breakers, takes one out and hands it to her. She gives him a questioning look, then realizes.

"Just smell it, you can’t hold anything as a ghost so it’s not meant to be ingested."

She smiles, sweetly, something Fred thought was physically impossible for her.

"Is that a yes?" She raises an eyebrow and flicks a strand of her bangs out of her eyes inquisitorially.

"That’s a hell yes."

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alvinchan · 5 years

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Mr. Bones and The Boneyard Circus - BEDLAM

Directors: Alvin Chan & Fabo

Illustrator: Fabo

Animator: Ceoman

Editor: Alvin Chan

Tracked, mixed and mastered by Kyle Cayton

#musicvideo

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pinasfm955-blog · 5 years

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New Post has been published on Pinas FM 95.5

New Post has been published on http://www.pinasfm.com/alert-there-are-only-3-days-left-before-rakrakan-festival-2019/

Alert! There are only 3 DAYS LEFT before RAKRAKAN FESTIVAL 2019!

Have you got your tickets already? Well, you better secure ‘em well or else, there would be no Rakrakan Festival for you… and we don’t want that to happen.

As the big day is nearing, the noise goes louder than ever as RAKRAKAN FESTIVAL 2019 sets its foot fortwo amazing days of Peace, Love, and Musicon March 1 & 2, 2019 at the Circuit Makati Events Ground! 120 OPM bands and artists, 6 stages, skateboarding competitions, live art exhibitions, merch and food bazaars—need we say more?

I guess it’s time to condition our bodies for the weekend (our artists are preparing already as well!) before we go all-out smashing and moshing to the performances of each artist!

On DAY 1 we have JUAN KARLOS, UP DHARMA DOWN, MAYONNAISE, SPONGE COLA, MOONSTAR88, FERN., GEO ONG, THIS BAND, GLOC 9, GRACENOTE, HALE, QUESO, TYPECAST, MOJOFLY, BRWN, BARBIE ALMALBIS, SHANTI DOPE, 6CYCLEMIND, IMAGO,BECAUSE, MILESEXPERIENCE, MARYZARK, BETTER DAYS, LIONS & ACROBATS, INTERTWINED, ANG BANDANG SHIRLEY, ABSOLUTE PLAY, BRISOM, LOLA AMOUR, ROUGE, STICK FIGGAS, SHE’S ONLY SIXTEEN, KJWAN, QUEST, RIOT, BITA & THE BOTFLIES, TANYA MARKOVA, OVER OCTOBER, JOIN THE CLUB, CHNDTR, MAY, SUD, JUST HUSH, AGSUNTA, BENNYBUNNYBAND, SLEEP ALLEY, FREESTLYLE, SANDIWA, MADELINE, SIDE A, DRIVE ME TO JULIET, NOT INFORMED, THE LATE ISABEL, RED LIGHT GO, DOTTY’S WORLD, THE VOWELS, THEY ORBIT, WOOPIS, ISABELE DE LEON, and MIGZ HALECO!

On DAY 2 we have SLAPSHOCK, DECEMBER AVENUE, FRANCO, I BELONG TO THE ZOO, ULTRACOMBO, EVEN, CHICOSCI, COLN, SANDWICH, HILERA, AUTOTELIC, URBANDUB, MUNIMUNI, CATFIGHT, SUNFLOWER PROJECT, 123 PIKIT, BASTI ARTADI, CHOCOLATE FACTORY, SAYDIE, SUBCULTURE, BROWNMAN REVIVAL, SWITCH, WILABALIW, PHILIA, PEDICAB, BAD BURN, THE CHONGKEYS, VALLEY OF CHROME, SKYCHURCH, VIE, WUDS, WRITTEN BY THE STARS, JEJAVIEW, FASPITCH, BANDA NI KLEGGY, SHOTGUN COMBO, ATTHISMO, ROCKSTEDDY, GINILING FESTIVAL LION & THE SCOUTS, MORPHINE KINGS, REBORN, ENGKANTO, DICTA LICENSE, REGGAE MISTRESS, PHILIPPINE VIOLATORS, ARCADIA, EMBERCOER, COLLIE HERB, HAPPY 3 FRIENDS, KADANGYAN, MANILA UNDER FIRE, MR. BONES AND THE BONEYARD CIRCUS, RUNBYNINE, SALVATION ARMY, SAGIP ADIK FOUNDATION, SLOWDOUGH, JURRASIC PARDS, and THE REPUBLICATS!

Just remember to follow what’s instructed on our Do’s and Don’ts so everyone could have a fun and memorable time at the event!

Now if you still don’t have your tickets, don’t waste time no more and buy now as we are so close to being sold out! Tickets are available at all SM Tickets outlets nationwide. Prices are as follows: 1 DAY PASS:

Pre-Sale: PHP 400 Door Price: PHP 500 VIP: PHP 1500 2 DAY PASS: Pre-Sale: PHP 700 Door Price: PHP 1000 VIP: PHP 2000

Day 1 or Day 2? Ugh, decisions are time-consuming.We say go for Day 1 AND Day 2! Don’t miss it! “Rakrakan Festival 2019: Peace, Love, and Music” is presented by Rakista with Official Venue Partner, Circuit Makati. Visit www.rakrakanfestival.com for all details.

#Rakista #Rakrakan festival 2019

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