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wandering-scavenger · 2 years

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Don't Lose Hope.

After watching our candidate, her team, and supporters put all their work, effort, time, money, and tears into the 2022 Elections, it feels like a dark shadow has been cast on our country again and there's nothing we can do about it.

I'm so sorry to the families who were victimized by the Marcoses. I'm so sorry to those who died trying to stop a ruthless and corrupt dictator, only for his son to wind up as President of our poor and starving country. I'm sorry to victims of the Marcos family, to those victims whose bodies were found and those whose bodies are lost in a place that their loved ones cannot find. I'm sorry to those who witnessed Martial Law and celebrated when Ferdinand Marcos was ousted, thinking their children won't have to suffer the way the Filipinos did in the 70s-80s. I'm sorry to those in lower socioeconomic status families who voted for Leni with hopes that she would be able to bring about change as our President. I'm sorry to everyone who hoped for a better future, only for evil to prevail.

Our hearts ache. Today, I watched my 81 year old grandfather sit on his own in a depressed mood because he couldn't believe that after doing his part in history by joining the EDSA revolution and voting on May 9, he was watching history repeat itself. He is too old to worry...but he worries because he cares the future of his family and country when he is gone.

But this is only the beginning. Before things will get better, they will get worse. But things can still get better. We cannot lose hope, because that's exactly what our corrupt government wants.

If you are lucky enough to be in class A and B, please do your part to help the less fortunate. We will suffer, but we will not suffer as gravely as those who live hand to mouth on a daily basis. It is easy to think that they might deserve it because they were the bulk of the voters who supported the Marcos family's return. But the truth is that their return has been carefully prepared for, for decades. Fake news, vote buying, poll manipulation, cronyism, corruption, political dynasties. The real evil lies in those with power and privilege who are educated enough to know better but choose not to do better. There is a reason why education is normally given the smallest budget, because these corrupt politicians benefit from the less fortunate's ignorance and miseducation.

The day will come when we are called to rally again and fight for our freedom. Until then, do not lose hope and do not forget to act as the miracle in other people's lives. The evilness of our government should not push us to tolerate and enable such behavior or worse, be as uncaring and without compassion as they are. Our country can be better if we continue to push ourselves to be better and demand our government to be better.

God bless you guys. To the non-Filipinos, please pray for our country or help spread the news about what is happening to us. We really need it.

#philippines #halalan 2022 #halalan2022 #letlenilead #letlenikikolead2022 #leni kiko 2022 #leni robredo #kiko pangilinan for vice president #edsa revolution #fake news #Anti Marcos #ph elections 2022 #ph elections

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obscuritaas · 10 months

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asics novalis sneak peak

#asics #asics novalis #kiko kostadinov #high fashion #fashion #runway #avantgarde-ism #menswear #anti-gorpcore #paris fashion week #tokyo #japan

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poetofthedyingstars · 2 years

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CALLING OUT THE ATTENTION OF THE FILIPINO PEOPLE OUT THERE: JOIN ANAKBAYAN MENDIOLA!

Hello, magandang araw! Ako si Sig mula Anakbayan Mendiola. Bilang kapwa mga kabataang estudyante, naniniwala kami sa mga positibong katangian natin para mag-ambag sa pagpapabuti ng kalagayan ng bansa at pagsusulong ng pambansang demokrasya. Tayo na nasa heart of Mendiola na kilalang makasaysayang lugar ng mga protesta at pagkilos, hindi tayo hiwalay sa laban at pakikibaka ng mamamayang Pilipino.

If interested ka na mas malaman ang Anakbayan, inaanyayahan kita na dumalo sa aming mass orientation sa darating na July 16, 2pm via Discord. Kung interesado ka, pwede ka magcomment o maglike sa post na ito!

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#filipino post #philippines #halalan2022 #halalanph #leni kiko 2022 #leni robredo #no to marcos #anti marcos #filo dark academia #ace 🧱

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clairehadenough · 6 months

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Now can I ask an honest question. I have asked other certain blogs but they ignore my ask.

With regards to AB I know about the cultural misappropriation IG posts and the hand signal which to me was the just the ok subject which is used everyday in sign language. I don’t know it had in recent times come to have another meaning but can someone tell me is there any evidence of the antisemitism comments/behaviour on set or did she really did get fired from Mother Mary or is it’s just all rumor? The Mother Mary firing came from a certain blog and we are just meant to believe her. Remember they also she said was blacklisted in HW but then Mother Mary happened.

Justin and KiKo tweets aside from 8 yrs ago for the moment has she actually posted anything?

Not wanting to make excuses for her I just want to know what’s the truth and what’s ‘unproven rumor’.

In my opinion Kiko’s tweets are the worst because they were in really really really bad taste. That piece of shit she likes to quote and make a joke while using his name is the biggest mass murderer of all time. Also it did not happened once. There is no excuse, she isn’t funny and it’s bad to even talk about him casually, let alone quote him and joke about him. By the way this piece of shit persecuted Jews and lot’s of other groups of people based on their religion or sexual preferences. Nothing in my opinion excuses Kiko’s behaviour and she hasn’t even apologised publicly.

Justin’s problematic tweets are idiotic and stupid. Why mention that the girl at the gym was Asian, how does it relate to the story? Funnily enough Captregina did the exact same thing this week. But of course when she doesnit it’s ok😏 The fat joke was cruel and insensitive and stupid too which was also the way to describe Justin’s personality.

As everybody knows these tweets are 11+ years old. When they were tweeted Alba was a 14 year old child. I don’t know if she knew these people back then to begin with. So the dumbest thing to say is that Alba is racist only because when she was 14, someone she probably didn’t know yet tweeted racist or body shaming tweets. Also, when you make new friends you don’t go searching their social media from 11 years ago. You know who does that? Unhinged, deranged, jealous people who don’t accept the fact that their parasocial boyfriend has a real life girlfriend so they are desperate to find dirt on them so they can break them up😂 The hand signal is a yoga gesture that is wildly known and the fact they tried to pass it for a White suprematism thing is both hilarious and scary.

Everything else is made up rumours by the delulus. My favourite is “her co star on WN said that she was openly anti-semit on set. Proofs? Which co star? Where did they say that? I asked regina about that specific subject once, asking her for proofs, she said “it’s all over the internet”😂. Sure Jan because if this was true and you had proof you wouldn’t be pinning that all over your blogs lol. There is no proof whatsoever about ANY of the claims they came up with. They act as if they know people in Hollywood lmao but they know nothing.

Like everyone has been saying from the beginning, regardless of how you like or dislike Alba, saying that old tweets belonging to someone else makes HER a racist is BS. PR blogs are seeing themselves losing their narratives so they just tell people that if they don’t agree with them, it means “they are defending a racist”! LoL. I wish they had the same energy to spend on real racism issues instead!

Unless they give you a tangible proof about whatever they’re claiming, don’t believe them.

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nct-echo · 14 hours

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NCT 2018 EMPATHY

TRACK LISTING

"Intro: Neo Got My Back " (NCT U)

"Boss " (NCT U) (sung by Taeyong, Doyoung, Jaehyun, Winwin, Jungwoo, Lucas and Mark) (Lyrics credits: Taeyong, Mark, Daeun)

"Baby Don't Stop " (NCT U) (sung by Taeyong and Ten) (Lyrics credits: Taeyong)

"Go " (NCT Dream) (Lyrics credits: Mark)

"Tragic " (NCT Echo) (Lyrics credits: Alice)

"Touch " (NCT 127)

"Yestoday " (NCT U) (sung by Taeyong, Doyoung, Munjung, Lucas and Mark) (Lyrics credits: Taeyong, Mark)

NCT Echo in Black on Black MV (Performance Ver.)

"Black on Black " (NCT 2018) (sung by Taeyong, Lucas, Boeun, Yuta, Jeno and Mark) (Lyrics credits: Taeyong, Mark, Alice)

"Timeless " (Korean: 텐데, "Would") (NCT U) (sung by Taeil, Doyoung, Haeyoung and Jaehyun)

"The 7th Sense " (Korean: 일곱 번째 감각) (NCT U) (sung by Taeyong, Mark, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Daeun, Kiko and Ten) (Lyrics credits: Taeyong, Mark, Daeun)

"Without You " (NCT U) (sung by Taeil, Doyoung and Jaehyun)

"Without You " (Chinese version) (NCT U) (sung by Kun, Linyue and Winwin)

"Dream in a Dream " (Korean: 몽중몽; Hanja: 梦中梦) (sung by Ten)

"Outro: Vision "

"Yestoday " (Extended version) (NCT U) (Bonus Track)

DISCLAIMER ; i do not support Lucas nor am i an anti but since he was part of NCT during these eras, he will be mentioned in these albums and some NCT 2018-2021 content videos that i will script.

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ace-artworks · 1 year

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Blizzard was being harassed by some anti-icejins. Kiko has an idea to hide her boyfriend.

Screen Shot version

Kiko belongs to @furipasart

This was inspired by a Yamato scene in One Piece

#dragon ball xenoverse 2 #dragonball xenoverse #Dragon ball super #Saiyan #icejin #frost demon #blizzard #Kiko #saiyaness #Saiyan oc #icejin oc #Yamato #one piece #one piece yamato #anime #my art #ace artworks

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princessofwoodsbeyond1 · 1 year

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SGE Characters as Midnights Songs

Hey! I thought this was a cool idea and it’s fun. So here’s which songs I think match each character the best, not including the 3am tracks because there just aren’t that many characters . A lot of songs match a lot of characters, these are just the ones that make the most sense to me and put some of the reasoning with each character.

Agatha: anti-hero

- all about her inner thoughts and insecurities that aren’t real

Sophie: midnight rain

- escaping her small life and putting herself first

- not being able to be with the nice guy or the prince

Tedros: you’re on your own, kid

- independent, had to do things on his own since he was young

- wanting love and trying to be perfect all the time but just ends up being alone

Hester: vigilante sh*t

- revenge, lord of anger

- loyalty to friends

Anadil: question…?

- analyzing everything, very smart and observant

Dot: bejeweled

- ignored and put down a lot but taking back her spotlight

Hort: labyrinth

- wanting love but always expecting the worst and doubting the relationship

Beatrix: lavender haze

- beauty and love, wanting to stay in a happy relationship without other judging

- ignoring what everyone else says and focusing on her own things

Rafal: mastermind

- always planning everything and manipulating those around him

Kiko: snow on the beach

- strange and not always loved but beautiful in her own way

- happy and in love

Dovey: sweet nothing

- peace and calm among the chaos and panic of the world

- kind and wants everyone to have love

Lesso: Maroon

- passionate about her cause but had a bad relationship in the past that she’s still recovering from

Aric: karma

- wants revenge and has long term plans that he’s devoted too

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sergeant-spoons · 3 months

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56. Where You Go, I'm Going/So Jump, And I'm Jumping

Leslie Sheppard

Taglist: @thoughpoppiesblow @wexhappyxfew @50svibes @tvserie-s-world @ask-you-what-sir @whovian45810 @brokennerdalert @holdingforgeneralhugs @coco-bean-1218 @itswormtrain @actualtrashpanda @wtrpxrks

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June 5th came and went in a blur. Before Leslie knew it, night had fallen. Where the lamps would usually have been lit stood dark, empty poles that more than one man had run into by not looking up from the shadows. Leslie ducked around the metal beast, knowing she'd never see it again and not sure why she cared enough to think about that. She'd be in France by morning, and it would be dismantled as soon as the airfield could shrink again post-Normandy. Strange things. A relic from old London, she suspected, nothing like the electric lamps she knew from home. These ones stood alone, entirely disconnected from one another. They had to be lit by hand individually, lighting up the night in a slow spread from the center outward. They stood alone. Like the men always said about Currahee.

We stand alone—

Together.

The sun set just after 8:30 in the evening. 20:30 in military time. Leslie's mind had kept slipping all day, falling back upon old manners she once knew. In that last fading light not ten minutes ago, Mama E had gravely informed the Mechorps that their DZ had changed. Gathered in a clump outside their commander's tent, the men and women of the company kicked at the crusty, dried mud and muttered condolences but never fears. They couldn't be afraid. Not soldiers. Leslie was afraid but not surprised to hear they'd be jumping to meet up with the 2nd Armored Infantry now. Kiko, hollow-faced and silent, seemed to have completely forgotten Mama E ever gave them that warning in the long age that had passed since yesterday. Tink was somewhere else, busying herself with packing or food or what have you. She knew someone would tell her if there was news.

"We've got news."

Once told, Tink sat quietly on her bunk, staring at the emptiness of the tent. Everything but her bunk and the support pole in the center of the tent frame had been dismantled and packed away for another regiment's use somewhere to the north. Leslie blinked for a moment, then looked out the tent flap at the beckoning stars. She took a deep breath and crossed herself, small, so maybe no one but God would see if he cared to look.

"I'm gonna go find a priest or somethin'," she said.

"I think I'll pray here," Tink replied, looking at Kiko, who hesitated. Tink beckoned her over to the bunk, and she went and sat, leaning on Tink's shoulder.

"I think I'll stay here," she told Leslie, weary in the eyes.

"Okay."

Leslie stepped over, kissed them each on the forehead, and left.

Now, walking through the night towards the last remaining sector of light in the camp, she looked out towards the lights of the Airfield and took another deep breath. She stopped to let a British platoon pass by uninterrupted and ducked into a tent with a torn side. No luck; just a mess tent that had been raided for last-minute snacks. Leslie couldn't imagine how anyone could eat before the advance. She'd barely touched her dinner.

Feeling her stomach lurch, she picked up a half of an orange and kept going.

The only man of the cloth she could locate in the darkness was Father Maloney, a chaplain who served with Easy Company. She found him by following the words of his prayers, though at first, she hadn't been able to hear what exactly he was saying. As she drew closer, she recognized some of the Latin, in the sense that she would have recognized a face from her childhood or a story she hadn't read in many years. Maloney's face, lit by candles, appeared around the bend of a brick wall, and Leslie continued forward over the mossy ground until she'd joined the makeshift congregation. They stood clumped together in the shadow of a large tent that now housed a group of British anti-aircraft gunners. Not three hours ago, American paratroopers had laid their heads in those beds for the last time.

Skip was there, fingering his rosary near the back of the group. He wrapped his arm around Leslie protectively as she came up to his side, almost as if he'd known she'd come.

"No Tink?" he whispered.

Leslie shook her head, leaning into his arm as if she needed the warmth despite the early June air.

"Said she'd rather pray with Kiko."

He nodded.

"We'll see you on the ground, then."

Leslie froze. Skip felt it and squeezed his arm around her.

"Won't we?"

"No," she sighed, her shoulders falling as her chest tightened. "No, you won't."

"What?" He stepped back and stared at her, even though Father Maloney had started up a new prayer. "Why?"

"Hey, Sheppard!"

Archie Potts didn't seem to notice he was interrupting a service. Maloney glanced at him but kept leading the prayer. Archie waved at Leslie, his watch glinting in the light from the torn-side mess tent.

"C'mon, we gotta go, we gotta go!"

"Gimme a sec!" she whisper-shouted back, then turned back to Skip, grabbing his hand to squeeze where it still hung close to her side. "We just got the news, right before I came over here."

"Shit."

"Yeah, no shit. I mean, yes, it's shit, but no shit, it's shit."

They laughed, but there wasn't much humor to be had, and after a beat of silence as Maloney's even voice filled the air, they pulled each other into a tight hug.

"Watch out for yourself out there," she told him.

"You watch out, too."

"I will. Tell Don I love 'im, yeah?"

"I can't do that," he refused, shaking his head. "That's something you've gotta tell him yourself."

"Oh, I know," she replied without thinking about it. "I didn't mean like that, not yet."

He stared at her, astonished, but then he smiled, and she knew he was trying to find the silver lining in all this.

"Not yet?"

She flushed.

"Skip—don't."

"You could go find him. Right now. You could-"

"No. Just tell him the way I always mean it, alright? Please?"

"I'll tell him," he promised, softening. "Not like that, but— I'll tell him."

She grabbed his hand and squeezed, looking him in the eye for what she prayed would not be the last time.

"Godspeed, Skippy old boy."

He squeezed back.

"See you on the other side."

Archie came over to drag her away, and Leslie went with him, muttering a quick amen so as not to offend Father Maloney with her early dismissal. Archie scolded her for making the both of them late and as Leslie went back around the brick wall bend, she lost sight of Skip in the dark.

22:00 hours. 10 p.m. Whichever time you called it, the time was ripe. Time to load up the planes.

Out of all her friends, Skip was the only one from Easy who Leslie had seen since early that morning when she and Tink snuck over to have their breakfast with him, Don, Alton More, and a few of the other Easy boys they didn't know all that well. Kiko said she wasn't hungry and stayed in bed. She was still there three hours later when they came back from the morning run, and Tink bribed her to get out of bed with a Hershey bar and a few rounds of canasta to get her mind off things. Leslie had said goodbye to Don right after that breakfast, and that was it. It felt strange to be without him, especially now since she knew they would no longer have a chance of meeting up on the ground.

She missed him already.

It didn't take long to load up the planes, but then came the waiting until everyone had boarded and checked their equipment and cleared the runways. Officially, D-Day would begin on the 6th of June. It would be past midnight by the time the Mechorps—and Easy, and all the 506th, for that matter—flew over their DZ. Leslie was starting to doze off when she felt the engines of their plane start. Not doze off into sleep—into a trance. She saw shapes in the shadows around her friends' legs and boots. They started taxiing to the runway and that was that. No turning back now. Not there ever had been before. Not for Leslie. She stuck her clammy hands into her pants pockets and found the paper wrapping of a stick of gum sticking to her left hand. She pulled it out and squinted at it, feeling the engines thrum louder and louder behind her head.

The planes lined up on the runway and waited for their signal to take off.

Leslie folded the wrapper into and out of the shape of a crane over and over again until her hands became too sweaty to get the little folds right. Thinking about all the things she could have said to Don but didn't as they were saying goodbye, she felt the crane slip through her fingers. It fell from her lap and bounced away across the unsteady floor. No one else saw or noticed, and she looked away from it, focusing on the stars outside instead.

Don fiddled with his hands and wished he'd kissed Leslie when he had the chance.

Skip wrapped his rosary beads around his finger and prayed to live to see his home, his family, his friends, and Faye again.

Penk listened to the sounds of the plane—the engine, the shifting of his comrades' boots across the floor and their bodies across the benches, the rattling of the metal frame as the wheels inched forward over the asphalt—and tried not to think about all he could lose. Life. Limb. Happiness. His friends. Kiko—if he hadn't lost her already.

He bowed his head.

Next to Leslie, Danny Huff pointed out the open door at the spotlights turning on all down the runway. The planes in front began to move, propellers pulling them forward.

Kiko tried to focus on her breathing. Now was a bad time to let her emotions get the better of her. If she had only done it sooner. Or later. Or never.

She wished it had been never.

Tink thought about her brothers back home. She thought about her cousin Janie. She held her rosary to her lips and ushered up a prayer that everyone she loved would live through the night.

Especially George, she thought, feeling guilty for the preference but unwilling to take it back.

George thought about Tink. About how long she hugged him in the shadows behind the tent after the last dinner they'd shared. About how long it took her to let go, and about the kiss she ran back to press to his cheek, her eyes shining with tears, before she left for good. Even as Liebgott started to cough and dry-heave and the other men shied away from his impending vomit, George stayed lost in his mind, sitting still and cold and afraid.

Captain Eades, Mama E, sat at the front of the pack, gripping the edge of the doorframe with her good hand. The metal felt warm against her palm from how long she'd held it there. She looked across at her mechanics—her soldiers—her boys and girls—and saw their faces, one by one. She saw the fear they tried or didn't even bother to hide. She saw the nausea and the calm. She saw the strength and the weakness. She saw Luchette reach across the aisle and grab Sheppard's hand, then again beside her to take Palekiko's. Sheppard and Palekiko leaned forward and connected the third side of the triangle, and the minds of the men looking upon them seemed to ease at the sight. Captain Mercedes Eades looked at her watch, lifting her tiny flashlight to read the surface as the plane began to gather speed.

Tick-tick-tick.

Hands met at midnight and the plane bucked into the air. Flight, flight from all things known and toward the great, black night. Flight across the Channel and on to France, to war and bloody glory.

So be it. The 506th Mechanical Corps—the first in history, the unsung heroes of 101st Airborne—would get the job done.

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kenakostarcat15 · 27 days

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hi and welcome to my blog

I'm kiko and I'm happy your here if you like the type of stuff I post give me follow? Or not you do you. But anyways let me make something clear if you are a creep, anti furry, or z00. PLEASE STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME. If you are not that you are welcome here. I'm 15 years old and I'm non binary I go by they/them so please don't call me she or he. Here is my oc Kiko

we also have Cloud and Retro

Not to mention Retro has a ship I made

Retriah(yes that is the actual name of it) now for my fandoms

Welcome home

Regretavator

Poppy playtime

KinitoPET

Bfdi(I haven't finished the series)

Etc

thanks for reading this and have a nice time on my blog y'all!

#my art #my ocs #art #artists on tumblr #my oc #hehe :3 #kawaii #blog intro #have fun

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wandering-scavenger · 2 years

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HELP THE YOUTH STAY EDUCATED ABOUT THE MARCOS DICTATORSHIP

Pre-order these books here.

With Sara Duterte as Vice President and now Secretary of Education, we must prepare for the likelihood of historical revisionism in the youth's education, which first started when corrupt Dictator Ferdinand Marcos' body was allowed to be transferred to Libingan ng Mga Bayani (Cemetary of Heroes) despite the protests of thousands of Filipinos.

"presumptive vice president Sara Duterte-Carpio on Thursday said the Philippines needs a future generation of Filipinos who will advocate for “peace and discipline” in the communities."

The daughter of a man who killed thousands of people, and paved the way for the Marcos family to be accepted by Filipinos once more. She intends to do this under the leadership of Bong Bong Marcos, who has refused to apologize for the murders, tortures, sexual abuse, and theft that his family and cronies have committed.

Before they get their claws deeper into our education system, please try to buy any one of these books for your younger relatives or future children.

We cannot allow them to change history. We cannot lose hope. We must continue to fight for our country, even if it just means staying educated.

If you are not Filipino, please pass on the news about what is happening to our country. Help the world know what is happening to us, because this could happen to you.

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twopoppies · 1 year

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🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ what happened to Brad? And Yan Yan Chan? And the Australian dancer? And EmRata? And Kiko? Do these people ever give it a rest? They’re just ridiculous. I swear, his dick would be so chafed it would fall off if he was having this much sex.

Can I just say I'm not a larrie (yet, I'm neutral and love your blog) but it's funny how to antis the thought of Harry and Louis being together is ridiculous but him dating or hooking up with every single women he sees isn't. I don't see them wondering if he's dating the men he hangs out with 🙄

Exactly. And, as we constantly point out, it’s only the conventionally attractive/white/thin people they think he’s dating. It’s all so dumb.

Glad to know my blog is still a fun place for you. ❤️

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kikoeluademel · 9 months

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Aqui vamos nós!

Bem-vindos família e amigos ao nosso blog da lua-de-mel.

Achámos que seria no mínimo justo abrir este fórum de partilhas para vos dar a conhecer as nossas aventuras das próximas 5 semanas, depois das vossas muito apreciadas contribuições e do pedido por parte de algumas pessoas (foram 2 pessoas) que retomasse o relato de viagens em modo escrita.

Hesitei, destreinada e receosa que não houvesse conteúdo humorístico suficiente para vos manter desse lado, medos esses que já se dissiparam com a consciência do quão personagem é a pessoa que tenho ao meu lado e com quem escolhi passar o resto dos meus dias/para toda a eternidade (já não me lembro ao certo do que é que andámos para lá a dizer nos votos...).

E assim começámos, com um total de 9 horas dormidas em dois dias, onde passámos deste glamour:

Para essas caras de sono que foram enfrentar um total de 14h de avião até Los Angeles.

Chegados a LA, primeiro destino Hollywood

The city where dreams come true, where stars are born, etc, etc.

Tenho a dizer-vos, e não virá com surpresa para alguns de vós (ou até para a maioria depois de me terem visto actuar no casamento) , que me sinto em casa. Sempre disse que estava destinada a Hollywood... não seria era numa perspectiva de turista mas sim de uma estrela em ascensão mas potatoe, potato.

A verdade é que aqui estamos nós e a sensação, por muito corny que pareça, de olhar à volta e ver os cenários de montanhas e palmeiras com o Hollywood sign faz sentir que tudo é possível (até o meu American Dream de um dia ser atriz de Hollywood).

Embebidos neste espírito de glamour do cinema, estrelas de televisão, celebridades seguimos até à Hollywood Boulevard para duas primeiras pit stops:

Um restaurante da icónica cadeia de hambúrgueres In-N-Out, uma celebrity favorite e aclamada por muitos por ter os melhores burgers de sempre. São, de facto, muito bons e valem o hype sim senhor. Para além da envolvência engraçada tal e qual os reality-shows das filas de Teslas e Chevrolets gigantes no drivethrough.

Uma CVS Pharmacy porque - não vão acreditar - o doente crónico esqueceu-se de trazer todos os seus comprimidos!! Já cheio de síndromes de abstinência e com os sintomas da rinite no pico, teve de lidar

com a desilusão de que um dos que toma só vai conseguir com a receita médica

com a confrontação que os anti-alérgicos que toma em Portugal não estão aprovados nos EUA, pelo que teve de arranjar substitutos

com o facto de que iria estar um mês sem tomar o seu comprimido para a queda de cabelo, facto com o qual se conformou rapidamente (para minha surpresa) alegando "já estou casado, já não preciso" 😂

Daqui seguimos rumo ao Hollywood Walk of Fame (a passadeira de estrelas), ao TLC Chinese Theatre (com as pegadas e as impressões das mãos dos famosos) e ao Dolby Theatre (onde são filmados os Óscares).

Ficou muito contente por ter o mesmo tamanho de pés que o Terminator.

Depois deste passeio sucumbimos ao jetlag, não sem antes sermos convidados a fazer um teste de personalidade grates para ver se seríamos gullible o suficiente para entrar na Cientologia -- Murica at its finest.

Voltaremos já descansados e com a promessa dum vídeo que mostra o que dizia uma review do nosso hotel "the rooms have a weird configuration". Apenas vos deixando com um teaser: nothing screams honeymoon-romance more than a bathroom door shared between the shower and the toilet and that doesn't fully close. The price you pay to be in Hollywood.

See you next time,

Os recém-casados Kiko e Lu

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