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Happy pride month, all of you beautiful humans 🏳️‍🌈

mga bakla, mga bading-

(p.s i don’t know hikaru’s tumblr😭)

Bakla Sa Starbucks

Devil Butler x Reader Modern AU (Crack)

Horishet I can't stop laughing.

Neways, this is written in Tagalog (Filipino). I'm high when I wrote this. My writing in Tagalog sucks even though this isn't my main language. I was born with a native tongue which is other than Tagalog lmao.

Neways, have fun reading my fellow pipinos (lol)

Tagging: @kazune-nene, @l1qiaruru, @imnotmarianne

p.s. can someone tag hikaru?

"Ui Flure," tinawag mo yung kasama mong nakatulala at tumingin sa kung saan-saan sa kapehan. "Ano tinitingin tingin mo diyan? Mawalan na ng init yung kape mo mamaya kakatulala mo diyan."

"Ay nakalimutan ko--" Inihipan ni Flure yung kape niya at unti-unting niyang ininom yung di-masyadong mainit na kape. "Oo pala, ba't mo 'ko tinawag sa Starbucks? Kanina ko pang hinihintay yung dahilan mo."

"Ah oo pala," sabi mo. "May nakita akong matangkad na bakla last week."

"Matangkad na bakla...?" Tanong niya. "Oo!"

"Matangkad siya, may pula o pink na color sa buhok niya, tapos may black sa kabila ata-- mahaba yun eh. Pogi niyang tignan tapos laging nakangiti," sabi mo tumango lang si Flure.

"May kasama din siyang tanda na parang mid 30's tignan. Ewan ko kung tanda ba talaga yun o hindi. Basta! Mukha lang bakla yung isang yon," sabi mo habang ininom mo ang kape mo. "Ack- sakit sa ulo. Ang lamig."

"Magdahan dahan ka naman kasi," sabi niya at tumingin sa paligid.

Habang nag-uusap yung dalawa, may dalawang lalaki na umupo sa mesa malapit sa kanila. Pangiti-ngiti yung isa tapos seryoso yung kasama ng lalaking ngumiti. Habang iniisip ng lalaking puting buhok, nagsalita ang kasama niya.

"Miyaji, pumili ka na ba?" Tanong ng kasama ni Miyaji. "Maghintay ka nman diyan Lucas. Ingay mo." Sabi niya at pumili na siya para pumunta sa linya si Lucas.

Habang hinihintay ni Miyaji si Lucas, narinig niya ang pinag-usapan niyo dalawa ni Flure at mukhang interesado si Miyaji.

"Teka, parang siya yung bakla na tinutukoy mo." Sabi ni Flure at tinignan mo kung saan. "Hoi tanga nasa linya siya." Tinignan mo yung linya at nahulog yung bunganga mo. Mabilis mong ininom yung kape mo at iniwas mong tumingin sa taong tinawag mong bakla.

'Shet! Parang kilala ko yan ah!' Namutla ka sa nerbyos at nakita yan ni Flure. "Oi bat parang nakakita ka ng multo. Kilala mo yan? May ginawa ka bang masama sa kanya?"

"Tumahimik! Biology teacher ko yan!" Tahimik mong sumigaw kay Flure. "Di ko alam yung substitute teacher ko sa Biology yan! Tinawag ko pa yang bakla-- ay nakakahiya!"

Pinilit na di tumawa si Flure. Alam mo na nakakatawa pa rin yan sa kanya kasi lagi niyang tinakpan yung bibig niya kapag gusto niyang tumawa pero nasa pampublikong lugar kayo. "Mukha bang bakla yan sa'yo? Parang lalake yun eh hehehe..."

"Oi 'wag. Tumahimik ka Flure. Lagot ka sa akin." Tinakpan mo yung mukha mo sa hiya. Pulang-pula ka na parang kamatis sa grocery store.

"Di ko alam na tinawag niyong bakla yung prof mo, Garcia."

Tumigil sa pagtawa si Flure na tinignan niya kung sino tumawag sa kanya. Biglang namumutla si Flure sa nakikita niya. "P-prof Tanda! Di kitang na-nakitang pumasok dito!"

"Sinabi ko sayo na 'wag mo akong tawagin "Prof Tanda"," Sabi niya."Mukha ba akong matanda sayo?"

'Shet... Ang pogi...'

"Sa buhok mo palang, oo." Biglang na-flick ni Miyaji yung noo ni Flure. "Aray naman..."

"Sa sagot ng tanong ng kaibigan mo, oo. Bakla talaga siya." Pangiti-ngiti niyang sinabi ang sagot niya. Tapos ikaw naman, parang may nakita kang bulaklak sa palibot niya. "Weh? Seryoso?" Tanong ni Flure at tumango lang si Miyaji. Tumingin si Flure sa'yo at ngumiti parang pusa, "'Yan na ang sagot sa tanong mo."

'Shet. Ang pogi.'

"Heh mukha lang pogi sa labas pero bakla lang talaga yan." Ngumiti pa rin si Miyaji tapos nasilawan ka sa ngiti niya. "F-Flure, nakakasilaw yung ngiti niya."

'Shet. Ang pogi!'

"Minsan lang yan ngumiti si prof Miyaji. Magtiis ka. Parang araw siya pag ngumiti," sabi ni Flure habang sumuot ng sunglasses. "Pati ikaw nasilawan din," sabi mo at kinuha mo yung salamin sa kanya.

'Shet! Ang pogi niya!'

Habang nag-uusap kayong tatlo, bumalik si Lucas sa mesang kung saan nandun si Miyaji. Pangiti-ngiti lang si Miyaji na parang gusto ni Lucas na di magsalita sa kanya. Pero sa huli, ginawa din niyang magsalita at tinanong si Miyaji kung bakit ngumiti ang kasama niyang laging nakasimangot kapag kasama siya.

"Lucas, bakla ka ba?" Napa-choke nalang si Lucas sa tanong ni Miyaji. Lumaki yung ngiti niya at napatawa nalang sa reaksyon ni Lucas.

"Sinong nagsabi na bakla ako?" Tanong niya habang pinapahid niya yung bibig niya gamit ng tissue. "Wala lang. May narinig akong nag-uusap tungkol sa'yo na bakla ka daw."

"Di ako bakla. Aba--"

The way Anthony Ramos’s John Lauren’s looks at Lin Manuel-Miranda’s Alexander Hamilton is in my top 5 gayest shit I’ve ever seen list

I sometimes can’t stand being around my father. The radio rn is talking about how people should handle their kids being around and seeing same sex relationships. And he’s gonna look at me and say and I quote “That gay shit ain’t good”. I just nodded cuz I’m not tryna get kicked out the car and left in Queens. But I do not agree with him.

He needs to grow the fuck up. Other people’s preferences is none of his or anyone else’s business for that matter. Being homophobic is so 1100s and it’s honestly just retarded. Anyone should be allowed to love who they love, be who they are and enjoy their lives how they want to.

I sometimes can’t stand being around my father. The radio rn is talking about how people should handle their kids being around and seeing same sex relationships. And he’s gonna look at me and say and I quote “That gay shit ain’t good”. I just nodded cuz I’m not tryna get kicked out the car and left in Queens. But I do not agree with him.

He needs to grow the fuck up. Other people’s preferences is none of his or anyone else’s business for that matter. Being homophobic is so 1100s and it’s honestly just retarded. Anyone should be allowed to love who they love, be who they are and enjoy their lives how they want to.

I am sad

Something feels

Missing...

How do I figure out what?

A lost dream?

A confused fantasy?

I want something more

But I can't define it.

This is the story of my life

The lost child

Aiming to take on God.

No promise of death or life

But the need to question remains the same.

I have never been able to place myself,

And now it has only gotten harder.

I find I am unable to admit

Even to me

What it is that I want.

I have seen everything

Every image of myself

Above and below.

God and the sinner

The devil and the savior.

I have found that righteousness is a point of view

And because of this

Nothing is ever pure.

I broke the law

Spat in its face

Even though

I formed its soul.

These words are nonsensical

I've written long enough to see my own joke.

Still

I can't stop.

Some part of me continues to believe.

I want to be truthful.

I want to stand before myself and not flinch.

My nature has been to run

And this fills me with such guilt.

I once held such lofty ambitions for my soul

But what are these dreams

Given my wickedness?

Pride

Ego

I have worshiped myself

Failing to question my worth.

God is guilty

And I am god.

How far I have come

Since I sat on the Mount.

Writing long poems

Only for myself.

Not oblivious

To my own condescension.

Rambling because I can never tell when to quit.

I live in self hatred;

Dealing

In self doubt.

I wanted all the world to be free

But then aimed for them to be slaves to me.

How do you overcome your own soul?

Your own nature and sprees?

I can't understand it.

I can't even give it a name.

Yet I keep on writing

Crying

As I avoid my own glare.

I hate who I am

Only because it exists in a world with others.

When alone I love myself

Until my own selfishness dawns on me.

I am not all knowing.

I am not perfect.

I am still God

But what does that even mean?

Wrong from the start.

Wicked from my beginning.

A foolish arrogant idiot

Who believes only they know the truth.

All the while evil reigns

Using the same laws

I laid down.

Everything goes up in flames

And I descend through my own guilt.

An unworthty savior

Battling through their own humanity.

Understanding

That people are more worthy of themselves

Than I could ever be.

Figuring out how to exist

After my own decent

I fumble through it all

Stumbling over my own identity.

One day I think I will live,

And it will be after I've laid down my arms.

My own arrogance

My own profered up ego;

My own declared divinity.

It will be beyond my own need be wo shoped;

My own need to be loved by all.

One day I will learn to accept myself

And in that moment

I will be able to understand

How little I actually matter.

The world holds itself accountable.

It doesn't need me.

I was never anything worth thought

And yet I am.

I exist for me.

I am that I am.

I stand before myself

As all of creation stands before its self.

All I want is to live

And for each being to live.

Free of our hate

And free of our need to be right.

Beyond the power or others;

Free from the authority of adjacent souls.

I unbound by antagonistic lives

That obscure our view of infinite dreams.

Eternity is a long time to entertain ourselves

And I cannot be sure where we all are.

If done ever

Who can be sure

All we have is this moment

Ok praying to be alive.

It is more than anyone can actively undertand

Or maybe I am just so small.

All I know is this day to day survival

Battling with hatred and love.

One day I hope for peace

But I cannot be sure.

Faith is a weapon held against those who try

And I am one

Who has yet to figure out how.

So I write long wonder poems

Because I never know when to quit.

This is why death exists

To cut short assholes

Like myself.

I hate my life

And yet I love it.

It exists for me

And I struggle with it.

There is so much injustice I have let slide

Because I was preoccupied with my own aggrendizment.

I failed to see the suffering that exists

While focusing on

The metaphysical of humanity.

I thank you for forgiving me.

For humoring me all the more.

If you pass me over

I understand that too

For it is important to do so.

God never understood the world they created.

It wasn't like them.

I spite of their intentions

Their creation was an accident.

So I am.

A lost soul

Amount lost souls.

A whispering dream

Alone

As each individual is

When facing who they are

Before only themselves

Stretched beyond eternity.

This is my fear

And this is my dream.

My heart can't bear the final words

And so it stretches beyond its own sound advice.

I can't let go.

I refuse to let go.

This is for me

Trying to understand

"why anything?"

I hope you can forgive me.

Who else will save me from hell?

I hope we all make it

When we each can forgive ourselves.

I don't know how to end it.

I don't know how to live it.

I want

I want

I want more than this body can give me.

Forgive me

Forgive me

Please

Person

Individual

Forgive me.

Show me how to be better

A lost soul

Unable to find their way.

I love you all who made it this far.

You are my inspiration;

My reason for maturing as a person.

Love me

Hate me

Teach me how to be me.

A mask made self aware

The last vestige of me own soul.

Dream or yourself

And maybe I will too.

We are each worthy of godhood

As much as anyone ever has been.

Live

Die

Eternity is a long time to exist.

All that matters

Is that you are satisfied when you choose your end

I want it more than anything

A final sleep

And then my peace.

Chris always opened up when it came to his thoughts his thoughts on mansplaining.

Wear it, do it, see it, be it, live it, love it!

Don't let society's expectations become your restrictions!

I'm lazy about someone who doesn't make mistakes. I have the deep sleep of someone who prefers the warm. I like the risk. Of those who take risks. I have a deep admiration for those who follow their heart. I believe in free people. Freedom to be. Good courage to show yourself. Slap your face! That's the way I am. I have a million flaws. But I live to feel.

~ Clarice Lispector

Eu tenho preguiça de quem não comete erros. Tenho profundo sono de quem prefere o morno. Eu gosto do risco. Dos que arriscam. Tenho admiração nata por quem segue o coração. Eu acredito nas pessoas livres. Liberdade de ser. Coragem boa de se mostrar. Dar a cara a tapa! Eu sou assim. Tenho um milhão de defeitos. Mas eu vivo para sentir.

— Clarice Lispector

Made the most brave womens out of a huge mess of her lifes.

; I think something really important that is often overlooked is that when people say " Pronouns don't equal gender " or anything along those lines, this goes for people who are cis as well.

; because I see or hear of so many instances where a cishet person will come out as wanting to use different pronouns then what you'd expect ( i.e. Cis woman wants to use he / him or they / them ) and people are either negative or confused. ESPECIALLY if they want to use neopronouns.

; it irritates me because those same people will be all " use whatever pronouns make you comfortable !! xx " then immediately shame a cis person for wanting to use what pronouns make them comfortable, or they start saying they must be trans or whatever the fuck !! You don't have to be non-binary to use they / them, you don't have to be a man to use he / him and you don't have to be a woman to use she / her. You can be cis and use whatever pronouns make you comfortable.

; so to all the lovely allies ( allys ?? ) who want to use different pronouns but are worried they're not allowed to, sincerely from a very queer person, go ahead !! Wether that's using multiple sets or the " opposite of your gender " or even neo pronouns, go ahead !! You being comfortable is so important. Ignore the people who reject you, or ridicule you or whatever, they're not worth it.

; keep doing what you're doing and being your most authentic self. Gender and all that jazz is a personal journey, and it's your journey, you get to decide what happens. So if using different pronouns is what you want to do, then good on you !! :]

; ( on this topic, if anyone needs help w gender related stuff or pronouns then feel free to either message me or send an ask !! /nf /gen )

im sorry if I annoy you with my questions, its just who I am

HAPPY PRIDE ❕❕❕

happy pride month

hes a twink.

i wont take any arguments with you people, that is NOT a fashion statement that is a FAG statement.

dont try to change my mind i know im right.

THEY’RE GAYYYYY

Everyone: omg Harry is the heir of Slytherin. He just spoke Parseltongue which is a super rare hereditary skill in the Slytherin line and it looks like he set a snake on someone in front of witnesses.

Draco: nah he wouldn’t do that I know him

I KEEP SEEING ROTTMNT ACCS TALKING ABOUT VOCALOID PLEASE ME TOO I LOVE VOCALOID AND JPOP PLS I COULD TALK ABOUT IT FOR AGES I NEED IT TO BE KNOWN

happy pride month!

Sometimes I wonder if Gerard Way really has a piss kink or if it is just an inside joke