these are the ones for jen.
Aún el ave libre en su volar (Enjolras/Éponine one-shot)
martial law au. is this a fanfic or a history lesson? WE JUST DON’T KNOW!
triggers: islamophobia, colorism, mentions of death and torture and violent protest
everything that happens here is based on actual events, and i mean everything. this is for my family. this is for the boys who died in the jabidah massacre. this is for you, if you are filipino. this is for you, if you love les mis and want to see how its themes still ring true even after all these centuries- no matter the country, no matter the race, no matter the faith.
Aún el ave libre en su volar
Like most sons and daughters of the sugarcane barons, he had fair skin, light hair, a sharp bone structure, and a Spanish last name. His voice, when he spoke, was shaded with the mellifluous accent of his hometown, the languid drawl of the old families who were considered aristocracy- people used to servants and three-hour siestas. Heads turned when he walked down the campus hallways, and his fellow students flocked to hear him speak.
He was mestizo, and this ensured that he was blessed.
She, on the other hand, was from even further south, the third island that no one ever talked about. The Philippines was Luzon, seat of the government, and the Visayas, hacienda country- Mindanao was the Other, the odd one. Classmates and professors eyed her with wary distaste, put off by her colorful headscarves and wrist bangles. She was small-boned and swarthy-skinned, which would have been enough to earn her the much-dreaded label of indio- native, peasant.
But she was a daughter of sultans, and so they called her Moro, which was even worse.
The boy from the Visayas and the girl from Mindanao met in Luzon, of course, because that was where everything was- the best education, the best infrastructure. All roads, as they say, lead to Metro Manila.
Reblog if you can speak, read, or at least kinda communicate in more than one language.
i don’t like the whole “you can’t love someone until you learn to love yourself” idea because uhhh
wow people who are hurt and abused and damaged deserve love just as much as someone else
love generally does not work when it’s one-sided. love is the interaction between one person and another entity, like another person or a book or a work of art
and usually when people have trouble loving others it’s because their previous relationships with people have taught them messed up ways of love
where do you think these people are going to learn healthy ways of love? from a magical wise space turtle in their heads? they have to go out there and love and hurt and make mistakes and learn what it’s like.
you can love someone the moment you start loving, okay? of course with time you eventually learn the deeper complexities and nuances, but you are not required to love yourself first
most of the time you can learn to love yourself at the same time that you love someone else
something I realized after I hit bottom, when I thought I was done, was that I was able to feel kindness and sympathy toward others. even when I was sure there was nothing left, that was there.
and that taught me that I wasn’t wholly lacking in good qualities. I wasn’t thoroughly bad. I could love. expressing love and caring toward others, even in the smallest ways, helped me learn that I had good in me still.
often in recovery I’ve heard the saying “if you can’t love yourself, let us love you until you can.” to that I would add, “if you can’t love yourself, love others until you can.” that doesn’t mean you’re going to know how to do it in a healthy way all at once. but just the knowledge that you’re capable of it can help you understand that there’s hope for you yet.
I’ve always wondered if God gets excited when we finally find the person He created us to be with. Or if He is watching and is like, “That was them! NO. NO. TURN AROUND! YOU MISSED THEM! THAT WAS THEM!”
“UGH, WHY ARE ALL MY OTPS WALKING BY EACH OTHER WITHOUT NOTICING!”
We are in a giant reality tv show and God and the angels are the fandom.
thunderstorms are nothing more than ship wars going on in heaven
- Kou: mocks Futaba's appearance and implies that she's unattractive
- Kou: constantly makes weight jokes at Futaba and calls her fat
- Kou: gets angry when Futaba starts wearing make up and losing weight in response and says that he hates it
- Kou: IS AN INSATIABLE ASSHOLE