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[exclamania-news-network]

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#break!ng news #politics arc #epprbcu #exclamation point pfp rpg blog cinematic universe #exclamania #punctuationverse #!cu #eppfprpg

[hinaypod]

A bit of a different one today!

"Happy" Philippine Independence Day! May the Filipino people truly be free one day 🇵🇭

Content Warnings:

Discussions of real life fascism, Philippine Martial Law, extrajudicial and state sponsored killings, massacres, dismemberment, red-tagging.

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Spoilers for some past Hi Nay episodes! Episode excerpts include:

Remind Me To Tell You Later: Tiyanak

Episode 11: Nakaraan (Before)

Remind Me To Tell You Later: Madre

Episode 26: Undas Part 2

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Stories included:

EDSA by Russel Molina and Sergio Bumatay III

Ito Ang Diktadura by Equipo Plantel, Mikel Casal (Illustrator), Annie Yglopaz (Translator), Kata Garcia (Translator)

You can purchase them at Adarna House.

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Songs included:

Ili-ili Tulog Anay (Visayan Lullaby) played by Monching Carpio on guitar

Bayan Ko (Kundiman by José Alejandrino) played by Monching Carpio on guitar

#hinaypod #hi nay podcast #horror podcast #filipino podcast #horror audio drama #philippine independence day #araw ng kalayaan #martial law #philippine politics #philippine history #filipino culture

[kulay-ng-banaag]

A Gentle Reminder

One visits the other to rekindle the light. (Indonesia/Philippines) Warnings: -anxiety attacks (mild at best but the buildup is there) -smoking -politics (one side more explicitly than the other) Read on AO3 (registered users only)

[ Photo from Pinterest; have not yet traced back the photographer. ]

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The sound of running water cuts off as he turns the faucet knob. Glassware, ceramic dishes, and steel utensils clanked together in the sink bowl. The atmosphere was filled with the revving of motorbikes, the rusty booms of the azan signaling the hour of Isha, and the lucid voices that beamed from the newscast playing on the TV.

Once he finished scrubbing the table and the counters clean, he popped open a bottle of milk tea and flopped down on the sofa. Even with his tito Bikol’s cooking, he had never developed as strong a spice tolerance as he would have liked. Neither had he developed a language proficiency on par with the locals, despite the many letters exchanged and visits conducted. At least not in the same capacity as he had hundreds of years ago, but even the lingua francas of old were as mutable as clay, and the living things molded out of it.

Like all other things, nations changed over time. Philippines was no stranger to that truth.

All he had to do was keep tabs on the news from the other side of the screen, observing the inevitable winds of change. Once he foresaw the calm before the storm, he quickly scraped together in the wee hours enough necessities to suffice a week of travel. The closest to a formal notice he left behind was the blunt instructions he texted to a handful of staff handpicked by his gut feeling.

If anyone asks, I’m in Jakarta 👋🏽✈️

Nothing more.

He could fabricate a working visit out of nowhere, but it would almost certainly be followed up by a slew of questions regarding his rationales. His true intentions. His commitments to the burdens he never signed up for in the first place. People would express — as a request or not — their want for his presence, but rarely their need for it.

Not Indonesia. Not explicitly, at least. He gracefully wielded a commanding presence in public, but he was a closed book in the private sphere. A core of scorching hot earth buried deep that could explode with the right amount of pressure. Under the right conditions, a volcano could erupt violently. Once it did, there was no stopping its flow of destruction. The best Philippines could do was to be the ocean waves awaiting the incoming lava flow.

He listened intently to the stories broadcasted in front of him. It would be a mistake to call Philippines a tone-deaf airhead when he learned, painfully and repeatedly, to temper how his instincts would translate into his body language. In the comfort of his partner’s abode in the capital — at least for the time being — he was free to unravel the mask he wore in public.

The cracks began to form on the level-headed expression he maintained ever since he made landfall where he was not supposed to be. Through all the reports and commentaries as close to impartiality (or not) as they could get, he could see the wars of emotions taking place. Abstracted exhilaration on one end, ineffable grief on the other, and in between the buried pains had begun to fizzle and release steam. He would rather tune out the cries of despair and rage until they all dwindled together into empty static. With his arms crossed, his hands were already gripping tightly on his sleeves and he could already feel his heart beating as if it wanted to break out of his rib cage, away from the memories that were flooding in. Memories of pain and terror that he wished he could forget, but could not afford to.

What snapped him back to reality were the sounds of the front door clicking shut, followed by the taps of leather soles against the terracotta tiles that ascended to the upper floor. The silence of a lover in anguish was louder than the discordant harmonies of an agitated country.

He shut the TV off and made his way upstairs, down the hallway, and towards the open archway that led to the balcony. As he knocked his hand gently against the hardwood frame, a breeze wafted through the bamboo wind chimes above, almost as if Ibu Pertiwi wanted to ensure her guest was acknowledged.

Already, a lit kretek dangled between Indonesia’s fingers (one of which had an unmistakable ink stain at the tip). If Philippines had never cared about preserving his vocal cords, he would have succumbed to the vice as hard as Indonesia had. He only ever smoked when he was under extreme stress, and it surprised many at how infrequent that was.

The last time he lit one up for himself was two years ago, for the same reasons that Indonesia was going through now.

He sat down on the empty chair next to Indonesia’s, unfazed by the burning scent of bitter herbs and spices. Besides, the electric fan standing across them was whirring in their direction, out of respect for the other songbird that lived in the same space.

Philippines glanced up at the brightly-colored wicker cage hanging above on the opposite end of the balcony. He whistled a little tune, and the feathered resident within chirped back in reply.

“He’s healing up well.”

Philippines glanced back in surprise from hearing Indonesia speak up at last.

“I’ll be taking him to a rehab center in Kalimantan. That way, I’ll be around by the time they release him back to the wild.”

“That’s good to hear,” Philippines replied.

Indonesia pressed the end of the cigarette to his lips, then exhaled a puff of smoke. “I hope he doesn’t get caught again.”

“Oh.”

The soft smile on Philippines’ face faded from the realization. Often, Indonesia would foster rescues in critical conditions. At the time of the raid, the songbird was a sickly hatchling. Not only did it make a full recovery, but it chattered so much that the only bigger chatterbox was Philippines (who had pursed his lips like a child making tampo when Indonesia made the joke). Still, even with such a hopeful future ahead of it, there remained the risk of recapture, the violent return to a system that gambled on its ability to satisfy lofty aspirations, and swiftly disposed of those that failed to keep up.

Such a possibility seemed so far-fetched, yet the lack of certainty only served to tighten the suffocating grip of fear. Indonesia and Philippines knew that all too well. Centuries ago, when they had professed their love for one another, they were torn apart by conquerors from far away. Centuries later, when they had renewed their vows for one another, they were torn again by tyrants from within. Decades later, they broke free of those cages, only to return to a world they struggled to adapt to.

Now, they were birds at risk of recapture.

Minutes passed as they sat together in silence, struggling to keep themselves afloat lest they drowned from the millions of clashing voices that burned inside them both. Whatever the outcome, inevitable or not, Philippines would rather burn brightly in hell with Indonesia than abandon him, even if it meant he could at least march onward with most, if not all, pieces of himself intact. Maybe that was the problem, to begin with.

Yet, despite everything, the world continued its revolution around the sun. People continued to move forward with their lives, refusing to let anything or anyone take that away from them. The caged bird continued to sing, even in the face of an unambiguous future.

Indonesia exhaled a last puff of smoke before stubbing out the cigarette in the sand-filled ashtray. Philippines drew his knees up and scooted closer when he felt Indonesia lean onto him. He wrapped Indonesia’s arm around his and their hands slowly entwined together.

Philippines was the first to speak. “Abang?”

“Hm?”

“Do you remember what you told me two years ago? When I was going through what you’re going through now?”

Indonesia remained silent as he recalled.

By that point in time, Philippines was as battered and bruised as anyone, and had been bleeding all over for too long for comfort. Indonesia would easily admit that Philippines was luckier for breaking free a good decade earlier than he would. What he disliked to admit was how it had made him anxious when Philippines would not respond for days, weeks even. That had been his way of learning about how the final results would be of such paramount importance that its reverberations would be felt across the world.

Indonesia’s sole regret was that he did not see Philippines sooner, let alone immediately. Indonesia knew better than anyone, however, that Philippines, for all his exuberance, was the type to push people away when he was upset. He did not even want to celebrate his birthday that year. The next time Indonesia heard from him was when he sent a message that he was arriving a week ahead of the scheduled state visit.

Philippines had remained steadfast against all odds in the crucial months building up to that pivotal moment. He had snuck away to help distribute meals to volunteers who had lightened the load of an immense burden off his shoulders to the best of their abilities. Ultimately, he was desperate to get an up-close-and-personal glimpse of the numbers that were coming in.

He excused himself to get away from the monsters that manifested before his eyes. The flowers of hope still bloomed in many parts, but a bramble of sharp thorns had been growing at a suffocatingly exponential rate that threatened to engulf the whole garden. Philippines felt it crawl up onto his skin and pierce itself onto his very being, causing him to stumble in the empty hallway. It was brightly lit, but it grew increasingly cold and dark. The walls had begun to close in, threatening to crush him if the thorns did not yet thoroughly impale through him first. He wanted to cry out in pain. He wanted to scream for help, but he found himself unable to speak. Or maybe no one could hear him.

Suddenly, he sensed the light ding of a bell and a mild buzz from his pocket. With shaky hands, he pulled out his cell phone and stared at the message that flashed on his screen. He took a step back and steadied himself against the wall before slumping down to the floor. He sat there in the comfortable silence of the empty hallway. He gasped for breath as he held down the outburst of emotions that had welled up in him. A smile radiated across his face, trembling lips notwithstanding, as he rubbed the back of his hand against the tears that had flowed down.

Philippines remembered that moment. He would always remember those words that had been the lifeline he failed to admit that he needed. He wanted Indonesia to remember them, too, forevermore.

Indonesia let out a sigh before finally responding, “I remember.” He was caught by surprise when he felt a hand cup his face to wipe the tear that had trickled down, the faint scent of jasmine emanating from it. He turned to gaze back at the warm gaze of his beloved pearl, remembering how he longed to see them again after years of confined stillness. How he longed to hear his phone ping and see something, anything, new from Philippines. How he had been sitting in drab and stifling formalities. How he had stepped out for a breath of fresh air and passed that onwards to breathe back life into someone from over 2,700 kilometers away. How he wanted Philippines to have something to hold on to, no matter how bleak and dark it got.

He wished he could be kinder to himself, and he was grateful that Philippines was there to remind him.

They gently pressed their foreheads together, and Philippines leaned closer to press his lips against Indonesia’s. He whispered those same words Indonesia had told him before wrapping him in a tight embrace.

I love you, no matter the results.

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TRANSLATIONS:

azan: The Muslim call to daily prayer (salat). The last one, Isha, is at nighttime. In this age of modernity, loudspeakers play the azan from the mosques. tito: Uncle (Tagalog). It’s not restricted to addressing a biological relative; very often it’s used to address older men like how we use “sir” in English. Ibu Pertiwi: lit. “Mother Earth” in this case; A historical national personification of Indonesia. In my honest opinion, using the local name slapped harder than merely writing “mother nature.” kretek: Indonesian cigarette blend of tobacco and cloves as the main ingredients. tampo: Tricky to translate into words — it’s ten times easier to demonstrate in person. In this context, think of a parent telling their child they should eat their ampalaya (bitter gourd) and the child makes this face >:T abang: Older brother (Bahasa Indonesia); same as how kuya (Tagalog) is used to refer to older peers/upperclassmen (as in like the senior-year senpais, not the elite trapos if you get lmao). Sometimes also a casual way of calling people “sir.”

MISCELLANEOUS:

Frankly, I’ve only ever been to East Java (mostly in Surabaya), so if I missed out on any observable nuances from Jakarta, that’s on me. I also wrote this on a whim of inspiration and spite. In minimized general, Philippine cuisine builds on a sour base with salty or sweet complements. However, spicy is king in Northern and Southern Luzon, and Southern Mindanao. One of my classmates is Bicolana, so eating spicy Indonesian food is a no-brainer for her. Fortunately, they have plenty of milk tea in stock in convenience stores in Indonesia…for those who need a little help in neutralizing the spicy taste HAHA! Someday, I’ll talk about my bayan OCs. Not today. I need more time ironing them out; time I simply do not have right now. For now, Bikol is he/they. Going back to my trip, I saw so many households with pet birds. I ended up learning about how the popularity of songbird competitions drives wildlife trafficking. 🥲 Speaking of which, I headcanon Indonesia as a wildlife officer. Half to restore balance to the universe for the cursed fact that he’s technically a cop; the other half because if Piri is the musically-gifted Disney Princess, then Indo is the forest friend Disney Princess. Kalimantan because that is where they’re constructing the new capital city of Nusantara because Jakarta is sinking among other reasons. Since the dirt children have to work closely with their governments – whether they like it or not (or choose to lol) – Indo would have to eventually move in, assuming it comes through (just saying because my home city was supposed to be the new capital but clearly that flopped lol). The bird rehab center is very real. It’s my first time learning of the place — thanks to me getting insecure about making it up. 😭 Specifically, Piri was at the Parish Pastoral Council for Responsible Voting (PPCRV) command center. It’s non-partisan but affiliated with the Catholic Church in the country; we have another watchdog entity without any religious affiliation – the National Citizens' Movement for Free Election (NAMFREL). The volunteers were encoding election returns in tallying the votes. One of my dearest friends was fast enough to sign up. I had wanted to draw a 612 comic right after Halalan 2022. Scrapped it altogether because I was horribly depressed, so to say. Then, during one of those many low points, I cooked up that plot bunny when Indo texts Piri those words (the last phrase of the fic). Still, I couldn’t get a comic together any sooner, even if it was a shorter one featuring that plot bunny, as I’ve since returned to university. Following the news and social media posts on Indonesia’s post-elections definitely brought back painful memories. And that plot bunny. Originally, I wanted a far shorter but no less cathartic drabble. Ended up going really ham. I wish I could do more. I hope this is enough.

#anxiety cw #anxiety attacks cw #smoking cw #politics cw #hetalia #hetalia world stars #hetalia fanfiction #hws philippines #hws indonesia #indophil #katha ng banaag #arc: contemporary

[findafight]

Zutara for the ship bingo?

AhhhhhhhhHHHHH yeah. Nice. Also I changed the "they're fucking the same guy" to "they fucked the same guy" because the sharing Jet as an ex is always too funny.

I'm not normal about them at all. Zutara fandom is so good I don't think I've ever seen a fandom so dedicated to characters and wanting the best for them and writing hundreds of thousands of words about it the same way. They really hit that perfect spot of understanding and loving each other after hating and fighting each other and it's like???? What am I supposed to do with that?? Not be obsessed?? We only got like six episodes of them actually being friends in the show but the build up was delicious. So much potential for fluff and angst and everything inbetween. Should have been canon but tbh glad it wasn't because the canon ships got done dirty in lok so we dodged a bullet there.

#zutara #ask meme #the-bassist #im just fjskndkekdkfodjd about them #'ill rescue you from the pirates' OKAY 'you rise with the moon. i rise with the sun' EXCUSE?? 'it wont be much of a rematch' HUH????? #anyways i ignore the kat//ng and ma//ko kisses in the finale and pretend they got married and were a political power could post war #firelord and lady of the tides :') its what they deserve #also. cannot believe they took away any political agency katara had post atla. zutara stans would never. #atla #findaanswers

[buffyspeak]

seelies seem to have a really interesting place in the downworld/shadow world has a whole. they’ve been shown to work more closely than other downworld factions with shadowhunters in the past (early season one springs to mind), but they’re certainly no totally trusting of or trusted by the shadowhunters, so not all this is to say they don’t face any discrimination. valentine being willing to make a deal with her when he hates downworlders so much seems so strange… except for the fact that seelies have angel blood AND demon blood. with his (obviously very wrong and distorted) ideas about purity of angel blood, does that make him trust her more? is this interaction a microcosm of the shadowhunters perspectives on seelies in general? much to think on.

it’s also not lost on me that warlocks and seelies are both born with magic and into the downworld as they are. there’s intergenerational trauma attached to the history of warlocks (and i’m VERY curious about seelies on that front), but there���s no trauma associated with the transformation. they’re never ripped away from their lives the way that werewolves and vampires are.

#shadowhunters rewatch 2023 #the seelie queen #valentine morgenstern #downworld politics #clave politics #actual the existence of jonathan raised a fascinating question #born as a shadowhunter #injected with demon blood #even has an association with plants and controlling them #does that technically make him a seelie? in some ways he has more in common with a seelie than many shadowhunters #but i think saying he Is a seelie oversimplifies it by a lot #because a big point of his character is showing how traumatizing and toxic #rigid ideas of What Makes You Who And What you are #can be #because he’s also raised with shadowhunter ideas and principles and trained to fight like one! #his change may happen when he’s too you ng to remember #but it’s associated with a lot of trauma #and taking him away from the life he’d otherwise have had #it’s interesting

[the-everqueen]

psst your last post made it into the ship tag and I'm pretty sure you didn't intend that, just thought you should know

thanks! i didn't tag it for the ship bc i wanted to extend some measure of courtesy re: function of the tag for people looking for (non-critical) content. but also other ppl might tag it or circulate it in that sphere, which is their choice. (if it really escapes containment, i reserve the right to turn off reblogs.) my ongoing tag about hob in relation to how fandom centers white men is "whiteness is always afforded the language of the human." if anyone wants to blacklist it! (it's a quote from Christina Sharpe's book "Ordinary Notes" which i highly recommend. shorter alternative/supplement would be Claudia Rankine's "Citizen.")

my one stipulation would be: if anyone wants to argue with anything i post about hob or dreamling or fandom, you come to ME. you don't drag in other people, you don't go into other people's inboxes or DMs. leave mis primos y compañeros alone. my inbox is open. anons are on.

#whoops the disc horse #(the broader discourse tag) #anyways yeah. can't make choices for anyone who follows me or reblogs from me. #but...this year i've been trying to extend politeness re: tags #mostly bc i get that people are sometimes in a tag for ''more'' of a thing and not criticism of that thing #and while my criticisms are a drop in the ocean of fanon content about h*b g*dl*ng and definitely not in the top results #i'm also aware of the ''bad feeling'' that arises when you use a tag for one function (circulating fandom content) #and it gets used for another (fandom criticism) #which like. bad/negative feelings in relation to fandom discussions is a whole other topic.

[devotedlystrangewizard]

if i ever shut up about how horrible & yet amazing it was to have conquest as my first fire emblem game it means i have been brainwashed

#started with conquest moved on to fe3h complained for 2 years about how fucking easy the maingame was (on normal) #moved on to engage. FAR better mechanically than fe3h imo but i just hate the life sim elements #(i never got into the latter 3 persona games because of that tbh) #so maybe im just a grumpy loser who started with conquest realized the life sim elements were minimal and adapted to that #LIKE #THE MONTHS ARE FINE IN YOUR FIRST PLAYTHROUGH. MAYBE EVEN ON THE SECOND. BUT I HAVE OVER 200 HOURS IN 3H #and skipping the months isnt exactly viable either #ive started doing hard/casual & normal/classic so i cant exactly afford to just skip the entire month #plus my current goal is to make a ng+ chain with byleth having s in all skills so. #ive finished cf like 4 times #am once & vw once #still havent finished silver snow because if you think i can play all of part 1 with the eagles & then not follow edelgard #you are mistaken #i cant do that when my beloved jeritza is so close #currently on the fourth? run in the chain and it hurts choosing the blue lions. black eagles forever #genuinely dont care about the political discourse btw i just really like hubert & jeritza #ramblings

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

#halalan2022 #pilipinas #philippine elections #philippines #eleksyon 2022 #ph politics #they arent even trying to hide the fact that theyre planning to rewrite history huh #they are not a least bit sorry to all the victims #tangina talaga ng mga marcos

[themagical1sa]

Okay, was anybody going to tell me that there are people who selfship with Sandro Marcos Or was I just supposed to read that in a journalist's tweet about Marcosian disinformation?

Regine Cabato (RegineCabato on Twitter) I spent too much time in the pro-Marcos TikTok Upside-Down for this, guys. Please don’t let it flop 😅 Marcos revisionism expands to new platforms and forms, from yassified Imelda to Reader x Sandro Marcos fanfiction. My latest with Shibani Mahtani:

How the Philippines’ brutal history is being whitewashed for voters - The Washington Post

Dude. There are literal people — most likely Gen Z — who selfship themselves with the grandson of late Ferdinand E. Marcos who was once a president and dictator.

What is going on?! 😭

#[ 🗣️ | the magical girl speaks ] #[ 🐦 | the magical girl's twitter ] #twitter #my twitter #philippines #filipino #filipinos #philippine politics #philippine history #sandro marcos #ferdinand marcos #bongbong marcos #the washington post #how the philippines' brutal history is being whitewashed for voters #putangina niyong lahat 😭💀🙉🙈 #mamimili na nga lang kayo ng blorbo eh siya pa pinili niyo 🙈 fotangina guys umayos kayo

[barbie-girlll]

Another case of: what could have been :((

#ang ganda sana ng nagso-sona ngayon chdbsjsjjz #at for sure tutok na tutok ako sa tv neto hfhshsjsndna #atty leni robredo #leni robredo #former #vp leni robredo #ph politics

[thatfraudcassandra]

#duterte #duterte good riddance #bye Duterte #philippines #politics #filipino #leni robredo #let leni lead #halalan2022 #opinion #laban leni #marcos magnanakaw #marcos inutil #duterte inutil #tuta ng tsina #pilipinas #salamat vp leni #vp leni

[justinepush]

Watching the elections rn got me feeling some type of way (and it's not good). How are you holding up?

It's 12:30 pm, I'm laying in my bed and disappointed. I can't even look at the live tracking.

I deleted my facebook because of the elections (and annoying ass notifications), and I'm hearing a lot of people fighting and pointing fingers, taunting, and arguments over the course of the counting. This is no joke. University of the Philippines, Bicol University, are requesting for class suspension? Foreign investments are going down? A death during voting in Mindanao?Marcos isn't even elected President and everything is already going down hill.

Sigh. A lot of people are angry. I'm angry.

Thank you for checking in, I hope you and the rest of us who stand against a corrupt governance are doing okay. I heard a lot of Filipinos are considering migrating me and family are as well XD.

Remember, even if he is elected President, don't lose your spirit. Continue to stand firm, not just for the Philippines but countries who are experiencing the same thing as us.

Ako na hindi politikal na tao napipilitang tumayo at napipigil na wag tsyinelasin tong mga to eh :')

#nakakaistress 😩 #matulog ka na justine #nakakasira ng beauty yan #charowt #STAND FIRM FILIPINOS #halalan 2022 #elections 2022 #philippine elections 2022 #Philippines #Filipinos #rant #justine's bickering #my art #damian wayne #dc #sketch #elections #politics #ask #anon

[westeroswisdom]

I think viewers were originally drawn to “Game of Thrones” because the series surprised viewers with an unexpected twist right away.   In the beginning of the show, the creators tricked us into thinking Lord Stark was going to be the main character because he was set-up as the good hero of season one. When he was killed all his good intentions, along with our expectation that he would be the main hero in a high-fantasy epic, was completely turned upside down.   In retrospect, I think viewers realized that he was politically naive and late to understand how palace power politics were being played. That ending also signaled that no matter how smart you are, how “good” you are, or how hard you try, it still doesn’t matter. No one is ever safe.

Professor Dorothy Kim in an interview at the Brandeis University publication BrandeisNOW.

Yep, if you’re naïve about politics and power, you could end up like Ned Stark – at least figuratively.

Ned was a n00b to the political scene and expected everybody to play by the book the way he did.

In politics you have to be aware that others will cheat and lie and play by their own rules if they think they can get away with it. The ability to anticipate and counter such behavior makes the difference between success and disaster.

#game of thrones #house of the dragon #power politics #ned stark #season 1 #dorothy kim #gra o tron #trône de fer #kampen om järntronen #valtaistuinpeli #juego de tronos #jogo dos tronos #trono di spade #isang kanta ng yelo at apoy #hra o trůny #pemainan takhta #trò chơi của ngai #гра престолів #왕좌의 게임 #权力的游戏 #ゲームの玉座 #صراع العروش #गेम ऑफ़ थ्रोन्स #গেম অব থ্রোনস #تخت کے کھیل #சிம்மாசனத்தில் விளையாட்டு #משחקי הכס #игра престолов #เกมล่าบัลลังก์ #სამეფო კარის თამაშები

[allthecanadianpolitics]

The federal ethics commissioner has opened an investigation into the conduct of International Trade Minister Mary Ng over a contract given to a company co-founded by a Liberal strategist.

Conservative MP James Bezan had asked commissioner Mario Dion to examine the contract awarded to the firm Pomp and Circumstance by Ng's office for media training in spring 2020.

The contract itself was worth only about $17,000 but the Tories said the deal raised questions about whether any conflict-of-interest rules were breached because Amanda Alvaro, one of the firm's co-founders, is allegedly Ng's friend.

Continue Reading.

Tagging: @politicsofcanada

#Mary Ng #Justin Trudeau #LIberal Party of Canada #cdnpoli #canada #canadian news #canadian politics #canadian

[zgvlt]

Hi po ateeee!! May tanong po ako nakaset ka na po ba ng birthday sa twst? Kung oo paano? Gusto ko po sana gawin yon bago birthday ko sa December para i-greet naman nila ako🥹🥹🥹

yessums! to set your birthday just go to your profile, and there should be a purple button there in place of where my birthday is currently shown saying "Set Birthday"

#—nathyask #—nathyadvice #💌: artemis-alcyone #cute talaga pagnasabihan ng ate HAHAHA so polite!

[issabees]

I was supposed to post this at 4:00 AM (May 11, 2022) but I fell asleep after saving this as a draft because I went around pa to look for more updates and forgot about this, but anyway:

I am FUCKING LAUGHING AND CRYING AT THIS

WHAT IN THE Y/N WATTPAD FANFIC IS THIS SHIT

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(Update: 10:54 am) Before this gets out of hand, I checked the FB group itself and yep this is a shitpost. Thank you so much @sincerelyscarring for letting me know abt the group mismo

#ang witty talaga ng mga tao #maam naomi whoever you are #sana masarap yung ulam mo #and malamig yung mga unan mo #satire #shitpost #i am speechless #i am so tired please #i’m sorry ​please let me shitpost muna #really sorry i have been posting nonstop of updates and news reports #but i just cannot let this go because it’s too funny #okay babalik na ako to more serious posting #philippines #philippine politics #politics #sandro marcos #mr i shaded two presidents marcos