My Babies This Scene Had Me Squealing Like Hell

My Babies❤ this scene had me squealing like hell😍

This might just be the best bl ever made...

 i’m not over Gaya sa Pelikula episode 5. the sheer layers of storytelling we have, and i know you all have pointed them out. long post incoming:

employed foreshadowing in the two horror stories and the events that later followed. from the story of the nurse seeing the cadaver in his own closet to the photo of a young Karl, now a grown man and so different from the child he was; and from the man looking at his own self holding his own heart, to Karl holding his own heart while looking at himself in the mirror. these are not horror stories – they are real. in the next episode, we will find the consequences of these actions.

used the brownout for honest stories. do we not tell our stories in the dark? queer people have long been used to telling stories in the dark. they do not dare to tell it under the sun, because stories like theirs are resented just for being. this drinking session in the dark, when no one is around and anyone else is out of earshot, that is when you release. this was beautiful, and cathartic.

anna is no plot device. she’s a beautiful, multilayered, flawed character. who would have thought anna is a mom? i know i’m surprised. and yet the writer did not leave her only to be a friend for comedic purposes. she was there to tell her own story. she has agency as a woman, and that’s really, really commendable. and you know what? Vlad even shines in this scene. women and queer people have long stood side by side, aware of their fundamental disadvantages in society. the feminist struggle is the root of the queer struggle, after all, and in this scene we zoom in on just how that takes form, even in the simplest of ways. just look at how Vlad immediately accepts anna’s story, and does not even judge her. 

the effortless gender sensitivity. the episode does its best to quash stigmas in the queer community itself. when Karl said, for instance, that In fairness, Vlad, you’re not obviously effeminate, Vlad was quick to correct him. this is a common microaggression against the queer community that unfortunately, many shows - BLs, even - fall prey to. god, this show. it is not only good plot-wise, but it is really sensitive. that is what is lacking in many, many BLs. shows shouldn’t be just for entertainment. they must advance change.  

from the dark, to the blinding light. the rather smooth transition from Karl having to teach Vlad and Vlad even stepping on Karl, with Karl taking the lead; and then, to the prom they had in their minds: beautiful, well-lit, but only for them. a dream come true for Vlad, for any queer person deprived of the simple joys like the privilege to dance. the hope of things getting better.

Karl rook the lead at first, but then Vlad took the lead. in the beginning, it was Karl who led the prom dance, yet when they donned the suits and danced in the light, the dance changed. Vlad now took the lead. it was as though, when Karl opened up to Vlad and practically told him, ‘it’s okay to be yourself with me,’ Vlad grew confident. He was free to express what he felt, share what he knew. note that during the transition, Vlad was at first surprised by the lights! he did not know that things could be so good for him and Karl, and yet they were. so he was so confident, leading Karl in the dance, to make Karl feel what he feels. he even said, “simplehan na lang natin (let’s make things simple),” because Vlad was gay since high school, and yet here we have Karl, who does not even know for himself who and what he is. and he even sang, ever so softly into Karl’s ears. as if to say, that’s okay. things are discovered, one step at a time.

in the end, karl was smiling. confused, but happy. holding his heart, beating so loud, karl does not know what to feel. is that not the experience of every queer person? to know that things are “different” from what you’ve been conditioned to believe? and yet the most confusing thing is that it feels good, and freeing, and warm. in the dark, when no one is around, he felt his heart, saw his own reflection, and even though he does not admit it yet, Karl knows he is happy.

i am just so overwhelmed by Gaya sa Pelikula. it is not only aesthetically beautiful, but is also filled with nuances that i am not afraid to look more into it. perhaps i have been too saturated with a lot of just fun, but really nonsensical BLs, that i almost forgot that that shouldn’t be the standard. instead, we deserve those that truly cater to our needs, tell our stories, and make a shot for the better. to be sure, gaya sa pelikula was written by a queer screenplay writer himself. which makes us all the more hopeful for more stories told by queer people, for queer people.

Gaya sa Pelikula does what others are not doing. and so much more.

there are three more episodes, but i have no doubt that it will turn out excellent, far exceeding yet again my already high expectations. what a good show.

in the aftermath of episode 5, i hark back to what juan miguel severo, the show’s writer and producer, had promised: “We will take back our story!” and, indeed,  in this show, he shows that he already has.

So many butterflies in my stomach rn🥰

Evak nose bumping ✨

MY HEART IS STILL RACING😭😭😵🥺🤯 that smile tho...😭

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