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suzteel · 3 days

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↦ #kpanniversary2024 | prompt #8 | favorite scene

#kpanniversary2024 #kinnporscheedit #kpedit #kinnporsche the series #kpts #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul #tankhun theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawasd #porsche kittsawat #kinn theerpanyakul #userboots #userspicy #kinnporschesource #suz creates #*kp

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iwantoceans · 1 day

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If I die today, could you be the one to kill me?

#promt : favourite scene #scene that altered my brain chemistry more like #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #vegaspete edit #kpanniversary2024 #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #kp #mygif

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auseyre · 3 days

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Despite the rather, er... interesting shenanigans with food in KP, the true showcase is Pete and food as a theme throughout the series. For Pete, food is a mark of comfort, connection, and love. He is completely devoted to his job and following the rules.

In fact, the only bodyguard rule we see Pete break involves food and, specifically, food his grandmother sends him. He connects to Porsche by sharing it with him, before even sharing his name, marking the beginning of their friendship.

Pete doesn’t complain about the bodyguard food, because while it’s not appetizing, it is healthy, which is important to help him stay in shape for his job. Eating that healthy food is a mark of his connection to and love of his job, his purpose.

When Vegas is holding him prisoner, at first he refuses to eat(i.e. connect to Vegas) He gets beaten for it, but that still doesn’t make him concede. He’s imprisoned and starving and still, food means so much to him that he won’t give in. Literally, this guy shrugged off torture, but an unappetizing meal? That’s a bridge too far. Metaphorically, this is him rejecting what Vegas is offering him right now(being treated like a pet, eating off the floor).

Even after Vegas bandages him up and gives him medicine, he rejects the food. (You treated my wounds but I’m still leary. Is this really a change? Because it still looks like the old crap)

It’s not until Vegas makes the noodles for Pete, hot, fresh served to him in bed, that they really make the first connection.

Food is not only the way that Vegas and Pete really connect for the first time. It’s the way that Vegas sees Pete for the first time.

Once he understands how important food is to Pete, not just sustenance but more, he happily goes out of his way to offer Pete that. That’s why it’s particularly egregious that Gun knocks the food onto the floor. He’s not only disrespecting and dismissing Vegas’ efforts, he’s literally dirtying and destroying the connection between Vegas and Pete.

Pete and Vegas separately try to recreate the comfort of the connection between them with food, but they can’t.

By the pool, Pete deliberately uses that connection to try and pull Vegas off the ledge and back to him.

When Pete says “I’m hungry,” he means, I need connection, I need comfort, I need love.

And when Vegas asks if someone else can give him that, his response says no. No. Only Vegas can give him that.

And finally, the epilogue begins with Pete coming back to the hospital with food for Macau, building new connections of comfort and love.

The show does such a beautiful job of character-building for these characters. They never feel like an afterthought in the KinnxPorsche show.

#kp anniversary 2024 #prompt 6 comfort #the BL love affair with food though #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #thai bl #pete #pete saengtham #v #vegas theerapanyakul #vegas #vegas x pete

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zelenchai · 3 hours

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#kinnporsche #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #artists on tumblr #zelen chai's art tag

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peachym00 · 1 day

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"No pools."

kpanniversary2024 - prompt: haunting

(post-canon, post-hospital)

When the smell hit his nose, it stopped Pete in his tracks. It was enough to tear him away from the present and take him back to the dark and painful memory that hid in the shadows of his very being—lurking there, waiting.

Haunting him.

He was only there for a favour. It wasn’t like he needed the money; for once in his life, he had more of the stuff than he knew what to do with. But he wanted to get out of the house, to feel like he had more of a purpose, to feel like he still had a friend. Porsche needed help. That much was clear to anyone within six feet of him and his attempts at being the new head of the minor family. And Pete, being Pete, couldn’t help but hold onto the hand that reached out for him.

They weren’t even in the minor family compound. Pete didn’t make a habit of returning there very often, and Vegas and Macau even less. For obvious reasons, it wasn’t somewhere that any of them wanted to spend their time.

But Pete hadn’t smelt that smell since it happened. And when it hit him as he walked past the outdoor pool in the gentle warmth of the late afternoon sun, his body went cold with immediate dread.

One whiff of chlorine and he was back to that night, the pain shooting through his knees as he dropped to the floor, the sight of Vegas’s skin losing its colour as the life drained from his body—the sound of his own screams as he mourned what was in front of him.

It was…visceral. The image of the scene of his worst living nightmare playing before him like he had a front seat at the theatre. And it wouldn’t stop. Why was there a ringing in his ears? Just playing over and over and over and over–

Pete.

and over and over and over and over–

“Pete!”

The ringing stopped, and he was wrenched out of the past and back into the present.

“Huh?” He asked dumbly, emotionally distraught and hoping desperately no one had noticed.

“You okay, man?” Porsche looked concerned as he pulled down his sunglasses and perched them on the end of his nose so he could peer down at him.

He blinked. “I’m fine,” he plastered on a smile, breathing in and out slowly in a bid to stave off the ever-building panic.

Porsche frowned, though he slowly pushed his glasses back up his nose, maintaining his immaculate play-pretend persona. “All right, man, if you say so. Anyway, so if I send over those files–”

Most things after that fly straight over his head. His body goes on autopilot, almost as if he blacks out. It's not until he somehow drives back home and sits in the driveway of his new house, tucked deep into a fancy gated neighbourhood, that he comes back to his senses. His hands shake as he takes the keys out of the ignition, stiffly getting out of the car and making his way into the house.

It’s quiet when he walks inside, yet his mind is anything but. The sudden need to find Vegas, to see him with his own eyes just to prove he’s still alive, takes over him. He barely remembers to take off his shoes before he rushes further inside, searching through every room until he finds who he’s looking for.

By the time he finds Vegas, who is tucked into the corner of the couch in the spare room, his heart is palpitating out of his chest. The window was perfectly positioned to let in the afternoon sun, so he could frequently be found napping there. Fatigue plagued him in his recovery, and it was not uncommon to come across him asleep. But today, the sight of him passed out does not make him smile. It makes Pete want to scream and howl and wish he would never close his eyes again (for as long as he lives).

He hardly makes a sound as he tiptoes across the room, but he manages to disturb Vegas anyway, his eyes squinting open before Pete has a chance to sit down. “You’re back,” he croaks, eyes brightening as his gaze lands on him. “how’d it go?” He yawns as Pete sits down next to him.

The answer to the question escapes him; in fact, most thoughts escape him. The black cloud of the past still looms over his brain, flooding his memories.

“Pete?” A hand on his knee makes him jump slightly, “what’s wrong?”

“Let’s not get a pool,” he manages, forcing down the need to scream.

“What?” Vegas laughs incredulously, pulling Pete’s arm so he sinks into his side.

“I don’t want to get a pool; let’s not build one,” he repeats, closing his eyes in relief when he can hear the beat of Vegas’s heart underneath his ear.

“Okay. Whatever you want,” Vegas speaks quietly, confused, almost as if trying not to scare away a spooked animal.

A kiss is pressed to his forehead, and the need to scream dissipates.

“No pools.”

#can't stop writing about post-canon vp #i love them so much #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #vegaspete #kpanniversary2024 #kinnporsche the series #my writing

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cloudburst-ink · 2 days

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#house on sathorn #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #vegas theerapanyakul #minor family #paii bangkok

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parrots-not-in-london-anymore · 8 hours

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Pete: *stumbles into the main family house bloodied and bruised*

Porsche: OMG what happened to you?

Pete: Fell

Porsche: off a building?!

Pete: in love

Porsche: Honestly? Same.

Chay: *crying in the distance*

#kinnporsche #vegaspete #kinnporsche the series #kimchay #kinnporsche crack #vegas theerapanyakul #kinn theerapanyakul #kim theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #porsche kittisawasd #porchay kittisawasd #that whole family is the worst thing to happen to anyone

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fanfictionroxs · 8 months

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Evil straight men in fiction are boring. I mean, there's nothing new about them. They're everywhere in real life too so like.. where's the fun in that? Evil gay men on the other hand? ohohoho chef's KISS. Let me see you with that homoerotic tension with your enemy. Watch me cheer as you try to kill him, but then turn around and murder anyone who lays a hand on him. Yeah you attic husband the shit out of him you crazy bastard you! Basically, watching men being toxic towards each other is far more fun than watching men being toxic towards women because the former is the perfect package of horny + true love + evil cat while the latter is just... reality. If I wanted reality, WHY would I even be here lol

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guzhufuren · 5 months

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Vegas Theerapanyakul + text posts (pt. 96/100)

bonus:

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche text post meme #vegaspete #vegas #vegas theerapanyakul #bible wichapas #kpedit #mygifs #mine #x text posts #userboots #userspicy #userjap #tuserkatherine #ondreamytracks #dailyvegaspete #kinnporschesource

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lu-sn · 3 months

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— jenny slate, little weirds

#don't talk to me about that little smile on vegas's face i simply cannot #kinnporsche #vegaspete #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul

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khaotunqs · 3 months

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suzteel · 11 hours

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bible wichapas sumettikul as vegas theerapanyakul

kinnporsche: the series (2022) - episode 9

#kpanniversary2024 #kinnporscheedit #kpedit #kinnporsche the series #kpts #kinnporschesource #vegas theerapanyakul #bible wichapas #userboots #userspicy #userdramas #asiandramasource #dramasource #dailyasiandramas #suz creates #kinnporsche #*kp

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iwantoceans · 3 months

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yes & no by Natalie Wee

(inspired by @kissporsche saying these lines reminded them of vegaspete)

#vegaspete #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #kinnporsche edit #vegaspeteedit #vegaspete edit #vegaspete textpost #mytextpost

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theplottingapp · 1 year

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Look in all seriousness you can't redeem a character without showing them being pathetic, deep loser energy. There are no cool redemption arcs. They have to be in the trenches. They have to hate themselves for the mistakes they made. They have to apologize and take whatever is given be it forgiveness or a punch to the jaw. ONLY then will the redemption arc be actually good because it will be cathartic. And then they get to see the good things, they get to be touched gently and held while they sleep.

These things can overlap, even into a circle but without the pathetic loser boy saga your redemption arc will feel hollow.