OKAY series of polls about sock preferences because i'm a curious autistic fuck:

(if you don't wear socks don't answer any of the other questions)

SHUT THE FUCK UP I RLY THOUGHT THEY WERE DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE THIS WHOLE TIME ??? HE FUCKING LIVED??😭

I'm fucking going crazy here, this whole time I really stayed so spoiler free/misunderstood that I assumed his ass was DEAD dead!!!

When Tankhun mentioned Pete looking after him offhandedly at the end I did a full scooby doo noise and sat bolt upright 😭🤡

Me, in tears of shock, flailing my blanket about at midnight on a Monday:

What do you MEAN my fucked up little meow meow got a happy ending??!!

What gets me every f***ing time is that when Vegas gets shot, Pete flinches. For every one of those four gunshots, he flinches. A trained bodyguard, used to firing guns and being in dangerous situation, and yet he flinches. Just minutes before he was participating in an active raid, totally capable and functional, and despite all that when Vegas gets shot, he flinches.

Vegas: i can’t mansplain manipulate manwhore out of this one

Vegas: so manslaughter it is

prompt: haunting

She drifts around the room looking at the books that line the walls, the words written on their spines crawling like insects, indecipherable. She frowns at them and walks away, back to her easel. It’s in front of the window today, glorious sunshine filtering through the gauzy curtains. She takes a moment to look at the grounds outside. She’s allowed to do this because the glass is one-way. She doesn’t remember how she knows this.  There are new paints by her easel. She doesn’t recall when she finished the old ones. Painting comes easier to her than words, like the images are caught up in the spaces where other thoughts should be and are clamouring to get out. Her brush moves like someone else is controlling it– a ghost that lurks at the edges of her mind. Or maybe she is the ghost, an echo left over in the body she now awkwardly inhabits. The thought scares her, so she instead falls into the give and take of painting, watching distantly as she creates without quite knowing how.  She glances out of the window. There are some bodyguards outside, she can recognise their faces without ever having met them, or knowing their names. There’s a new one out there today. He’s tall and tanned, and it seems like he would be graceful if only he could control himself better. Clearly he’s complaining about something, gesticulating wildly. She smiles; it’s nice to see one of the guards so animated.   The man turns around and her expression falls, brush stuttering in its strokes. There’s something about his face that’s unsettling. Like the paintings that fight their way out of her, there’s something screaming in the back of her mind, begging to be heard, but it is just out of reach.  Unsteady hands take the current canvas down and replace it with a fresh one. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, letting the ghost inside of her pilot her movements. Before long there is a sketch– two birds facing one another, wings folded in, perched in silhouette.  She’s not sure what it means, but she knows it must mean something.  That evening, when her brother gives her the medicine he promises is necessary, she hides the pill under her tongue and disposes of it once he’s left.  There is something in her that must be let out. And Namphueng is tired of being a ghost. 

i fell head over heels in love with her faster than the the speed of light. this is my new queen and goddess

bible wichapas sumettikul as vegas theerapanyakul

kinnporsche: the series (2022) - episode 9

i love when pets huff or sigh dramatically. like i am sorry. you're so right. you live such a laborious life. it must be so difficult to take naps and get pet and fed treats and played with all day. really a packed schedule youve got there boss. how do you manage it all. well no matter i'd say it's time for your well earned 7th afternoon nap

🔥 Burnout 🔥

Chapters: 1/4 Rating: E Relationships: Ken/Big Summary: Big wakes to an inferno. There’s heat, and there’s pain; pain like nothing he’s ever felt before; pain that tears through his flesh, carves itself into his bones; pain that claws its way into the very root of his existence. It fills his lungs, choking him, burning him from the inside, too, like he’s burning on the outside, like he’s burning everywhere; and all at once, Big knows he’s going to die. Big lives. He survives the knife and the bullet and the explosion. He lives to hear about the traitor handed over to Kinn by the minor family; the traitor now kept for questioning in a cell beneath the compound. The traitor that had once been Big’s closest friend.

🔥 read on ao3! 🔥

Congrats to Kinnporsche: The Series for winning the Bonus Round!!!

With many horny dramas to be had, Kinnporsche: The Series takes home the crown for being the horniest on main, though many others were not too far behind!

And with that, the chapter on horniest on main has come to a close. If you are seeing this within a week of posting, feel free to vote on the current poll for our next topic for a bracket!

When they are born to play their characters

A little birthday present for @linacies who said they missed Pete

↦ #kpanniversary2024 | prompt #8 | favorite scene