#jaane queue

[spite-and-waffles]

Context is for the weak. 😂

[surajmukhis]

mildly obsessed with how different the respective energies of their practice sequences are bc akkayan are serving some serious fight-to-death, my-dagger-at-your-throat goodness and mister kanlong over here just has the entire soundtrack of a kdrama blasting while he makes cutesy eyes at thua

[lilacalc]

9-12-20 ap lit homework + my new MacBook! + the book I have to read for extra credit in ap bio 🧡 this blog has been asleep for a while since I’ve been really busy with school, but I just switched to online learning and hopefully I’ll have more time to post

[surajmukhis]

what is it about seeing akkayan in each other's jacket and blazer that just. Hits

maybe it's because of how well it feels like they'd fit the other's role? ayan is smart and kind and clearly would have been a great prefect [except for the brainwashed obedience bit oops] and akk is steadily being established as a character who wasn't always deferential, bit of a troublemaker himself who has sharp, accurate instincts about when and how to lie to get what he needs.

i think both of them recognise traces of their own selves in each other which is what instinctively draws them closer. and it's made so blatant; akk goes from flagging ayan for his dress code violation to wearing said violation with zero complaints. ayan himself handles the prefect blazer with complete ease despite his own disdain for the system.

i'm not going to claim any of this is part of some great foreshadowing or anything but it definitely was a very deliberate choice and i'm sending a fruit basket to the writers room.

[surajmukhis]

can't believe mr. gardener over here really just dropped his broom to break the moment and then instantly fucked off. dusted his hands and called it a job well done

[surajmukhis]

ok but build is so goddamn insane for that little tone switch pete does in the pool scene going from angry and questioning to 'vegas? could you please turn to look at me?🥺' mf had NO right

[surajmukhis]

vegaspetemacau headcanons

aka a long episode of 'can two fucked up dudes and one school kid make up a healthy family? the answer is yes <3'

both macau and vegas hate hospitals with a burning passion. it reminds them of their mom’s illness so the instant vegas’ doctor says he’s improving they’re in the car, yelling for pete to get in. (pete does not get in. the doctor’s next sentence had been to specify they still need to keep vegas under observation. the brothers try protesting for exactly three seconds before they see how the smile falls from pete’s face)

this is not to say pete is indifferent to their discomfort. within the first week, the hospital room is filled with flowers and huge, gorgeous bouquets. the brothers breathe easier without the oppressive scent of hospital chemicals but there’s barely room to sit. when vegas points t out, pete insists they’re from his well-wishers. (yeah ok his bluffing skills are poor. there’s a reason he got his tattoo) ‘i have two well-wishers,’ vegas reminds him flatly. ‘and they’re both in this room.’ macau tosses a flower stem at his face and vegas clarifies: ‘the second one is this doctor.’

it’s not all sunshine and roses but pete does his best to make the most of their situation. mornings mean family breakfast before macau is packed off to university. afternoons crawl by till vegas discovers pete’s uncanny talent with girl group choreographies. those are simultaneously torture and heaven to spectate. evenings are spent watching the worst of thai reality television, something macau claims to hate till he’s yelling at the stupid plot lines just as much as the other two.

(‘oh come on, he’s obviously lying about them being cousins!’ ‘didn’t you say you’re not watching.’ ‘you can’t call it watching if i’m trying to gouge my eyes out the entire time, hia.’)

somehow, the nurses never wake vegas up at the crack of dawn for unnecessary blood tests, which is pleasant but still shocking.

(ok fine maybe pete had a nice, very sweet chat with the medical staff when they woke vegas up minutes after he’d finally drifted off in the early hours one morning. but it worked, so who’s complaining?)

(macau overhears him bc of course he does. he doesn’t interrupt. when pete returns to the room, smiling, with a terrified nurse in his wake, macau has his favourite dessert waiting.)

casual murder-threats aside, the three of them have a fairly uneventful time. a good thing for vegas’ recovery and a shit fucking deal for his attention span. it’s only a matter of time before cabin fever brings with it the fever of competition. 

see this is fun bc vegas is ten kinds of terrifying till you put him in a board game. there, he refuses to cheat, says something about morals and fair play which is unfortunate bc, as it turns out, he really fucking sucks at games. 

pete and macau don’t give a shit. they kick ass at game night and take no prisoners. macau cleans vegas out so bad in the first few rounds that by the time pete flexes his skill at card games, he’s already irritable and betting on stupid shit like going to bed on time. 

(he loses that one too❤️)

when the competition threatens to tear their family apart, all three decide to take a break.

the peace doesn’t last. macau comes back from uni one afternoon, stars in his eyes, smiling all wide. ‘it’s true love,’ he says, dazed. pete and vegas exchange looks. it’s some girl who doesn’t know macau exists.

their amusement dials down to zero fairly quick when macau asks for dating advice, though. 

‘p’pete come on! you work fast! how did you get hia to fall for you?’ 

‘p’pete told me i need therapy.’

pete is affronted. ‘i also said you don’t suck!’ which, really—not the best improvement.

macau gives him a witheringly unimpressed look before turning to vegas.

a very unprepared vegas. taking a leaf out of pete’s book, he goes for honesty. ‘oh uh. my approach was a bit. hands-on. won’t be your style, buddy.’

pete, who has never missed a chance in his life, jumps in immediately. ‘oh yeah definitely not your thing, macau. he called my grandmother up to ask if we can go on a trip three minutes after we spoke properly for the first time.’  

macau frowns, wants to know why but vegas is quick to mumble some nonsense about blessings for their relationship.

neither of them are sure why macau seems to believe this excuse. vegas doesn’t exactly have the best track record, but hey whatever sticks, right?

by the time the doctor is finally ready to clear vegas for release, the entirety of their medical staff is on the verge of quitting, macau has had his heart broken (he ignored their advice and composed a song for the girl bc chay said it works 100% of the time—it didn’t) and vegas has lost a little less than a million baht to both of them through their nightly game sessions. 

‘and you’ll lose a million more,’ pete says cheerfully, helping him into the waiting car. ‘once we’re home.’ 

vegas can’t bring himself to complain. not when ‘home’ sounds so lovely coming from his love. 

macau, getting increasingly good at interrupting their private moments, manages to seat himself right between the two of them. it mends something in all their chests, the quiet moment of togetherness, shoulders brushing as they squeeze into backseat together, driving home.

(the serenity doesn’t last long. macau captures the aux cord and insists on playing them his latest songwriting attempt.)

[surajmukhis]

the very sight of him (pat napat) delights