#yok

[icarusdiesatdawn]

Imagine you're sitting in college and during a presentation someone comes in to announce there's a police officer here for one of your classmates. Said classmates gathers his things and then makes a run for it. Leaving you wondering what kind of illegal business he's got himself into. Then weeks later he's presenting his art project and you ask who the guy in the nude painting is and he tells you oh it's the police officer who came to arrest him the other day. What do you even say to that

[pothame]

FIRST KANAPHAN as YOK in NOT ME (2021-'22)

[bunnakit]

Favorite Gumpa Moments

{Not Me 2021}

{Favorite Scenes}

[mymycorrhizae]

Yok and his fireworks

[scarlettundrhett]

[jacksjoke]

[bird-inacage]

A First Kanaphan Gifset | Eyes that Speak: First as Yok

"Have you ever looked into someone's eyes and knew that person was so different than others?"

[happy-xy]

NOT ME | EP.13

[apathetic-tortoise]

White: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us

Yok: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both

[patpran]

EP.5 | EP.11

[springweeps]

there was definitely a clear set-up for sean to be proven wrong about dan and eventually trust and forgive him, but i’m gland the show subverted our expectations. dan’s betrayal can be considered predictable, but i think it was nuanced and thematically-coherent enough to hit hard. personally, i’m really satisfied that sean’s fears and suspicions were validated; i was tired of the way everyone acted like sean was unreasonable for refusing to completely trust the man that killed his father. i’m even more glad that sean didn’t say i told you so.

it makes sense that gram was the one to spit in dan’s face, even though sean definitely deserved to have that moment. gram is the guy that fights just because it’s the right thing to do. he doesn’t have a personal motive to go after tawi or the police or anyone, he is simply driven by his ideals. sean, though, has always been driven by his experiences. his life was ruined because of tawi, so he joins a gang to take down tawi. he finds out that dan shot his father, so he tells dan to shoot himself.

therefore, in that moment where dan betrayed them, it would have been in character for sean to launch himself at dan, consequences be damned - but he didn’t. his priority was yok. sean could have said anything, and yok would’ve probably thought he deserved it. but all sean could do was push yok’s wheelchair and cry for him. it speaks volumes about the kind of guy he is.

[dropthedemiurge]

What’s Your QL Personality?

I wasn't tagged but I just wanted to think about it and do it :P

Rule: Post 5 different characters from BL/GL/QL that reflect you best but… don’t explain what aspects or at what point in their narrative arc you relate to them so your followers can just judge you in the comments.

Tae Myungha from Love Supremacy Zone

(debated so much between him and Arthit from Sotus S but decided to separate aspects)

Kawi from Be My Favorite

Yok from Not Me

Pat from Bad Buddy

Rain from Love in The Air

I would love to see all my Tumblr friends do it too if you haven't, so if you see this - do it too!

[jupiterliyazar]

Herkese hakettiği gibi bir damla fazlası yok.

[sabaholsun]

''bu kekre dünyada yazık, geçit yok aşka

bir şey yok paylaşacak acıdan başka.''

[luckydragon10]

A Very Hum Bar Songkran

This is for @kpquickndirty, remix welcome.

This is ALSO for @songkranfest.

I've written this super-duper quickly, so it's probably a mess, but that's all part of the quickndirty fun. Inspiration from all over but mostly from here and here.

~~~

Porsche is up to something. Yok can always tell when Porsche is up to something. 

“Only hand-sized water pistols are allowed inside the bar!” Ball shouts out as a small group enters. “You can leave your soakers in the bin by the door and collect them on the way out! Your first drink tonight comes with a free water pistol.” 

Hum Bar is always a festive place, but it’s especially festive during Songkran. Yok has taken care to strew the place with fresh flowers, and she’s placed mats on the floor to prevent slipping, as patrons playfully squirt each other with small, brightly colored plastic water guns. 

Everyone is smiling, and laughing, as it should always be in Hum Bar. 

But Porsche… Porsche is far too quiet. He’s been whispering to the other bartenders whenever he thinks Yok isn’t watching, and his eyes shift nervously left and right. 

He’s doing it again right now. He’s watching the door and muttering something to Jet behind his hand. 

Then Tem comes in, carrying a bouquet of flowers. 

“Now!” Porsche shouts. “Jom, get jae now!” 

Yok’s first instinct is to brace herself to be soaked with water, but instead Jom, Porsche’s most precious and loyal friend, takes both of Yok’s wrists in his hands. 

“Come with me, over here!” Jom says, and he guides her to the corner booth, where Tem has cleared space and is placing the flowers on the table.

Yok has an inkling of what’s going on now, and she wants no part of it. “Stop, stop at once!” 

Porsche comes out from behind the bar, carrying a large silver bowl in his hands, full of water and flower petals.

“Hello, attention please!” Porsche calls out, and the din dies down as everyone turns heads to look at him. “Thank you, all of you, for joining us and celebrating Songkran with us! We’d now like to invite everyone to greet our senior, the wonderful, beautiful, talented, wise owner of this bar, Yok! She’s a little shy, but don’t let that stop you.” 

Everyone laughs. 

“I told you a million times, I am not an elder!” Yok objects. Porsche has tried to pull similar stunts before, one-on-one, in the back of Hum Bar or before a shift, but never in the middle of the night. Never before has he done it on this sort of scale, inviting all the guests to participate.

Sneaky, clever boy. It’s much harder for Yok to refuse, especially as the guests shout and encourage her to play along. 

“Please, Yok?” Porsche asks. He approaches the table and sets the silver bowl in front of her, and Jet places the smaller one next to it. Then Porsche turns on the puppy eyes. 

Yok feels her heart swell. 

She’s objected for years, not feeling like it was her place, and also not wanting to feel old. But…

“Please?” 

How can she say no?

“Oh, all right,” she relents, which causes everyone to cheer. “But let’s make this quick, so you all can get back to buying my booze, huh?” That earns her another laugh. 

So, one by one, the patrons bow their heads to her, and they use the smaller bowl to respectfully run water over her hands until her fingers feel soft and tender. She gives each of them a word or two of advice while they listen with folded hands. Her words are pleasant little phrases that lift their hearts and make them smile. 

The bartenders take their turns after the patrons. And of them, Porsche approaches her last. He holds her hands gently and looks up at her with something eager and desperate in his eyes, and Yok’s heart goes out to him. 

After he washes her hands, she puts her soggy fingers on one of his cheeks. 

“So naughty and stubborn,” she says, patting his cheek, and he has the grace to lower his eyes, even though he still smirks. “You finally found a way to make me cooperate, huh? After, what, four years?” 

“Five,” he corrects. 

“Cheeky,” Yok says. 

“Do you have any words of wisdom for me, jae?” 

What advice can she possibly give him? This boy has already been through things that Yok can hardly imagine. He’s practically a father to his brother, and he carries his family on his shoulders.

But still…

“You’re twenty-three now, aren’t you, Porsche?” she asks, and he nods, smiling. “Do this elder a favor and find someone who will fill your heart with joy and maybe look after you for a chance.” 

At first, Porsche looks stunned. HIs face goes slack, like the possibility never even occurred to him. Then he grins and shakes his head. 

“Aww, but flying solo is best way to—” 

“Did I stutter?” Yok glares. 

Porsche looks suitably terrified. 

“No, ma’am.”

“Good.” Yok pulls out one of the water pistols she has tucked into the waistband of her skirt and aims it at Porsche. “Back to work with you.”

She pulls the trigger three times in rapid succession, and Porsche yelps.