#PatPran marriage is canon now

[pokomumee]

This is for PatPran research. And for the appreciation of how progressive Thailand is about marriage equality and becoming the Mecca of queer romance of all sorts. I'd drink to that. รักนะคะ ประเทศไทย

The Marriage Equality Law has been enacted in Thailand...

The news that His Majesty, the King has signed and approved the Marriage Equality Law was announced in the Royal Gazette today, September 24, 2024. This means that the law will officially come into effect on January 22, 2025!!!

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

What new changes has the law brought into effect?

- Two individuals can marry regardless of gender

- The minimum age for marriage has been raised from 17 to 18 (You will still need parental consent to marry should you be under the age of 20, which is what Thailand considers a "legal adult")

- Thai citizens can register their foreign marriages under Thai Law (I am very happy to see this being specified as I wasn't sure it would be-- big excitement for someone who has a 'foreign' partner)

- Joint Adoptions are allowed

- Spouses have the right to inherit after spousal death

- Spouses can be assigned as medical proxies to make any/all medical decisions for their spouse

- Spouses gain rights under social security law: including compensation and retirement benefits in case of spousal death

- Spouses are entitled to tax benefits, including personal income tax deductions

[SOURCE]

Looking to the future, there is currently a draft for the "Gender Identity Recognition Act" that, I desperately hope, is on its way to parliament 🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾

[snickerdoodlles]

so... secretly fake breakup? because i fucking hate breakup-timeskip shit i HATE it but otoh the already did secret relationship and they were bad at it idk idk

i. i really have no idea. im so confused tbh??

i was pretty convinced there wouldn't be a breakup period because

1.) neither of them bent to conform to outside pressures before and while those pressures weren't their parents, Pat and Pran were pretty fucking defiant about it. as I'm so fond of saying, Pat and Pran have always chosen each other and there's no going back from them being in a relationship. they'd been separated before, they hated it, and right now they're adults and have a freedom their high school selves dont

2.) they've beaten us over the head with marriage/elopement and honeymoon allusions. between last episode with "its a yes" and this honeymoon episode (even tho the honeymoon was constantly undercut by the tension they're feeling from their families), not to mention Pran outright saying he could do anything so long as he had Pat, they're...pretty fucking committed to each other

3.) the sex. like. taking that step isn't huge in the sense that i don't think it'd change how close Pat and Pran are to each other, but previously it felt like they weren't yet ready for that step in part because they were waiting for the fallout with their parents. so them coming together (...pun not intended) in this episode felt more like an affirmation of that and their commitment to each other

4.) it's been said over and over and over that this isn't PatPran vs individuals, but PatPran vs their toxic environment. we literally have Uncle Tong telling them that maybe he can't change the environment by himself, but he won't let it change him. that's quite literally the closing argument of this episode, the last bit of advice imparted on Pat and Pran before they go back to face their families. Bad Buddy doesn't just throw in stuff like that for the hell of it, that advice absolutely means something

4.5) the new song. im still trying to process my emotions over those lyrics so its a .5 until i can read and absorb the lyrics properly but like. THAT SONG

and the thing is i'm so convinced they wouldn't break up, my first thought after seeing the preview was "okay so this is a prank." which doesn't make sense--the previews have done a great job of capturing the vibe of the next episode without spoiling too much, and they wouldn't show a preview that outright lies. but it's such a whiplash and so counter to everything i was built up to expect that i just...can't believe it???? like. i've been pretty good at predicting where this show will go so far. canon always manages to go beyond my expectations, but the narrative has just been a natural conclusion to the threads that were laid down before

but a breakup ISNT

so yeah like. is it a fake breakup??? that honestly still doesnt make sense, but it makes more sense than a genuine breakup??? i wish i had a clue but honestly im so lost as to what this could mean because its just not the narrative we've been watching so far. it's the last episode too, a whole fake breakup + a timeskip + a reunion (whether it's just a reunion between 2 people or a relationship reunion) is A LOT to cover in just one episode. Bad Buddy can handle fast paced narratives well, but that's a lot even for them

I'm sorry nonny, I really wish i had a more coherent answer or reassurances or even just a prediction for you, but I'm just. lost. really, really fucking lost as to what the previews could mean, and tbh I don't know that I'll stop being lost until we see what the fuck is going on in ep12

[snickerdoodlles]

still processing ep11 but in the meantime, i wanna yell real quick about the its ending--

this is the ending (~1k ish or so) for the fic that this WIP snippet comes from. context is pat and pran shared some old fantasies with each other, now they’re imagining some potential 'what if' scenarios together.

generally, i don’t share fic endings before the rest of the story’s finished for obvious reasons, but this WIP’s been chilling in my drive since ep6. i’ve had this written for weeks and i’ve wanted to share it so badly, and then canon gave me that family sharing montage, so here u go: patpran pretending they could visit each others’ families like normal boyfriends

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“Hey Pat,” Pran asks, nuzzling against Pat’s shoulder for comfort. “What’d it’d be like? Going to your place for dinner?”

“…Huh?”

Pran shrugs and doesn’t quite meet his eyes as he says in a lofty tone, “What? Going to dinner with your boyfriend’s parents is important. I know you like to wing it, but I like to be prepared.”

Pat stares at him blankly before Pran’s words finally line up properly in his head in an oh. The scene blooms before him, stealing his breath and shooting him to the stratosphere. Pran, sitting in his parents’ living room, at their table, welcomed and at home because he has every right to be there as Pat’s boyfriend. Pat swallows harshly, his throat tight and itchy with want. “Well,” Pat says hoarsely, “I should first warn you that my dad and I eat from the serving spoons when we’re really hungry.”

Pran flinches back in such visceral horror that Pat can’t help but laugh. “Pat,” Pran says stiffly and disbelievingly, “that’s disgusting.”

“We wouldn’t do it on the first visit,” Pat insists. Pran perks up at the mention of first, and Pat’s heart thumps painfully at the idea as well. “We’d be on our best behavior then! But we’d slip up. Eventually.”

Pran shivers at the ‘eventually’. “Do not eat from the serving spoon when you meet my parents,” Pran implores in an impressively level tone for someone with goosebumps up his arms. “No amount of flowers would make up for that.”

Pat snickers. “You’d have to keep me in line until at least the fifteenth visit.”

“Nah, it wouldn’t take that long.” Pat raises his eyebrows in question and Pran raises his own in turn. “Oh, come on Mr. Dumpling. You’d bring her flowers and gifts every time we visited, no matter how many times we’d tell you not to, and you’d compliment her cooking every bite. You’ll have her charmed in no time.”

“Enough to eat from the serving spoon and still have her forgiveness?”

Pran sighs, resigned and despairing. “Yes. Even then.”

Pat laughs brightly. “Well that’s good. My boyfriend already loves me and all my bad habits, but his parents won’t give me his hand in marriage if they can’t stand my manners.” Pat wiggles as Pran rolls his eyes. “So I’ve charmed your mom; what about your dad?”

But Pran’s already shaking his head. “No need. My dad would love you.”

“Oh? Why are you saying that like a warning?”

Pat grins. “He’ll try to find something in common with you,” he says, mock solemnly, “and he’ll start with music. But we all know you only live on pop.”

His boyfriend is such a brat. “Are you saying I don’t know my concerto?!”

Pran gives out a little shtinck as he tries and fails to hold back his laughter. “Do you even know what concerto is?”

Well, okay, he has him there. Pat straightens and gathers his dignity. “I’d study up before we went.”

Pran buries his laughter in Pat’s shoulder. “Study?”

“Mm!” Pran’s still giggling and Pat presses a kiss to his neck. “See, my boyfriend's very dignified and cultured, so his parents must be too. And I’ll want to make a good impression.”

Pran looks up, still trying to hold in his laughter. “Want me to make you flash cards babe?”

“They’d be much appreciated.”

Pran collapses against him laughing. “Well, I’d have to use you for practice in turn.”

“Oh?”

Pran looks up at him, eyes shining. “Well, my boyfriend's pretty charming,” he says, grin growing as Pat pinks and preens happily at the praise, “and I want to make sure his family loves me.”

He imagines Pran at their dinner table again, and his chest is so tight it takes him a few tries to speak. “My mother would be charmed the minute you walked through the door,” he says, eyes stinging. “Actually, she’ll already love you just from my calls home, but then you’d be so polite and well mannered, she’d be calling you her favorite son by the second visit.”

Pran hides in the crook of his neck again, his flushed cheeks hot against Pat’s skin. “Embarrassing for you,” he mutters, like Pat can’t feel his smile.

Pat shrugs with his unoccupied shoulder. “Maybe. But you better watch out for my sister.”

“Oh, is she the tough nut to crack?”

“Mhmm. My mom’s going to say, ‘Why aren’t my kids so well behaved?’ and she’ll be mad she’s not as polite as you. My dad’s going to say, ‘Pat’s boyfriend is so accomplished!’ and she’ll be mad there’s another person for them to compare her to.”

Pran hisses in sympathy. “I’m gonna have to spoil her a lot to overcome that opposition.”

Pat snorts. “Oh, the spoiling would happen regardless. Give up now—She’s a master and you’re gonna be dancing in her palm for the rest of your life.” Pran snickers. Pat hugs him close and whispers conspiratorially, “You’d secretly be her favorite though.”

Pran looks up, eyes shining through his lashes. “Yeah?”

“Mm.” Pat rubs his nose against Pran’s, unable to resist. “See, if my boyfriend came to visit, I’d want to make the best impression. I’d clean the whole house, do everyone’s laundry, even clean the dishes just for you.”

“Cleaning, laundry, and the dishes?” Pran considers carefully, and then in a tone heavy with unfortunate self-realization, “Yup, that’d do it for me.” Pat laughs and Pran’s grin turns just a bit mean. “Even though I’d already know alllll about your dirty habits.”

Pat gasps. “But I hid them so well!”

Pran shrugs, lower lip pushed out in a taunting pout. “Yeah. But one time Pa wasn’t here to help you clean your room and I found your dirty laundry hiding under your bathroom sink.”

Pat laughs, because he would, and Pran pulls him for a kiss. He sinks into it and Pran kisses the laughter off his lips until he’s dazed with want and warmth.

Pran holds him close when they break apart, keeps their foreheads pressed together. His nose brushes Pat’s on his next inhale. A tear slides down his cheek and gets caught by Pat’s palm still cradling his cheek.

“Hey Pat?”

“Mm?”

“I really hope I get to meet your family one day.”

Pat breathes out, shaky, as he imagines this little fantasy of Pran meeting his true family become reality. He imagines Pran blushing as Pat’s pa brags about him to his customers just as much as he does his own kids, imagines Ma hints for him to bring Pran home with him on his visits growing more and more overt with each phone call home. He imagines getting to know the people Pran loves—his awkwardly shy father, his clever and teasing mother—instead of the petty neighbors of his childhood. A tear trails down his cheek and gets brushed away by Pran’s gentle thumb.

“Me too, Pran.

“Me too.”

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