#Pran Songs

[thymo-leonta]

gmmtv let bad buddy rest 2k25

[paalove]

the way please please please isnt not a patpran song

[juzorei]

HOLY GODDESS OF SURPRISE!😳

What in the world of magic is this? I really wanted a performance of them singing My word and Our Song together or something like a mashup of these two.🥺 And THEY SAID, "Here, take it!" and gave us a whole performance!😭💖

Im singing "I want it, I got it" here.😭🥺❤️🌍

[sunstream7]

Bite Mark in the Shape of the Sunflower State- prologue

>1712 words

Horrible and Awful. All of it. The uniform, the dorms, the overbearing adult presence. Never in her life did Chiara think she’d be missing the New York public school system. But at least that school let her wear pants and her jacket and didn't make her take out her piercings?! Her fully healed industrial piercings?! (They could confiscate as many as they wanted. She always had backups)  And most importantly, people left her alone. For the most part. Chiara has two friends, three if you include Delilah, but that was a given. Well. Had. She would call them friends, but they were across the country, and the only proof of their existence was a scrapbook, a polaroid she kept in her battered wallet, and the little buzz of her phone. 

| thoughts and prayers chia

| Be nice >:( She’s going to love it!

| our chiara? loving saint sara whateverthefuck? i stand by my thoughts and prayers

|Don't listen to him, you’ll love it and have a great time! <3

Cute. At least someone could find the humor in it. 

| ill take thoughts n prayers

| dels dad has been in there doin paperwork for like fifteen minutes

| u think theyll put me in solitary confinement

Careful to not snag anything on the charms, Chiara stuffed her affectionately deemed ‘brick of a phone’ into her messenger bag and tugged her headphones back on. She wasn't listening to anything, but nobody needed to know that. At the very least it was a pretty campus- students mingling as they came back from summer break. Maybe if it was another public school they’d let her jump a grade. Or drop out. No dice on the latter. But if it just so happened to be a better world, she’d be up a grade. The curses of an august 23rd birthday. Right in the middle. Double edged sword. She would've been the youngest in the grade above, or the oldest in the grade below. Youngest would have been preferable, but apparently being ‘not socially developed enough’ was cause to keep her at home for another year. She wasn't ‘not socially developed’ she was just a skittish kid and quiet around people. She grew out of it fast enough when dumped into the unforgiving terrarium of a school cafeteria. (She hadn’t, but apparently telling people off for bothering her was better than silence.) 

A gentle tap on her shoulder knocked her out of her train of thought, and she reflexively jolted up, startling the person a little.

“Hello. Chiara?”

Goddamnit. More administration. 

“Yes. Can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Nurse Lynn. Nice to meet you.”

His voice was almost welcoming if it didn't seem so scripted. Chiara just stared blankly at his outstretched hand for an uncomfortably long few seconds before he pulled back and cleared his throat, seemingly trying to recollect himself.

“First, I wanted to welcome you to Saint Sara Belle boarding school.”

Alright. She wasn't in solitary confinement, as far as she knew.

“And actually, I’m not just a nurse; I’m also the supervisor for your group. Do you remember hearing about that?”

Shit. She thought Del was joking about mandatory groups. Eh. It couldn't be that hard. she’d made it her full time job ditching presentations and assemblies back home. Home. No. This was her home now. Sant Sara Belle was, on technicality, her home. That wasn't right, her home was that two bedroom apartment with the cream carpet and the scuffs on the chair rail and-”

“Chiara? Are you alright?”

That voice was more sympathetic, she guessed. Sympathetic or concerned. Nurse Lynn had crouched down a bit to her level. It wasn't sympathetic, it was patronizing. He must've been able to see her bristle too, taking a quick step back with wider than normal eyes.

“Is everything-”

She cut him off with her own words, trying to curb the usual bite of frustration.

“-Yes. I did hear about the group.”

If Lynn was going to press, he certainly wasn't going to anymore, pausing for a moment to recollect his thoughts.

“That's right. Every once in a while you, me, and some other students will get together after class and just hang out.”

She’d take the solitary confinement over that hellscape. Maybe there were enough kids that she could slip out unnoticed. No, Del would be there. So she’d have to be an alright example. Then again, she’d watched her older sister break a man’s ribs before, so some ditching can't be that bad. 

Lynn just continued talking, surprisingly not put off by her blank stare.

“I actually have a list of all the group members if you want to get acquainted with their names beforehand”

He rummaged in his pockets for a moment before pulling out a folded sheet, which Chiara snatched from his hands and scanned the unfortunately short list of names.

Shiloh Fields

//////////////////// J.B.

Everett Gray

Ayla Hawthorn

Jeremy King

Nate Lawson

Bae Pyoun

Chiara Ramones

Pran Taylor

Aside from the name that was scrawled out and replaced with two whole letters, there was a lack of a second Ramones sister.

“Where’s Del.”

Her voice must've been harsher than intended, as Lynn’s brows furrowed slightly before that customer service smile returned.

“Your sister is in a group with her age group, so I’m sure she’ll have more fun, and this lets you be around people your own age!”

The list crunched under the force of Chiara’s grip, and Lynn clearly saw how she tensed as he gently tried to coax the paper from her hands.

“I’m sure you’ll have a great time, everyone in this group is very… unique!”

Ah. unique. Code word for ‘this one is a bit fucked up, but we cant say that.’ She knew that much at least.

“Anyways, I was wondering if you’d like to take a short tour around the school with me?”

More of this shit. ‘I was wondering’ no he wasn't. Chiara couldn't get out of this that easily.

“Fine.”

He probably expected more resistance, as the customer service smile was slightly more pleased.

“Oh! And you can just call me ‘Lynn’, no need to use the ‘nurse’ as well.”

She was going to anyways.

She wasn't quite sure how long the tour took, having tuned most of it out in favor of kicking a pebble along the cobblestone pathways.

“And this is the girls' dorm, where you'll be staying. There are two girl’s dorm buildings: One for single rooms and one for double rooms. You got a single room so your dorm building is the one behind me.”

No. That wasn't right. If she had a single dorm, what about Del?

“Single?”

“Hm? Yes. A single room.”

Maybe If Lynn was just a little less willfully stupid, Chiara could confidently call his ignorance malicious. Alas, the cards were not in her favor.

“What about Delilah? Why couldn't I share with her?”

The pleased smile faltered again, that smarmy customer service bullshit was back again.

“We try to keep students in their peer age groups. Delilah is currently in the Elementary section.”

What a fucking scam. She’d shared a room with Del for eight years, why did that have to change now?

It was almost remarkable how Lynn could just keep talking through a lethal glare.

“Now there's one more thing I need to tell you about. The group meetings. We’ll be having our first meeting in just a few days, on Monday. During the tour I showed you those little rooms with tables and chairs. We’ll be meeting in room number three after school. I’ll send you a text the day of so you don't forget. And you have my number so you can always call if you need anything.”

It would be a cold day in hell before Chiara reached out of her own volition. 

“You know your room number? And have your key?”

“Mhm.”

“Then take care, Chiara. I’ll see you soon.”

Lynn stood in place a moment longer, probably anticipating a goodbye before Chiara turned towards the dorms, leaving him alone.

13c. 13c. 13c.

She was on the second floor, so that's something. 

The lock clicked open and Chiara dropped the key in her bag, standing in the bare room. Grey carpets with a weird pattern, Beige walls, an almost pristine bed, and standard wooden furniture.

This wasn’t home.

It was the same size as her and Del’s room, yes, but it wasn't home.

Home had different carpets- with nail polish stains and posters on the walls and pictures and her Ma knocking on the door.

That Icy dread was back. Chiara dropped her bag, sinking to the floor with her head between her knees. Ma wasn't here. Del wasn't here. Nobody was here. It was just her. That little buzz of her phone was the only sound. Blinking away the tears that pricked in her eyes, she fumbled around for it, pulling it out of her bag.

| Are you doing alright, Chia?

| I’m here if you need anything. 

| You know that, though. 

| <3

Fuck. She couldn't stomach looking at that little heart from her. Not right now. A month ago? Yes. She would have sent her own- a second nature almost. 

| im fine

| talk later

Chiara knew that Cy knew her better than she knew herself. It's why they got along so well. Cypress and Chiara. Ma called them a ‘bonded pair’

It’s hard to be a bonded pair when she’s three hours ahead of you, and you likely got your last ever goodbye kiss before a one way cross country road trip.

This really was awful.

Might as well start unpacking physical boxes before she had to unpack mental ones. 

Well. Box, singular. It was almost pathetic how her whole life could be stuffed into a box, duffle, and messenger bag.

Not her life. Her things, however few and far between.

Her life was back home. There wasn't a ‘back home’ was there? Shit. there wasn't. Chiara couldn't go back. There was nowhere to go back to. It was this or their father’s house. This wasn't a home- but Saint Sara Belle was the lesser of two evils. The lesser evil being separated from her sister, alone in a dorm room, thousands of miles away from-

Nope.

Time for boxes.

[itwoodbeprefect]

flashbacks to dialogue that happened less than a minute ago are annoying and a little insulting for obvious reasons, unless it's in bad buddy episode 5 [2/4] and pat is having entirely serious sepia toned flashbacks to fifty seconds ago while almost shoving a set of drumsticks he hasn't even paid for yet up his nose. then it's brilliant and world changing

[airenyah]

my special talents include hearing royalty free music and pinpointing the exact scene of bad buddy where i've heard it before

[asterdust]

MY WORD SHARING THE SAME MELODY AS OUR SONG LIKE BOTH THE LAST LINE OF THE CHORUS WHAT IF I DRIVE MYSELF TO THE NEAREST CLIFF

[dudeyuri]

the thing ticking me off is that squandered potential rankles more than just a bad story. you can argue (successfully probably) that ANY Fucking Up of PatPran is sacrilege squandering but I mean an interesting story WAS THERE. THEY HAD IT, flaws and all. the characterization grew wacker and wacker sure but before that THEY SOWED, OKAY!!!!

There was a chance to interrogate Pat's helpfulness-verging-on-selflessness, Pran's taking advantage of it and subsequent realization that maybe he shouldn't. There was a chance to interrogate what it might be like if they weren't always by each others' side, if Pat wasn't "always there for [Pran]" if they weren't "neighbors" anymore--like, they manifested this in such an extreme way, with Pran and Tian and the kid lost in the woods, and then turned it into a wild goose chase. There was a chance to utilize the parallel between PhuphaTian's conflict and theirs to reach a resolution (and goddamn it they ALMOST HAD IT in the fourth quarter). (There was a chance to connect all this to Pran going to Singapore for two years but that wasn't even on the table, truly we are asking too much). They didn't have to set ANY of this up but they did and twas not reaped let me tell you!!! I'm not crazy, right? This was there, right??? And is the squandered potential in the room with us right now??

It makes me really curious about the circumstances in which the script was written because WHAT

I'm taking the goofy holiday special too seriously I don't know how to have fun yes true BUT LISTEN we can't even walk away from this silly special (spun off from an entry in the romance genre might i add, lest we forget, IT BEARS REPEATING APPARENTLY) with cute fluff because, honestly, call me greedy, but we were denied that too!!

[telomeke-bbs]

BAD BUDDY – ONE OF PAT'S FAVORITE SONGS

So I recently played the Five Songs from Thai QL Tag Game (my responses are linked here), and then read @lurkingteapot's post here, which points out that in Bad Buddy Pat mentions a song that he likes (Never by 25 Hours, at Ep.5 [3I4] 0.35):

So I gave it a listen, and it's really good. It's a simple, heartfelt song about loss, and the horrifying grief of never knowing what you've truly lost until it's gone from your life...

High school Pat doesn't know it here, but he's foreshadowing his own heartache, depression and loneliness that will set in after Pran is sent away, not long after this conversation takes place. 😢

Anyway, here's the music video. I hope you share Pat's good taste in music (if not his powers of prescience): 💖

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[thegayneurodivergentagenda]

Cat & Dog (by TOMORROW X TOGETHER) × Bad Buddy The Series

Turn me from a cat into a dog

Now I want you to take me on a walk

Watch me be the loyalest of all

Ok baby, here’s the leash, purr purr purr

-

Baby baby you give me a halo

I was far from cute before, now I’m an angel

So make room for me, I hope you don’t let go

Cuz I’ve been such a good boy, I hope you don’t say no

(But) oh my gawd

What is this new emotion?

Now I’m such a puppy when you hold me

Feed me love, it’s perfect & you know it

Follow you in circles and no that is not a joke, babe

I’ll walk over the obstacles and be there till the bitter end

I just hope you understand (purr purr purr)

-

I'm the one you can’t keep your keep your paws off

Go fetch, when you say that, I'ma dog walk

Fight for you, In the biggest pack of wolves, They be racing but I’m comin’ in first (woof woof)

Yeah, I like it when we cuddle,

Come to me!

When you get yourself in trouble, I’m everything.

From the soft side to the tough stuff,

Til we cross the rainbow bridge, I’ll be the one you always dream of

Bet nobody else speaks the lil’ language between you & me

I don’t wanna be just friends

It’s no coincidence, it’s a kitty-incidence

They be testing out your patience but I’m here for it

Boy, I promise, so get used to it

Ain’t no stopping me when you walk in

Got me acting up all crazy, let me be your pet

Baby make a lil' room let me get next to you

I was messing, Now I’m thanking you

I learned my lesson

Let’s play forever I just wanna be your dog

BONUS: CRACK!

Cuz I’ve been such a good boy I hope you don’t say no

Cat & Dog (by TOMORROW X TOGETHER) × Bad Buddy The Series

BadBuddy× my Playlist 11/n

[projapotistudiohd]

আমার প্রাণ বন্ধুর বিরহ জ্বালা,Amar Pran Bondhur Biroho Jala,Tumpa Sarkar...

[neonsbian]

the music in bad buddy is so good

[projapotimusic]

নতুন আয়োজন মানেই নতুন চমক মুন্নি সরকার । বুকের ভেতর আছে প্রাণ । Buker V...

[zephyrchama]

Do you ever wonder if the Devildom has silly celebrity TV competitions like The Masked Singer?

A bright green peacock costume graced the TV's screen. The costumed celebrity gripped a microphone and swayed as he sang, commanding all attention from the audience.

"This guy's got a great set of pipes." Mammon was on the edge of his seat humming along to the classic tune. "Twenty grimm says he wins the whole season. And another twenty grimm says that it's Chort."

Satan raised an eyebrow. "I don't think that's Chort. Could he even sing? Plus, didn't he disappear because of his massive debts?"

Belphegor nodded. "I heard he's been trying to dig a river for the last six hundred years. The show's hints made this guy seem pretty great. I think it's Vapula.

"You think?" Satan rested his head on his hand and listened. "He's really good."

Hundreds of long feathers splayed out gracefully from the back of the perforner's costume, as if hypnotizing the viewers.

"I'm tellin' ya, it's Chort. He's probably on here to sweep the competition and pay off his debts. Not a bad plan." A scheme began to take shape in Mammon's brain. "If I call these production guys, they'll be beggin' to have someone like me on next season."

Asmodeus laughed, "you? Maybe in a few seasons after me. I know they're waiting to bring me on as a special guest."

"Wait, really?" Leviathan was only watching in case somebody sang an anime or game cover. Most of the time, he was boredly scrolling his phone and making technical remarks about the costumes. "C-can you take song requests?"

"It's not official yet " Asmodeus clarified, "but I know they'll want me on the show in due time. I'm just worried the mask will hide my true beauty."

The singer finished his performance with a dab and a bow. After racous applause began an excessively long commercial break. Interest in the room dwindled. Nobody cared much about curse insurance.

You hugged a cushion to your chest. Being unfamiliar with Devildom celebrities meant you couldn't play along, but listening to everyone's guesses was still enjoyable.

"That guy reminds me of Lucifer."

Belphegor and Satan made faces like they had just swallowed a frog. There was a beat of silence, then everyone in the room collectively went, "Nah."

"Where is he, anyway?" you asked.

"He said something about a favor for Lord Diavolo," Beelzebub replied through a fistful of buttered popcorn. "Won't be back until late."

"Ah."

When commercials ended, the show began to wrap up. The peacock costume reappeared as the judges tried their hardest to guess his identity. Despite its flat plastic eyes, the costume had a majestic air to it. The masked man still drew eyes even when standing still.

"Last chance for betting," Mammon said. He shook his coin purse. Nobody took up his offer.

With plenty of suspense, the emcee began to remove the contestant's mask. There was a solid minute of the camera panning between the stage, the audience, and the judges.

"Hurry up already." Belphegor tossed a piece of popcorn at the TV.

"I can't believe this!" the emcee shouted.

Asmodeus impatiently squeezed his hands together. "Well? Who is it!?"

"It's...!"

Confetti cannons and bright lights obscured the mystery man's face, yet the audience was going wild.

"I can't believe it!" The emcee screamed.

"If they cut to commercials again, I'm leaving," Satan sighed.

Thankfully, there were no more commercials. There were no more pans to the audience or the judges. There was only one person in the camera's focus.

"Your ruler of hell, the Avatar of Pride himself, the great Morning Star! It's... Lucifer!"

There was a sudden chorus of exclamations. "What!?"

Aside from the television, the House of Lamentation became dead silent. Beelzebub stopped, slowly lowering his hand of food while transfixed on the screen. Asmodeus looked like he was about to cry, having his position on the show stolen first by Lucifer. Mammon looked confused and swiveled his head around, stunned, as though his brothers were pranking him. Belphegor narrowed his eyes with displeasure.

You cautiously eyed Satan, ready to command him to stay if things got out of hand. He just stared at the screen coldly.

Leviathan was first to break the silence. "Wait, really? Lucifer's the peacock?"

"I knew it sounded like Lucifer," you bragged. You raised your arms victoriously. Your cushion flopped onto the floor.

Beelzebub was the only one to commend you. "Good job, I had no idea."

"So it wasn't Chort or Vapula." Belphegor began to drag himself off the couch. "Well, that was unexpected. I'm going to bed."

"What's the prize for this show? How much's he winnin'?" Mammon asked.

"Probably nothing. It's a small appearance fee and the rest is just exposure," Asmodeus explained. Him and Mammon both hung their heads.

Satan got up to grab the remote, mashing the power button until it clicked off. "This show sucks. Let's find something else to watch next week."

[impala124]

Bad Buddy 12

My thoughts on Ep 1 | Ep 2 | Ep 3 | Ep 4 | Ep 5 | Ep 6 | Ep 7 | Ep 8 | Ep 9 | Ep 10 | Ep 11

Me, at the end of this episode:

Oh, we have a 4-year time skip!! Interesting.

Pat, where is the Nong Nao doll? I don't see it on your bed. I need answers right now.

I like the transition from Pat putting down his toothbrush to Pran picking up his own. Very clever.

Pran, quick question: WHERE ARE YOU? I see the view in the background, and that's one of Singapore's most iconic buildings, if I'm not wrong, which is definitely not in Thailand. So, boy, what's your ass doing in Singapore?

At least he's still wearing The Watch, so I have hope. Pran's a yearner through and through, so I expected nothing less from him.

We all agree that Max is hitting on Pran, right? Pran's not having any of it, though.

Poor Pat, he doesn't look too happy when Korn and Wai mention revisiting the old days.

Not the fucking elevator flashback 😭😭. Oh no, the curry Pran made for him after he confessed that he liked him. Man, this shit hurts!!

I, for one, am not at all surprised that Pat joined his father's business after graduation. I could've told you that on the day we first met him.

Sidenote, but why are these 22/23-year-olds lamenting about getting old?

Guys, Pa graduated from university and is making a movie!! My baby's all grown up now!! *wipes tears*

Ok, Wai and Korn each have girlfriends. How about instead of saving for individual dowries, you both just ditch the girls and marry each other? Just food for thought.

But why aren't they bringing up Pat's love life? Is it still a touchy topic? I mean, it's been 4 years, and we don't know what reason they gave their friends for the breakup, though, so we shall see.

What do you mean someone else moved into Pran's room? It should've been preserved as a heritage site. Contacting the people at UNESCO ASAP.

Ink and Pa are on my screen together. My boys might be miserable right now, but at least my girls are thriving.

A high school reunion, you say? If I'm not wrong, Pat, Pran, and Ink went to the same high school. Are they going to MEET at the reunion????!

Wow, Ink misses her high school classmates. Definitely can't relate to that sentiment, bestie.

Pat, sir, is that a smile on your face at the possibility of running into Pran at the reunion?

Not Pat looking solemnly at the memory wall.😭😭

THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Pran is here at the reunion!!!

Okay, so just looking longingly at each other is all I'm going to get for now.

"But some things can never change." Pat, bestie, change is the only constant in life. Fuck everything else and go get your man!!

Are you really playing a game at your reunion if the prize up for grabs isn't something like an accommodation voucher for a night at a mid-budget hotel??

Not the trip down memory lane😭. Y'all are in the same room; talk to each other and put yourselves (& me) out of this misery.

A live performance, you say? And PRAN IS SINGING. Now, don't tell me it's the song he wrote to soft launch his feelings to Pat in high school.

Yes, he is. Pat, are you listening? I know you're hearing it, but are you LISTENING to it?

EXCUSE ME! What was that sweet smile you guys just exchanged? I need an explanation!! NOW!!!

A group photo with them being pushed towards each other, which could be a metaphor for the string of fate always bringing them back together. Love to see it.

Pat, let me introduce you to something called a cab. It's really effective in taking your friend's drunk ass home, especially when your ex is giving you THE LOOK!!

Okay, Pat's on the phone with Pa (probably?) and is complaining about being hungry. You know what you should do, Pat? Go to your favorite noodle shop and wait for your ex to show up so that you can talk things through.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S PRAN ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR AND ON THE PHONE??!!! My brain is malfunctioning right now.

"You said you'd sleep at your house." What in the hell is happening right now?

Crisis averted, the Nong Nao doll makes an appearance on the bed.

Okay, Pran, I see you wearing your 'happy hour' shirt while complaining to your boyfriend (?) about Singapore's air pollution.

One thing about them: they are going to use the fucking sponsored makeup remover on the other. It's quite endearing, actually.

BB Product placement stays superior till the end.

I need an explanation, stat!! Are you still mad I didn't pick you up at the airport? What is that boyfriend-ass statement, Pat?

Pran just referred to Pat as his boyfriend. "We've been together for too long."

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY NEVER BROKE UP IN THE FIRST PLACE??!!! I need a minute to process this.

My reaction till now, everyone, is the fucking Kuleshov effect in action, with me thinking that both of them are sad because of their 4-year-long separation, when in reality, they are just boyfriends missing each other.

Aww, a memory wall in their home.

Finally, THE GUITAR PICK that Pat made for Pran all those years ago makes an appearance!

So, according to the photos on THE WALL, Pat actually visited Pran in Singapore.

I do hope we get a home tour at some point; I'm really interested in seeing how Pran's OCD self blended his life with Pat's messy ass.

Unknowingly, from two people who couldn't be friends, we became two people who were more than friends.

So, they lied to everyone by saying that they broke up and began Secret relationship 2.0

Not them holding their fucking pinkies together when they pass by in the hallway ASFDGHF—

Time and space are just a construct when it comes to me and my blorbos because remember what I said when they were dating in secrecy the first time? I told them that they should have at least one person they are both familiar with to be in the know about their relationship to maintain a successful secret relationship. And Pran IRREFUTABLY heard me because Wai, Korn, Pa, and Ink knew about them this time around. I bet Einstein didn't foresee this coming.

Aww, they even visited Uncle Tong and Junior after they graduated.

I love that the parents aren't still getting along, because in such cases where the rivalry dates back decades, it feels abnormal to not continue doing so. It's almost like sunk cost fallacy but make it about rivalry.

However, I do love the little detail of Ming having to back off during their car face-off because Ming was the one who stabbed Dissaya in the back, figuratively speaking, all those years ago.

Not Pran rubbing the shirt all over his body to ensure that his scent lasts for a while💀 My boy is an actual menace.

Pat, sir, what are you thinking sending thirst pics to your boyfriend AT WORK?

They even held their pinkies together in their high school reunion photo.

Oh, I'm a happy camper because all my ships are sailing smoothly. The irony of Wai and Korn running the bar (where they used to fight with each other on a regular basis) together is just 😂 😂

Wai and Korn are soft launching their relationship, and no one can tell me otherwise. See, Pat is also a KornWai truther.

Pa, sweetheart, Ink was pining for you since she was in high school. I don't think you need to worry about her straying.

Keep up with shoving your couple photos down everyone's throats, though, just because y'all are hella cute together.

Korn does look like a middle-aged Asian uncle when he is complaining about the rival faculties breaking tables. Oh, how the tables have turned.

Yes, Wai, it's your penance for all the mess you guys used to cause all those years ago.

"Guys, I don't mind if you want to fight, but you must get a lover out of the fight, just like me." STAHP IT

Pran went from ordering three wontons to four—that's how you know he's in a long-term relationship, accommodating your partner without any prodding from their side.

Pran's "I brought your dad a bottle of liquor" is a solid strategy. There is nothing Asian dads love more than receiving imported liquor, even if they don't drink. A sure way to win some brownie points.

Kissing in front of the trashcans!!!! Oh, how far they've come.

Ming once again being the most Asian dad to ever exist by just randomly flipping through the newspaper just to appear busy.

As much as I love to hate on his quintessential Asian dad quirks, he is the most relatable of bl dads for me. Is he perfect? No, but I don't think anyone can say that he doesn't love his son.

Ink is accepted by Pa's parents, which doesn't surprise me one bit because she's perfect. PERIOD.

The dinner scene at Pat's house is a callback to the dinner scene in the initial episodes, when the dad was telling Pat to not let the neighboring boy win at any cost. Oh, how the tables have turned! Now, Pat is trying to curry favor with his dad for the said neighboring boy.

MING TOOK A SIP. Told ya, Asian dads just can't resist imported liquor.

The question of Pran's guitar. Did Pat keep it with him this time around too??!!

Ming crossed the LINE to deliver the mail, and Dissaya saw it.

Awww, his mom put it on his bed, which goes in line with my theory about parallels between Dissaya accepting Pran playing the guitar and him loving Pat. So, I'll be taking this as silent acceptance from her regarding their relationship.

I think both of them are ready to bury the hatchet, TO AN EXTENT, for the sake of their kids happiness.

Going off on a tangent for a bit, but bear with me. Let me take a moment to thank @respectthepetty for training me into thinking of love whenever I see the color pink because, what was the paint color the fathers used to draw the boundary between their houses all those years ago? Yes, it was fucking pink. It means that the answer was love all along. They were MEANT to fall in love to bridge the rift between their families. Talk about 'born to be together,' which was the exact sentiment Pran wanted to convey through The Song in high school.

Now, Pat coming into Pran's room through the window is a clear callback to the time Pat did the same to return the watch after Pran saved Pa. However, then he did it to tell Pran to not act friendly towards him in front of others, and now it's to spend some time with him without hiding from anyone, even their parents.

"If not you, I won't allow anyone else to use it. Pran, when I catch you—

Not Pran, my resident menace, trying to wake up the green-eyed monster by mentioning that Wai may have used it before💀😂

Pran's dad providing the meta commentary with his "This show is just so good." comment.

Ah, forehead kisses, my beloved!!!

Man, the flashbacks to when they were kids overlapping with them right now are just the cutest.

Everyone gather around because I just had a very big-brained thought. Remember, in Ep 8, on the rooftop, Pat wanted to share their relationship with the entire world while Pran asked what's wrong with just wanting to keep it for themselves. What if, whatever happened with their relationship after that, was just exploring both their paths? They clearly tried Pat's way first because Pran cared about him, despite his worry, and it resulted in the Ep 11 ending. After that, they took Pran's way and we all saw how it panned out for them. It might've taken them four years, but their parents are kinda onboard with their relationship.

Now that we're on this subject, let me try to provide some context to Wai pulling down the curtain on their relationship. Not defending his actions, but me thinks it was very intentional that Wai heard Pran say that although he's worried about others finding out about their (Pat & Pran's) relationship, he's willing to take the risk because he cares about Pat more. Wai's vindictive ass heard that and went through his montage of Pran lying to me about his relationship with Pat moments in his head and decided to put Pran's words about caring about Pat more to the test.

We get a post-credit scene? Truly the gift that keeps on giving.

Of course it had to be on a rooftop! Wait a second. Pat's birthday is on 23rd April, and the first time Pat slept over in Pran's room is on 24th April. The psychological implications of it all (for me) can't be overstated!!

Pran, my menace-in-residence, was really showing his horny ass by saying, 'The winner can do anything to the loser.' Never change, bestie!!

Well, I got the house tour I asked for earlier. Fucking Architectural Digest could never.

They shut the door in my face, and I said thank you!!

Honestly, I don't think I've even processed the finale yet. It was very pleasing to my lizard brain, that's for sure. I need to sit with it for a few days, and I'll probably write something about my whole experience liveblogging this BB watch and my thoughts on some of the CHOICES made in the whole series. A sneak peek of few things that are marinating in my head are—

Pat associating Pran with home because he feels lost (I was only half-joking when I compared him to a lost puppy following Pran around).

The air of sadness around Pat that just goes unacknowledged for the most part.

Pran associating Pat with freedom because he feels burdened.

Pran feeling undeserving of Pat's love.

Like I said, I'll be thinking about them a WHOLE LOT.

Quick question: Were there any talks of a season 2? Because there are some easter eggs peppered throughout the series that deserve further exploration, and they definitely have issues they need to address and work through as a couple. This ending will only count as an HFN (happy for now) in my book. I'm putting this ending on par with the To My Star ending, and I adored To My Star 2, so there's that. Still waiting for To My Star 3, though that's a discussion for another day.

One thing I can say for sure is that I'm extremely grateful for the fandom that has welcomed me with open arms and engaged with all my ramblings each episode, because let's be honest, it was just a stream of consciousness.

I wouldn't have had nearly as much fun watching the series without you guys. I'll be camping out on the rooftop for so long that I'll be claiming squatters rights for sure!!!

Tagging the usual suspects: @shortpplfedup, @incandescentflower, @starryalpacasstuff, @7nessasaryevils, @greenteadumplings, @grapejuicegay, @madworld-bbs, @usodeshou, @tao-moonb, @fanatic-freakshow @desi-yearning.

[i-got-the-feels]

If our love was a song. If our story was written out to sing along. What kind of song do you think our love would be?

I've now realized what my love is about. I've now realized what my love is about. It's something small that I just can't live without.

The answer I've been searching for. Love is nothing else but you

- Our Song, Written by Pran Parakul, 2023