#bangkok night

[riderv328]

誘惑のにおい。/ Three women.

[yotarosuite]

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2023

Fujifilm X-T5 / XF70-300mm f4-5.6

by YOTARO Suite #bkk

[onecanbehere]

FINISHED. If yall can hype it up that be so cool (o^^o)

Can you tell I love chess

[leonardcohenofficial]

murray head going from originating judas on the jesus christ superstar concept album to fucking both peter finch and glenda jackson in sunday bloody sunday to doing the absolute worst american accent ever heard in chess really puts him in a league of his own

[zadokthepriest]

by Teemu

[shubaka]

Feeling Unwell (this was an attack on me directly)

[theneondreaming]

[kitsuneroach]

merry early decemberween! inktowbew #5. presents is my favorite d'ween 'toon.

[gaykarstaagforever]

Lyrics don't matter if the song is cool. "One Night in Bangkok" is a guy rapping about how he can't do sex because he likes chess too much, and everyone loves that song.

[asiansinboots]

Another night in Bangkok! lol

[riderv328]

厨房を窺う。/ Through the serving window.

[yujeong]

Time was at a standstill. Vegas was holding his breath without noticing, and continued to hold it when he did - he was afraid of what would happen if he exhaled loudly enough to draw attention to himself. His gaze was shifting between Pete and the man who was standing before them in the doorway, blocking their entrance. Vegas had never seen him before, but even so, he recognized Pete in him enough to know who he was. A dangerous aura surrounded him. There was an edge to his presence that Vegas would only come across people of certain circles. He was a fighter. A muay khao. Pete's father. Shame coursed through Vegas' body, smearing his skin, settling in his lungs, rendering him speechless. I thought he was dead, he wanted to tell Pete if he could. He wanted to scream at him, I thought you killed him. Pete was the one who broke the stillness. As if awakened by something, he took a half-step back and made a motion with his arms, almost raising them to his chest, but not quite. In an instant, Pete reverted into the pet Vegas had been keeping at the safehouse, bound by handcuffs and afraid of his belt hitting flesh and drawing blood. A lump formed in Vegas' throat. "Have you stopped practicing? Your form is off." The uncanny similarities between Pete and his father appearance-wise didn't mean a thing when it came to their voices. Vegas shivered. Was this what Pete would sound like in a few decades? (Were these the condescending words he'd choose to spew? Was Pete going to embody his father? Was Vegas embodying his?) "What are you doing here?" Pete whispered. "They let me out for a few days, so I came here to collect some money. Imagine my surprise when I found out my offspring left the job someone found him worthy enough of doing to... do what exactly? Yaai didn't want to tell me." He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer. Vegas didn't know what he was allowed to say. If he was allowed to say anything at all. "It's none of your business." "I'd say it very much is my business, as well as yaai's business who was dependent on the money you were making being some rich asshole's human shield." A choked sound scratched Vegas' throat. He didn't like getting reminded of Pete being the main family's bodyguard, even though he stopped being one mere months ago. Especially like this. That was the first time Pete's father stopped looking at his son and turned his head to look at Vegas. For a moment, there seemed to be recognition in his eyes. Did he know who Vegas was? Did he care? A snort came out of his mouth. He leaned on the door. "Oh, I see how it is." He laughed, scratched his neck. "I never expected you to whore yourself out for money. Tell me, is it preferable to the path I carved out for you?" Vegas could sense the disgust in his voice. He could also see it on Pete's face. He was too astonished to share it, but not enough to be unable to speak. "Khun, there has been some misunderstanding-" "Don't bother. I can recognize a faggot when I see one." Pete's movements were too fast for Vegas to stop him. A direct jab to the nose; his father fell like a pack of cards, groaning like a wounded animal. Surprisingly, no blood - Pete held back. Vegas didn't know what to think about that. "That was a pathetic attack, even for you." "Get up." "We're not in the ring, son." Pete growled. Vegas could see his hands trembling as he was keeping them in the air, maintaining an offensive stance. "That never stopped you before." "You were too young to understand what I was doing back then. What I was preparing you for." Pete was silent. "The world isn't kind. It'll fuck you over one way or another." He got up, spat on the ground. "You still haven't learned a thing. You're too old to afford being naive." He turned around, and without sparing a look at Pete again, said: "Now get the fuck out of my house." (For @musictooth, whose posts about Pete's father have reignited my passion for this specific concept and for @wretchedamaranth, whose comments on my writing are always lovely and precious ❤️)

[muppetjackrackham]

haven't talked about chess in a hot minute but i think we need to bring back some of the synthpop arrangements from the original concept album for songs like the arbiter and one night in bangkok because whatever benny and björn put in there is better than prozac

[thehyperrequiem]

♟️👑

I could totally see Cal Suresh singing this song!

It makes sense when you think about it.

[atlasandacamera]

Bangkok, Thailand

[nattaphum]

Simply them.