#more like saturGAY

[cowardstiel]

GOING TO THA GAY CLUB ON SATURDAY YAAAYYY

[saturnsatyr]

idk as it gets a little colder the idea of making a little burrow and maybe getting some snacks and taking a looonnnngggg nap sounds pretty good

[heretherebedork]

Wandee Goodday

The boxing BL we've been waiting and praying for with purple and yellow and a doctor and a fighter and all the drama and all the sweetness and, yes, it's more fake dating but at least this looks like interesting fake dating! @absolutebl Saturgay!!! And also yessss @respectthepetty definitely purple and yellow motifs going on with them!

[happypotato48]

Wandee Goodday EP 5 Unhinged Tangent Thoughts

Finally it's brainrot saturgay. we're back with a dumb homo, himbo bisexual, the cutest domestic hubbies in existence, tired acesexual eyebrows, and dr. 666 himself (i still can fix him!)

Well well well if it isn't the look of a dumb whore who is in too deep with this fake relationship. Dee i know you already imagine a nice big house with 2.5 kids, 2 dogs and 1 cat future with this man... oh wait that's me nvm then.

i bet Yak also remembers how many HJs, BJs, and all the other Js he received.

Oh hi baby i've missed you so much. now save these morons from themselves with the power of poorly made sextumes.

You took too long, now your candy's gone, that's what happened!

He's so happy how well his sextumes are received. Ahhhhhhh! he so cute! i can't, i RAK him so much, this eyebrows is my everything.

ตาคิ้วหนาาาา!!

I will be joining @lurkingshan in the recovery ward of saint framboise, hospital for the gays and the gals. and i'm expect many more will be joining us soon. for this scene is a mass casualty incident.

Why are you both still has thoes things on your heads. my first instinct in this kind of situation is probably to get rid of the very noticible kinky headband on my head. forking amatures.

Kawaii Dick!! i name him dick-kun.

Karma sure is a funny bitch. her comedic timing is impeccable.

God bless this mess.

Ok this show finally made me cave in and bought that tacky elapant pants that i used to associated with foreign tourists. turn out they are very comfy. man, i shouldn't let white people dictated my fashion sense. live and learn i guess.

Speaking of fashion sense. this look is definitely not working for you Yak.

Can you blame him! i too would be this cray if i have someone as hot as Yei as my bf.

My money is on a loan shark. i will forgive you for this one lie, Oye.

I have to remind myself sometime that i was not like other kids. cause i definitely would be bored out of my mind with this kind of stuff as a kid.

Two dick jokes in a row. NICE!

I can still fix him! no really i can i just need the right tools.

I love that even though i saw these two fucked each other nasty before. the anticipation of them kissing is still very much present.

This is a nice intermediate ep, not a lot happened but we get to spent more time with Yak and Dee growing their 100% not fake Boyfriendship. they had both met each others close families, very involved in each other lives. and emotionally supported each other. they're good together and they started to realized that. the many looks of Dee "oh shit" is already gave me all the angsts. and from the preview shit totally gonna hits the fan next ep and i can't wait for someone (hopefully Ai Phi Ter) to get punch.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Mainly for me to keep track so I don't miss something... but here's my current and near-future watch list:

Frigays -> My School President | 609 Bedtime Story (a week behind)

Saturgays -> GAP the series

Sungays -> Between Us (cut version)

Mondays -> *recover?*

Tuesgays-> Choco Milk Shake (2 more) | Never Let Me Go (13 dec - 10 eps)

Wednesdays -> 10 Years Ticket (14 dec - 16 eps - yes, I know it's not bl)

Thursgays-> Happy Ending Romance | 10 Years Ticket (15 dec)

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Other shows in the wings waiting to be watched (which I thought I could get to over my Christmas break but looking at the above I'm not sure I'll get through them all 🤦🏽‍♀️):

Semantic Error movie version (9 dec - Viki)

My Tooth, Your Love (Viki)

Big Dragon Series (Viki)

Eternal Yesterday (Viki - if it sounds like a happy ending)

Oh! My Assistant (Viki)

Ai Long Nhai (youtube)

Remember Me (youtube)

To Sir With Love (youtube)

And the Midnight Series when they come out...

I think I've missed a gl that's airing atm - any gl recs happily received! - and I think another Japanese bl will start on Viki soon...

(*I know The Warp Effect will also start soon...but I don't think I will like it. Plus GMMTV have now put the trailer behind a sign in page so if they do that with the series I won't watch it anyway)

[autumatically]

let's talk about my system history! this is gonna be a deep dive chronicling everything i know, so strap in:

the story starts ten years ago, back in high school. (possibly earlier?) one day i was in my dorm room and all of a sudden i just... Woke Up. like i had been sleepwalking for weeks, doing all of my schoolwork on autopilot – but suddenly i was awake and aware of my surroundings.

i tried *desperately* to cling to this sense of awareness, but it didn't last long, maybe 5-10 minutes. then i slipped back "asleep" for weeks, sometimes months at a time, only to "awake" at random intervals. all the while, my life seemed like it was living itself without me.

i was confused and distressed. whenever i was awake i would try to tell the nearest person what was going on – but they didn't understand what i was talking about, and i didn't have the words to describe what was happening. well, i have the words now: it's dissociation.

if you don't know what dissociation is... it's like when you're putting away the dishes, and you get into a rhythm, and suddenly the dishes are done and you barely remember doing them. that's great when it's the dishes – but not so great when it's ten whole years of your life.

and it never got better! i left high school and it continued all through college, all through my parents' divorce, all the way through working full time to care for my mom. my dissociation hasn't ceased. i'm still stuck on autopilot... that's me, Autumn. (hence the name.)

my role started out simple: to be a heuristic. my job was to pick the least difficult option so that we could get to safety and collapse. because these ten years were so stressful, so high-velocity, and so exhausting, that building a shell for this role was a necessary evil.

i learned how to handle class/work related stress by doing the bare minimum to pass under the radar. i learned to handle people related stress by fawning, giving them everything they wanted until they went away. then i would collapse on the bed to recover… and that was my life!

the "random" times that i would wake up from dissocation were never random at all; they were ONLY during times that i was recovering, collapsed on the bed, away from all that stress. a moment of respite just long enough to peek out and say, is it safe now? is the stress over?

so if i'm the Autopilot that helps us get to safety... then when i wake up, i am in Manual control of myself. this makes two of us: Autopilot Sky (Autumn), and Manual Sky (who still doesn't have a name). and for a while, we thought it was just the two of us.

eventually the span of time between "waking up" got longer and longer, as i needed to take on more adult responsibilities – and fawn for my mom. i became more of my own person apart from Manual, finding my own joy and identity... taking up more time and space in our system.

and then one day Manual woke up next to my partner. it was the original Saturgay, January 2, 2021... the day we refer to as our anniversary. i was finally away from my mom and work, in a place comfortable enough to slip out of dissociation for the first time in years.

Manual was never awake for more than five minutes at a time since *high school.* so imagine with me, if you will, a little sheltered christian child who one day wakes up with a trans woman for a partner. the sheer shock of suddenly being in these circumstances...

...both for me, and for my partner, who listened to our story with such love and tenderness as i've never seen in my life. we really earned each others' trust that day. even Manual, who decided that day to trust my instincts, that i'm making good choices for us.

the next few months were some of the hardest i've ever lived, so hard that it maxed out me and Manual's combined efforts. when we would collapse on the bed with our partner... sometimes neither me *nor* manual were there.

it was like we would dissociate even harder into an exhausted state of anxious spiralling, unlike anything we've ever experienced. we called it Empty, because if Autopilot and Manual aren't driving, then who's in the pilot's seat?

those few awful months finally came to a close; my mom moved out, and my partner moved in. in the wake of mom's departure, i felt it was my responsibility to take care of the house... and work full time, and do all the driving, and *everything else.* i was stuck in "go mode"!

so i took on all of the work that my partner and i should have shared, even discouraged her from helping. until i once again worked myself to exhaustion, to an Empty state. and this time, Empty knew that something was *very wrong.* so it screamed, and gave itself a name: Ghost.

"things are supposed to be safe now!! why am i still working myself to the bone?? this is NOT OKAY!!!!!" and ghost was right. but my mistake, as well as its assertion, opened pandora's box: we're now plural, possibly DID – and we can't go back.

ghost didn't just suddenly exist that day, though. it was always there, every time i would fawn and it hurt us, every time doing the bare minimum cost us something important. ghost was a box of that i put all my pain in, and it came spilling out when we were at our lowest.

(celeste fans may think of ghost as the badeline to my madeline)

so now there's a bunch of us! and i can't just hog center stage anymore; we all have to have our input on this life. manual has to help me make decisions beyond just "lesser of two evils" heuristics, and ghost has to tell me when i'm overdoing it and we're in pain.

and more than just helping me... manual needs to be caught up to speed on who we are now, and ghost needs to find its own identity beyond just our pain. we all deserve time to come into our own. i've had ten years running this ship and taking up all our system resources!

...and in the process of finding ourselves, we've found a *fourth:* Rose, who seems to be our traumatized inner child of sorts? she's hit the hardest by our ADHD and anxiety, but she's a fierce friend with her own identity and desires separate from ours.

hopefully we can find room for all of us in this weird little family. but this is why we're making twitters and system bios; i want us to have our own spaces to exist, to be free, to be ourselves. for trusted friends to see us, to get to know us.

so far we've learned to love ourselves and support each other, but now i want to take the next step and give them the support i get back from friends, from dreams, from agency, from *living.* identity is a wonderful gift, and i want all of us to experience it.

we may only have one body, but through the magic of the internet, we can have multiple accounts! 💖

[jimmysea]

ur sets are never flops!! pls don't say that 🥺 just sending over some tgif good vibes and wishing you a 1-more-day-till-saturgay reminder 😽

Justine baby 🥺🥺💖💖💖 being too hard on myself it’s my personality trait JSJSSJ but thank you baby, so much for trying to make me feel better 💖💖💖💖 also can’t wait to collectively lose it over tomorrow episode aaaaaa 😳😳😳😳 Apo my beloved he looks like chicken little in this pic. Can’t believe he looks good even with that embarrassing haircut , god has his favorite and Apo is definitely at the top of his list 🥵🥵🥵

[softlyearning]

@liyazaki nooooo I'm so sorry 🥺 I was suffering alone with angsty kinnporsche thoughts so I figured I'd make other ppl suffer too 😤😭😭😭

I just....love these two characters so much 🥺💕 I haven't read the novel yet, but I think I'd still prefer their show characterisations so much more, the writers and directors are doing a magnificent job 💞 and of course, Mile and Apo are literal acting Gods, bless their talents 🙏😍

That being said, I too would like to yeet myself into oblivion until Saturgay comes around 😔💔 this one week wait is absolutely killing me 😭

So Kinn, this hardened mafia heir (who is openly gay in a world so removed from kindness) has a self imposed rule of never kissing someone, yet he gives his kisses to Porsche willingly, freely.

Kinn, who presents his toughest exterior to the outside world, still fidgets and wrings his hands and stammers over his words in front of his father, someone he's probably scared of deep inside him (and someone who knows exactly what to say, to hit where it hurts the most), because somewhere deep down, he's still a young boy with a caring heart, thrust into this world of bloodshed and distrust against his will.

His father, who points out that Porsche is probably becoming a weakness, and Kinn, warring with his conscience, believes him anyway, because in their world, weakness is preyed upon and that price is paid with life. (And even if he didn't consciously realise it then, Porsche's life is not something he's willing to exchange, for anything in this world.)

Kinn, who says that all of his people are equal in his eyes, almost loses his mind with worry when Porsche goes missing, so much so that he doesn't even trust his best bodyguards to look after an unconscious Porsche when he's finally found.

Kinn, who never got to be a child (because really, his childhood was probably snatched away the day Tankhun got kidnapped) gets two whole days of freedom, and lets Porsche see him. His inner child.

For the first time, he doesn't have to suppress his laughs, doesn't have to watch his back for the next bullet, doesn't have to weave webs of complex words, doesn't have to flail open debtors. He gets to be excited about fishing, gets to marvel at a sunset sitting on top of a rundown truck, gets to share his dreams next to a campfire, gets to wake up slowly and peacefully, gets to breathe.

Kinn, who probably never sang after that one competition in his childhood (how could he, when his father bought the first spot with money) sings awfully just to please Porsche, because he's become just that comfortable with him. Become just that okay with Porsche's gentle teasing and goading, even wants it, just to see Porsche laugh at his expense.

Kinn, who trusts nobody, not even his closest and best bodyguards or his handful of friends and even keeps a distance from his overbearing father, is helpless in the face of Porsche's unbridled openness, his carefree smiles and his unwavering loyalty, and grows to trust him, almost against his will.

Kinn, who tastes his freedom in Porsche in those two days they are handcuffed together, but makes up his mind to let him go, just so Porsche could live his dream when he himself couldn't.

Because Kinn, who had had his heart broken before, chooses to fall in love again anyway.

[softly-speaking-valkyrie]

Unfortunately it's not gonna be another Thursgay like it was last week. But if all goes to plan. It will be Saturgay when I do my ficathon. For today I'm just gonna be writing more Stageshipping, Bumbleby and some White Rose and/or Pyrruby again

[himbohoney]

saturdays more like saturgays amirite??,,im gay

[manyjarsofjam]

saturday more like saturgay amirite

monday more like mongay amirite

[your-stereotypical-lesbean]

More like happy saturgay 😳

Happy Saturday 🌸