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MY FRIEND, I ABSOLUTELY CAN!!!! 🥰 Starting from the beginning...

PART ONE: ORIGINAL FILMANIA PRODUCTION & FATE

It’s 2019-20, you’re Mile Phakphum Romsaithong, a very rich socialite who plays guitar. You’re bored and you’ve been thinking about getting into acting, and have been offered misc. BL casting opportunities before (1), but never really felt like any of them were For You, so you turned them down. 

Then, one day, you find out that there is a BL currently casting from the studio Filmania, where the male lead is based on you (2), at least your public persona/physically/whatever. Being a puppy of a man, you are delighted, and go read the script, and then the books, and decide you’ll go to the casting call for it.

At casting call, you re-meet Apo Nattawin Wattanagitiphat (3), who you went to college with and had a giant crush on (4). You guys hit it off IMMEDIATELY, chemistry unhinged, and get cast as Kinn and Porsche. Apo takes it, even though he has historically had a bad experience with the Thai acting industry (5). You are delighted by this incidence of FATE!!!!!!

PART TWO: IF YOU DON’T HAVE FATE ON YOUR SIDE STORE-BOUGHT IS FINE

The show gets dropped (6) Something something the authors, something something the company, whatever. I assume, if you are Mile, you are very sad! And if you’re Apo you’re also pretty sad, because it seemed like for once even with all the industry BS you had a cool dude on your side who you hit it off with, and it was gonna be a cool show. On the heels of that, if you are Mile, and have stacks of money, and see your college crush who is an unbelievable actor about to re-give up on acting and call it a wash, you are like, “wait, I have stacks of money and know everyone”.

So you, Mile, call up the head of the small talent agency you’re signed with, Be On Cloud, which is really just your buddy Pond Krisda Witthayakhajorndet in a fake mustache and a trench coat, and go, hey! So! Have you ever wanted to make television? I have a man here I CANNOT allow to be sad under any circumstances, and also, we’re really good at this and there’s an audience here.

PART THREE: BE ON CLOUD, KINNPORSCHE TAKE TWO!!!!

Pond, being just as unhinged as Mile, thinks about it for a second, and is like. Well. How different can making television be from running an event planning company, which is my real job (7). It’s just calling up a bunch of different guys who are good at their jobs and putting them in one place. And I know so many different guys! Let’s do it!

They get the rights (handwaves this I don’t know anything about it) and jump into production. They get their shit together UNREALISTICALLY quickly (6), and on top of that, since they’re starting from scratch and they’re just A Bunch Of Guys led by Pond and Mile, they decide that their priorities are #1 making art and #2 making Apo happy. With regards to #1, they rework the script (8), hire the best acting coaches money can afford, and put the cast through character-building and intimacy workshops. With regards to #2, they toss out all the industry bullshit that has sucked for him in the past -- no more crew/cast hierarchy (9), no more homophobia on-set (10), no more fake fanservice (11).

FINALE: MIRACLES IF U BELIEVE ETC.

Magically, it turns out, when you create a great working environment, you get really, really good TV!!!!! Which means that their unhinged plan succeeded beyond their wildest dreams, and now Mile & Apo are internationally famous superstars who hang out 24/7 with their squad of 16 close friends, and we get to watch them do it. And it has been, genuinely, a fucking privilege. 

To end this tale with a personal note, one of the reasons I allowed myself to get so invested in KinnPorsche so fast is because it was evident from every aspect of it -- the show itself, the BTS, the actors interviews -- that the people working on this show both really cared about the show and were genuinely having a great time. There is nothing like seeing art made by people who are passionate about making it! 

Their enthusiasm, their hard work, and their obvious enjoyment of the process & each other’s company are what made me feel like I could trust what they were making, because you could tell no matter what else it was, it was from the heart. And that’s really something special! Especially in this day and age!! 

Friends to scare away the Horrors 💖 (nope was probably my fave movie of 2022 but also: screaming forever constantly etc)

WHAT ARE THEY EVEN TEACHING KIDS NOWADAYS!!!!!! you are exempt from this complaint obviously as you ARE the only one out here educating the youth

well maybe you SHOULD be reading people’s hats then huh. have you thought about that

ive also recently descending into clownery so 1) welcome 2) sorry 3) james ransome bill hader?? how man handsome ? ? mods?????? 4) lmk if u want fic recs

1a. [NONE, THERE IS NO HAPPINESS IN MY WRITING]

1b. Sam was not going to get beat at the last minute. He drew in a breath and belted out a flurry of operatic yelps.

1c. He plucked absently at the violin as he spoke; it was Boccherini, a merry little passacalle.

2. “That’s my baby, he’s so -- unique,” Sam said, showing teeth. “Come on, Bucket, we gotta go.”

3. Since he had the notebook anyway, he made another tab to list the things he could and could not eat. He did not want to repeat the mistake with the cheeseburger.

If you have any interest in playing and/or knowing about the 5 Rule Snapped Drinking Game (As Made Up by My Family) let me know and I will happily share its secrets with you. & happy early birthday btw!!!!

oh my sweet baby. i’m so sorry. 

look at this. lord, what a darling heart. what an important beast.

i wish i could make this time not be the worst for you. i guess i would just say that it is okay to be miserable for a while. i mean, not OKAY, it SUCKS, but….you don’t have to be mad at yourself about it, or try to not feel it. Sorry for referencing this lorrie moore passage for the 900th time BUT it’s so good and I think about it so often.

You couldn’t pretend you had lost nothing. A good cat had died — you had to begin there, not let your blood freeze over. If your heart turned away at this, it could turn away at something else, then more and more until your heart stayed averted, immobile, your imagination redistributed away from the world and back toward the bad maps of yourself — of pointlessness — the sour pools of your own pulse, your mean and watery wants. Stop here! Begin here! Begin here with Bert!