My Stubborn is basically the BL version of “I kissed a girl and I liked it”—except it’s “I caught a guy mid-jerk in the garden and accidentally became gay.”
That first episode? It didn’t ask for consent—it Katy Perry’d us straight into confusion and obsession. One kiss, and Jun’s whole life hit the queer reboot button.
This show isn’t just unhinged. It’s a cult. We’re humming the theme song like a hymn, analyzing bathroom glances like sacred texts, and emotionally eating grilled sticky rice while whispering “Sorn, you menace.”
Welcome to the fandom. We don’t know peace, but we like it.
//it doesn’t knock before entering your personal space.//I'm very glad it didn't. 😂 I was enjoying it to…
RIGHT?! It just kicked the door down and said, “Hope you’re emotionally ready—because we’re starting with trauma and temptation!” And honestly? I was living. Jun’s spicy evolution arc is about to be the hottest mess I cheer for. Sorn really said: “Welcome to Gay Bootcamp. Day 1: flustered. Day 30: menace.”
I can already tell that this series will have a very exclusive audience. 😁 But darling, we're going to have…
Oh absolutely—a very exclusive club, velvet rope and all! This is giving cult classic in the making, and baby, we’re founding members. Unhinged, chaotic, borderline illegal… but hilarious? Bring on the madness!
Some folks are calling the beginning of My Stubborn soft porn—and hey, I get it. It’s bold, it’s steamy, it doesn’t knock before entering your personal space. But here’s the thing: it’s not just there for shock value.
That scene? It’s a metaphorical sucker punch to Jun’s identity. It flips his whole world upside down in under ten minutes. It’s not about the act—it’s about the awakening. The raw confusion, the vulnerability, the instant magnetism. It’s messy, it’s awkward, it’s real.
So while it looks NSFW, the emotional core is doing a lot of heavy lifting. It’s not porn—it’s storytelling in a tank top with no chill.
Oh I went to my mom's for Easter and thought. let's have a quiet peaceful holiday. So far so good only to come…
Who are THEY? Girl, I saw one glance and my brain said, “Pack your bags, we’re living here now.” I’ve already set up camp, built a shrine, and applied for emotional citizenship. I’m not just watching—I’m spiritually squatting!
Oh I went to my mom's for Easter and thought. let's have a quiet peaceful holiday. So far so good only to come…
HAHAHA welcome back from holy land straight into unholy BL territory! I just gently suggested it… Don’t blame me for your sins, hon—blame Sorn’s sinful screen time!
I was NOT prepared for My Stubborn to come at me with that opening scene. Sorn getting all… introspective in the great outdoors, while the kitchen montage casually cuts to someone pounding food like it’s MasterChef: Sensual Edition?
I swear, I will never look at a mortar and pestle the same way again. Cooking? Cancelled. Mashing? Banned. I’m ordering takeout until further notice.
My Stubborn really said: “Closet? Never heard of her.”
Jun’s peaceful, straight-coded life gets absolutely wrecked by one wild encounter that turns into a full-blown identity crisis. Cut to two years later—he’s interning at a company, and guess who shows up like a sexy ghost from gay past? Yep. Him.
Now it’s office tension, unsaid feelings, and chaos in tight pants. No chill, no boundaries, just vibes. Watch it—but maybe not in public.
I categorize shows based on how they make me feel, and I originally put it into the 'Cheerful' category but it…
Totally! This show said “quirky chaos” in the trailer, but delivered “emotional support in soft lighting.” Definitely an afternoon hug kind of BL—low stakes, soft sweaters, and vibes over plot. And honestly? Sometimes that’s all I need.
oh, hello again....you forgot tomato juice. We're being haunted now LOL
Ohhh you’re right—how dare we forget the sacred tomato juice?! No wonder the ghost of bad prop choices is haunting us now. We’ve angered the vampire aesthetic gods. LOL
Kim smiling like a lovesick golden retriever? Oh honey, the simp era has begun. Man’s already weaponizing his bros to hunt down Wuthering Heights for Mon—peak literary-grade tool behavior, and I’m living for it.
GMM’s on a bookish streak lately: Babe was clutching Shakespeare in The Heart Killers, Tong had his Austen moment in My Golden Blood, and now Mon’s out here summoning Cathy and Heathcliff like it’s AP Lit. Someone give their props manager a raise.
Also, of course Per found the book. He probably highlighted it in The Heart Killers before transferring schools to this show. Canon? Let’s pretend.
The wipe-the-mouth trope? Eye-roll city. But these baby gays are selling the high school fluff just right. I’m not above it. See y’all next episode.
Fluff, fluff, fluff—a perfect escape from reality.
Your Sky of Us Ep.3 is the final layer of cotton candy in this sugar-coated BL sundae. No angst. No drama. Just sparkles, sneakers, and surprise gifts.
Muenfah and Teerak both go full rom-com cliché: each secretly preparing a surprise for the other—graduation present, anniversary gift—you name it. Because in BL special episodes, the formula is sacred: • One soft occasion • One grand gesture • Two boys in love Add light jealousy and at least one slow-motion hug = Chef’s kiss.
It’s giving: “Spring dresses and sneakers” energy—unexpectedly perfect, endlessly rewatchable.
Did this series reinvent BL? No. Did it wrap me in a blanket of serotonin and whisper “poon poon” in my ear? Absolutely yes.
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That first episode? It didn’t ask for consent—it Katy Perry’d us straight into confusion and obsession. One kiss, and Jun’s whole life hit the queer reboot button.
This show isn’t just unhinged. It’s a cult. We’re humming the theme song like a hymn, analyzing bathroom glances like sacred texts, and emotionally eating grilled sticky rice while whispering “Sorn, you menace.”
Welcome to the fandom. We don’t know peace, but we like it.
That scene? It’s a metaphorical sucker punch to Jun’s identity. It flips his whole world upside down in under ten minutes. It’s not about the act—it’s about the awakening. The raw confusion, the vulnerability, the instant magnetism. It’s messy, it’s awkward, it’s real.
So while it looks NSFW, the emotional core is doing a lot of heavy lifting. It’s not porn—it’s storytelling in a tank top with no chill.
I swear, I will never look at a mortar and pestle the same way again.
Cooking? Cancelled. Mashing? Banned. I’m ordering takeout until further notice.
This show is unhinged. I love it.
Jun’s peaceful, straight-coded life gets absolutely wrecked by one wild encounter that turns into a full-blown identity crisis. Cut to two years later—he’s interning at a company, and guess who shows up like a sexy ghost from gay past? Yep. Him.
Now it’s office tension, unsaid feelings, and chaos in tight pants. No chill, no boundaries, just vibes.
Watch it—but maybe not in public.
GMM’s on a bookish streak lately: Babe was clutching Shakespeare in The Heart Killers, Tong had his Austen moment in My Golden Blood, and now Mon’s out here summoning Cathy and Heathcliff like it’s AP Lit. Someone give their props manager a raise.
Also, of course Per found the book. He probably highlighted it in The Heart Killers before transferring schools to this show. Canon? Let’s pretend.
The wipe-the-mouth trope? Eye-roll city. But these baby gays are selling the high school fluff just right. I’m not above it. See y’all next episode.
Your Sky of Us Ep.3 is the final layer of cotton candy in this sugar-coated BL sundae. No angst. No drama. Just sparkles, sneakers, and surprise gifts.
Muenfah and Teerak both go full rom-com cliché: each secretly preparing a surprise for the other—graduation present, anniversary gift—you name it.
Because in BL special episodes, the formula is sacred:
• One soft occasion
• One grand gesture
• Two boys in love
Add light jealousy and at least one slow-motion hug = Chef’s kiss.
It’s giving: “Spring dresses and sneakers” energy—unexpectedly perfect, endlessly rewatchable.
Did this series reinvent BL? No.
Did it wrap me in a blanket of serotonin and whisper “poon poon” in my ear? Absolutely yes.