Butter - BTS
He usado Shazam para descubrir Butter, de BTS https://www.shazam.com/track/570834839/butter
Butter - BTS
He usado Shazam para descubrir Butter, de BTS https://www.shazam.com/track/570834839/butter
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JK Rowling on Grindeldore. We’ve seen snippets of this video but not the full thing. Until now.
Credit to @blue-debby for being (I think) the first person to find this info and put it out on tumblr.
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Skam France + Elu’s first and last kiss.
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kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life lucas & eliott + every time they marked the other with a kiss
😍😍😍😍😍
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Anonymous asked:
I.... love the idea for the sugar baby fic. Lmao
Right!!!?!?!
HAHAH I can see the whole trope play out in my head.
- Lucas is walking down the busy and crowded street. He’s got his earbuds in, scrolling through his phone; distracted (hey Lu man let’s get our head out of our ass pls and thx)
- And usually he is never in this part of downtown, that really swanky part of downtown you know, with the tall, tall buildings with the warped and shiny glass where people can’t see in but everyone can see out. That part where all the really important people spend their time (work? is it called working) But Lucas is on his way to meet someone. For lunch, and his friend so happens to work in this district at an entry level job. And Sometimes they like to hit up the cool eateries around there for the sake of feeling important and over their smaller than normal portions of salads and sad expensive sandwiches, they giggle at the snobby peeps around them.
- But Lucas is walking, distracted, and looking all sorts of out of place-- in his over sized knitted sweater and ripped jeans, beanie hanging half off his head--among all these pretty people in their suits and ties and Italian leather shoes. And it happens really quick, you know. Where he walks past a coffee shop with those sky high doors. A coffee shop where the scent coming from it smells more expensive than the monthly rent you pay. And someone bumps into him.
- It’s all chaos and immediate scramble of limbs as his creme sweater quickly colors a shade of dirt brown and the skin of his chest starts to burn--because that shit is hot. And fuck, his phone is covered, it’s somehow flung out of his hands. He distinctly hears the sound of his wallet shattering as the screen immediately gets covered in spider cracks upon impact with the sidewalks. And has it been mentioned that the streets look oddly cleaner in this part of town?
- “Ah fuck!” is his response but really it should be “ow fuck” because it still burns but Lucas thinks loosing his phone and staining his fav sweater is more painful. He feels fingers gripping his upper arms and when his eyes look down he sees perfectly manicured fingers, very handsome hands holding him. He follows the arm-- sees the crisp, clean, and white cuffs, shiny, shiny cuff links and the wrinkle free (wow he didn’t know fabric could look like that) suit-- and his eyes trail up to the beautiful eyes of a stranger, and really what color are his eyes? And he sees concern.
- Perfect bowed lips pulled down displaying a worry that Lucas can’t comprehend because this man is a stranger and Lucas is practically a little bug in his way.
- “I am so sorry about that, are you okay?” And wow his voice does some kind of thing to Lucas’ lower half. Lucas proceeds to think of ways to bottle the sound for those lonely nights. He is not very successful. He watches as strange handsome man steps back, hands running through a perfectly groomed head of hair, looking normal and untouched by their interaction. He’s looking down at the stain on Lucas sweater like his world is destroyed, even bends over to pick up the shattered phone, face a pretty look of regret. And Lucas has no clue how to proceed.
- “Let me, here, I should replace this. Do you want a coffee first?” He offers this like he wasn’t the one that just lost his caffeine fix on a random boy’s shirt. Lucas cocks a brow.
- “Oh, uh. No you don’t have to.”
- “No I, insist. Please.” And really who was Lucas to turn down an invite twice.
- That’s really how he finds himself an hour later, after one of the best lattes his tongue has ever tasted (like liquid gold. Can coffee taste like liquid gold?) standing in front of one of those tri-fold mirrors looking at himself in possibly the most comfortable over sized sweater that he has felt in his entire life, where the knits where tighter than his friendship with Yann. And he is twisting and turning, biting his lips because he doesn’t know if he really should go through with this. There wasn’t even a price tag, but from the set up of this store (palace?)--golden racks with the bare minimum garments hanging, white leather couches for customers to lounge on-- Lucas thinks that this will become the most expensive thing he will ever own and that might include his student debt.
- Behind him, Eliott, sits on the couch watching him very very intently as he models the sweater. There is some kind of look in his eyes and Lucas can’t pin it down (really he just wants Eliott to pin him down).
- “I like this one.” And it’s almost like, with the simple wave of his hand Lucas suddenly owned the sweater. He wears it out of the store. Before they part ways at the entrance Eliott hands him a box. Lucas feels like it’s Christmas because he tears through it like a little kid. Finds a new phone, way better than that knock off brand he bought off ebay,
- “I had them transfer the data from your old phone into this one. I hope that’s okay. You’ll find me in the contacts. Please don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. It was really nice meeting you Lucas.”
@bluronyourradar i need You write this!!
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Anonymous asked:
prompt if you're taking it!! exes to lovers again pls?
ANON i’m sorry for getting to this late! uhhh no finished fic but here’s a snippet, i guess? of an aborted exes to lovers au idea i once had and just couldn’t power through (because i suck) 😅
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untitled exes to lovers snippet
“—And that’s why we’re of the position that complete renovation of 58 nuclear reactors could potentially be economically devastating,” Eliott said coolly from across the room.
Lucas’s eye twitches.
“—Other options appear equally credible and infinitely more financially sound. Take for example, natural gas. Such an investment couldn’t possibly cost us billions in—“
“I’d like to point out,“ Lucas cuts in acidly, arms crossed as he leans forward and ducks his head to speak into the mic. He narrows his eyes at Eliott from beneath his glasses, the handsome face of the man across him going hazy and distorted in the spots where fluorescent refract off the dust motes floating around the room. “Contrary to what Mr. Demaury’s saying, nuclear power still has a large potential for future expansion. Assuming we were to implement on a large scale, given the availability of uranium and thorium technology - third party studies have repeatedly shown that the amount of economically exploitable fuel resources would be enough for nuclear power to provide centuries’ worth of—“
“Exploitable?” Lucas looks across, startled, at the forest fire igniting in Eliott’s eyes. Shit. It’s a decisive - and stupid - word. It’s akin to giving Eliott a hand grenade and waiting for him to strike the killing blow. “So you admit it, Mr. Lallemant, that your company has plundered—“
“That is neither here nor there, Mr. Demaury,” he snaps, and Eliott smiles, all white teeth and half-moon eyes. He has him. He has Lucas.
It’s fucking infuriating.
In a way, he’s had Lucas for quite some time now, but Lucas doesn’t really want to think about specifics at a time like this. When he’s doing what amounts to semi-drivelling seat warming at these things for his bosses who’d rather not subject themselves to multiple rounds of internationally sanctioned mudslinging.
Thirty minutes pass like nothing. The moderator calls for closing statements. Eliott gives his with a genuine sense of affable charm that’s inevitably endeared him to lobbyists and NGOs. He’s the darling of the opposition’s fundraisers for a reason. Lucas has always envied this a bit, but not in the sense that one would think.
That smile had always been just for him.
“You’re shivering.” Eliott drapes his jacket over Lucas’s shoulders. The warm heavy cotton instantly suffuses Lucas with a tingle of heady affection. “They said the bus line was having problems today on twitter, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to come and see how you’re doing. And fuck, I’m glad I did. Baby, look at you. You’ve been here, what, twenty minutes?”
“Yeah,” Lucas says, pink tinting his cheeks. “You didn’t have to come all the way to the stop. I told you I was fine going home alone today. No need to finish early for my sake.”
He’s still getting to this whole having a boyfriend business. Still getting used to falling asleep with his cheek pressed on Eliott’s shoulder as they ride the metro together. Handing him a bowl of reheated pasta, covered in unhealthy amounts of cheese, the way he likes it. Grinning at each other after they dance like madmen in Eliott’s apartment to the soft sounds of pop-rock, an auditory compromise between his and Eliott’s tastes. Teeth nipping against Eliott’s lips with each vowel he sounds at as they fuck against the couch, Eliott trying to make him come untouched with sheer girth and precise aim…
“Bah,” Eliott dismisses with a smile, bright and reassuring as he whips an umbrella out of his backpack. He follows it up smartly with: “A wet hedgehog is an unhappy hedgehog.”
Lucas hums, hooking an arm over Eliott’s bicep as they begin walking together in the rain. “Not if he’s wet in other, better ways…”
Eliott laughs, squeezing his waist. Lucas shivers - against the cold or Eliott’s touch, he can’t tell. He doesn’t really care at this point. “That was so bad.”
Lucas buries his nose in Eliott’s shoulder. “You like it, though,” he mutters, grinning. “Terrible lines are a turn-on for someone with terrible taste.”
“Performing the elusive self-drag, I see.” Eliott pinches the skin on his side.
“Enlighten me, M. Demaury. Which part of that is a self-drag?”
“Well,” Eliott begins patiently, guiding Lucas gently as they step over tiny puddles. Fuck, it’s impossible not to swoon at this rate. “If I have terrible taste, as you claim, then you’re indirectly saying I shouldn’t love eating you ou--“
“We’re in public!”
“Yeah, and I can’t wait to be alone in a room with you proving just how superior my taste really is.” Eliott’s hand slides over to the small of his back, lingering there for a heartbeat — a promise of something more.
Today, he’s doing utterly routine work, parroting soundbites prepared by him and for him by half a dozen suits. His mind wanders. He hasn’t seen Eliott again since yesterday afternoon, when Eliott cornered him in the men’s restroom and asked—no, demanded—to know if he still had the same number.
Onstage, Eliott glows. But in dingy fluorescent, his face looks tired and almost too grown-up. A chrysalis of the boy he’d once known before.
Lucas, stunned, had told him he’d never blocked Eliott, anyway. It’s a half-truth. He’d blocked Eliott on all his socials the day after they broke up. After a year, some self-reflection, and an effort to earnestly move on, he’d unblocked. He figured back then that it was the perfect time to test if he could stand to look at Eliott’s photos without breaking down or bursting into low-key hysterics.
Turns out, Eliott never really posted much after their break-up. It’s been three years to the day, and Eliott hardly posts photos of himself anymore—only of black and white photography, film stills, and the occasional apartment photo. The most personal post Lucas recalls is a boomerang video of Brian slithering across the carpet. Apparently, it isn’t only Eliott who thrived after the break-up; Brian’s obviously immune to Lucas mentally cursing him in his head every single time they were within two feet of each other all those years ago.
Lucas never likes or engages. Just watches the feed. He himself isn’t big on posting about his hook-ups anyway—not like any of them mattered. He goes back to posting random desk selfies, photos of his friends, and food photos. Inconsequential shit he’s accumulated over time.
When he’d told Eliott this, it was his turn to be startled into silence. “Lucas, I—“ he’d began, then aborted.
“I have to go,” Lucas mutters, throat feeling dusty. He pushes past Eliott, their clothed arms brushing together.
It’s as if a switch lights off inside Eliott. With surprising quickness, Eliott’s hand shoots out to grab his wrist. Lucas looks at it like a starburst of shrapnel buried in his hand. “I’m... I didn’t think I’d see you again. Ever. Will you - come to dinner with me?” he says, a little roughly.
There’s a glimmer in his eyes. Pleading? Hoping? For what?
Lucas tamps down that stupid part of him that wants to lean closer and get a better look.
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Anonymous asked:
Do you have any fics or elu writers you would rec?
Okay, are you ready for this? I was working on it all day and i'm sure i forgot many many other amazing writers. Also, i put the link to ao3 in general and not to every fic because i would loose my damn mind over it 😅
Here you go:
@bluronyourradar - Neighborhood watch series and They never were mine and Velocity and White Picket Fence and gosh, MTea is just wonderful, ao3: Onyourradar
@lepetitepeach - my personal favourite is La Lune et le soleil and Maybe it starts now series and i told you something safe (something i never said before), but Nat is always a good choice to read, everything from her, ao3: petitepeach
@pxspeur - Honey you should see me with a crown and Chasing stars - so touching, i cried. Ao3: altereliott
Mooncalves and thestrals by sakhmet on ao3
@xxminuitestlaxx - heartburn, ao3: fluffyhorns_11_67
@let-them-lovexx - social media au all mixed up (so good i love ittt)
@dcmaurys - i'll hold you like i do (still hoping for part 2), ao3: paracosmists
@eluincorrectquotes - If by any chance, ao3: chelouple28
@starryhedgehog - my everything (this is such a wonderful piece 🥺🥺, and every single story by drew), ao3: starryhedgehog
@blueoswin - La lune à 3h du mat, ao3: BlueOswin
@lumierelovers - do i have to pick? It's impossible but ok engrave your touch onto my skin, ao3: lookoutlovers
@choupichoups - Blue and Press F, ao3: choupichoups
@livvyblxckthxrn - it's nice to have a friend and with great power, ao3: bluesxrgent
@mauuvelesbian - coffee shop au (i love this 🥰), ao3: ghostlypup
@pinkplanetaries - The most beautiful view, ao3: strangeparties
@kritiquer - always you and the book i read was in your eyes, ao3: kritiquer
@unquaintly - short days, long nights and phinomena, ao3: juliettes
@imonlyusingthisforfunhaha - you look cute in my sweater, ao3: Alt_er_Lucas
@lifeisevak - i've been waiting here, ao3: dinglefirst
@tawmlinsun - you just float through, ao3: laurenswriting
I sincerely apologize to people who are amazing writers (every one of you are amazing!!) and i forgot about you.
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Anonymous asked:
there will be a sweet surprise between elu. David only told maxence about that, axel only found out about that scene when he received the script. David talked about that with russian fans last may
anon, WHAT
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Thinking again...
So, Eliott met this girl, was nice to her, was trying to help her, saved her from the drugged dude in the hotel, was actually her friend, her safe place, her first choice to call in heavy times.
Lucas said his fears out loud to the girl, his worry, she told him it's not the case and she doesn't intend to drag Eliott down with her, she calmed Lucas down that it won't be like that, only to do exactly that on friday night.
She called out Eliott's insecurities and fears. He trusted her enough to tell her about it and she used it against him just because she was feeling like shit. Why should be other people happy, when she's not, hm?
She drank, bought Eliott drinks, talked shits about Eliott's boyfriend who she doesn't even know, stripped herself in the club, Eliott fought for her and they ended up at police station.
Lucas, who was assured before that this won't happen got a call just to hear that exactly that happened. I can't imagine his worry.
Eliott was probably feeling sick from the alcohol plus his treatment, together in his body and from what it looks like he's still not okay.
The girl comes to their flat, Lucas tells her "He needs rest, you understand?" and she's saying things like "But you can understand that I want to see him?"
Someone tell me Lucas is overreacting or that he was too harsh, seriously, like, bitch, I would burn out whole Paris with my anger. His reaction is still pretty mild or at least pretty accurate. It's his boyfriend who Lucas loves and cares about and on friday/saturday night was probably scared as hell about him.
He has all the right.
That's all.
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Guys, chill.
Lucas didn’t say "go destroy yourself" as if he was telling her to do so, but more like "if you’re gonna destroy yourself, don’t involve my boyfriend."
He’s not telling Lola to go destroy herself.
That being said, they’re both teenagers, they’re both stupid and they’ve both done stupid stuff. Don’t be too hard on them, they’re trying to do the right thing.
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Anonymous asked:
how can you be sure that lola came there to feel better and not to see if eliott was ok. how can u dismiss her feelings as selfish? that’s your priority. eliott, who was so kind to her, more than any one she knew, who cared for her and made her feel safe. of course she want to know if he is ok. have a little heart
exactly. he was kind to her, opened up to her, laid his fears and insecurities all out for her, and she crashed him and used it against him and she knows it. she reached out and he didn’t answer, she went to his work, she went to his flat, and she made it all about herself - she needs to see him, she wasn’t well and she needed to call someone and eliott was an easy target because she knew he would come to her and stay with her. here’s a fragment from a very interesting article about addictions: “When addicts know they are loved by someone who is invested in them, they immediately have fuel for their addiction. Your love and your need to bring them safely through their addiction might see you giving money you can’t afford, saying yes when that yes will destroy you, lying to protect them, and having your body turn cold with fear from the midnight ring of the phone.” Lola knows it and she used it and now she feels guilty and wants eliott to tell her that it’s okay and that he’s not mad at her, it’s textbook addict behaviour. I’m not saying she doesn’t have a right to worry about him and I understand why she wants to know if he’s okay and apologize to him, but I don’t think she’s doing it 100% selflessly.
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annoyed lucas fancam for the tl
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Lola: *spews bullshit about Lucas to Eliott*
Fandom: "she is suffering too, don't blame her"
Lulu: *lashes out at Lola*
Fandom: "WOW HE SHOULD NOT HAVE SAID THAT HOW INSENSITIVE WHAT A WAY TO VILLAINIZE"
Like, remember when he gave his consent to Lola to do his part with that reassuring nod? When he told(basically foreshadowed) Lola about how he is scared she might bring Eliott down but still trusted Lola. And what did he end up seeing? His worst fears came true. Eliott, drunk, beaten up protecting Lola. The alcohol fucking up with his meds and making him a mess. Because of whom? Because of Lola(please I'm begging you to see this from Lucas' point of view) tell me if you were him, wouldn't you lash out as well? Say insensitive things on the spot(without realising) so stop being so holier than thou and putting the blame on Lucas. Skam France isn't villainizing him. You are.
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"It's just one second."
Lucas:
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let's sit back for a second.
there is a very fine line between stable and... well, being not. mental health is very fragile in the way that one fucking stupid word is enough of a trigger to push you back 10 steps and get your head underwater - i would know.
it's hard to see eliott like this. after meeting lucas it almost felt like a given that we wouldn't have to deal with his bipolar, or at least not in such a explicit way. but we wanted our season main, didn't we? and well, here he is.
some might argue that doing this at the begining of episode 9 was a big stretch. BIG. i kinda agree, and kinda not. i agree in the sense that i'm not completely heartless, that i wanna see eliott be free and happy with lucas and nothing else, because we've suffered enough as an audience and i think we've earned it. i also don't agree.
i don't agree, because skam is about realness isn't it? real life doesn't understand about beginings or endings. it doesn't care about season finales. so in a way, it makes sense that it doesn't matter if eliott had an episode two months ago or two months for now. eliott's brain won't think 'oh, let's wait until finals are over and then, and only then i can make you flip your shit'.
for those who think this is a year of eliott healing thrown down the drain: that's not how mental illnesses work, especially bipolar. you can heal a twisted ankle to the point where two years from now you won't even remember it happened. most mental illnesses though? they're cronic. they always stay at the back of your mind. fucking always. a mental illness is not something to fix, it's something that you learn to live with for the rest of your life. it's something that stays, that doesn't heal, although eventually the good days will overthrow the bad days. but it's still there.
so if you think this is throwing eliott's progress down the drain, you're offending not only eliott's character as a whole, but a whole fucking community out there too that deals with relapses every single day.
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let's sit back for a second.
there is a very fine line between stable and... well, being not. mental health is very fragile in the way that one fucking stupid word is enough of a trigger to push you back 10 steps and get your head underwater - i would know.
it's hard to see eliott like this. after meeting lucas it almost felt like a given that we wouldn't have to deal with his bipolar, or at least not in such a explicit way. but we wanted our season main, didn't we? and well, here he is.
some might argue that doing this at the begining of episode 9 was a big stretch. BIG. i kinda agree, and kinda not. i agree in the sense that i'm not completely heartless, that i wanna see eliott be free and happy with lucas and nothing else, because we've suffered enough as an audience and i think we've earned it. i also don't agree.
i don't agree, because skam is about realness isn't it? real life doesn't understand about beginings or endings. it doesn't care about season finales. so in a way, it makes sense that it doesn't matter if eliott had an episode two months ago or two months for now. eliott's brain won't think 'oh, let's wait until finals are over and then, and only then i can make you flip your shit'.
for those who think this is a year of eliott healing thrown down the drain: that's not how mental illnesses work, especially bipolar. you can heal a twisted ankle to the point where two years from now you won't even remember it happened. most mental illnesses though? they're cronic. they always stay at the back of your mind. fucking always. a mental illness is not something to fix, it's something that you learn to live with for the rest of your life. it's something that stays, that doesn't heal, although eventually the good days will overthrow the bad days. but it's still there.
so if you think this is throwing eliott's progress down the drain, you're offending not only eliott's character as a whole, but a whole fucking community out there too that deals with relapses every single day.