#Charles cannot decide what photo of his to put on there? lol

[kingwilliamv]

There we go lol

#what’s taking it so long tho #Charles cannot decide what photo of his to put on there? lol #or is he trying not to offend a family member who likely won’t be receiving it?

[if-you-built-yourself-a-myth]

Yellow Curtains - Chapter One

Lucas Lallemant happens upon several people online who appear to be living lives quite similar to his own-- maybe even the same. (Or, all the alternate Isaks find each other online when Even becomes famous)

Lucas first saw the picture on his Instagram explore page, at three in the morning when Eliott was with his parents. He should have been sleeping, he supposed, but over the previous week they’d spent together his body learned to gel with Eliott’s at night. He could only sleep with his arm draped over Eliott’s midsection. This problem should have been fixable; he tried to wrap his arm around a pillow, or a bundle of comforter, but the fabric didn’t feel as warm and didn’t have a chest that rose and fell with each rhythmic breath. It wasn’t the same.

Hence, a late-night/early-morning browsing session.

He followed a lot of actors, meaning his explore page feed usually filled with photos from upcoming movies and low-budget indie films from all over the world. Eliott loved that kind of thing. He could sit and watch foreign language dramas, unsubtitled, for hours and hours commenting on the use of color in each scene and the smoothness with which each actor spoke. Lucas had never been one for cinema he couldn’t understand. He appreciated the concepts, and English wasn’t so bad to hear, but it wasn’t his niche.

Really, the only reason he followed so many actors in the first place was to keep up with Eliott’s obsessive interest in obscure titles with equally obscure directors and plot lines. He didn’t know half of the people whose pictures he liked.

 Well, he knew a few. Xavier Dolan posted a new photo. Lucas liked it without much thought. He would always appreciate the man who inspired his and Eliott’s art of a reunion, even if he’d never stayed awake through the entirety of one of his movies.

“It’s in French!” Eliott had yelled at him. “No subtitles! It’s in French!”

“Not my thing,” he’d replied.

“Dubstep wasn’t your thing either, and look at you now.”

“I don’t actually like dubstep, I just love you.”

Xavier Dolan earned his like for the sake of that conversation alone. Lucas treasured when he had the opportunity to tell Eliott how much he loved him in some sappy way. He scrolled down past Xavier Dolan’s post and into a section of related ones, probably all from similar directors. 

In the midst of his browsing, he found his attention drawn to a photo of two blond boys, standing together in a location tagged as Oslo, Norway. Call it fate, call it intuition, but he knew for sure something was different about these two people.

He tapped the photo so it took up most of the screen. One of the boys wore a gray sweatshirt similar to the one Lucas himself had in his closet. The other sported a jean jacket with a small pansexual flag pin on the pocket. The latter boy’s posture reminded Lucas of someone, although he wasn’t quite sure just who. He oozed confidence. If you looked at his face though, he seemed quite shy and timid. Lucas scrolled downward to read the caption.

 isakyaki Congratulations to my wonderful boyfriend, Even Bech Næshiem, on directing his first full-length movie. I love you and cannot wait to see everything else you have to offer.

 Even. The name stirred something in Lucas. He looked at the picture again. Which of the two was Even? Was it the taller boy with the jean jacket or the smaller one in the sweatshirt? He felt like he’d seen them both before, if only in passing, and surprised himself by feeling a tinge of resentment towards the shorter. Maybe they fought sometime? There was that whole mess with Alex, Charles, and those boys a while ago. He clicked into his Instagram messages and shot one to Eliott.

 lucallemant: Do we know Even Bech Næshiem?

 Eliott took a millisecond to reply.

 srodulv: he’s a director

lucallemant: yeah, but do we know him

srodulv: no???

 Huh. Go figure. Lucas turned his focus away from the photo. He accessed his home feed.

Emma and Alex were together tonight (or rather, last night) judging by Emma’s Instagram story. From what he heard from the girls on Sunday, they decided to be a legitimate couple instead of just a wild fling. He wondered what Yann thought about this development. The guilt was definitely still there, from when he made deliberate plans to break Yann and Emma up, because if he hadn’t said anything to Camille about the kiss then they would still be together. He was friends with Alex, sure, but the guy cheated. He’d done it once, and he would again. Lucas didn’t want Emma getting herself hurt anymore.

Chloe posted something yesterday afternoon, too. She must have gone out with Yann to some coffee shop within walking distance. Another thing to feel guilty about. Even though he didn’t totally forgive Chloe for telling everyone she could about him and Eliott, he knew he’d really screwed her over by pretending to be in love with her for so long. Regret-central on Instagram tonight.

He couldn’t force himself to move through everyone else’s posts. He’d probably seen the rest, and if he hadn’t then he obviously didn’t care very much about the people involved.

Instead, he looked back at the picture of Even from earlier.

Logically, he knew he couldn’t know either boy. They both lived in Norway, and one was supposedly somewhat famous, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d seen them both before somewhere—and not just in a foreign language movie.

 lucallemant: did we know him at one point?

srodulv: no

lucallemant: are you sure?

srodulv: pretty sure. why?

lucallemant: he looks familiar

srodulv: there are a lot of people on earth

srodulv: maybe you’re confusing him for somebody else

lucallemant: who would I be confusing him for?

srodulv: I don’t know

 Lucas looked into the poster’s profile. Okay, so the shorter boy in the photo was Isak. Even was the taller, then, the one with the crazy hair and the sweet smile. The familiar one. He scrolled through Isak’s photos of the two of them together, noting at one point a girl who looked a lot like Emma. Something fishy was happening here. He’d never seen these people before, and yet it was as if he had seen them every day for his entire life.

 srodulv: Could be the dynamic

lucallemant: what do you mean?

srodulv: they have our dynamic lol

srodulv: the artist and the grumpy one

srodulv:  ❤️ ❤️

lucallemant: haha

 Lucas turned off his phone and sat back against his headboard. Eliott had a point. He could recognize Even because he seemed similar to Eliott in interest and posture-- that’s what it was. His phone buzzed.

 srodulv: here, you can really see it here

 Eliott attached a YouTube link for something. An interview.

Lucas tapped to pull up the interview on YouTube and clicked on the subtitles. If he was to put them in French, they would be auto-generated. Auto-generated subtitles were never trustworthy, so he’d just have to watch the interview with English ones and fumble through the gist of what each person said.

“Where did the two of you meet?” asked the interviewer.

Isak laughed and turned to Even. “Do you want to tell him?”

“Kosegruppa,” said Even. “Thank you, Vilde.”

“And how did you get the chance to talk with him?”

Again, both Even and Isak shared a glance and a giggle.

“He took all the paper towels,” said Isak. “All of them. Then he asked if I needed one, handed me one from the trash, and invited me outside to smoke a joint with him.”

Lucas paused the video. He met Eliott at a group meeting, didn’t he? He first saw Eliott sitting in the back and they made eye contact for a beautiful moment. Afterward, when they met at the bus stop, Eliott took all the candy bars and offered to smoke a joint with him. That was… similar, to say the least. He made a mental note to Google kosegruppa later. He pressed play.

“And you found that charming?” the interviewer prodded.

Isak threw an arm over Even’s shoulders and stood on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his forehead. “Of course I did. I was in love with him from the moment we locked eyes. I would have kissed him right there if it wasn’t for Emma.”

The interviewer leaned inward, closer to the two boys. “Who is Emma?”

“Emma is my ex-girlfriend.” When the interviewer looked concerned, he clarified, “It’s okay, we’re on good terms now.  Everything’s smoothed over. She sat down right next to us and started—”

“—sharing the joint!” Even finished. “It was so awkward! I couldn’t make her leave. But I guess things worked out in the end so… sorry, Emma!”

Again, Lucas paused the video. When he and Eliott were at the bus stop, the exact same thing happened with Chloe. The exact same thing. When he looked at Even’s easygoing expression again, he realized he’d seen the same one on his own boyfriend’s face dozens of times. This was starting to get a little creepy.

He closed the app before he could watch the rest, and sent another message.

 lucallemant: did you watch that interview?

srodulv: yeah

lucallemant: with subtitles?

srodulv: they didn’t have French

lucallemant: watch it

srodulv: it’s three

lucallemant: you’re not sleeping

srodulv: how do you know

lucallemant: you’re answering me

srodulv: maybe I am answering you in my sleep

lucallemant: they met the same as us. Watch the interview, please

srodulv: I can’t, I’m asleep

 If Lucas didn’t love Eliott so much, he could have strangled him.

He reopened the Instagram app to explore Isak’s profile once more. He could distinguish the main characters in Isak’s life from the posts: Even, three other boys, and the girl who reminded him of Emma. Maybe she was Emma, the Emma Isak referred to in the video interview. This was all too bizarre. He also was a part of a four-friend crew, had a tag-along in Chloe for a while, and had a first-and-only kind of boyfriend. Lives don’t get much more similar than that.

He figured he might as well send a message, ask about it. Isak probably wouldn’t even see it in his inbox, since he dated a film director and their relationship seemed to be quite popular. He would not even notice the new message on top of all the others.

Lucas typed the words into the box and hit send before he could convince himself to do otherwise.

 lucallemant: Hello, I saw your interview and it was kind of crazy. You met Even the same way I met my boyfriend, complete with an annoying intervention. If I may ask, did you ditch a double date to have your first kiss?

#skam france #skam #elu #evak #skam france fanfiction #skam fanfiction #lucas lallemant #isak valtersen #eliott demaury #even bech næsheim #i hope this doesn't suck too much #and i didn't miss too many typos #i probs need more editing but yolo we'll see how this does

[simgerale]

BL:G2 HEIR POLL !

i never thought we’d get here…..mainly cause i’m slow with this sigh sorry but ALSO not sorry cause i like character development (even in a rinky dinky legacy)!! 

i hope their expressions show their personalities well (~: but if you still cannot decide (or if you’re willing to be swayed), i’m putting details about each kid under the cut! as well as the poll link! ha suckers you have to read it anyway! or skim over it but still!

R O M A (moodboard)

loves painting late at night

enjoys taking dumb photos of things she likes even though she’s not as good as she used to be

tells jokes……too much

like way too much

and sure they’re good jokes but ?? still roma geez

was bullied as a kid but learned to embrace her genes

she likes grape flavored everything now lol

then she got really sick and almost died BUT DIDNT

met this drunk guy named danny and became bffs even though she also sorta liked him

and of course he was her “almost” first kiss

dated a guy named atlas as sort of a fling to get her mind off danny until said guy had to go to college

things didn’t work out with danny cause he is a mistake maker™

she wants to travel the world, but will settle for the country

has ambitions to sell her art and photos as a career forever!!

J E R E M I A H (moodboard)

is a giant geek for anything related to music

big fan of ray charles

played the piano since he was a wee kid!!

had a hard time making friends, so he got a pen pal

he also got a crush on this pal

wrote a song about them

but then jeremiah found out why his pal wasn’t replying anymore

he always had issues with anxiety and school, including bullies, and eventually also got a bit of depression after the pen pal incident

his best friend was always his sister, no matter what age he was

likes his breakfast a little more than any other meal

his favorite time of day is the evening

wants to move to oasis springs one day cause he likes western movies and i guess thinks ? deserts relate to that

is getting good at singing!! his songs needed a voice and he thought “why not mine?”

still struggles with random bouts of sadness, but otherwise he’s been better (~’:

now, no matter who wins, i will share bits and pieces of the loser’s story (fahucjiduga LOSER wow i feel terrible) to sort of…connect dots and make it more cohesive? plus, i want to keep everyone informed! and i want to do both their stories so of course i’d do this!

but seriously i couldn’t pick. trust me when i say i love and wish to share both their stories, which should tell you they’re both interesting hmm? simply: if roma wins, we will continue sort of where we left off, and if jere wins, we will skip a couple years into the future (i’d probably do a loose recap queue on what happened with roma).

GOOD LUCK AND ALL THAT JAZZ!!!!!

POLL LINK (you can vote for both if you’re undecided!)

POLL CLOSED

#this took a while to link all those posts ugh #but it's worth it!! i know some of you just hopped on board #or hopped on board recently #hey ale if you don't want to catch up manually this can act like a summary of things #it's not detailed but if you have any questions let me KNOW #BL:G2 poll #I TYPED G2 AND GOT EMOTIONAL

[quill-ink-parchment]

Day 12: Cambridge

I set out on this quarter century trip of mine as a sort of Harry Potter pilgrimage - I mean, the whole reason why I even decided to come here was because of the HPatCC tickets that I'd bought way back in November last year. But today was a pilgrimage of a different sort: I went to Cambridge, the city in which the couple I revere most studied. Mr Lee Kuan Yew and Mdm Kwa Geok Choo studied law here in the years after World War II, and I wanted in particular to see the Bridge of Sighs, because they took a photo on Kitchen Bridge with the BoS behind it. (Incidentally, they filmed the May Ball dance scene in The Theory of Everything on Kitchen Bridge too.) I reached Cambridge at about 9.10am, and I had no clue what to do or where to go. So got myself a cup of hazelnut hot chocolat from the Hotel Chocolat, which I've been meaning to try. The chocolate whipped cream is amazing. After that I went to have a poke around, and saw Great St Mary's Church, and then went back to the visitor's info centre when it opened to get an idea of what to do. I bought a ticket for punting because I wasn't about to miss it again after stupidly not doing it at Oxford. Luckily, it was cheaper to buy tickets at the centre, at least for the brand Spudwhateveritis. Yeah, I do so make a good travel blogger. Not. Then I considered going on a walking tour.there were two kinds, and I went with the one that included admission into King's College, which was the one with the famous chapel that was completed in the time space of 100 years. My tour guide was an elderly lady named Jane who is extremely well travelled and well-read, and lovely to boot. She'd been to Singapore four times already and said that she loved it. She even KNEW the fall of Singapore, and that's saying loads because I've told my friends, hey, today is Total Defence Day, and they're like, what, really? Anyway, so she brought us round to the Cavendish Laboratories, where she told us a story about a girl named Anne Bell who married a scientist as she'd promised when she was a little girl, and then their son and grandson discovered some x-ray crystallisation technique that advanced the discovery of the structure of DNA. She also told us about Corpus Christie and how the term nosey parker originated from that college because of an actual dude with the surname Parker who has a ginormous conk and went around eavesdropping on and interrupting others' conversation. Hilarious, that. And the Corpus Christie building opposite the Cavendish labs actually don't have toilets so the students living there have to go out to take their baths. And that the building is held together by mostly dirt. Then afterwards she brought us to the Eagle, which is the pub that Watson and Crick frequented. There's a window at a room at the top that's always opened, because legend has it that there was a fire and a young girl died in that room, and if the window was ever closed again the building would catch fire. It's open whatever the weather. Jane said there was once a new manager who didn't know of this practice and had shut the window. That night, the residents woke up in thick smoke - an ice machine was close to exploding. Afterwards they examined the machine and found nothing wrong with it, but the window was open. So now they've nailed it so that it can't ever shut. Then we went into the pub, where we could see the smoke and lipstick marks of the royal air force soldiers (the lipstick was contributed by their girlfriends), who'd mark the ceiling with their squadron numbers after a night of revelry and fun. Because these were men who didn't know whether they'd still be alive the next week. We saw a plaque stating Watson and Crick's achievement. Then we headed to King's College, which was founded by King Henry the VI, who intended it for the study of just 12 young men from Eton. Apparently these young men just drank and did archery practice and rode their horses on nice days and didn't have to sit for exams of any sort, and at the end of their terms they'd get a Gentleman's Degree (the king believed gentlemen shouldn't have to work). We went to the back, where we admired the river Cam and looked at the flowers. Then went into the chapel, where she told us the history of the place, built over a period of 100 years under the rein of 5 kings. Lady Margaret actually helped in it cos she asked for a service to be held in the chapel (apparently they examined her body and found her knees to be so severely damaged from all the praying she had done while alive - !!!) The ceiling was really gorgeous. And a stonemason left his face instead of a flower. Plus the Virgin Mary's face was older than it should have been. Apparently the organ had Anne Boleyn's initials cos that was back when she and the king were still matey. Jane also showed us a painting which was done only in 8 days and sold for £275K or more in the early 1900s - while another painting by the same artist went for £40+mil recently. Instead of a crucifix statue, there was a crucifiz on the painted glass. I'm ashamed to say that at that point, I was nodding off. It wasn't that she was boring, it was that I'd only slept for 6 hours and was really exhausted. She ended off, and some people asked questions, and then I went to show her LKY and KGC's photo at the BoS and she was said, "I have that photo at home!" She brought me to see it at St John's college, passing by a descendant of Sir Isaac Newton's apple tree on the way, and there she helped me take a picture of the bridge. I found out that apparently Singaporeans left the picture at the bridge and flowers, too, when LKY passed on. :'( he was never a member of St John's college, but the college choir sang at his funeral service (they happened to be in Singapore at that time). KGC was at Girton college. After I parted ways with Jane (she had to go to the bank and couldn't join me for a drink or a meal), I stumbled upon Heffers where I examined the HP merchandise they had available. But managed to restrain myself, ha! Then I got ice-cream at Jack's Gelato - per ice-cream and some strange spice flavour that I have no idea how to pronounce or spell. After that, I walked leisurely to Mill Lane, where I chatted with Winston. My punting tour would start at 3.30pm, and it was just me and a Taiwanese Canadian on the punt, as well as the punter. I feared awkwardness, but it was okay - restful silences. The punter told us about how the ducks always lose their ducklings, and he also told us how some baby swans were squashed and killed between two puns and the mother swan thereafter attacked all punts and had to be removed. :'( such a heartbreaking tale. We got to see the Wedding Cake, and the ivy that grew in abundance at the back. Boston ivy, if my memory doesn't fail me? Apparently it turns a glorious red in autumn, so I guess I'll just have to come back then. We also saw the Mathematical Bridge, where the legend is that Sir Newton constructed it purely of straight wood planks without the use of any nuts and bolts. Some Cambridge engineering students took it apart to see how it worked but couldn't put it back together again so now there're nuts and bolts. But as the punter said, if they couldn't put it back together how could they be in Cambridge? Oh - apparently Prince Charles was a student of Trinity college, and he declared that he didn't want to be treated any differently from the other students. Which was why he arrived at school in his private helicopter, and had an entire floor of the residences to himself. Apparently they had to create an agricultural course just for him; he did very poorly in his A Levels and only got in because of a letter of recommendation from his mum (the Queen). He had a batch mate who did better than him. I went to check out Peterhouse after the punting session, which is the oldest college in Cambridge, then I went to take in the lovely grounds of King's College again (the chapel was unfortunately closed for choir practice; there was to be a free service at 5.30pm which I couldn't attend cos I had to catch my train. I did hear snatches of music and singing though, which was nice. And I saw the slab of stone by the Chinese poet who attended King's College (our punter actually recited the first line of the poem Farewell to Cambridge in Chinese, which was great LOL - it went: 轻轻的我走了). I missed the bloody bus to the station and so power walked and ran back to Cambridge Station, and now I'm going to join Steph for dinner at Burger and Lobster - I CANNOT wait. All I've had today was half a Sally Lund bun, seven-eighths a packet of raspberries, a hazelnut hot chocolat, and two scoops of ice-cream. I need me some sustenance, pronto.

#09May2017 #Quarter century trip #lee kuan yew #Kwa geok choo #cambridge #st john's college #King's college