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outofcontextbonappetit · 4 years

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What Happened to Bon Appétit?

A rundown of BA’s unraveling has been highly requested. Here’s what you need to know, through articles and through supplemental details. (This will be updated as changes develop and will be pinned to this blog)

UPDATED AUGUST 15TH, 5:37PM EDT

Priya Krishna, Rick Martinez, and Sohla El-Waylly announced that they are officially ending their video appearances. Since then Molly Baz, Gaby Melian, Carla Lalli Music, and Amiel Stanek have joined them.

Ryan Walker-Hartshorn and Jesse Sparks, the only two Black editorial staff members remaining at Bon Appétit, have now also left.

The Proskauer Rose investigation is complete. Alex Delany and Matt Hunziker have both returned from suspension.

What happened?

It all starts on May 31st, 2020.

Bon Appétit's week from hell: How a deluge of allegations depicting a 'toxic' work culture left the magazine in chaos

The above article details the events from May 31st, 2020 to June 14th, 2020. It is pretty comprehensive, except it doesn’t mention that Alex Delaney was actually suspended. This was unconfirmed for a while but we have the confirmation here.

Condé Nast has suspended a Bon Appétit video editor amid an internal investigation

The next big event was Matt Hunziker’s suspension. He was suspended explicitly for negative tweets about how Condé Nast/Bon Appétit was handling the situation (evidenced in this post). Some of the test kitchen crew voiced their support for him at this revelation, but then were promptly shut down as revealed a month or so later (August 3rd, 2020). This is probably also why the test kitchen seems to have been avoiding discussing it since. It was announced in a memo sent on August 7th, 2020, that he is no longer suspended.

3 Bon Appétit Test Kitchen stars are walking, in a sign that Condé Nast's burgeoning YouTube empire will never be the same

This is a Business Insider article that was locked behind a paywall, so is now on google docs. It sheds light on months of silence, and demonstrates how Condé Nast/Bon Appétit continues to fail the people of color that they employ. As a result, Priya Krishna, Rick Martinez, and Sohla El-Waylly have left (August 6, 2020).

How has Bon Appétit reacted to this? How is Bon Appétit changing?

These are Bon Appétit’s public statements. There have also been a number of administrative changes, including Adam Rapoport’s resignation (June 8th, 2020), Oren Katzeff’s demotion from president of Condé Nast Entertainment (July 31st, 2020), and Sonia Chopra’s introduction as Executive Editor (August 6th, 2020).

In June Proskauer Rose (notorious for union-busting) began to conduct an investigation into inequity at Bon Appétit. Unsurprisingly, in a memo sent on August 7th, 2020, global HR officer Stan Duncan revealed that Proskauer Rose had “not uncovered evidence that race played a factor in setting compensation for any video team members.” In the same memo it’s revealed that since the investigation is over, both Alex Delany and Matt Hunziker are expected to return from suspension. Here is Alex Delany’s statement regarding his suspension (posted August 10th, 2020).

According to Priya Krishna, now former test kitchen personality, their claims to work on diversity, inclusion, and equitable pay are “all lip service” (August 6th, 2020).

Where else can I find information?

@tammieetc on Twitter has been investigating.

@joe_rosenthal on Instagram has also been investigating.

What I tend to post here is backed by news articles or directly from the staff involved; these two have real connections in Bon Appétit that I don’t. So sometimes the sources for them are “I’ve been told by a BA/CNE staffer”, and it’s up to you whether you decide to trust that or not.

When will videos come back?

In a memo written global HR officer Stan Duncan, sent Friday, August 7th, 2020, the plan is “for BA video production to begin in September with some returning talent, in addition to new contributors which we’ll be announcing in the coming week”. The “coming week” would refer to the week of August 9th through August 15th.

Has anyone left?

Priya Krishna, Rick Martinez, and Sohla El-Waylly are officially leaving the video component of Bon Appétit. Read their social media statements here (all were posted August 6th, 2020).

3 of Bon Appétit's Test Kitchen stars of color are departing the video channel after failed contract negotiations

The above article was at one point free, but for some asinine reason got moved to premium, so it’s a google doc now. It details exactly how they were lowballed in contract negotiations.

A day after these three announced that they are leaving, Molly Baz and Gaby Melian joined them (August 7th, 2020). Carla Lalli Music announced that she’s also asked to be released from her video contract days later (August 12th, 2020). Amiel Stanek made a similar statement about asking to leave his video contract about a week after the first three left (August 15th, 2020).

Gaby is going to remain test kitchen manager (as said in her personal statement). Priya, Sohla, Molly, and Carla will definitely continue with the editorial side in some capacity (as evidenced by Rachel Premack’s articles and both Molly and Carla’s personal statements). Rick might be! The same author says different things across two articles; in one, he’s severing ties. In the other, he’s continuing to freelance.

2 Black Staff Members Quit Bon Appétit as Tensions Over Race Continue

Also on August 7th, Ryan Walker-Hartshorn and Jesse Sparks completed their final day of work at Bon Appétit. Both were editorial staff. You can read more about Ryan Walker-Hartshorn’s experience as assistant to the editor in chief here, and can read Jesse Sparks’ full twitter thread of his experience here.

#bon appetit #bon appetit test kitchen #ba test kitchen #batk #conde nast #grace talks

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larrylastweek · 3 years

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Week of April 4th, 2021

Harry was spotted by fans in London on Thursday, April 8th. His upcoming film project, an adaptation of Benthan Roberts' My Policeman, is due to begin filming on April 12th according to entertainment journalist Baz Bamigboye (source).

Harry speaks with fans in London. 05/04/21 (unsourced)

Louis surfaced in Tulum, Mexico at an open air restaurant on Sunday, April 4th. Photos were taken without his consent after he refused a selfie. According to rumor, he arrived in the country on March 25th. On Monday, April 5th, Louis took to twitter to support the band The Snuts (tweet) amid scathing criticism of Syco's treatment of artists from whistleblower Rebecca Fergusson as well as the Irish pop duo, Jedward (source). Jedward launched a series of tweets including several regarding One Direction's contracts, calling the five "survivors". Jedward's claim that Simon Cowell views himself as a "mafia boss" led fans to draw parallels between the remark and Louis' trilogy of music videos which depict a mafia drama. The Snuts overtook Demi Lovato to became the first Scottish band to have a number one UK debut album since 2007 (source). Louis arrived in Mexico City on Wednesday, April 7th and permitted fans to take photos of him at the airport. With him on the trip were his friend and assistant, Oli, and his videographer, Charlie Lightning, as well as his bodyguard, JD Woolsey. Louis' Mexico City hotel was mobbed and security diffused the situation, explaining that Louis would not be able to safely greet the crowd.

Louis arrives at an airport in Mexico City. 07/04/21 (unsourced)

On April 10th, Louis took to instagram to share two gorgeous black and white photos of himself playing guitar. These are the first official photos of his new long hair. Charlie Lightning, who took the photos, shared them as well with the caption: "Good to see you lad, always a pleasure hanging out. Good things to come"

Louis plays guitar during his visit to Mexico. 04/21 (Charlie Lightning)

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#Larry stylinson #harry styles #louis tomlinson #harry and louis #Tulum #London #Mexico City #Woolsey #Oli #Charlie Lightning

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seducing-a-vampire · 3 years

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Day 24: Song

@carryon-countdown

In my defense, I have none For digging up the grave another time But it would've been fun If you would've been the one

--The 1, Taylor Swift

Agatha reflects her relationship with ex-boyfriend Simon and on breaking free from the roles she's been expected to play.

***A million thanks and blushing frog emojis for @snowybank for beta reading!!!***

Rating: T // Word Count: 1040

The 1

I wake up alone.

I mean, I always wake up alone. I’ve never actually spent the entire night sleeping next to another person, unless you count the few times Simon and I fell asleep on separate couches in my living room at home. That was years ago, stuffed full with Christmas cookies, Dr. Who playing softly on the TV as our conversation faded into an easy rest.

I’ve often wondered what it would be like, to lie beside someone like that, to breathe so close to another person for seven or eight hours. Watching their chest rise and fall steadily.

Sometimes, I find it impossible that you could ever get used to that. Would that ever feel completely comfortable—another person next to you, an intruder to the rhythm of your own breathing?

Read the rest on AO3 or under the cut!

I remember watching a movie with Ginger one time soon after we met, a cheesy American rom com. She was giggling at the sex scene, which occurred approximately 0.2 seconds after the meeting of this blandly attractive white couple. (They panted and moaned for a bit, and then fell asleep together, naked. Listen, I’m not a prude, but I can’t imagine ever feeling confident enough to forego my pyjamas at night.) In between the peals of her laughter, she was telling me about her recent hookup with the barista she’s been seeing.

An image popped unbidden in my mind, then: Ginger, in her little navy pyjamas with yellow moons all over them, curled up next to me in my bed. I didn’t even know if I actually liked that thought, but it was, well, interesting to think about.

Oughtn’t I have figured this out by now? Figured out myself ? I dated Simon for far too long, I snogged Minty in the park across from our old primary school last time I was home, and I fled to California, the land of possibility and no judgement. Still I feel like I’m trapped in a cage of my own making.

I take up very little space in the expanse of my bed. I can stretch out my whole body, feeling the muscles flex and then relax, pointing my toes down like I used to practice for ballet. My soft white linens (with teeny pink flowers dotted all over) feel cool against my body.

My apartment in San Diego is bright and sunny. I like living alone, and I know I’m being honest when I think that because I don’t have the little tense knot in my stomach that I get when I suppress my true feelings. I pour myself a bowl of cereal and curl up on my couch, scrolling through my notifications on my phone as I eat.

Fourteen unread emails, mostly for school organizations that I signed up for and then never participated in. I delete them.

I open up Instagram, and first up on my feed is a picture Baz posted of Simon. Simon’s wearing my old Watford lacrosse sweatshirt. I can’t believe he still has that. He’s in the middle of talking (probably waxing poetic about scones); his hands are blurry from being caught in motion, and his eyes are soft. I know he must be looking at Baz. The caption is just “My idiot.”

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d see Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch posting almost-mushy things on Instagram, let alone that the object of the almost-mush would be Simon.

A few weeks ago, I FaceTimed Penny, and she said they’re still all heart-eyed for each other. It’s easy to admit that even when things were good between us, Simon and I never really had heart-eyes. I’m happy for them.

Goodness knows Simon deserves some happiness of his own. I always thought I’d be the one standing next to him— or sometimes, I thought I’d have to be the one grieving him. Then I tried to break free from that, break up with him, play a different role. The closest I came to actualizing that was when I first came to California. Now, I feel like I’m tripping over my lines again.

Simon was most of my childhood. Talking to him, going to dances with him, studying with him and Penny, walking around Watford with him, rolling my eyes when my parents fussed over him when he was at home with me for the holidays.

I have this funny feeling, looking at the blue-eyed boy in the picture. My fingers move of their own accord as they tap onto my own page and scroll down to the last picture I posted of Simon and me. It was the winter solstice ball, the year before last. I was wearing a divine dress, cream colored with pearls covering the bodice.

My mother and I got into a row the night before over my hair. I wanted to leave it down— straight, elegant, simple. But she insisted I had to do something more elaborate. In the end it turned out rather fine. The entire evening of the ball Simon looked at me as if I were Aphrodite herself. He kissed me that night: chaste, pleasant, perfunctory. Like all of our kisses. It wasn’t bad. It was never bad.

That night, I would’ve bet my wand on Simon and me. We belonged together. We made sense. But in that relationship, I think we were both stunted. Held back.

I tap back to the photo of Simon with his soft eyes, and I know it’s true. I hadn’t noticed before, but in the bottom of the picture, you can see someone’s long and slender hand resting on Simon’s knee.

I look around at my apartment: quiet, peaceful, especially in the mornings. There are palm trees bending gently in the wind outside my window, and the sliding door next to my couch leads me to a small balcony from which I can see the bright blue of the ocean. A different ocean than the one I spent my summers visiting as a child. But even fuller with possibility.

It might’ve been easier if Simon had been the one. But he’s not. And I’m not that to him, and I don’t want to be. I suppose I’ve got to keep figuring out what I am to myself.

#COC 2020 #simon snow series #carry on fanfiction #agatha wellbelove #it's loving agatha hours #i mean #it always is #folklore #Carry on Countdown

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girloikawa · 4 years

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carry on youtuber au

baz starts out as a cover artist, occasionally posting his own songs (he does violin stuff too)

but eventually he gets recognition and people are like “who is this person?????” so baz does a few q&as

oh BUT THEN he reveals that he also has so many other interests (books, movies, planting, coffee, Controversal Topics) that people want him to do other types of videos

and that is what starts baz on the long road of his channel basically being an everything bagel where he does a bit of everything and people find it very chill

agatha and baz become friends over their mutual love of gossip in the community (as long as they’re not apart of it)

(because baz and agatha and simon and penny aren’t problematic)

which brings me to agatha, she’s one of those channels that keep everyone updated on the drama and the shitty stuff that happens on YouTube as long as regular media

very opinionated, this gal is, so she shares her opinion on...everything

though, sometimes she’ll do a q&a and do her makeup and talk about fashion or what she’s into at the moment

she’s basically angelika oles

penny’s a booktuber!!!

she mostly reads and reviews fantasy books, as they are her favorite, but she’ll also do those videos where it’s like “i just read a shitty wattpad romance story, let me rant” or “my top ten favorite ya pairings” or “tier ranking every harry potter character because life has no meaning”

now, simon, the babe, he’s (and you cannot fight me on this) basically jenna marbles

his videos are so random and spurratic, he doesn’t even plan what his next video is, and he’s the youtuber

i would also like to point out that simon probably totally has adhd and would talk about it and his experience with it

his most popular videos are of him baking. he’s like (and hear me out) very good and very bad at it. like, all throughout the videos, everybody’s holding their breath’s like “oh no this is going to turn out terribly” because simon being in the kitchen is like a horse babysitting a dog, it’s a mess, however the end product is always perfect and amazing and by the end everybody’s drooling behind their screens

simon is also widely conceived as the weirdest straight guy ever. like people (from just looking at him) think he’s just So Striaght but a very Cool Straight Guy who people wouldn’t actually mind being around

simon has the most subscribers (the majority being that they find him funny and see him as a friend, the minority being people who think he’s Hot As Hell and okay yeah he’s a good person too but have you seen those freckles-)

then it’s baz because he actually started first and his following has been a journey, then agatha (she’s the newest, and her subscriber rate is growing rapidly), then penny (booktube is a small community sad face)

penny n simon are irl best friends and penny was the one who convinced simon to make a channel bc he needed something to help let out his energy, “plus it’s a little fun hobby”

snowbaz now :)

simon has followed baz from pretty much the beginning. he saw his cringy covers, his development as a songwriter, and the walls built around baz crumble over the camera

baz...well, he’s one of those people who think simon is Hot As Hell, but he also genuinely enjoys the videos. at first, baz was like “I’m not watching him, everybody watches him, and I’m different” so he always avoided the recommendations youtube gave him of simon’s videos (but it was also bc he didn’t want to confront that he was very attracted to simon)

and then, one fateful night, agatha sent baz a link to a video called “coming out” and under the link she wrote “youtube angel!”—that’s their nickname for simon—“shocking the world!”

baz click click clicked because hot guy is lgbt+????? and baz watched the video, commenting “proud of you” or something along those lines, and then he watched so, so many more of simon’s videos

simon, a boy who just came out as bisexual, just had his youtube hero comment on his video where he came out and is like !!!!!!

simon’s sexual awakening is baz

also, simon breaks the internet with that video, because he isn’t striaght and that’s so mind-boggling to everybody. but there’s always that one group of people who are like “i saw this coming. do you not remember that one time simon showed his socks and his jeans were cuffed-”

simon replies to baz’s comment and is like “oh my god thank you so much. you’re like my actual favorite youtuber” like a fucking Nut and people see that and say “omg collab” because they’re both relatively high status youtubers and their collab would be Powerful

then, summoning all his courage, simon dms baz on instagram with just a simple “hey, a lot of people are saying we should collab lmao”

“i’ve seen that” “heh uhm yeah” “maybe we could get to know each other and see if that would be a good idea” “yes! i’d love that”

and they do. they get really close and stuff,, but people don’t exactly...see that

you see, on twitter, they get in millions of arguments. people genuinely think that they hate each other to some extent, when in reality, they’re swooning at the sight of the three dot bubble

baz, on twitter: “you cannot tell me that people actually enjoy sparkling water. it’s trash, move on” (they had an argument over it, privately, and baz is making it public to cause a rise out of simon bc he finds angry simon cute)

simon, in response: “yo I’m throwing you in the trash as we speak. fuhhhck u”

so, when they collab for the first time, everybody at home is just like *shocked pikachu emoji* they end up doing a video where simon bakes baz’s mom’s recipe of cherry scones with baz. it’s kind of a big deal bc both simon and baz don’t want to ruin baz’s memory of his mother

in the end, baz tears up and gives si a big ass hug because they’re perfect, simon. i love them, thank you. the fans start shipping. hard. it’s simon’s highest viewed video

that surprise hug is also what makes simon realize that his feelings are much deeper than attraction and surface level forms of knowing someone

on baz’s channel, they were going to film a video where they talked about their experiences being queer, but then simon realized that his biggest, most prominent example was staring at baz’s jawline, so he had to be like “uhhh, actually, I’m not really comfortable with that yet” which is part true. instead, they do a video where they have argumentative discussions, like on twitter but in depth and with less insults

anyways, they receive pretty positive feedback on the videos, people enjoy them, so they decide to do more. also, they both live in LA, so it’s actually pretty easy to do them, plus they have a diverse area to do them in

also, i think it’d be nice to mention that simon will sometimes do twitch streams of him playing minecraft and then he puts edited versions on his channel. it’s worth mentioning because during this one stream, he ends up slipping up and saying “we talk a lot, actually. and i—i like him a lot” about baz, then he blushes like hell because i really just said that and it’s live oh god

all the while, baz and simon actually just start hanging out (without hiding behind wanting to do a video). one meet-up, they go to disney world and halfway through baz is like “uh, should we be filming this?” and simon gives him a smile and replies, “no” because that moment is for them and them only + the fans who see them together and ask for a picture/just take pictures of them being like a couple

their next collab is a bit of a fun one. behind the scenes, pen, ag, si, and baz all become friends, because of that one time baz came over while penny was there and he barely payed attention to simon, too busy talking to penny. anyways, they do a big four person collab where agatha basically teaches them how to do makeup

on penny’s channel, it’s book related. they have to do a look based on the synopsis’ of each other’s favorite books. baz gets simon, simon gets agatha, agatha gets penny, penny gets baz. baz: “snow, you’re holding it wrong. it’s like this” simon: *stares longingly at the brush that gets to touch baz’s face*

on agatha’s, the video is just titled Teaching My Friends To Do Makeup (ft. idiots who test my patience). they all suck. majorly. well, by all, i mean simon and penny suck at makeup

on baz’s, they do a trivia of sorts. if they get a question wrong, they have to skip a product. simon: “oh thank god less work” agatha, deadpanning: “i think i might kill him”

on simon’s, they have agatha and penny go against simon and agatha. si and pen being the ones who have to actually do makeup because, according to agatha, “since you decided to bitch so much, you guys are doing our makeup” “but-!” “nope, I’m Peak Brains of us all so I call the shots” “you’re not even-” “shut up” Everybody (and by everybody i mean the fans) is actually glad that they got to see simon doing baz’s makeup, because it’s literally them just being so flustered the whole time

the collab stuns everybody bc: “they’re all friends??????” plus, some people start calling them the Four Fucks because at one point penny says “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and most importantly, fuck me” after simon flinged a bunch of eyeshadow on her

okay so agatha and penny are just like: “these idiots need to get together already” because it’s very obvious that they like each other. like the eiffel tower in paris, you can’t miss it. everyone watching the videos also sees it, so you can imagine the comments

during one of si’s live-streams (he’s playing the hunger games minigame on minecraft), the chat goes wild because baz pops in. he plans on surprising simon with a picnic (he just thought that they could go into simon’s backyard or the park that’s a few miles away), but it was pretty spur of the moment so he didn’t think about simon doing a stream. and to be honest, simon’s stream was also spur of the moment, so it’s not like he made sure to tell baz about it

“simon! hey, i let myself in!” baz called from the front doorway. the chat is freaking because: “is that baz???” “omg baz has a key to simon’s house!!” “are they dating???” simon kind of just freezes up and starts sputtering as he reads the chat and tries to reply to baz

of course, baz doesn’t understand that simon doesn’t want baz to go into his office/room with his computer, so he does go in and as soon as he sees the livestream he’s like: “oh, uh, I’ll go” and simon unfreezes and goes “no, no, stay, I’ll just be a bit” “do you want me to...leave the room?” “you can watch if you want” (baz wants) “okay, sure” so simon pretty much shows baz how to play minecraft

i never finished this, do i?

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theamateurbakerblog · 4 years

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Recipe #6: Basque Burnt Cheesecake

Resource:https://www.bonappetit.com/recipe/basque-burnt-cheesecake

Chef: Molly Baz

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When I was a kid, I thought cheesecake was exactly how it sounds, a cake made up of cheese layered with frosting. Since that image absolutely revolted me, I never tried or even saw a piece of cheesecake till I was in middle school, I think. If I had known that the cheese in a cheesecake was just cream cheese, I wouldn’t have missed out on a dessert that would inevitably become one of my favorites. But i digress.

Basque Burnt Cheesecake. What is it? Unlike your typical NY-Style cheesecake, with its perfect crackless top and its graham cracker crust, this cheesecake is basically the anti-cheesecake to all cheesecakes. It’s everything that a cheesecake is not, burnt, cracked, sunken. Miraculously though, when you cut into it, it’s still the creamy and dreamy cheesecake that we’re all familiar with, and the burnt parts make up for the crust with its nutty flavor. Did I mention you don’t need a water bath for this recipe? So what are you waiting for? Let’s get baking!

Step 1: Gather, Measure, Sort, Store, Preheat (GMSSP)

Gather: All of your ingredients, equipment, and tools onto your countertop so you can see what you have, how much you have, and make note of any grocery runs you’ll need to make if your ingredients are running low.

Measure: Your ingredients before you start to combine anything together.

Sort: The ingredients chronologically so you can just grab one ingredient after another without having to think too much on it, or mistakenly using an ingredient before you need it.

Store: Away all ingredients once you finish using them to provide optimal space on your work area.

Preheat: Oven according to recipe instructions

Step 2: Prepping the tin

Like all cheesecakes, this one needs to be baked in a springform pan. The recipe says to butter up the tin with unsalted butter and stick two pieces of overlapping parchment inside. I like to crumple mine up first so it makes the parchment more flexible. Make sure there is also overhang on all sides cause it makes it easier to pull out later. Finally, you want to put it on a rimmed baking sheet. Make sure it’s suitable for high heat!

Step 3: Beat the cream cheese and sugar

So, I have a confession to make. I kind of had to improvise this recipe cause I only had one pound of cream cheese. Last night, I tried to find substitutes online and it said you can use sour cream or yogurt. Which is why there is a bowl behind the cream cheese, it’s globs of sour cream and a few tablespoons of yogurt cause I was running out of sour cream. I just needed one more pound as substitution. Yeah, big mistake. I didn’t take a picture of it cause it just looked like curdled soup. I tried pushing some through a sieve and it looked a bit better, but who wants to stand around sieving a big bowl of cream cheese mixture. So, what I ended up doing was just moving on with the recipe, praying it still turns out okay.

Step 4: Add in everything but the flour

At this point, I was defeated by this cheesecake. So, everything from here on out I was just on auto pilot. Following the recipe clean cut. I was also tired at this time, so there will be a lack of pictures, sorry.

Step 5: Sift in the flour

Now the recipe says to sift in the flour to prevent any lumps in your cheesecake. And remember, always scrape down your bowl as you go. There’s bound to be stuff stuck to the side or at the bottom of the bowl, guaranteed.

Step 6: Bake it

After everything was mixed together, my cheesecake mixture wasn’t as lumpy anymore. So I just poured it in the tin, popped it in the oven, and watched a movie for an hour. Though I still checked it periodically.

Step 7: Cool it to room temp.

Miraculously, I had cheesecake. When I took it out of the oven, was burnt and very jiggly at the top, exactly what the recipe said I would expect. Come a few minutes later, it has shrunk down significantly.

Step 8: Enjoy!

Once at room temp, you can enjoy it right away or put it in the fridge covered.

Results:

It seems that luck has been on my side recently when I’m baking. If you remember, last week I made 3-Ingredient Chocolate Mousse that I thought would be chocolate soup, but freezing it did wonders.This cheesecake was kind of the same, I improvised a bit and it was met with a yummy dessert.

Lessons learned:

If you don’t have cream cheese

- Buy some

- DIY it: https://www.biggerbolderbaking.com/how-to-make-cream-cheese/

#basquecheesecake #bonapetit #cheesecake #baking #homemade

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all-things-skam · 5 years

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Can you do an Elu fic where they finally introduce themselves to the boy squad and girl squad as an official couple?

Title: Instagram official

Ship: Skam France | Lucas Lallemant and Eliot Demaury (Elu)

Dimanche, 10 Mars 6:00

They posted the pictures at 6pm.

After a weekend secluded at the flat, Lucas was finally ready to share their union to the world. Yesterday’s Instagram story was petty - despite being really cute - and directed at Lucille although she wasn’t following in on Instagram. He wanted her to know that Eliott was his and, stories disappeared after 24hrs. This was different, this selfie would stay on Lucas’s feed forever - unless he deleted it - and didn’t fail to earn reactions from all their friends.

The first who reacted to their selfie was Daphné.

She texted him approximately two minutes after he posted their Instagram pictures.

[6:02] Daphné: You guys look so cute together, I have to say I did a little bit of match making. If it wasn’t for the foyer, how else would you have met each other? You’re just so cute! Basile told me you ended up painting the mural with Eliott. I’m so excited to see it on Monday! Nothing against your friends but, Eliott’s the artist so 🤷🏼‍♀️

Lucas glanced down at Eliott who was cuddled against him, looking all soft and cosy, and grinned, thinking about Friday.

[6:03] Lucas: The mural…oh, yeah!

[6:03] Daphné: Lucas, you better have not made a mess of the mural… I’m still expecting to see good things on the wall on Monday!

Good things. Lucas almost snorted. Unless Daphné considered their butt prints ‘good things’, he doubted she was going to be happy about the mural. Oh well. At least they had fun and, it got them together - for real this time.

Next were the boys. They knew Eliott was coming and needless to say, they were impatient to know what happened after they left. According to their social medias, it was positive.

Le gang

[6:04] Yann: I see that my tactic worked! Happy for you, bro ❤️

[6:05] Arthur: Get it, Lulu!!

[6:05] Basile: That’s unfair… He just came out and he already has a boyfriend!

[6:05] Basile: How do you do it? Give me your tips!!

[6:06] Arthur: I have one for you, Baz: not sniffing Daphné 😂

[6:06] Basile: That was one time! And she smells so good 😍

[6:08] Yann: You don’t sniff girls. Ever.

Lucas went down the chat, stifling a laugh at Basile’s latest attempt to flirt with Daphné, once again not doing the right thing. The saddest thing about Basile’s flirting was: Daphné seemed to start showing interest in him and Lucas wasn’t sure if it’s a good thing or not.

[6:09] Lucas: Thanks, I owe you a big one Yann

[6:10] Basile: Lucas! You’re alive! Since you’re the king of flirting: did you sniff Eliott? What did you do to get him to like you?

[6:10] Arthur: *secondhand embarrassment*

Their situation wasn’t the same as Basile’s with Daphné. Clearly, they weren’t love at first sight. It took the blonde girl months before she started noticing Basile in a positive way and gaining interest in him. When Lucas saw Eliott at the foyer, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from him - and so did Eliott. They had a special connection. Lucas didn’t want to discourage his friend with their story though. Love stories were all different.

[6:11] Lucas: No. I did not sniff him. Wtf?!

There was movement next to him and Lucas realized that Eliott had woken up from his nap. He had an agitated night last night, having trouble staying asleep, so Lucas told him take a nap. «What are you doing?“ Eliott asked, peaking from under Lucas’s arm where he was nestled, yawning softly.

Lucas put his head on top of Eliott’s, kissing it. ’'Helping Basile get a girl. This guy’s a desperate cause, I’m telling you.” He showed Eliott his phone, reading over the conversation and chuckled.

“Well, I sniffed you.” Lucas pulled away and shot Eliott a look. He shrugged. “What? I didn’t want to date someone who smelled bad. Lucky for you, you aced the test.”

“You’re a weirdo,” the younger boy stated, shaking his head.

“You’ve already told me that,” Eliott reminded him, thinking about the first time they met.

Lucas rolled his eyes. “At least I didn’t sniff my boyfriend!”

Oh shit.

Lucas froze. It slipped. They hadn’t talked about it yet: what they were. They had spent the weekend together, sharing clothes, glued to each other’s side and kissing until it annoyed the crap out of Lucas’s flatmates - mostly Lisa. Eliott briefly brought up the subject yesterday. Was this the confirmation of their relationship or did they still need to talk about it? He captioned their selfie 'partner in crime’ but it was simply an allusion to their illicit painting job their did at the foyer…and the rest. Eliott, on the other hand, went with a more official caption: him.

“Liar! I caught you smelling my hoodie when I left on the couch yesterday,” Eliott pointed, sliding over Lucas’s little slip up. Hopefully he didn’t hear him.

Lucas’s cheeks flushed. “Did not…”

Eliott chuckled, kissing Lucas’s cheek, making him blush deeper. “So… Boyfriend, uh?” he repeated, cocking an eyebrow.

“Well, we’re Instagram official now, aren’t we?’'

#elu #elu fic #eliott x lucas #lucas x eliott #eliott demaury #Lucas Lallemant #skamfr #skam france #wrote this over the weekend #it's meh #please tell me what you'd like me to write #should I start AUs?

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demaury · 5 years

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the best of me (chap.2)

“If anything bad happens I flush the rings, I leave my bestman spot to Baz, and I fly back to Paris.“

OR. Eliott and Lucas have never worked up the courage to actually make a move, and thus spent years dancing around each other without ever acknowledging their feelings. However, an engagement party gone a little too wild, an hotel room and a very bad idea might be all it takes to make everything blow up. (read on ao3)

“LALLEMANT’S HERE.”

Lucas should have known that having Arthur and Basile at the same time around a pool wasn’t a good idea, yet it wasn’t until he heard his two friends wail as soon as he set a foot on the deck installed on the rooftop that he realized it was a completely fucked up idea. He barely had any second to blink before two pairs of arms grabbed him like vices; next thing he knew he was sputtering water after getting back to the surface.

At least he had the bright idea to change into swim trunks before coming there.

Bless him.

“You,” he scowled, hair dripping all over his face as his two friends were laughing their asses off, “I swear to God you both are dead.”

“Oh, c’mon, don’t say you didn’t expect it,” Arthur snorted, hands falling to his hips.

Lucas lifted himself up onto the edge of the pool in a splash of water, warily accepting the hand Basile landed him. “Astonishingly enough I thought that we were between civilized people. My mistake,” he groaned as he grumpily fistbumped them hello, before going to see the girls.

Only Nola and Manon were there, but he wasn’t surprised since Emma had already been told by the girls herself that Daphné, Alexia and Imane were held back in some shopping session but had promised to run back to the hotel as soon as possible. Yann’s girlfriend-turned-fiancée had been a part of the group for almost two years now, and since she didn’t have a weird obsession with how hot Eliott and Lucas getting it on together would be — Arthur’s ex had one of those and Lucas had wanted to strangle her more times he could count — she had been welcomed to stay. She and Yann had met up through Imane, both working as interns in the same hospital, so it had been easy from there, Lucas could only guess.

“Consider yourself lucky,” Manon pointed out from her spot on one of the deckchairs, closing the book she was reading as she pushed up her sunglasses, “you’ll never have to worry about keeping a wedding dress clean for a whole day with these two around.”

Next to her, Nola paled. “Oh please no.”

“Already talking about wedding dresses but I don’t see any ring yet,” Arthur snickered.

Nola grinned. “My fiancé couldn’t wait to propose, I guess? We’re gonna go shopping when we get back home.”

Lucas turned to Yann with a shocked expression. “Who does that?”, he scoffed.

They were at the beginning of their relationship. Lucas didn’t know much himself about functioning relationships but he could only guess that technically those kinds of inadvertent dick moves happened later down the road, usually.

Yann looked a bit sheepish. “I wanted her to pick something she likes,” he mumbled. “She’s gonna wear it after all.”

“Didn’t you pick your wedding suit for your dad’s second marriage, like, two days prior or something?” Basile quipped.

“I didn’t want to go,” he grumbled. “That’s different.”

“I don’t think any of us particularly wanted you to livestream us the whole thing but I guess we all take one for the team, uh?” Eliott casually chimed in, joining him on the edge of the pool and letting his long legs dangle in the water.

Since Lucas was mature, and a very functioning adult at that, he stuck his tongue out as a response.

“It’s too bad we’re only here for the weekend,” Eliott complained with a sigh as he flopped down onto Emma’s bed. “Remember those three weeks after your BAC?”

Lucas snorted as he kept rummaging through his travel bag, squatting at the foot of his bed. He hadn’t wanted to take everything out but now he was starting to rethink his decision as he exhumed a wrinkled denim button down. Daphné, Basile, Eliott, Yann, Nola, Imane and him had gone out for lunch in a restaurant nearby, while the rest was dispersed in the city to do some shopping, then everyone had flocked back to the hotel and they had spent the better part of the afternoon by the pool occasionally trying to drown each other when they were mostly alone, on the seventh floor. It was the coolest thing Lucas had ever seen. It wasn’t so much that he had never seen something like that before, but he just had a thing for climbing and rooftop activities — back in Paris he had specifically chosen his new flat according to whether or not he had access to the one of his building. And well, also if he could afford it or not, but that was another story.

“We were young and wild and free,” Lucas commented dramatically.

He eventually set the shirt down, before grabbing his travel bag and emptying all of its content on his bed. It wasn’t like Eliott of all people would bat an eye at his calvin kleins. He reached for a pair of black pants finally standing out on the white comforter now that they weren’t lost in the deep end of the bag.

“I’d pick the black shirt,” Eliott said casually.

Lucas quirked a brow at him. “You just say that because it’s the one you bought me.”

Eliott grinned, making his eyes crinkle. “Well, yeah. Precisely,” he said, shrugging a little.

“I’m not going to dress all black, that’s right up your alley,” Lucas quipped.

“I’m trying to bring a little bit more colors, if you must know,” Eliott retorted, tugging at the hem of his light grey tank top as if it was a proof that it was a color. “Besides, the jeans you had this morning were fine, and they would look even finer with the black shirt. Who bought them for you?”

Lucas pondered the question and considered telling him to fuck off, but instead he just sighed. “Manon,” he grumbled, and Eliott started laughing like an asshole. Which was kind of sweet, but vaguely irritating. Lucas glared at him. “Someday I’ll claim back my closet, and you and Manon will finally stop dressing me up like I’m some sort of baby doll.”

“Wrong choice of words on every level.” The bastard smirked cheekily, regardless of the unimpressed look Lucas sent him. “Plus, we dress you up because you’d still be wearing sweatpants to your dates if it weren’t for us meddling in.”

“You’re admitting you’re meddling in, we’re getting at it,” Lucas bit back haughtily.

“Just admit I care about you, you little shit,” Eliott snorted.

Lucas cocked an eyebrow. “What did we say about size jokes?”

“It was a term of endearment,” Eliott protested, sitting up on Emma’s bed and leaning back his weight onto his hands.

It cruelly emphasized the veins on his arms and the sun was shimmering onto his skin and the tattoos he had on the underside of his arm. Not afraid? Not afraid. It had been a recurring joke between them when they were younger (a lifetime ago) and someday Eliott had snapped and just gotten it inked for good. Lucas had almost chocked himself when he had seen it on Instagram.

“And I’m feeling so endeared right now.”

Eliott flipped him off and Lucas chuckled. “Who are you rooming with anyway?”

“Arthur,” Eliott said casually. “Why, needed me to brush your hair?”

“Not really, but who’s gonna read me stories about hedgehogs and raccoons?” Lucas deadpanned.

“Hilarious,” Eliott deadpanned with the same voice.

Lucas laughed and went to push open the bathroom door, then stopped halfway and turned back. “Hey, I was meaning to ask. You still have the address of the tattoo parlor where you got those?”, he asked, gesturing at Eliott’s tattoos with his chin.

Eliott glanced down at his arms, a little bit lost, then he grinned. “No way, you’re gonna get one? After all this time?”

Lucas huffed and shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe? I’ve been thinking, you know. So you still have it or not?”

“Yeah, no problem,” Eliott smiled with a nod. “I’ll send it to you. They’ve got an Instagram page and all, no bad surprise.”

“Nice,” he nodded, almost to himself.

“What are you thinking about getting?” Eliott asked, curious. “If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

Lucas pondered the question. “It’s not really- I don’t know, I was thinking about maybe getting something about my mom, but it sounds- I don’t know it seems kinda stupid.”

He scrunched his nose, mostly to himself. Now Eliott was gonna imagine him with a real-size portrait of his dead mom tattooed on his chest or something equally weird. All he had thought about so far was something small and rather casual, like a date or something no bigger than that. He had debated for months about it, thinking that it was maybe a bit hypocritical — after all he hadn’t really been the best son towards the end and he still had to live with a sense of relief that had washed over him after she had passed, before the actual pain could settle in — but now he considered that it didn’t mean he couldn’t honor his mom anyway simply because she wasn’t there anymore.

“It’s not stupid if it means something to you,” Eliott said.

Lucas huffed a laugh, which was his number 1 reaction whenever he had shared too much and just wanted it to stop. “Yeah, well, I’m just thinking, you know? Plenty of time for me to chicken out.”

“Not afraid. Remember?”

“Thank you Octavia Blake. I’ll remember that,” he snorted, pushing past the bathroom door.

Everything was fine, Lucas thought.

Absolutely, a hundred percent fine. He was fine. Yann was fine. Nola, Imane, Manon, Arthur, Basile, Daphné, Emma, Alexia were all fine. Eliott was fine. And the waiter who had been painstakingly hitting on him for the better part of the past hour was absolutely fine too.

They had all reunited at a bar down the street to get predrinks before hitting the clubs to celebrate, and Lucas was happy about it, he really was. Having all his friends gathered in one place and a free night to remember the good old times, what more could he ask, right? The third time Guillermo or Guz or whatever that stupid nametag read came around and eye-fucked Eliott without even the slightest hint of embarrassment, he genuinely thought he would burst though. The problem wasn’t that anyone was hitting on Eliott — water under the bridge and all — but it was rather that everyone seemed to find it the funniest thing on the goddamn planet.

Daphné certainly didn’t need another umbrella in her stupid cocktail.

Arthur didn’t need a refill.

And no one cared about the goddamn tapas and their fucking recipes.

As soon as the stupid waiter had gone back to the kitchen with a bright smile and a lingering look on Eliott, Emma leaned over the table. “He wants to give you the d so bad,” she grinned devilishly.

Eliott snorted and shook his head, leaning back against the backrest of his chair. “Maybe hookups at the back of a restaurant are your thing but they aren’t mine.”

Yann laughed, making his glass spin a little between his fingers. “Mr. Demaury’s a romantic, we been knew after all.”

“A romantic who’s single and isn’t getting any,” Emma commented, nose in her glass.

“That’s comforting, Emma, thank you.”

The table started laughing, but apparently Emma’s remark had sparked some interest in Daphné’s mind. Lucas knew something stupid would come out of it even before she opened her mouth — it wasn’t that she was stupid, it was just that this whole conversation was.

“She’s got a point,” she said thoughtfully. “You’re like one of the hottest guys I know, don’t tell me you’re still hung up on Macha.”

“Macha’s hot,” Alexia added, widening her eyes comically. “You guys were goals.”

Lucas almost snorted, but managed to hide it behind a coughing fit. Everyone knew that Eliott was bipolar, but he didn’t like to bring it up or to speak about it to all of them; in the end Lucas was generally the only one, sometimes along with Alexia or Basile whenever he needed advises, to know the extent of his low lows. The fact that at least one of Macha (her name was Marie-Charlotte, but beware to your nuts if you dared to call her that) and Eliott’s many breakups had been caused by a tantrum she had thrown because he wasn’t answering her texts fast enough, when he had already made a supreme effort to write her, with words, that he wasn’t feeling alright at the moment, was one of the things that only Lucas knew, and sometimes he wished he could share this information and the resentment towards her without betraying Eliott’s trust.

It was a tough balance to maintain, but he was managing it most of the time.

“Yeah, well. Macha’s busy these days,” Eliott shrugged. “It just wasn’t working with her in Berlin and me in Paris anyway. We’re both better apart.”

“Maybe we should try to set you up instead of trying to set up Lulu,” Basile said. “That’d make for a nice change.”

“I’ve never asked anybody to set me up,” Lucas scoffed.

“My bestman isn’t going to attend my wedding as a single man,” Yann retorted. “If by then you don’t have anybody to rock your nights, I’ll have to provide.”

“You wish you could, Cazas.”

On the other side of the table, Eliott grinned at him with a knowing look. “Spikey much, uh?”

Lucas rolled his eyes and downed his drink when he saw the waiter come back to their table with something they hadn’t even ordered, everyone holding back their breath with conspirator looks.

The first club they went to had a fifteen meters queue spilling outside the entrance and the slowest bouncer of the century. It took him an infinite amount of time to decide whether or not the group of five boys at the top of the line should be let in, before eventually deciding to ask them for their IDs. They all pretended to fumble for a while — or maybe they truly were this intoxicated already, hence why reaching for one of the four pockets of their jeans was so hard in the first place. In the meantime, Lucas was repressing the urge of constantly rolling his eyes by chatting away with Alexia and Eliott, until both got hooked by two girls (Dutch, apparently) from the group behind them. It wasn’t like he could really blame them. Eliott was Eliott, and Alexia radiated the cool vibe every single breath she took. It was rather the feeling of being left out that he resented always a little bit more than he was supposed to, and not just because people were hitting on Eliott.

Why should he care, after all?

If Eliott had game, he was happy for him.

Okay, maybe he was a bit upset. For the first time in forever they both happened to be single at the same time, and thus had no one clinging onto them for attention. This time, Lucas was clingy. Problem was, Eliott was one of those people who could fall in love with a doorknob, and when it was paired with good looks and good personality, celibacy wasn’t bound to be Eliott’s strong suit, and up until now Lucas’ theory had been pretty much verified. With a huff to himself he lost interest in trying to keep up with the conversation with the Dutch girls. On his other side, Daphné and Basile were happily sucking faces, which kept grossing Lucas out even after all these years, so he sidestepped them to reach Nola, Imane and Manon and finally find civilized people to talk to.

When they got inside, the club was packed, the walls thrumming to the beat of the music, the air stuffed and the bartenders busy for a while. Arthur, Manon and him lost a few more minutes of their time, trying to get their attention for drinks, while everyone was flocking into a booth somewhere on the side of the dancefloor. Apparently it was vodka night, a weird mix that made the drinks a blue as icy as the neon lights spread everywhere around the club. Two of those helped him relax and enjoy the night, and from his spot in the nearly desert booth his friends had managed to get a grip on, he could see them dancing the night away. Yann and Nola were giggling stupidly while doing those sickeningly couple dance moves, Alexia was busy making out with one of the Dutch girls from before, and Eliott was laughing with some girl in a corner, her extra-long, extra-straight hair cascading to her hips Ariana Grande style.

He blamed it on Emma’s insistence during their flight, on the drinks he already had, on the colors of the neon lights, but suddenly he was sixteen again, and he was kissing Chloé until he jaws hurt, while his eyes were desperately glued to Eliott’s as if he needed those stormy grey pools to breathe. What was that party called again?

Right. Kiffance.

What a joke.

He had only scarce memories of the second club, probably because it was not all that different from the first one. The third one, however, was in one of those underground locations that tried so hard to look grunge and hipstery — not like he minded. He was on whatever beverage Basile and Arthur had deemed fit for the occasion, and it tasted a bit weird and was strangely colorless, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as what he feared at fist. The floor swayed a little when he got up, but it was a fun feeling that made him giggle for almost nothing. He felt warm and fuzzy and his accent in English had gotten so thick that he wasn’t sure anyone could get a single word anymore, but it didn’t seem to put off the guy who had pressed him up against the wall a while ago, and who was slowly climbing his way in the top 5 of the best kissers Lucas had come across in a long time. He was kinda hot too, the kind Lucas wouldn’t mind letting in his pants. In their booth, the boys were apparently cheering on him for some reason, and Yann raised his glass to him, making Lucas huffing a little breathy laugh between wet kisses.

When the guy reached for him to drag him in a more secluded corner, he followed suit.

For some reason though, the memory of a pretty brunette with bangs and a chirpy voice stuck at the back of his head while they walked around the dancefloor.

What time was it? He had no idea. All he knew was that, while he was making his way back towards the booth after maybe or maybe not giving a blowjob, ‘fuck yes’ was the answer he had given when Arthur had come across him with the promise of some fresh air and some weed. Like the good old times. The air hit him in the face as they got outside through the back door, a welcomed kick he didn’t know he needed that made his head spin a little. They settled against some sort of railing, taking a hit every now and then.

Emma showed up at some point, and Lucas vaguely heard something along the lines of the girls minus Daphné going back to the hotel, and Arthur probably needing to find a place to crash because she was sure she had seen Eliott leave with someone.

Lucas handed the joint to her then went back inside. There was probably some room left in his system for another drink.

There was some room left for one, but probably not for three. The fact that the ground now swayed dangerously should have disqualified him from dancing, but the beat was just so alluring and the movement of the other people helped him steady himself and follow — to a certain degree. People and faces and neon lights kept printing themselves a second too long in his brain each time he blinked.

He tripped over his own feet in the stairs leading up to the street, nearly falling face first in a fit of giggles. The others were lost to the crowd, for those who still remained at least, and his mind kept skipping what looked like a frame every now and then.

Wow, what the fuck, you okay? The voice was familiar. French? Maybe. He didn’t know, and suddenly the brick wall next to him grew alarmingly close.

Fuck he was gonna regret this. A giggle burst out of him.

Lucas cracked his eyes open with the feeling of rising up from the dead. His brain was fuzzy and his throat dry as a desert, and if there weren’t many pleasant occasions on which those two things gathered at the same time, this one was definitely not one of those. He found himself staring at the void, eyelids heavy, for at least good minute. The blinds hadn’t been shut at all, and apparently all the sunlight in the world had decided to flood in this particular room in order to make his eyeballs melt. With a wince at the pounding headache, he closed his eyes and tried to swallow down some saliva. Which, in fact, wasn’t that good of an idea. Lucas winced some more in disgust at the bad taste, curling a little bit on himself. The question was now how much courage he had left to get up, for a total of three minutes, just enough to grab a glass of water he’d probably apply first thing on his forehead, then go to the bathroom to relieve his bladder from all the liquid he had the night before. Good plan. Good. Plan. That was a good plan, Lucas thought sluggishly. The major flaw was that he didn’t know if his stomach would make it.

Said stomach started gurgling and Lucas felt a chill run up his spine.

Okay. The bladder would wait. It would. He squeezed his eyes shut, digging his face deeper in his pillow. Fuck. How many fucking drinks did he have? He hadn’t had a black-out since college, and now he was starting to remember why he had stopped pushing himself to the breaking point.

Because it fucking sucked afterwards.

A quiet huff echoing in the room and a movement on the other side of the bed made his eyes snap back open, the mattress dipping a little bit.

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

He forced his last two surviving braincells to connect together, but his mind was blank. All he could hear was the birds chirping aggressively outside, a few cars passing down the street and someone walking outside the room, feet digging into the thick carpet.

Thomp, thomp, thomp.

He didn’t remember hooking up with anybody. Let alone bringing them back to the hotel afterwards. That being said he didn’t remember much at all in the first place. He tried to scan his memory for any available clue but the only that came to his mind was Yann happily cheering on him for some reason, a very colored cocktail he didn’t remember the name of and-

Oh. Yeah.

He had hooked up with someone. Some guy. In a club.

Now he recalled. He also recalled getting down on his knees and he humfed to himself.

Yeah. Great. He didn’t dare to move now. It wasn’t his first one night stand, don’t get him wrong. He had had his share of those. But rarely ever with a hangover of this magnitude. Fuck he wasn’t in the right state to have the awkward morning after talk. No matter if the guy was all casual about it — they lived in two different countries and Lucas was literally there for two days, it wasn’t like something else would happen anyway. It still felt impossibly awkward regardless and the prospect of dealing with it didn’t help his already unsteady stomach. Particularly when he couldn’t get out. Because it was his room, right? Lucas squinted his eyes. It must be. Who else’s would it be?

It didn’t make sense. He spared a glance around. The armchair in the corner. The table aligned against the wall. The commode with a small tv screen. He could make up the dark shape of a building towering outside, across from the street.

It wasn’t his hotel room, Lucas thought.

Unless they had built whatever that building was last night.

He knew the hoodie thrown carelessly on the armchair though. And the sneakers near the foot of the bed. Heartbeat rising as realization downed on him, Lucas mustered enough courage to sit up, and after taking a deep breath, he turned his head to the other side of the bed, hands clutching at the sheets pooling low around his waist, where Eliott was still dead to the world.

#skam france #this one turned up longer than i thought #and a bit different?#i don't write like that usually i hope it's still good regardless #elu fic #mine #*#*tbom #lucas lallemant #eliott demaury #eluficrecs #elu

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sncwbaz · 6 years

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a start.

normal au. prom is happening, but simon isn’t going. he’s heard rumours of his ex and his crush going to prom together and he’s not really having it. turns out he’s not that good at fact checking, though. (also simon lives a domestic life with lucy and we don’t speak of the mage. david? we don’t know him.)

word count: 3.4K

warnings: none, besides some swearing. this is just very soft.

(read on ao3)

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I go through my Instagram Stories to look at pictures and videos of my classmates as they get ready for prom. According to Trixie’s Story, she and her questionable glitter kink have managed to pretty much drown her girlfriend in glitter for tonight. I also saw a video posted by Garreth of the hired limo arriving at his home for him and his date.

I let out a defeated sigh as I roll onto my stomach. I damn myself for not keeping my own promise of not spending this entire evening sulking over how everyone else is having fun at prom without me. It’s not as if I don’t have good reasons for not attending prom myself.

In fact, I’ve compiled a whole list of good, solid, reasons for not going:

1. Dancing I can’t dance to save my life. Prom includes dancing, staying at home does not.

2. Agatha This year is the first year where I won’t be able to go with Agatha as my date. We broke up earlier this school year, and even though I consider myself very much over her, it doesn't help that the whole school has been talking about how Agatha is taking Baz to prom as her date this year. It fucking has to be him of all people. I really don’t feel ready to watch the two of them slow dance, even just the thought of it makes him feel nauseous.

Now I’m not dating Agatha anymore, it also means that I actually have to find the courage to ask someone else as a date, with which comes the fear of the possible rejection. I swear I’m really over Agatha, but being in an actual relationship made getting a date for prom a whole lot easier.

3. Third Wheeling I figured I could ask Penny as my date… just to go as friends, but then I realised she’s going with her boyfriend, and then I realised that I don’t really have anyone else I could ask. This would mean I could just go by myself, which would have me ending up as third wheel with Penny and Micah. Yet another reason to just stay home.

4. A Suit This might sound stupid, but normally Agatha would find me a suit to wear, so I never had to think of it myself. I just wore what she wanted me to wear.

I would wear one of my suits from previous proms, if they hadn’t all belonged to Agatha’s father, or been hired instead of bought.

I guess this fits in under reason two as well, since the problem is Agatha based… but the suit feels like its own whole problem now. At least staying home means I can go around in sweatpants and a hoody.

5. Baz (and Agatha) Hear me out, this is not the same as reason two. The thing about Agatha and Baz going together is that I think I might be more jealous of Agatha than of Baz… Like I said, I’m truly over Agatha. I’m not over my crush on Baz though…

Regardless of my very solid reasons not to go to prom, I still can’t help but feel a sense of regret for not going. Being able to experience prom through my friends their social media accounts is definitely not helping.

Finally, I decide to bury my phone under my pillow, and go down stairs to watch a film with mum, if she’s up for it.

“Hi Si,” she greets me as I join her in the living room. She’s sitting on the couch with an tablet resting on her propped-up knees. I throw myself down on the couch beside her and peek at her tablet to see what she’s doing; playing Solitaire as it turns out.

“Bored, mum?” I ask her.

She smiles without looking up at me, “No, but you seem to be.”

I shrug and rest my head on her shoulder. “I thought that maybe we could watch a film?”

She nods, still not looking up from the tablet. “You had a particular film in mind?”

“No, not really. Just something light.”

It took us some time to finally choose a film to watch, and once we’re finally settled, each of us occupying one side of the couch, tablet closed off and out of sight, the doorbell rings.

Mum and I share a look and I pout at her, silently pleading her to get the door instead of me. I really don’t feel like getting up from my cosy spot on the couch. She gives me her motherly smile and goes to get the door.

I strain my ears to find out who’s ringing our doorbell at this hour.

“Hello Miss Salisbury, is Simon home?” I hear a familiar voice coming from our front door, and my heart goes actual haywire. There’s simply no fucking way.

“Hello Baz, yes he’s home. Should I get him or do you want to come inside?”

No verbal answer follows after that, but I can hear the door being closed shut, which means Baz must’ve come inside. I hear footsteps approaching the living room, and for a moment I contemplate going into hiding. However, the two of them reach the living room before I can move a muscle.

I watch Baz enter the living room in his dark green suit and slicked back hair, and I decide that I need a fucking moment. Baz Pitch is standing in my living room in his gorgeous prom suit—that, mind you, fits him perfectly—whilst he should actually be at prom with Agatha.

“What— Wh— Baz?” I struggle to form a coherent though as I stumble up from the couch.

Baz, the dick he is, just grins at me. “Hi, Simon.”

“I’ll be upstairs for a minute,” mum says, after looking from me, to Baz, back to me. I barely hear her going up the stairs, because I’m still too dumbfound by the fact that Baz is standing in front of me, in my living room, in his prom suit.

Baz takes a look at the television, where the screen is paused in the middle of the opening scene from Finding Nemo. Then he turns his gaze back to me and he seems to take in the clothes I’m wearing. I feel weirdly self-conscious as I become aware of the contrast of him standing there in a shiny suit, meanwhile I’m standing here is a pair of sweats and a hoody. “You really weren’t planning on going to prom, were you?”

“No,” I reply, though it sounds like a question.

“So Penelope told me,” Baz says, and he folds his arms over his chest, “She told me you weren’t going because you’re convinced that Agatha and I are going together.”

I feel my cheeks burning at the accusation, “I mean, I definitely had more good reasons to pass on prom.”

“Such as?”

“Such as that I can’t dance.”

“That has never stopped you from going to prom before.”

Oh, for fucks sake. I’m quiet for moment, meanwhile Baz looks at me with raised eyebrows. I realise he’s most likely waiting for me to continue listing my oh-so solid reasons for not going to prom.

“Also,” I say quickly, “I don’t have a date and I’m really not that excited about third wheeling with Penny and Micah.”

Baz snorts at that, “Fair enough. You could have just gotten yourself a prom date, though.”

“I couldn’t find a date,” I say in a small voice. God, I’m so glad mum left the room earlier to spare me from the embarrassment of having this conversation in front of her.

“You couldn’t find a date because you thought Agatha was already taken by me?”

“I couldn’t find a date because it seemed like you were already taken by Agatha,” I clarify, and I feel my heart pounding as I wait for Baz to get my implication.

“Are you trying to tell me that you would’ve actually asked me to prom if you hadn’t heard the rumours about me and Agatha going together?”

All I do is shrug, I can’t look Baz in the eye anymore.

“Well then,” he says slowly, “Next time I recommend you fact check the rumours you hear. I’m clearly not going to prom with Agatha, so I think you’ve got a question you want to ask me.”

“Wh—what?” My eyes instantly fix on Baz’s face again to see if he’s being serious. He looks at me like he’s not willing to repeat himself.

“You actually want to go to prom with me?” I ask carefully.

Baz looks at me for a moment, then shakes his head, “Simon, why do you think I’m standing here, in the middle of your living room, clearly dressed for prom?”

“Uh—Right. So… you want to go to prom with me?”

“Yes, Simon,” Baz says, and he’s smiling now. His smile is contagious, I think, as notice I’m smiling too.

Then I remember, “Uh, I don’t have a fancy suit.”

Baz grins, “Of course you don’t. I couldn’t care less, though, even if you’d show up to prom in the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

I look down at my worn out sweats and hoody, then up at Baz. “I’ll look like an absolute idiot, showing up like this.”

“You would. Yet you still managed to get the most handsome guy in our year as your date.”

I roll my eyes at that, though Baz was probably being generous by calling himself most handsome guy of their year, and not their entire school.

“Well, okay then,” I tell him, and we’re both quiet for a few seconds.

“You don’t want to change into other clothes?” he asks me.

“No, you said you would be okay with this, right?”

“Yes I am, but are you?”

I shrug. “It’s comfortable.”

He genuinely laughs this time. “I’m sure it is,” he says, and then he inclines his head towards outside. “Shall we go then?”

“Right now?” I ask. I instantly feel nervous about all of this. I’m actually going to prom with Baz. In my fucking sweatpants and hoody as well.

“If we want to arrive at prom before it ends, then yes. Right now. I’ve got a ride waiting for us outside.”

I realise that I need to move, but I’m still not fully processing everything that is happening right now. “Uh, my mum,” I stammer. “I should—uh, get her.”

I call for her from the bottom of the stairs, and she comes running down within seconds. “It turns out I actually am going to prom,” I tell her as we walk back into the living room where Baz is still standing ever so gracefully in his beautiful suit, waiting for me.

“I see,” she says with a broad grin on her face. “You’re going in these clothes?” She asks me.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

She shakes her head in disbelief, but I can see she’s smiling fondly at the same time. Then I notice the camera she’s holding in her hands.

“I assume you two won’t mind if I take some pictures before you go, right? My boy going to prom with his date is not something that happens every day, of course,” She says as she holds up the camera and gestures to us to stand together in front of it.

I look at Baz and I feel my cheeks growing warm, I take a few careful steps toward him and turn towards the camera my mom is holding up. Baz and I stand awkwardly next to each other as we wait for my mother to take some pictures. However, after taking just one look at us, she sighs. “Come on boys, huddle up!” She exclaims.

Baz and I look at each other, it reassures me to see that Baz looks uncertain as well. We shuffle closer together, so our shoulders are pressed together. I feel Baz brushing his hand softly against mine in question.

“Okay?” he asks me.

“Yeah,” I assure him, and he takes my hand in his. I can feel my cheeks getting warmer by the second, but I ignore this and interlock our fingers.

The both of us look back to my mum and her camera. “Smile, boys!” She tells us, and we do. We don’t just smile because she told us to; this whole situation feels like a dream.

When mum is done taking pictures Baz leads me outside to our ride, not letting go of my hand until he opens the door of the very expensive-looking Mercedes to let me inside.

Once I’m seated in the car I’m faced with absolute horror.

“Hello Simon,” says Fiona—Baz’s terrifying aunt—from the drivers seat.

It takes me every bit of nerve not to race right back out of the car, into my safe home.

“H—Hi,” I stammer.

“The fuck are you wearing?” She asks as she takes a look at me through the rear-view mirror.

“I—uh,” Before I can get anywhere with my answer, Baz enters the car.

“Straight to school, Fiona,” Baz tells his aunt.

She snorts at his choice of words. “Straight,” she mocks him, but she leaves it at that as she starts the car and drives off with quite the speed. I’m just praying we all come out of this car alive.

“You two took quite some time in there, I almost drove off without you,” Fiona comments.

“Simon’s mum wanted to take pictures. She took her time,” Baz replied. Mum wanting to take pictures definitely hadn’t been the reason for us taking forever, but I guess Baz doesn’t want to give a whole report on how long it took him to make me realise he wanted to go to prom with me, which is something I’m grateful for.

Once we arrive at school, I feel sick. Mainly because of Fiona’s reckless driving behaviour, but also because the nerves are really getting to me now.

I’m about to enter prom in my sweats and hoody, with Baz Pitch at my side. I wonder what Penny will think.

Baz and I get out the car and Fiona waves us off. Baz takes my hand—at which Fiona makes a whooping sound that both Baz and I ignore—and we make our way towards the entrance of our school.

“I’ll pick you two up in a few hours!” Fiona calls after us, and I would be lying if I said that I trust her to uphold that promise. That, however, is the least of my worries right now.

We’re greeted with cheesy pop music pounding from the speakers as we enter prom. All the people from our school have turned into a big swarm of awkwardly moving beings—most of them are actually out of timing with the beat of the music. The first thought I have is ‘How am I supposed to find Penny in this mess?’

Then I realise I’m here with Baz, so there’s truly no need to find Penny.

“You wanna dance?” I shout at Baz, barely loud enough to let my voice carry over the music.

“Obviously,” he shouts back, and he leads me into the big swarm of dancing teens.

It’s crowded, sweaty, and I really, really suck at dancing. I figured that all these things would make for a bad experience, but I’m having more fun than I’ve ever had at a prom.

After a few more dance tracks, a slow song comes on. Baz and I look each other in the eye for a few seconds, before we move closer. We have an awkward moment of trying to figure out who’s putting who’s hands where, but we figure it out.

I’ve got my hands behind his head, and I can feel how the stands of his hair are clinging to his sweaty neck. I smile as I softly brush my finger tips through those strands of hair, not minding the sweatiness of it at all. His hair, previously slicked back, is now hanging around his face in loose strands from dancing. I decide that I like it better this way.

I spare a quick look to the people around us. Not too far away from us I spot Penny and—

I quickly look back at Baz in terror.

“What?” He asks while laughing at my expression.

“I just saw Penny and Micah making out a bit too passionately, and I really didn’t need to see that.”

Baz laughs harder and his forehead bumps against mine, softly. First it happens on accident, but the second time he makes it happen on purpose and he stays there, his forehead softly pressed against mine.

I wonder if Baz expect us to kiss now. The thought makes panic bubble up inside me. I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. Not in front all of these people. Baz, though, seems perfectly at peace with just swaying to the music like this, so I take a breath and follow his lead.

Once the song is over, though, I quickly press a soft, barely there, kiss to his cheek before moving away from him. Instead of watching his reaction I start moving to the more upbeat song that is now playing, limbs moving wildly in all places.

After a few hours Baz and I end up back in Fiona’s car—she actually came to back to drive us home. She tries to interview us about how prom was by asking wether we made out or not, but Baz is quick to cut her off.

“Please don’t pry into my love life, pervert.” He says this with a grin, though. I can’t really wrap my head around the way the relationship between Baz and his aunt works. She shuts up though, so there’s that.

Once we arrive at my home, Baz follows me out of the car. “If you’re not back here in five minutes, I’ll be driving off without you!” Fiona calls at Baz.

“Not worried,” Baz tells her. “I’ll just sleep at Simon’s house.”

I can feel my entire face growing hot at that thought. I’m glad it’s dark out so Baz can’t see how my cheeks must have turned proper red at his comment.

Baz walks me to the front door, where we come to an awkward stop. I don’t really know why Baz followed me out of the car. I don’t know if he’s expecting anything from me.

“I—I really had fun,” I tell Baz. “Thank you for actually coming to get me and all…”

“Yeah, imagine if you had spent the entire prom at home, only to find out later that I actually didn’t go to prom with Agatha and you, therefore, stayed at home for nothing.”

I snort at that, “Yeah, imagine.”

We softly smile at each other. “I had fun too,” Baz says, softly.

We’re quiet for a bit. I desperately don’t want to go inside yet; not ready to have Baz removed from my side yet. For a moment I do contemplate if I should ask Baz to stay over for the night, but I don’t think mum would be fully down with that.

Baz halts my train of thought with a question. “Simon, can I kiss you?”

I consider this for a moment, then I smile at him and nod. My stomach is doing all sorts of things inside of my body, as Baz places his hand over my jaw, but I try to ignore it in favour of taking in every bit of contact between me and Baz.

Baz places his lips over mine and I can feel my heart pounding embarrassingly hard in my chest. The kiss isn’t much, yet it’s so much more than any kiss I’ve ever had with Agatha. I place my hands on Baz’s middle and move to deepen the kiss.

Only a second later we’re broken apart by Fiona’s warning. “30 seconds, Baz, or I’ll be off!”

“Right,” Baz says hastily, as he quickly looks back to Fiona’s car. “Thank you for tonight,” he says to me.

“Thank you, too,” I reply. We both smile and he presses a quick kiss against my lips before he’s off. I watch him get back into Fiona’s car, and think to myself that this is a start to something.

This is a start to something great.

#anna writes #it's 1:20 am and i'm dead #honestly there might be some mistakes in here because i wanted to have this fic up now and figures asking for a beta and waiting for-#someone to reply and all would just have me going to bed even later #so i read it through+ edited it myself but that often still leaves some typos #i promise to go over it again in the morning i just really want to have this up right now #i loved writing this though #it's been ages since i wrote these characters and it just felt great #snowbaz prom #snowbaz #snowbaz fic #snowbaz fanfic #snowbaz fanfiction #carry on #carry on fic #carry on fanfic #carry on fanfiction #simon snow #baz pitch

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Anna Wintour And ‘Vogue’ Have Reportedly Severed Ties With Kanye West Following His Antisemitic Comments

Anna Wintour and Vogue are the latest to sever ties with Kanye West. According to a report from Page Six, a representative from Voguestated that “neither the magazine nor its editor-in-chief Anna Wintour intend to work with Kanye West again after his anti-Semitic rantsand support for the White Lives Matter cause.”

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In 2014, Wintour featured Ye and his then-wife Kim Kardashian on the cover of Vogue after their wedding.

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This news arrives after Balenciaga announcedlast week they will no longer work with Ye.

At the time of writing, it is unclear what Vogue‘s Ye ban will entail.

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Mine

Pairings: Simon Snow x Baz Pitch

Genre: Warnings: Part 1 of the Carry On, Simon collection

Words: ~2,000

- Summary: For the first time in years, Agatha finds her legs.

Based on Carry On by FUN, this collection will be a mix of ficlets and excerpts from the novels that fit into the lyrics. More to come!

My head is on fire, but my legs are fine. After all, they are mine.

-Carry On, FUN.

Agatha

I don’t even realize I’m doing tendus in the sand until the water rolls over my toes, melting the perfect circle back into sloppy wet beach. Curious. I try again. My body falls into perfect alignment unconsciously: toes pointed, knee out, back straight. My back stacks its vertebrae into a rod, lifting me higher into the California sun as I trace another line in the sand. It’s a mindless tick, something I used to do under my desk when’s struggling through homework, or chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

I haven’t thought about ballet in years. Ive tried not to, because it felt too much like resounding failure. One more thing I had to give up because of magic. One more choice that wasn’t mine.

I begged my parents to let me stay on at my old studio. Begged. Cried. Threatened. Negotiated. Nothing. My studies at Watford were “far too important” to be impeded by a fanciful hobby, according to my mother. She always said this with a look of sympathy painted over her perfect features, but even I could tell her thought process was something along the lines of magic = power, ballet = ???, so magic > ballet (duh).

Dance class was power to me, though. The discipline it requires, the strength, the elegance. I had all of it in spades, but more importantly; I had the drive. I wanted to be the best ballerina in the company, win competitions, dance for the Royal Ballet. I remember watching the upper years in their pointe shoes and thinking that this was so much bigger than anything I could do with a wand. They were so graceful they floated, skimmed across the room, hair plaited and shiny as they leapt across the floor. It was perfection, no magic required. Even better, it had its own sort of magic.

At Watford, they teach you that words are power. But here, among satin and rosin and sweat and blood, you don’t have to speak, yet can connect to a thousand years of history nonetheless.

I tried to spell my shoes once, but it just made them more clunky and awkward. Dance remains to be the only thing I’ve found that magic cannot touch. It transcends and ends up more flawless than it would with spells or chants.

Dance was always the one place where I was free of magic.

…..

Simon

“You’re scowling even more than usual.”

“Hm?” I love the way the worry lines fall of Baz’s face as he refocuses on me. Makes him look much less broody. We’re sitting on opposite sides of the couch, legs tangled in the middle. I’m supposed to be studying but I’m really just watching Baz play on his phone.

“I said-” I poked a socked foot at the hand holding his phone- “you’re scowling at that thing more than usual.”

Baz rolls his eyes and bats my foot away. “I’m not scowling, I’m thinking. You might try it sometime, Snow.”

I move my face into an exaggerated approximation of Baz’s expression- eyes scrunched together, lips in a thin frown- “Totally scowling.”

“Crowley, you’re annoying. Why do I put up with you?” He says it meanly, but he’s also trying to hold back a smile.

“Oh, says the guy who’s hogging my couch in my flat.” I motion for Baz to scoot over and he does, letting me squish between his (bony, ow) shoulder and all the pillows Penny’s insisted should be stacked on the back of the couch. He cocks an eyebrow that says you can’t be comfortable and of course I’m not but I I’m not going to tell him that. I focus on making my wings less cramped until Baz takes pity on me and throws an arm around my back, taking the pressure off the scales. He even scratches my wing a little ‘cause he knows I like that.

I’m suddenly very, very aware that Baz is very, very close.

He kisses me. Or maybe I kiss him. And I sorta forget about the phone for a while.

…..

Agatha

Th entrance exam goes well, I think.

Emboldened by that one day on the beach, I quickly track down the nearest ballet studio and sign up for a placement test. I go out and buy my first pair of pointe shoes in years, breaking them in exactly like I used to. I get my feet back into shape, flexing and pointing and turning until my toes bleed. I buy a new leotard. My hair goes up in a ballerina bun for the first time in ages.

When I get the call, I’m almost too nervous to speak.

“Hi, I’m calling on behalf of the California ballet. Am I speaking to Agatha?”

“This is she.”

“Well, Ms. Agatha, we were quite impressed with your audition. I’m happy to say we’ll gladly offer you a spot in our classes, as well as a part-time position in our corps.”

“That’s… fantastic. Thank you so much.”

And the thing is? It really was fantastic. In a way nothing had been for many, many years. …..

Simon

“You need a bigger couch.”

“Oh, shove off.” I crane my neck over Baz to see him balancing precariously on the edge of the sofa. “Actually, don’t.”

Note to self: buy bigger couch.

“So what’re you looking at?” I caught a glimpse of a photo before Baz pulled his phone away, brow furrowed.

“Don’t get weird.”

“I’m never weird.” Another eye roll, but he hands me the phone, so, whatever. “It’s… oh.”

It’s Agatha.

But not any Agatha I’ve seen. This Agatha has hair falling out of her bun, and runs in her tights. There’s a bruise blossoming on her right shoulder.

She’s also smiling.

I can feel Baz looking at me, but I can’t pull my eyes away from the photo. “You found Agatha’s instagram?”

“Clearly.”

I scroll down. There aren’t many pictures, but the ones posted are museum worthy (had Agatha been into photography? She never mentioned it to me.) In one her legs are parallel to the floor, arms above her head. She looks like she’s floating. In another, toes pointed in pink satin shoes that just screamed Agatha (what’re those called? Pointe shoes you uncultured swine. Thanks Baz. Welcome, Snow.) to form a single connection between her and the floor, spinning like a top. She looks as though she’s carved from stone. But even though her face is blank theres a heat coming from her that blows away the dead-eyed, resigned Agatha I hold in my memory.

And I can read her well enough to know she’s deliriously happy.

“She looks…” Beautiful. Radiant. Like a stranger. I don’t know what I want to say.

Baz just nods and competently plucks his phone from my fingers, maneuvering the screen away from Agatha’s serene face. “She’s dancing intermittently for the California ballet.”

I vaguely remember something about her doing ballet. Horses, ballet, fancy tennis. Even after she ran all that way she can’t completely let go.

“She looks happy.” Baz says this casually, like he doesn’t know how much of a tailspin it sends me into. Maybe he doesn’t. He probably doesn’t think much about Agatha anymore.

Then again, I don’t much either.

…..

Agatha

The end of class always feels like breaking a trance. Like you release this wire you’ve been balancing on and you can breathe easy again.

It’s also awkward to see these graceful people fall from borderline swans into messes of sweaty, gangly college students.

I’ve been here for a term now, so there’s a few people who say bye to me on their way out the door. I’m always the last to leave. I linger over the water cooler and rub life back into each and every toes after peeling off split pointe shoes.

I’m always reluctant to go.

I throw said shoes into my bag and hunt around for my phone. There’s a new text from Jenny asking if we’re still going out tonight (yes, c u at home), a missed call from my parents (remind in one hour), and a few new notifications. I swipe to instagram, mostly to get rid of that red number hovering above the app, but a name catches my eye before I can lock the phone again.

Baz_Pitch has sent you a message.

I scroll through comments of a video someone took of me doing pirouettes impatiently until at the very end:

:) - s.s.

Just one stupid emoticon, and the s.s.- not Baz. Simon. Because isn’t it always Simon.

I ran all this way and I still can’t get far enough.

A thought flies up bitterly in my head: use your words, Simon.

And then I delete the message, zip up my bag, and let the studio door bang closed behind me.

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