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au where gabin joins tobias in new york and tobias has a similar convo with him that cheyenne has with susu re: friends. "what do you mean you're going out tonight? you made friends? with who? who's larry? why would you do that?"

& then while gabin goes out with the other dancers, tobias and cheyenne (definitely not friends) stay back trying to fix some dance or something idk

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i lie to gansey. i lie to blue.

AND THEN THEY HANG OUT IM NOT EVIL

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yeah thats my friend hetero adam he keeps a picture of a hot successful guy in his glove box "for inspiration" yeah that's what we call him heterooo adam

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pynch hooking up during adam's night shift in boyd's..... just them alone in that place, locked up in the garage, fucking on the hood of someone's sexy car that was brought to adam for a repair...

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am i the only one who queues up hozier when i need to write pynch?

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rlly into drawing them tiny & small lately

rlly into making them tiny + small.

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forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit

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decisions, decisions 📞

Tobias couldn't stop fidgeting. He didn't remember the train from London to Paris being so long the last time he took it. Although the last time he was on the train, he had been choreographing a new piece, something to keep him busy. Recently, every new idea he had seemed to drift in and disappear just as quick like a word on the tip of your tongue, unreachable. It was infuriating. His notebooks were just full of scribbles, shapes, whispers of ideas but no cohesion. Maybe being back in Paris was the jump-start he needed to recalibrate, refocus.

Maybe seeing Gabin again would help. -- Continuation of lost in translation. Gabin calls MBT back and Tobias and Gabin meet in Paris.

Another snippet under the cut!

"You've got Jack."

Gabin stepped away from the curb as the bus pulled up, waving off to the driver. "I, um," he felt uncharacteristically shy, nervous. He cleared his throat and tried again, willed the blind confidence, the bravado to shine through. "Hi, Jack. It's Gabin. I just got your email and—"

"That was fast."

Gabin blinked, still walking, trying to find a quiet place to duck into. He should have had this conversation back at the National. He started heading back that way. "What?"

"I emailed you a few hours ago. I didn't expect a phone call today."

"Oh, I, um…" Was he too eager?

"No problem, let me just—" there was a commotion, a shout, a clatter, the waves of voices rising high and fading away as he passed them in the hallway. MBT seemed more chaotic than its Paris counterpart. It was a similar cacophony of noise from his phone call with Tobias last night, but then he assumed the stereotype of loud Americans was probably true. Eventually it got quieter on the New York end of the call. A door shut, a loud sigh, the creak of a chair. "Sorry, I was heading back to my office anyway. Nice to uh, sort of meet you, I guess? Over the phone rather than in person."

"Right, yes. Nice to meet you, too." God, Jack seemed as much a rambler as Tobias.

"I've heard a lot about you! And well, seen a lot of you, I guess. From the busy season you had last spring. All very impressive stuff."

"Merci." He made it back to the square outside the National, hefting his bag over one shoulder and started pacing. "Is that why you wanted to—"

"Right! Right, well I was wondering if you wanted to try out New York for a little while." Gabin's heart skipped a beat. He must have misheard.

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ants when you lift up a rock

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i swear this sequel just came outta me

decisions, decisions 📞

Tobias couldn't stop fidgeting. He didn't remember the train from London to Paris being so long the last time he took it. Although the last time he was on the train, he had been choreographing a new piece, something to keep him busy. Recently, every new idea he had seemed to drift in and disappear just as quick like a word on the tip of your tongue, unreachable. It was infuriating. His notebooks were just full of scribbles, shapes, whispers of ideas but no cohesion. Maybe being back in Paris was the jump-start he needed to recalibrate, refocus.

Maybe seeing Gabin again would help. -- Continuation of lost in translation. Gabin calls MBT back and Tobias and Gabin meet in Paris.

Another snippet under the cut!

"You've got Jack."

Gabin stepped away from the curb as the bus pulled up, waving off to the driver. "I, um," he felt uncharacteristically shy, nervous. He cleared his throat and tried again, willed the blind confidence, the bravado to shine through. "Hi, Jack. It's Gabin. I just got your email and—"

"That was fast."

Gabin blinked, still walking, trying to find a quiet place to duck into. He should have had this conversation back at the National. He started heading back that way. "What?"

"I emailed you a few hours ago. I didn't expect a phone call today."

"Oh, I, um…" Was he too eager?

"No problem, let me just—" there was a commotion, a shout, a clatter, the waves of voices rising high and fading away as he passed them in the hallway. MBT seemed more chaotic than its Paris counterpart. It was a similar cacophony of noise from his phone call with Tobias last night, but then he assumed the stereotype of loud Americans was probably true. Eventually it got quieter on the New York end of the call. A door shut, a loud sigh, the creak of a chair. "Sorry, I was heading back to my office anyway. Nice to uh, sort of meet you, I guess? Over the phone rather than in person."

"Right, yes. Nice to meet you, too." God, Jack seemed as much a rambler as Tobias.

"I've heard a lot about you! And well, seen a lot of you, I guess. From the busy season you had last spring. All very impressive stuff."

"Merci." He made it back to the square outside the National, hefting his bag over one shoulder and started pacing. "Is that why you wanted to—"

"Right! Right, well I was wondering if you wanted to try out New York for a little while." Gabin's heart skipped a beat. He must have misheard.

lost in translation 🩰

"I don't think I will ever not love you." The tears were falling now, he couldn't help it. When Tobias moved closer, it was Gabin's turn to hold out a hand to keep his distance. "I would wait—merde—I would wait for you for years. Please just tell me you don't want me. That would be kinder." -- Gabin and Tobias have a big miscommunication before the end of the swap and break up. Tobias learns to communicate in the only way he knows how. Through dance.

Another snippet under the cut!

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He looked over at Geneviève, who was already looking back. Kind eyes, soft understanding. Even if she found him ridiculous most of the time, she still remained a soft place to land. He considered it. There was so much he could say, so much that had been bottled up inside since he left Tobias' apartment that night. Even just thinking about the weight of it all made his throat close up, the tears coming back.

"Je l'aime toujours," he confessed in a whisper.

"Oh, Gabin," she sighed, leaning forward to rest a hand gently on his arm. "What happened?"

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little pynch comic of THE scene... it took me by surprise so much that I had to pause and reread. ohhhh my god I love them. Also - I found that "Daydream/Wetdream/Nightmare" by Saint Motel is literally THE PERFECT pynch song ever??? It's one of my all time favorites and it fits them soooo well!! too well even.

🖤🖤🖤

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Jordan I get you....

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lost in translation 🩰

"I don't think I will ever not love you." The tears were falling now, he couldn't help it. When Tobias moved closer, it was Gabin's turn to hold out a hand to keep his distance. "I would wait—merde—I would wait for you for years. Please just tell me you don't want me. That would be kinder." -- Gabin and Tobias have a big miscommunication before the end of the swap and break up. Tobias learns to communicate in the only way he knows how. Through dance.

Another snippet under the cut!

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He looked over at Geneviève, who was already looking back. Kind eyes, soft understanding. Even if she found him ridiculous most of the time, she still remained a soft place to land. He considered it. There was so much he could say, so much that had been bottled up inside since he left Tobias' apartment that night. Even just thinking about the weight of it all made his throat close up, the tears coming back.

"Je l'aime toujours," he confessed in a whisper.

"Oh, Gabin," she sighed, leaning forward to rest a hand gently on his arm. "What happened?"

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hi it came across my feed again to remind me so i just want u to know that this scene was the inspiration for fare well. does anyone wanna take a guess on who is gonna be the jess mariano in this universe? adam is so the rory lmao

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Second attempt ✊. Blue Sargent fanart took me way longer than I thought lol.

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The Mechanic and The Tool

The Magician and The Greywaren

A Mucha recreation by the lovely @kelliealtogether ✨ Thank you so much! I love doing these so much.