The world’s worst and irritating--yet, most effective--alarm clock, Laurent Bourgeois.

Laurent:  “...and, me, I’m nobody without my twin brother.”

One of the most interesting, and enlightening, things about this video is seeing Laurent in the background dancing, too, as a contrast, and evidence, as to how incredibly different their interpretation of the song and dance styles are.  (This begins around 2:26 in the video.)

and reblogging lots of posts from there.  Although, the Les Twins Tumblr fandom is dead (look at the high number of notes that the old posts used to get, many of them several hundred!, compared to the very low number the posts get nowadays), I’m keeping my LT blog alive.

Larry lets you know that you need a man like him to make a beautiful baby.

Moves featuring Les Twins by Bacardi.  (Dancing around New York City.)

After all this time,I've decided to re-read this entire fic and i tell you i only remember a little of the plot. I have no remembrance of any detail man. Like I'm sitting here reading and my legit reaction to Lau announcing Corinne as his fiancee (if anyone cares or remembers) was "oh shit!". I've had countless reactions where I'm like "daaang" or "yeeees Lau". But my favorite is "Corrine,why you always crying? Damn!" But then i remember i wrote this shit and and I'm like tf bruh? Anyhow catching up on old fun from the lf fandom miss you all!