#Fabienne Babe

[gregor-samsung]

Jours de France [4 Days in France] (Jérôme Reybaud - 2016)

[rwpohl]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbZpAgxo9-M

[strigital]

just a small bunch of Alek because he is the babiest of girls 😔

think it's about time i explained who tf he is and why i'm always sad about him so here are a few fun facts about the boi!:

saw his parents get brutaly unalived by Arasaka aged 16 and had to delta the fuck outta there with a toddler sister in his arms

got stranded in the desert outside Night City with nothing to his name but dad's old jacket, enough eddies to buy like one burger and a hungry child to care for

came across some Nomads (the Bakkers) and for a year or two Selita Bakker took the babes under her wing (then she fucken died and he had to leave again)

was forced into a life of crime just to make sure his sis didn't starve

he'd disappear for days or weeks doing gig after gig while Jaxine stayed with Mama Welles, Padre, Dr. Vik or Mama Fabienne (a kind-hearted haitian proprietress of The Birdhouse, an orphanage set up in the ruins of a small theatre tucked away somewhere between Dogtown and GIM) more about her sometime later

because of that Jax basically raised herself and Alek forever hated himself for not being there for her when she needed him most

he called her Jacket all the time and only used her name when she done fucked up and needed an ass woopin' (she was a hooligan who'd get locked up on possession charges aged 14...)

the nickname came from the fact that after they became orphans Jax would only ever shut up and stop crying while swaddled into her dad's giant jacket; she'd even wobble around like a penguin wearing it like a giant ass cape. and so it stuck. Jacket (sometimes it was JJ when Alek was in a hurry)

back in the world of edgerunning he was known as Vulture or V for short. his selling pitch was "got a bone to pick with somebody? Vulture's your man!"

as a side job he also ran an indie rock group "The Vultures". music helped him cope with day-to-day traumatic shit he had to endure. it's through the showbiz that he met Kerry Eurodyne and developed a hopeless crush on the celeb. feelings were mutual AF but both gonks were too shy to say anything. Kerry would only find out about it some years later from his sis when she became a walking floppy disk for Johnny_Silverhand.exe

at some point he utterly peaked in the merc world. every dog at the Afterlife knew his face and everybody wanted to work with him. even Rogue at some point advertised him to her clients as "the" man to do the job

at the pinnacle of his career Alek chipped in some mean mantis blades, top of the line Kiroshis, a Militech-made Sandevistan and a gazillion more enhancements that made him a fucken beast to be reckoned with. he also trained relentlessly and folks even mistook him for an ex-military, even though everything he knew was self-taught. he never stopped improving his body and mind and because of this (or maybe inspite of this?) he started showing the first symptoms of cyberpsychosis sometime around 2070. despite that, he'd keep his illness under control up until his death in 2074

it was also around this time that he klepped a pristine Type-66 Avenger off some corpo rat. he took the beaut to the Nomads to have it juiced up and after some work the wheels came out black as midnight, equipped with CrystalDome tech, guns upon guns, meanest freaking engine and tyres that could cling to walls if need be. don't ask how many people died staring down that bumper approaching them head-on at supersonic speeds, cause the answer is too many. Jax always felt like he loved that damned car more than her sometimes... and whenever she asked to take the beastie for a spin he'd always reply "over my dead body". who knew fucker meant it literally?!

Alek lied to Jaxine her whole life in a desperate bid to protect her from literally the entire world. the story of how they became orphans, what he did as a job, where he went off to for days on end... girl grew up knowing nothing about real Alek. only years later when with the help of a mutual friend she discovers his secret pad in the Glen that she'd start to piece together who he really was

Alek was afraid of his illness taking away his memory, so he scrolled damn near everything. birthday parties, hangouts at the shooting range, hikes into the badlands... every more or less important moment with Jaxie got recorded onto a BD shard and tucked away like a precious little slice of life that he was losing alongside his self-destructing neural links. later, Jaxie would spend hours rolling them over and over again, reliving the life that Arasaka took from them

throughout his career Alek's sole purpose in life (besides keeping his lil' sis alive) was revenge on Arasaka. specifically, he wanted to end Saburo himself with his own hands. any gig that involved messing with 'Saka or allowed him to gather crucial info was an automatic green light for him

he knew his dad didn't die in the assault and suspected he was Soulkilled like many other enemies of the corp (old man did in fact manage a anti-corpo group of vigilantes for like a decade before getting ratted out by somebody). at some point while on a gig to steal some 'Saka intel he got a hold of his dad's engram's copy. not like the Relic which would delete your personality, but the old gen - one that you plug in and talk to like your average hologram. of course, Alek never told Jax that he had their dead father on a shard slotted into his head at all times... and old man Bryce didn't want to traumatize his junior kid even further, either

dad wholeheartedly supported his son's mission to topple Arasaka, which was probably a bad idea... because history tends to repeat itself and eventually 'Saka discovered Alek's true identity and connected numerous crimes against them back to him. Adam Smasher was on his way to smash Alek...

too late did Alek realize that he done fucked up. he got all the crucial info locked away in his pad, the keys from it he left in his wheels and send that mf off into the sunset with a trusted fella. he recorded a sordid confession for Jaxie with a shitton of i'm-sorry's and i-love-you's and sent her away by... lying, again. he told her some drug dealers where coming to collect their due and he wanted her out of danger while he dealt with them. but the metal man Smasher showed up and the epic fight ensued. Alek knew he had no chance but he wasn't gonna make it easy for the dickwipe that zeroed his fam. the least he could do is hurt the bitch. and so as Jaxie was speeding away on Alek's bike - explosion. both Alek and his digitized dad were gone for good. Jaxie was left to fend for herself, not knowing that 'Saka now knew that they didn't wipe all of the Bryces and were looking for the one that got away

eventually she'd learn the whole tragic ass truth. and despite Alek's last wish for Jaxine to leave 'Saka be and just live her life, she made it her life goal to avenge her family. somehow, someway. one Johnny Silverhand would later come in extremely handy in this quest of hers

even though his life was hard and short, he did try to live to the fullest. he put his heart and soul into his music, he tried his damned best to show Jaxine that he loved her, and he looked out for his friends. Rogue would describe him as "the good villain" - a guy who despite having bloodied hands that never dried, always tried to do well by others. there was a short time when he was considered the deadliest motherfucker in town the mention of whose name sent shivers down gangoons' spines. and then he, like many before him and after, died

so if ya wanna honor the legendary Vulture whose flight was cut short, come down to the Afterlife and ask Claire for a shot of The Vulture: Armagnac Massy on the rocks with a splash of Cirrus Cola and a mint garnish. expensive, you say? if you knew him, you'd know he was worth every ennie

[belamusica]

October: A Playlist

When looking for songs for October, I lean towards upbeat rock and indie music with a Halloween-like element. Ranging from 60's psychedelic rock to Twin Temple's Satanic doo-wop, the songs listed below are the perfect playlist as fall approaches and the leaves start to shift in colors!

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Satan’s a Woman by Twin Temple

Vampire City by Dren McDonald

In The Room Where You Sleep by Dead Man’s Bones

Lesbian Vampyres from Outer Space by Scary Bitches

Gothic Surf-a-rama by Vampire Beach Babes

Bloodsucker by Paralysed Age

Let’s Have a Satanic Orgy by Twin Temple

Laisse tomber les filles by Fabienne DelSol

Gallows Hill by Traitrs

She’s My Witch by Kip Tyler

Black Cathedral by This Cold Night

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult

Human Fly by The Cramps

The Devil (Didn't Make Me Do It) by Twin Temple

Psycho Killer by Talking Heads

Freight Yard by The Garden

Witch by the bird and the bee

My Girlfriend is a Witch by October Country

Voodoo Idol by The Cramps

Season Of The Witch by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Witch Trials by Traitrs

Femme Fatale by Twin Temple

Every Breath You Take by The Police

Paint It, Black by The Rolling Stone

I Put A Spell On You by Nina Simone

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

[ghassanrassam]

1991 Fabienne Babe

[dare-g]

You and the Night (2013)

[ulrichgebert]

Les rencontres d'après minuit wird den Erwartungen an einen Film mit der ja ansich vielversprechenden Handlungsangabe “Gegen Mitternacht bereitet sich ein junges Paar und ihr Dienstmädchen-Transvestit auf eine Orgie vor. Als Gäste erwarten sie die Schlampe, die Diva, den Hengst und den Teenager.” nicht wirklich gerecht. Stattdessen benimmt es sich wie irgendein mutwillig provokantes, halbsurreales Problemstück, bloß daß man nicht dahinterkommt, was das Problem eigentlich ist.

[lounesdarbois]

Fabienne Babe dans Les démons de Jésus, 1997.

[inthemoodforportnawak]

Souvenir d'une vraie série noire à la télé, un samedi soir de 1984 : L'ennemi public n° 2 (Édouard Niermans - 1984)

Jean-François Stévenin, Jean-Pierre Sentier, Florent Pagny, Dominique Valera et Fabienne Babe.

RIP Jean-François Stévenin (1944-2021)

[kino51]

Que le diable nous emporte   2018

[rachelmygod]

O Último Mergulho (Joao Cesar Monteiro, 1992)

[gregor-samsung]

Jours de France [4 Days in France] (Jérôme Reybaud - 2016)

[eshilftnurgewalt]

Un soupçon d’amour, Paul Vecchiali [2020]

[genevieveetguy]

Walden, Bojena Horackova (2020)

[lerayonvert-revue]

En raison de ses démons, la construction du conte moral proposé par « Que le diable nous emporte », aussi savante soit-elle dans une stratégie des apparences théorématiques voilant cependant un credo axiomatique, ne sort résolument pas de la « pensée straight ».

[chenria]

Litg Season 2 Fanfic - The End of the Summer

My attention span is that of a goldfish (or worse actually)... So, me writing something is rare... me finishing writing is ... yeah, no. So, I won't pretend that this will be different...

But I tweaked this "prologue" chapter all day today so ... I just leave this as standalone thing for now. I wasn't expecting this chaos when I replayed the 2nd season... but well, it gave me several headcanon ideas and occupied my brain, which is usually not forthcoming with any personal ideas.

So, Fabienne was coupled with Carl when she returned from Casa Amor. She hadn't really been interested in any of the guys after Lucas was voted out right after coming into the Villa. But when he suddenly returned ... she couldn't resist his charms, ignoring her budding feelings for Carl. And well, he didn't take it too well when she confessed cheating on him. (We all agree to ignore that they were all horrible hypocrites and knew each other for just a few days... but Litg wouldn't be fun without the hypocrisy and unnecessary drama XD)

*~*~*~*~*

They were runner-ups. That wasn’t too bad. Fabienne grinned giddily and felt a huge weight lift off her shoulders. It was finally over and now she got a chance to really get to know Lucas and maybe see where this was going to lead both of them.

But when she turned to him and tried to reach for his hand his face was unreadable and he was checking his phone. He glanced up when he noticed Fabienne was looking at him and rolled his eyes. “Seriously, you can drop the act now, the cameras aren’t on us.” There was no charm in his voice and Lucas just looked at her as if she was a stranger.

“What?” was everything Fabienne managed to say in that moment and she blinked at him.

Lucas exhaled and ran a hand through his hair. “Seriously, do I have to break it down for you? This was a game, babe. As if I would ever come on a TV show to find love.” He huffed a laugh. “I was only here for the thrill and you were a welcome distraction. We had our fun.” He shrugged and Fabienne could do nothing but stare at him with wide eyes. How could she not have seen it? How stupid had she been? All of a sudden it all made sense. She had forgotten this was a damned game. She felt sick.

When she didn’t say anything Lucas shrugged. “Cheer up,” he said with a grin. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

That snapped her out of her thoughts. “Don’t be ridiculous,” Fabienne replied, balling her hands into fists at her side. “I never want to see you again.”

“Whatever. Fine with me,” Lucas just shrugged and walked away, leaving Fabienne with a hollow ache in her chest. It had all been an act and she had fallen for it. What a dimwitted fool she had been. Blinking rapidly she fought the tears.

She was not going to cry.

Not here.

Not now.

Not because of a guy like Lucas.

Wiping the welling tears from under her eyes without ruining her makeup Fabienne turned around. She saw Carl staring at her from across the lawn. His expression was cold and he turned around without another glance. Yeah, she deserved that.

What was it Hannah had suggested she did? Listen to her heart? This was not Friend Island after all? Yeah... her heart gave shitty advice. Fabienne wouldn’t listen to it again anytime soon... or ever. Her heart had told her to go for Lucas and leave Carl. True, it was just a stupid game show on TV but she thought...

Fabienne closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

No, she hadn’t been thinking and that was the problem. She used to be a fact oriented person. She used to weigh the odds to make a decision. Letting hormones and emotions decide her actions was what had now caused the pain in her chest and the lump that threatened to choke her.

She was not going to cry in front of all the people.

Fabienne was glad nobody was paying her any mind or trying to talk to her since everyone was still fawning over Noah and Hope. They were as fake as all of them. She gave them three months... maybe half a year, not more.

Yeah, she was bitter and quickly wiped away a treacherous tear.

If she wouldn’t push it, nobody would care for her in a week or two. The runner-up was always quickly forgotten.

Lottie might get more attention for her makeup artist skills and Gary would probably have to show up with his nan. Bobby would be invited to demonstrate his baking skills, Chelsea to show her pillows. But Fabienne would blend into the background and she would not push to the front. There was no special skill she had other than dressing nicely and most likely earning the reputation of a snob. She still remembered the mean tweet from that game. And honestly, that was probably one of the nicer tweets. No, she wouldn’t even watch the highlights of the show. Or at least not anytime soon.

Squaring her shoulders she made a decision to let the Love Island Fabienne have one more night of fun and laughter and dancing with her Love Island friends - for the sake of appearance. And then it would all go away. She would stop thinking about Lucas and the way his kisses had made her heart flutter. She would forget the pain in Carl’s eyes as she had confessed that she had cheated on him. She would stop thinking about how ridiculously gullible she had been and how easily fooled. The memory of how she had messed up would soon be forgotten and she would return to being plain old Fabienne Evans, Cambridge astrophysics alumni.

She was not going to cry because of a guy who didn’t want her.

But damn, she wanted to cry so badly.

Tomorrow.

Today she would endure one more night of smiling and laughing and pretending this summer had been the best of her life. She would pretend that nothing had happened while she felt like her heart was made out of lead and she felt on the verge of tears. Maybe there was some strong drink she could drown her sorrows with. True, alcohol didn’t solve problems, but it helped to make you forget them for the night. And all she wanted at that moment was to forget.

Though Fabienne knew that her brain would not let her forget anything anytime soon. Had Carl also just played the game or had his feelings been genuine? And if he had really cared for her... she pressed her hand to her lips to stifle the sob. She had always considered herself a smart person, but she was so ridiculously stupid.

“Heeey!” Chelsea suddenly yelled behind her and stumbled against Fabienne. “You shouldn’t be standing here all by yourself. Fabs. Come on, this is a party! And you should be out there dancing!” Not allowing any protest, she dragged Fabienne to the dance floor.

Yes, for one more night Fabienne would be able to be her Love Island self. Tomorrow she would go back to her life and file this summer under youthful follies that shouldn't be repeated. Tomorrow she would start anew.

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