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Truce

Title: Truce Summary: The Winchesters and The Campbells were always fighting each other, but what happens when a Winchester falls in love with a Campbell. Pairing: Dean Campbell x Reader!Winchester Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 1712 Squared Filled: Mafia AU Bingo Card: @spnaubingo A/N: None

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Dean Campbell followed his mother and brother into their compound. Their mother was fuming as their rivals the Winchesters had once again outsmarted them on a case. His brother Adam, continued on to his room while Dean settled in at the large meeting table.

“How? How did John Winchester and his kids get to that Rugaru before we did?” Mary Campbell asked as she poured herself a drink.

Looking at her as she sat at the head of the table, “They’re eggheads mom. They probably bored the poor monster to death.”

She chuckled, “We need to get someone on the inside to see how they are getting to monsters before us.”

“I could probably find a way in there, if you want.” He suggested his heartbeat picking up slightly.

His mom took a drink before giving him a nod, “Report in to Bobby twice a week.”

He stood with a nod heading off towards his own room to pack up a few things. He pulled out a phone from the inside of his jacket and sent a text before grabbing his duffle leaving the compound. He cruised down the dark, empty highway out of Lawrence heading towards Lebanon.

Arriving at the small house a few miles from the Winchester’s not so secret bunker, Dean’s stomach fluttered with excitement. Grabbing his things, he rushed inside to find (Y/N) Winchester standing in front of the fireplace looking at pictures on the mantle.

“Hi sweetheart.”

She turned smiling widely before closing the distance between and kissing him, “Hello handsome.”

He scooped her up and headed off to the bedroom before she could say anything else. It had been months since they last saw one another.

Over a year ago, while hunting a pack of werewolves, Dean and (Y/N) had run into one another. After a few choice words, insults and killing the pack they ended up sharing a bottle of whiskey and sleeping with each other. Agreeing to never speak of their night together or one another again it was a couple months later they found themselves face to face again. Unable to deny their attraction to one another after another night together it began a whirlwind, secret relationship.

As they laid together in bed, Dean had his eyes closed enjoying the feeling of (Y/N)’s fingers trailing across his chest, “What’s going on, Dean? It’s not like you to come here practically unannounced.”

“My mother wants me to spy on your family from the inside. The information I’ve been feeding you for hunts and you getting there before us has her frustrated. I’m wondering if it might be time to put our plan into action.”

She sat up, the thin sheet slipping away from her body distracting him for a moment, “We just told my father about us and he wasn’t thrilled nor was my brother. Do you really think now is the time for this?”

“I’m sorry, were you speaking? I’m distracted by your perfect and beautiful breasts in my face.” He chuckled as she slapped his chest, “Ow.”

“I’m serious, Dean. Do you honestly think this is the right time?”

He pushed himself up to rest against the headboard, pulling her into his side, “We don’t know until we try. If our parents are as smart as they think they are then they will see the benefits of our families joining together.”

(Y/N) pressed her lips against his chest, “If they don’t see the benefits?”

“Then we go to plan B. Just you and me.” A tense silence fell between as Dean kissed her head, “Set up a meeting with your dad and we’ll run our plan by him first.”

The next afternoon, Dean sat across from John Winchester along with his son, Sam, and his second in command, Ellen Harvelle. (Y/N) was sitting beside him as they finished telling them their plan to bring the families together. John sat there rubbing his hand over his stubbed chin silently.

“So, you want to initiate a truce between our families?”

Dean nodded, “Yes sir. Our families have had this rift between them for as long as any of us can remember. Combining your families’ brains and my families’ brawn will be the only way to get ahead of all the monsters.”

Sam turned to his father, “As much as I hate to admit this, but the hunter has a point.”

“He has a name, Sam.” (Y/N) snapped.

He rolled his eyes, “Dean has a point. We could direct the hunters to locations of monsters for them to kill.”

“Set up a meeting with Mary and when the time is right we will be there to back you up.” John stood up looking to the two of them, “Or you two could just make it legal binding our families together.”

(Y/N) squeezed his hand as John smirked walking away from the large map table, “Did he just suggest what I think he did?”

“Yeah sweetheart, I think he did.”

Three Weeks Later

Dean nervously paced in front of the fireplace as (Y/N) waited in the kitchen. His mother, Adam and Bobby were all on their way there. His stomach was churning as he went over his plan in his head repeatedly. Upon hearing a car driving up the gravel drive, he went to the door to meet his family.

“Thank you all for coming.”

They all walked inside in the living room, “Dean, why are we here?” Mary asked as she sat down.

“(Y/N),” Dean called towards the kitchen, “For the last year, I have been dating (Y/N) Winchester.”

“What?!” All three of them shouted.

(Y/N) came in standing by his side and lacing her fingers with his, “The feud between our families needs to end. Working against one another is pointless and just works in the favor of the monsters we all want dead.”

Adam stood up, “You’re going against the family for some pussy!”

“Watch what you say, bro. I will take you down before you even lay a finger on me.” He seethed as (Y/N) ran her hand down his back trying to keep him calm.

Mary stood as well, “Adam, walk away.”

Dean watched as his little brother huffed then stormed out the front door, “Mom!” he shouted.

Everyone came out to the front of the house to see the Winchesters standing there. Dean and (Y/N) quickly pushed past Mary and Bobby to get in between the families.

“Wait. Hear us out.” Dean pleaded with his mother whose eyes were focused on the people behind him.

“Talk fast.” Her eyes connected to his.

Dean took a deep breath, “(Y/N) and I didn’t mean to fall in love, but we did. Now, we have an opportunity to truly have an operation that could make a difference against the monsters. We know the Men of Letters view hunters as dumb Neanderthals and we think they’re eggheads.”

Sam and Adam both scoffed as Dean rolled his eyes continuing, “Their accurate and constant information will only aid hunters in their fight. Why would we not want the merging of these two families to happen?”

“John Winchester cannot be trusted, none of them can.” Mary looked behind him once more.

“Come off it Mary. That is ancient history and for god sakes I’m human. I made a mistake.” John walked up on the other side of Dean across from his mother.

Mary scoffed, “That mistake cost me the love of my life.”

“And if I remember a week later, my wife was killed by a demon that you had claimed to have killed. I was angry, you were angry. What good did it do for either of us?” John’s hand rested on Dean’s shoulder, “All it did was divide us further making it easier for the monsters to get to us.”

Dean let go of (Y/N)’s hand stepping in front of his mother, “Our families need to pull their heads from their asses and join together.”

For the first time in his life, he watched as his mother’s eyes softened, “You really are in love with this girl?”

He nodded, “I am.”

She sighed pulling Dean into her arms whispering in his ear, “I will not forget this.” She pulled away from him the hardness back in her eyes.

“John, I will reach out to you within the week about how this new truce shall work between our families.” She said, stepping in between Adam and Bobby once more.

He nodded silently stepping back between Sam and Ellen, “I look forward to our families getting to know one another.”

“Mom, wait.” Dean called out as his family had begun to walk to their car, “There’s one more thing that I need you here for.”

He turned to (Y/N), who was looking curiously at him. Pulling out a small box he had within his pocket, Dean lowered to one knee in front of her, open the box.

“(Y/N) Winchester, I love you and want to spend whatever number of days I have left by your side. Saving people and hunting things. Will you do me the honor by marrying me and truly making this a family business?”

Audible gasps from his family and (Y/N) before she answered, “Yes. Yes!”

He slipped the ring on her finger before scooping her up and kissing her. Slowly, John began to clap as the rest of the Winchesters joined him. Dean smiling widely looked over to his family and immediate dread filled his chest. They were watching silently and without any reactions before getting in the car, driving away from them. Sighing heavily, he turned back towards (Y/N) pushing his lips into a smile.

John squeezed his shoulder once more, “Welcome to the family, son. If you break her heart there will be nothing left of you to come back and haunt us.”

Dean chuckled, “Understood.” The Winchesters walked off back towards their Bunker.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around his waist, “Are you okay?”

“Of course, hopefully one day my mother will come to her senses. Until then I will get to know my new family.” He kissed the top of her head as they walked inside their home.

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Fun time! I’m making you the host of the party of the decade, this is a legends only affair, please tell me what’s on the menu (can be all desserts if you want), what 10 legendary people from the past or present you’d invite, what the sound of the night would be and location (can be outdoors or indoors). Go all out with this, maybe even do a moodboard if you’re up to it! ❤️

This actually is a super fun question thank you so much! Outdoor meals are super cute in theory but are prone to winds and bugs so I’m thinking it will be mostly inside. I feel like the menu would be a blend of styles from Moroccan to Italian and Cajun?

For the appetizers I'd probably have simple salads like a caprese alongside toasted rustic Italian bread with garlic herb butter or tomatoes, fried goat cheese or a general charcuterie board with various cheeses.

Main courses would vary: I'm thinking coq au vin, bouillabaisses, pasta puttanesca, mussel, clam and shrimp pasta, etouffe, lamb tagine, lemon garlic butter chicken and green beans.

Dessert wise this will also vary: Honey rose ice cream, chocolate chiffon cake with fresh strawberries, plum clafoutis, figs with honey and cheese, grilled or fresh peaches with cream, almond cake with a blood orange glaze, chocolate souffle and a creme brulee.

Music? I’m torn between alte cruise and house.

Who would I invite? Hmmm.

Helen Oyeyemi, Naomi Campbell, Leomie Anderson, Raveena, Amy Sall, Jamila Woods, Nao, Upile Chisala, Weyes Blood, Little Simz.

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Beneath the Amber Moon, Part 5 (Galactica AU Group Fic) – TheDane & Veronica

Heyyy!! Welcome to Part 5 of “Beneath the Amber Moon,” a group fic set in the Galactica Universe. Click here for previous chapters.

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Summary: Day 4. All aboard for champagne wishes and caviar dreams...

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Fame looked out on the deck of the superyacht, pride momentarily filling her chest. Everything was perfect, from the precisely iced champagne to the decadent crackers with caviar to the hand plucked organic strawberries and the almost naughty pure chocolate cake she had selected for dessert. Fame had even saved an outfit for the occasion, her new Hermes set in white linen and the lovely goose egg sized sapphire earrings Patrick had given her sending just the right vibe of chic, without it being overdone and redundant.

Bianca looked as she always did, and while Fame was a little disappointed, it was also fully expected that Bianca hadn’t dressed up. Her friend boarded in what she always chose for any tropical adventure, a bright patterned caftan that was almost insulting with its colors.

The waiters handed out champagne, and Bianca took a sip, a smile playing on her lips. Karl had gotten the memo, the man showing up looking like he had just stepped out on the beach on the French Riviera, Sutan and Violet also looking appropriately done up. Fame hadn’t known what she had expected from Violet on the trip, the black haired woman never great company. Even though she was amongst the people Fame generally favored, on this trip she could just as well have been invisible.

Alaska and Jinkx showed up next, Jinkx looking radiant in a red bathing suit that was both age appropriate, and that matched perfectly with her sarong and the delightful emerald on her hand. Alaska was also decked out, the blonde wearing more and more jewels, but unlike Raven, Alaska had a sense of taste and Fame congratulated herself once again on hiring Alaska back when she had been nothing but a just out of college mess. Alaska had grown up to be beautiful, and while Raja and Raven walked on, kids in tow, Fame to give Raven that she was beautiful, that had never been up for discussion, but the Russian was practically dripping with jewels, her lilac getup clearly there to show off her tan and the body that once again looked physically flawless, having spent hours with a trainer.

“Welcome, welcome.” Fame smiled, Juju and Detox of course arriving second to last, but Fame had gotten used to it. Life with kids really seemed so dreadfully inconvenient. “Please treat yourself to the spread!” Fame gestured at an array of luxury treats flown in for the cruise.

Fame heard Karl snort, and she barely kept from rolling her eyes. She was happy she had picked some of the more attractive male staff for the cruise, Karl somehow becoming even more of a man-eater after Sutan had moved to Paris, which didn’t make sense, but who she to judge.

“I can’t wait to spend two days in total luxury with my dearest friends to celebrate, well, me!” Fame smiled, her eye catching on Adore who looked like her usual mess, Courtney on her arm, and Fame sighed, accepting that Adore’s favorite accessory was there as well.

After a toast, Fame took everyone on a grand tour, making sure they knew where the various bars and lounges were, the beautiful guest suites where they’d be sleeping, the wave pool and jacuzzis, the sauna and spa, the movie theatre and library. She directed Raja and Raven’s nannies to the large, colorful playroom outfitted with everything the kids could possibly want, including a wide array of child-friendly snacks and their own personal steward. Julia and Owen immediately voiced their resounding approval, shooing their parents from the room so that they could go nuts.

Fame led the rest of the group back to the breakfast spread on the upper deck. Juju (who procured a phone from her bra the moment Fame looked away, an emergency going on at her salon) and Violet set up camp in one of the interior lounges. Fame had gotten used to Violet’s sour disposition, the poor girl still looking like she wished she was anywhere but in Brazil. She let them be, noting to one of the stewards to be sure to check on them often.

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Courtney took a deep breath. She didn’t want to round the corner, but she knew she had to. It wouldn’t do at all to keep avoiding Bianca’s friends, and so she steeled her nerves and walked out onto the sun deck.

“Well well well, what have we here!” Sutan whistled, looking at Courtney in her golden bikini. “If you don’t mind me stating my professional opinion Miss Act, you’re looking like fucking perfection. Karl, have you seen her ass?”

Karl pulled down his sunglasses, straightening his back a little. “She has cleaned up quite nicely.”

“... Thanks?” Courtney offered a wary smile, letting Karl catch her by the hand and pull her into a lounger beside him.

“Something’s different about your face, too.” He studied her intently for a moment before snapping his fingers. “You’re not overplucking your eyebrows anymore. You look a million times better. An inspiration. Have you had your ass measured lately?”

Sutan laughed, pushing Karl. “Save that for Milano, my friend.” Sutan moved, sitting at the foot of Karl’s lounger and handing Courtney a nearby glass of champagne Karl was drinking. He himself was having a bottle of beer.

“How do you feel about Asia?” Karl asked.

“Uh...Free Tibet?”

“No, for work!” Sutan laughed. “You’re basically every marketing department’s wet dream right now. Look at you. You’re bright, bubbly, the all-American-”

“Australian, remember?”

“-Dream, a mature mind in the body of someone who’s so healthy they practically glow.” Sutan smiled. “How do you feel about partial nudity?”

“You would be perfect.” Karl took a sip of his champagne. “The market is oversaturated with garbage from Russia right now.”

“Hey!”

Karl laughed, raising his glass to Raven in the jacuzzi. “It’s a fashion catastrophe waiting to happen. Global warming is kicking in, but instead of CO2, it’s 14-year-olds from Eastern Europe getting fucked by their managers and being dumber than dirt.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Raja looked at them in confusion. “Why haven’t I heard of this?”

“America is so last year sister dearest.” Sutan smiled. “Haven’t you heard? Asia is the place to be if you want to make serious buck.”

“As I’ve been telling everyone for years, but no, we only start believing me when Sutan moves to Paris to follow his dick.”

“I think what Karl is trying to say, very unsuccessfully,” Sutan rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. “Is that there would be incredible career opportunities for you right now in Asia. Judy Hua from China has sent feelers out about a face for her newest collection, and someone like you could-”

“Judy Hua? Courtney is a Guo Pei girl if there ever was one. Act, don’t you even dare consider signing with Elite. They’re a terrible agency.”

“Terrible? We’re the best in the business.”

“Just because you write something, doesn’t mean it’s true.”

Courtney sat back, slightly overwhelmed. This was the most attention she’d ever gotten from either man, and she wasn’t exactly sure how she felt about it. On the other hand, they were both very good at their jobs, both clearly with business on the brain, so maybe she should be listening to them.

Sutan laughed. “Excuse me, what agency discovered and represented Cindy Crawford, Raven Petruschin, Linda Evangelista, Iman, Raja Gemini and Naomi Campbell?”

“You can’t name your own sister.”

“Oh, what’s the sound of that? That’s the sound of you having a 20% transfer rate last season.”

Karl rolled his eyes, turning to Courtney. “If you ever feel like making money off of those 32B’s, don’t go with him.”

“... How do you know my cup size?”

“A lucky guess.” Karl smiled, his eyes glinting with delight.

“Secret of the trade Courtney darling.” Sutan swept in, clearly sensing her discomfort. “Any agent worth their salt has to be able to guess that you’re 5’5, have Swedish or Danish somewhere in your bloodline, maybe mixed with just a little bit of Spanish-”

“Portuguese, how did you-”

“See.” Sutan smiled. “It’s not really that hard.” Sutan looks her up and down. “You’re... What would you say Karl? 115?”

“115- or actually. Courtney. Flex please.” Courtney did as requested, and Karl laughed. “No my man, that’s 117 of Supergirl-made muscles.”

Bianca strode over, hand on her hip, having walked in on only the tail end of the conversation, but already irritated by it.

“Hey!” she barked. “Will you two fuckheads stop objectifying her?”

There was a brief pause, and then everyone - Karl, Sutan, Raja, and Raven, burst out laughing, mocking Bianca mercilessly.

“You fucking hypocrite!”

“Sorry for stepping on your toes, there, B!”

“I guess you’re the only one allowed to objectify pretty blondes, eh?”

“We’re not trying to fuck her, for Christ’s sake…”

Bianca glowered, not quite willing to admit the grain of truth in what they were saying. Courtney was the only one not laughing, meeting Bianca’s eyes and giving her a sympathetic smile. And maybe the look went on a little too long, because Bianca began to feel that familiar tingling, finally breaking off the eye contact.

Courtney bit her lip. And when Bianca pulled off her caftan to reveal a sexy, figure-hugging black one-piece, she inhaled sharply. Fuck, she looked good.

“Court! Come here, boo!”

Courtney looked up to where Adore was calling her, scrambling to her feet and hurrying over, relieved for the interruption, muttering, “Thank god…”

Bianca watched her go, a twinge of regret in her belly.

“Happy now? You scared her off,” Bianca said, and Sutan laughed.

“Come on, B, you must get where we’re coming from. That girl is a gold mine.”

“You’re gross,” Bianca grumbled, leaning back in her chair.

“It’s literally our job to scout talent, Bianca. You just do it for fun,” Karl teased.

“True. Why don’t we just parade a bunch of girls in front of you two assholes and you can rate them on marketability?”

“Know what?” Sutan said thoughtfully. “That’s actually not a bad idea…”

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“Do you need any help?”

Juju looked up from her phone, surprised at the gentle tone of Violet’s voice.

“You seem anxious.”

Juju smiled, Violet’s concern so kind. Violet did look a little better, but Juju’s mother's heart had a hard time not worrying about her. If it wasn’t for Sutan’s reassurance, and the pictures she had seen of Violet’s work in Paris, she would be genuinely concerned for the girl.

“My holiday replacement just messed up our orders.” Juju sighed. “It landed in New Jersey of all places and my entire staff has their thumbs up their ass, so now I have to find a courier.” Juju blew a bit of her hair aside, the strand falling into her face. “For such an expensive resort, you’d think their wifi at sea would be better.”

“I still know the number to a great courier company.”

“You do?”

“Mmh.” Violet reached out, holding her hand open. “I can call them if you want?”

Juju gave Violet her phone, a bright smile blossoming on her face. “You’re a lifesaver, Violet.”

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“Come here, Gracie!” Alaska cooed, holding out her arms, waiting for Grace to go down the slide.

Jinkx sat nearby with Owen and Julia, patiently teaching them how to fold an origami balloon while simultaneously playing peek-a-boo with Tanya in her nearby high chair. Isolde was wandering around the room unsteadily, trailed by her nanny.

Alaska strolled over with Grace in her arms, bending down to kiss Jinkx on the top of the head.

“Auntie J, is this right?” Julia held up her origami, and Jinkx nodded.

“Yeah, looks great! Just make sure you get the corner sharp…” she pressed down, showing Julia how to make the crease.

“No! Isolde! NO!” Owen yelled as a chubby little hand reached out to grab his paper crane, stuffing it into her mouth. Her nanny scooped her up apologetically, the sound of her shrieks echoing off the walls of the playroom. Her screaming set off Tanya, who began to wail out of either sympathy or competitiveness.

“We can make another one,” said Jinkx, seeing Owen’s lip quivering, giving him a reassuring hug. “Look, let’s use this cool blue striped paper!”

“Those babies are very naughty,” Julia explained to Jinkx, who smiled.

“They’re still learning,” Jinkx said. “I’m sure someday they’ll be as wonderful as you guys.”

Julia raised an eyebrow, the move so like her mother that Jinkx almost burst out laughing.

“Maybe,” she said, and Jinkx grinned.

“I guess we’ll see.”

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Adore let out a frustrated groan, peering through the glass at her girlfriends in the playroom.

“What’s wrong?” Courtney asked her.

“I’m so conflicted. Cause I really wanna play with those legos but I don’t want to make Alaska start awwwing again about how good I am with children.”

“You’re not that good with children,” Courtney said. “It’s just that you are a child.”

“Yes! Exactly! Thank you…” Adore sighed. “Why does that room look so fun? Omigod they have mini pizzas. I’m so jeal.”

“I mean, we could play with the kids and eat mini-pizzas...or, we could go to that empty bar over there and drink mimosas and I can tell you about how I almost jumped Bianca’s bones a few minutes ago.”

“Yes! Let’s do that!” She wrapped her arms around Courtney’s waist and pulled her, giggling, into the bar.

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“Wow!” Raven let out a gasp of delight as they disembarked from the yacht. An absolutely stunning private beach lay ahead, with what Raven could tell even from afar was an elaborate lunch spread set up for them. She took Violet’s hand, excited that the younger woman was finally joining them, thrilled to have the chance to catch up with her. They had barely seen each other on the trip so far, which Raven had every intention of making up for. Fortunately, Raja and the nannies were handling her girls, which left her free to enjoy the afternoon, and her friends, and the warm sunshine.

“Fame! This looks marvelous!” Raven called, and Fame turned back to her, beaming.

“Just a little light lunch,” she said with a wink. “A meal amongst friends.”

Raven laughed, clearly seeing the various stations with chefs in white coats standing by to cook food to order.

“Yes, of course, just a casual little beach picnic.”

Violet let out a small giggle, shaking her head, and Raven grinned at her, the sound making Raven’s heart clench.

“What looks good to you, Vi? Ooh, look, he’s ready to grill fresh fish for us! Don’t you like Butterfly fish?”

“I do.”

“Uuh, there’s stuffed crab shells too!” Raven pulled Violet with her, Violet’s hand gripping Raven’s tighter and tighter. “Don’t worry, I’ll order for you.”

Violet nodded, thankful that her brief panicked grip of her friend's hand had been read if she was worried about ordering, when she was truly struggling to not vomit everywhere. Raven started piling their plates, Violet once in a while pointing at something Raven made the waiter staff add. The two women found a place near the water, Violet not touching the fish Raven had picked out for her, the scent of the fish making her even more nauseous than the seaweed from the day before, but she kept her lips tightly together, not wanting to ruin the moment. However, Violet didn’t need to worry, Raven not even noticing as she chatted away, happily filling Violet in on everything that had happened since the last time they had seen each other.

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“Is there something on my face?”

Raja looked over at Karl, touching her cheek since her friend had been watching her with a wry smile the entire lunch. Raja had both twins on her lap, Tanya making her way through a plate of mangos with the determination only a toddler could have, while Isolde needed help with the tiny bites of chicken Raja had been able to find in the buffet. It was glorious to spend this much time with her babies, Raja often missing entire days of the twins’ lives if they weren’t already up when she went to work.

“Don’t worry.” Karl smirked. “You’re handling motherhood much more gracefully than Juju did.”

“Oh shut up.” Raja laughed. Juju had been a mess for the first few years after Kelly had been born, but there was a world of difference of being a mother in your early 20’s, to having your first baby at 44. Raja had expected Karl to look away, to go back to whatever he was doing, he and Patrick sitting next to each other and often getting into the longest debates about the stupidest things, but this time, Karl continued watching her.

Raja was used to her friend’s attention, though it had grown to become less and less as they got older. The man used to stare at her, unashamed, in a way he had never looked at Sutan when they were most alike. Raja had worn her hair like her brother for a few months years and years ago, and in that period they had even made out a few times when Karl was particularly drunk. Raja had done it for the fun of utterly messing with a friend, the thrill of gaining leverage she knew she could use later, while Karl had moaned Sutan’s name against her lips.

“It’s your own hair, right?”

Raja smiled, flipping her long grey locks over her shoulder. “What are you planning, Mr. Westerberg?” Raja’s hair was indeed her own, and it was a matter of pride for her. Raven loved it as well, her wife almost caring more about the health of Raja’s hair than her own.

“Just wondering if you ever get tired of motherhood and work.” Karl took a bite of his food, Raja barely catching the piece of mango that fell from Tanya’s mouth, the little girl stuffing her cheeks way too tight. “It must be so boring to be stuck in an office all day.”

“Unlike you?” Raja smiled, giving Tanya a glass of water. “You’re not being very subtle right now.” Karl was clearly fishing for an answer to whenever or not Raja would ever return to modeling, and she could see why. There had been a recent upswing in older models, the weight of someone like her wearing jewelry or modeling a handbag, even selling cosmetics in the pages of a magazine giving the brand depth and dependability that a 16 year-old face simply could not provide.

“Would you consider it?”

“For the right price.” Raja smirked, knowing fully well that if she even considered accepting, she’d have a wife that would go ape shit, Raven still far from over her days of throwing plates and destroying vases if she was provoked enough. “Court me, and we’ll see.”

“I just might.”

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“Having fun?” Sutan put his hand on Violet’s lower back, his girlfriend sitting at the bar, sipping at a ginger ale, which made Sutan pause for a second, Violet usually only favoring the beverage if she was feeling exceptionally under the weather. “Hey, are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine.” Violet smiled, but Sutan swore he could hear a tiredness in her voice.

“Do you need something?” Sutan pressed a kiss against her hair, the faint scent of lavender calming the worry that was gnawing in his stomach. “I don’t want-”

“I just felt nauseous. It’s already passing.” Violet leaned into his side. “I’m a big girl, remember? I know my limits.”

“Sure you do.” Sutan ran a hand through Violet’s hair, enjoying the closeness.

“Don’t be an asshole.” Violet smiled, though they both knew Sutan was right. “I’m going to go back to the boat.”

“To lay down?”

“To get the sketches I made for Courtney.” Violet had stayed awake for most of the night, working away, the woman pulling pencils and paper from places Sutan hadn’t even imagined they could fit when he had seen her overpacked suitcase, the pile of magazines and clothes taking up all the space.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“I’m good.” Violet stood up, giving him a brief kiss. “Thank you.” Sutan wanted to protest, but Violet had already left, heading for the dock in her flat summer sandals.

Sutan sighed, rubbing his head. He knew that he shouldn’t worry, but he couldn’t help but feel a little bad about dragging Violet to this humid climate that so obviously didn’t agree with her. However, she had said she was fine, so he would have to trust her. Sutan grabbed another beer and a cocktail from the tray and walked over to sit down beside Bianca.

“I got you a refill.”

Bianca looked up, puzzled.

“Are you trying to get me drunk? Because I don’t think I need to tell you that you’re barking up the entirely wrong tree.”

“God no,” Sutan laughed, pushing the drink closer to her. “So about that panel thing...”

“Are you seriously still thinking about it?”

“It’s not a bad idea.” Sutan smiles.

“Pffft…”

“I’m serious! Like, a model search but with professional critiques?” Sutan said.

“Like in malls? Do those still exist?”

“No! It’s not that- I don’t want it to be like the Elite competition. I always thought that was shit anyway.”

“Fun coming from one of their all-time winners, huh?”

Sutan rolled his eyes. He’d had girls win more times than he could count, but even he knew that it was a bit of bullshit.

“I’m talking about the real deal, Bianca. A show that’s, that’s educating them, getting them booked, showing them what it takes to make it in the business? Like that other show you judge, umh, the one with the designers?”

“Project Runway?”

“Yes!” Sutan takes a swing of beer. “Like that! Project Runway for models, but without the shitty deadlines.”

“We’d need a better name, obviously. Something with models in it. Like, Supermodel.”

“We both know the supermodel died in the 90’s.” Sutan looks at Bianca. “What about.. Star model?”

“You’ve stayed in France too long. Star model, what a shitty fucking name. Even Top Model would be better.”

“Top model! Yes, exactly like that. America’s Next Top Model!” Sutan smiled, punctuating every word with a hand gesture. “I’m just saying Bianca. We could make a killer team, you and I, lend it some credibility.”

“We’ve never worked together on anything, ever.”

“How hard can it be? You have TV experience. And you just said yourself, I know how to pick them. Besides, you know I film well.”

“Debatable, but go on.” Bianca smiled, caught up in Sutan’s words.

“We sweet talk Jinkx, get the capital to shoot a pilot, find some actual brands, hire a few noteworthy photographers. We put them through the ringer - professional level shit, and see who rises to the challenge. Girls turn 18 every day, Bianca.”

“Who would even want to watch that?”

“Everyone who likes to watch gorgeous people suffer, so, essentially, everyone.”

“Hmmm...you’re sick, but you might not be wrong.”

“Cheers to that!” Sutan held up his beer bottle, clinking it against Bianca’s glass.

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nix-bishop · 6 years ago

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Noisey- Interview Gorillaz The Now Now en français

Nous avons rassemblé 2D, Russel et Noodle pour parler de ‘The Now Now’ – Et du remplacement temporaire de Murdoc.

Arrêter toutes les horloges. Couper le téléphone. Aujourd'hui n'est pas un jour normal. J'ai été chargé d'interviewer le groupe britannique Gorillaz à propos de leur sixième album, The Now Now. Leur manager m'a déjà informé qu'il est impossible de réunir tout le monde au même endroit, donc je dois les trouver moi-même sur la base d'informations très vagues. Murdoc, je le sais déjà, est en prison. Noodle, m'a-t-on dit, est de l'autre côté de la ville. Et en ce moment, 2D et Russel sont assis en face de moi, dans une petite louche graisseuse de l'ouest de Londres appelée The Coffee Cup Cafe.

Le café est petit et étroit, le genre d'endroit avec 11 variations différentes sur le petit-déjeuner anglais complet, le tout pour moins de cinq personnes. 2D porte un pull turquoise et noir et un fedora marron avec un ibadge de poing serré. Il a réservé tout le The Coffee Cup Cafe pour notre interview. Il y a cinq tables. Une grande assiette de nuggets de poulet et de frites frisées nous est apportée, et 2D sourit comme un empereur.

"Pourquoi avez-vous choisi ce café pour notre entretien ?" Je demande, et j'attends une réponse, mais il me dévisage, comme s'il était dans une sorte de transe yogique. Je jette un coup d'oeil à Russel et il se tourne vers la 2D et sort deux petits écouteurs sans fil de ses oreilles. Je repose la même question.

"Hmm, question complexe," répond 2D. "Rien ne m'a fait. Je suis le Début et la Fin, l'Alpha et le... Amiga. Oméga 3 ? O-Megadrive ?"

“Omega,” corrige Russel.

"Je parle, Russ", dit 2D. "Si vous voulez dire pourquoi j'ai choisi cet endroit ? En partie grâce à TripAdvisor, mais aussi à cause d'une vision de rêve que j'ai eue, dans laquelle j'ai voyagé ici dans mon esprit, ayant pris le bus numéro 72 - dans mon esprit. Et quand je suis enfin arrivé ici, j'ai vu quelque chose de beau - ils font des frites frisées."

Tout ce que je sais jusqu'à présent sur le nouvel album de Gorillaz est ceci : après les expériences transformatrices de l'année dernière, les Gorillaz ont à commencer à écrire et à enregistrer de nouvelles chansons inspirées par ce qui se passe maintenant, en ce moment même. Et quand ils ont fini, ils l'ont appelé The Now Now.

Je ne peux pas tout à fait placer mon doigt dessus, mais il y a certainement quelque chose de nouveau et d'étrange à propos de 2D, habituellement passif et rêveur, Il semble être plus audacieux, plus puissant, assis en avant sur sa chaise. Pendant que nous parlons, il saute de temps en temps vers le haut pour gesticuler sauvagement avec ses mains.

"Vous avez l'air... transformé", lui dit-je.

"Eh bien, sembler, c'est croire, comme on dit", répond-il. "Oui, je me sens bien. Affûté, comme un caillou. Mais qui a été perfectionné. Je suis concentré, je sais ce que je dois faire maintenant. Le monde est en difficulté, il se passe de mauvaises choses. Par exemple...."

Il commence à faire claquer ses doigts bruyamment, une fois par seconde. Le serveur derrière le comptoir nous regarde.

"Saviez-vous qu'à chaque fois que je claque des doigts, un poulet meurt ?" dit 2D, devenant de plus en plus agité, "Oui, je sais, c'est le bordel. Donc, ce que je fais, et ce que nous pouvons tous faire, c'est d'arrêter de claquer des doigts. Sauver quelques poulets. On a tous le pouvoir. Vous me comprenez ?"

"Je vous comprends", dis-je, sans conviction. "Alors, quand cette transformation s'est-elle produite ?" je lui demande, mais il m'ignore et met une poignée ridiculement grosse de nuggets de poulet dans sa bouche, puis demande au serveur d'aller lui chercher de l'huile de truffe Guatémaltèque. Le serveur a l'air confus et apporte une bouteille de Daddies brown sauce.

Je demande à Russel ce qu'il fait du nouveau 2D? "Ce n'est pas comme si on en avait acheté un nouveau au magasin", dit-il en haussant les épaules. "Il évolue, c'est tout. Comme le monde en ce moment. Nous sommes dans une tempête, nous tirant dans toutes les directions. Et dans l'obscurité d'une tempête, vous avez besoin d'un phare pour vous guider. 2D est ce phare."

Sans mot d'avertissement, 2D s'éloigne pour parler au serveur, et je l'entends dire quelque chose de constructif mais critique à propos de la courbure des frites. J'essaie de l'imaginer comme un prédicateur, délivrant des vérités éternelles aux gens et tenant les pieds de pouvoir au feu. Ce n'est pas un scénario facile à imaginer, peu importe la sagesse que Russel lui donne.

"Qu'avez-vous vu récemment qui a influencé votre façon de penser le monde ?" Je demande à 2D, alors qu'il s'assoit de nouveau.

"Rien avec mes yeux réels, répondit-il aussitôt, ils peuvent vous tromper. Je vois avec mon autre oeil, mon oeil de merde." [my turd eye]

"Troisième œil" [Third eye] , interrompt Russel, affectueusement.

"Avec ces yeux supplémentaires, je peux voir au cœur des choses", dit 2D "comme un de ces rayons-x à l'aéroport où ils regardent votre pantalon".

Au moment où je m'apprête à poser ma prochaine question, une Oldsmobile Delta 88 Royale jaune pâle de 1973 hurle à l'extérieur devant la vitrine du café. Je la reconnais comme la même voiture que Bruce Campbell conduisait dans les vieux films de Evil Dead. La fenêtre se baisse et une main verte et mince commence à faire signe dans notre direction. Je me rends vite compte que c'est Ace, le nouveau bassiste qui remplace Murdoc alors qu'il est emprisonné.

“Une dernière question", je demande, alors que Russel et 2D commencent à se frayer un chemin jusqu'à la porte. "Où puis-je trouver Murdoc ? Dans quelle prison est-il ?"

Russel referme son trench-coat vert et incline son casque de pompier vers moi, et je remarque qu'il porte le même logo du poing serré que le badge 2D. "Suivez la piste des mégots de cigarettes et des ordonnances de restriction", sourit-il.

De l'autre côté de la ville, je trouve Noodle dans un gymnase non loin du studio d'enregistrement des Gorillaz. Le cours de Jiu-jitsu de ce matin est terminé, les étudiants sont tous partis et Noodle est assis sur le sol en bois avec une veste bombeuse et un short, lisant ''Original Stories from Real Life; with Conversations Calculated to Regulate the Affections, and Form the Mind to Truth and Goodness'' tandis que “Touch Absence” de Lanark Artefax se fait entendre à partir des haut-parleurs dans le coin. Elle pose le livre et se lève pendant que je marche vers elle.

Plus tôt cette année, je regardais les moments forts du Kentucky Derby, et j'ai remarqué Noodle dans la foule avec Ace. Ce n'était pas la seule chose bizarre au Kentucky Derby - il y avait aussi un cheval dans la course avec la mention "Free Murdoc".

"Je crois vous avoir vu au Kentucky Derby ?" Je me renseigne.

" Vous m'avez vu, ou vous pensez m'avoir vu ?" commence Noodle. "Il est difficile de faire la différence de nos jours. Comme le dit Einstein, la réalité n'est qu'une illusion, bien que très persistante. Cela n'a jamais été aussi pertinent. ”

Soudain, elle fait une manœuvre rapide comme l'éclair et balaie mes jambes sous moi. Je la regarde, impuissant, comme une tortue sur son dos dans le désert.

"Ça aide à briser la glace, non ?" dit Noodle.

"Bien sûr," dis-je, toujours sur le dos. "Alors.... Comment va les Gorillaz en ce moment ? Est-ce que tout le monde est au bon endroit?

"Il n'y a pas de " bon endroit " pour Gorillaz ", contrebalance-t-elle. "Nous sommes toujours entre deux endroits, jamais immobiles. Pour l'instant, Murdoc est dans un endroit avec beaucoup de barreaux et de serrures. Russel essaie de remettre le monde sur pied, comme si c'était une théière cassée. 2D est.... et bien, dans un nouvel état. Moins fragile, d'une manière ou d'une autre, plus fort. C'est bizarre. Il a même arrêté de regarder Gilmore Girls."

"Alors, est-ce que tu aimes toujours faire partie des Gorillaz ?"

"Je ne dirais pas que je fais partie des Gorillaz, mais que les Gorillaz font partie de moi. C'est une façon d'être. Un sentiment, une rébellion peut-être, que nous ne serons pas sous contrôle ou ne ferons pas ce que l'on attend de nous.“ Je ne sais pas si j'aime ça, mais je ne peux pas y échapper non plus. Un peu comme Tom Cruise et la franchise Mission Impossible”

"Pourriez-vous vous séparer et faire cavalier seul ?"

“Comme je le disais, Les Gorillaz feront toujours partie de moi, où que j'aille. Mais pour l'instant, il semble que trop de gens se séparent et continuent seuls. Le monde se fend comme un iceberg en train de fondre. C'est peut-être le moment de rester ensemble ? De plus, qui s'occuperait de 2D et l'empêcherait de transférer toutes ses économies au président de l'Ouganda pour qu'il continue d'envoyer des courriels.

Avec cela, Noodle sourit paisiblement et, avant que je puisse poser une autre question, ouvre son livre pour reprendre la lecture. Je me lève et je pars à la recherche de Murdoc.

J'ai toujours su qu'à un moment de ma vie, je finirais en prison, mais je ne pensais pas que ce serait pour interviewer Murdoc des Gorillaz. La dernière fois que quelqu'un a vu le légendaire bassiste était un appel vidéo qu'il a passé derrière les barreaux pendant les Brit Awards. Après de nombreuses recherches et appels téléphoniques, je l'ai finalement retrouvé dans la prison HM Wormwood Scrubs.

Je m'inscris à l'entrée principale et je l'attends au centre d'accueil des visiteurs. Une forte sonnerie retentit, et les détenus commencent à entrer, Murdoc se traîne à l'arrière avec des yeux injectés de sang. Il porte une combinaison orange, bien qu'aucun des autres prisonniers n'en porte, ce qui me fait penser que c'est peut-être un choix stylistique personnel. Je regarde autour de moi, et il semble que plusieurs détenus envoient des regard assassin en direction de Murdoc.

" Vous vous êtes fait des camarades ici ?" Je demande.

"Non", il ronchonne. "En prison, chaque homme est une île, paranoïaque et coupé du reste du monde, comme la Grande-Bretagne de l'après le Brexit. Tout ce que vous pouvez faire, c'est défendre vos frontières et vous vanter de la taille de vos bombes nucléaires. Le grand chef actuel est un psychopathe appelé Big Balls McGuinness. Je vais probablement lui en coller une, montrer à ces crétins qui est le patron."

Je ris. Murdoc pas. Je jette un coup d'œil à mes questions et je passe à autre chose. "Alors, dites-moi, pourquoi êtes-vous en prison ?"

"Demande au foutu juge, mon pote",dit-il avec son accent de pervers. "Je ne ferais pas confiance à ce clown pour juger un concours de légumes. Je suis presque sûr d'avoir vu une flasque sous sa perruque. Bloke était sans doute absolument grillé. Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une erreur judiciaire choquante, la pire depuis le Dr Richard Kimble dans The Fugitive. Harrison Ford jouerait-il mon rôle dans le film ? Non, il a presque 80 ans. Il faudrait que ce soit quelqu'un de plus jeune et avec un poing comme un burrito [with a knob like a burrito]. Mais le fait est que je ne devrais pas être ici ! J'ai été piégé, piégé par un diable - non, un diablo - du nom de.....

Il se penche de près et pose une main sur mon épaule, puis assourdit sa voix à un simple murmure. "El Mierda" dit-il, avec une prononciation mexicaine exagérée et définitivement incorrecte.

"El Mierda ?" dis-je. Murdoc se lève de son siège.

"Attention à ce nom, mon pote, à moins que tu aimes te prendre pour une piñata humaine. Approche-toi et je te le dirai."

"D'accord..." dis-je, en admettant que nous sommes déjà assez proches.

"Pas si près, crache Murdoc, ils vont penser que nous sommes amants, et je reçois déjà trop de chaleur d'un duo inquiétant connu sous le nom de Soap Sisters.

“Bien sûr, est-ce mieux ? ”

" Éclatant [Smashing]. D'accord, El Mierda.... est une ombre, un démon, un descendant direct de Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte elle-même. C'est étranger pour "Notre Dame de la mort sainte". Un vrai connard, en gros. Et les malchanceux ont eu la désagréable occasion de le rencontrer lors du tournage de la vidéo 'Strobelite'. 2D était en train de se défoncer sur la piste de danse, alors je suis allé au bar et j'ai avalé quelques mezcals. El Mierda s'est mis en colère ; je présume qu'il voulait un selfie. Comment pouvais-je savoir qu'il était à la tête de la dynastie criminelle la plus sanglante de l'histoire moderne ? Ça m'a rappelé mon ancien professeur de géographie, en fait, alors on a quand même fait un selfie pour mon fil WhatsApp [for my school WhatsApp thread] .

"Alors ce.... El Mierda... vous a piégé ?"

"Oui, pour contrebande ou pour des conneries. Et moi, j'aime les farces autant que tout le monde [as much as the next man]. Une fois, j'ai informé les fédéraux que 2D était le tueur de Zodiac. L'équipe du SWAT est venue le chercher dedans la nuit, l'a interrogé pendant des semaines. Mais à la fin, j'ai avoué. Mais ce salaud, il joue pour de l'argent. C'est pas une putain de blague, mec !"

Murdoc ne semble pas se languir de ses camarades de groupe. Il me dit qu'ils lui manquent "comme la chaude-pisse", et la seule communication qu'il a reçue d'eux était un SMS de Noodle qui ne contenait qu'un emoji de pouce. Quand je lui dis que j'ai entendu le nouvel album et que ça sonne bien, il fait des grimaces.

"Oh et bien, putain de merde [whoop-de-fucking-do ]. Ils sont dans le déni, mec. C'est un classique. Quand les gens souffrent d'un grand traumatisme (c.-à-d. mon absence) ils font tout ce qu'ils peuvent pour s'en sortir. Alors ils déversent leur chagrin dans leur musique. Et j'ai compris ça. Certains de mes plus grands morceaux viennent de mes moments les plus sombres. Nous avons écrit 'Tomorrow Comes Today' peu de temps après que j'ai écrasé ma Vauxhall Astra dans 2D. J'adorais cette voiture."

Je décide d'alléger l'ambiance et de lui parler d'une pétition que j'ai vu sur Change.org, lancée par des fans, demandant qu'il soit libéré immédiatement. Soudain, il s'illumine et les yeux commencent à s'élargir et à scintiller.

"Ah oui ? Ah, ça réchauffe mon cœur hypertrophié. Madonna l'a signé ?"

“Um, je vais vérifier pour vous."

“ Santé [Cheers]. Mais oui, ce n'est pas une surprise pour moi que des millions de personnes aient...."

“Pas des millions,” l'interromps-je .

“Des milliards de personnes se sont rassemblées pour lutter contre cette terrible injustice", déclare Murdoc. "Les masses ont parlé, Murdoc reviendra, comme une fusée glorieuse du ciel, un grand et terrifiant phallus s'écrasant sur Terre pour sauver toute l'humanité, et redonner au Gorillaz à nouveau sa grandeur ! En plus, Il y aura des mini burgers à la fête de bienvenue.”

Le signal sonore se déclenche, et tout le monde autour de nous commence à se lever de sa chaise. "Avez-vous un message spécial pour vos fans ?"

"Continuez le bon travail, dit-il avec optimisme, car il est hissé sur ses pieds par deux énormes gardes avec des avant-bras aussi gros que des jarrets de jambon. "Je peux sentir le gonflement massif du mouvement, et je ne parle pas seulement de celui dans ma combinaison. #FreeMurdoc !"

#freemurdoc #noisey #in french #gorillaz #en français #interview #2d gorillaz #murdoc niccals #russel hobbs #noodle #stuart tusspot

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holmesianpose · 7 years ago

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we were studying baudelaire's the albatross yesterday and it made me think of over fathoms deep (with sherlock as the albatross)

omg I love getting messages like these

I heart you so much, anon! I love love love hearing the songs and images and poems that make people think of OFD. And I love your reading of Sherlock as the albatross, so ill at ease when onboard the ship, out of his element, mocked by those who cannot see the beauty that John sees. God, I feel like this is especially fitting for the chapter I just posted, too! When John describes how Sherlock looks to him when he plays his violin (those great white wings).

Ahhhh.I am posting it here so everyone can see:

L'Albatros

Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipagePrennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.

À peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches,Que ces rois de l'azur, maladroits et honteux,Laissent piteusement leurs grandes ailes blanchesComme des avirons traîner à côté d'eux.

Ce voyageur ailé, comme il est gauche et veule!Lui, naguère si beau, qu'il est comique et laid!L'un agace son bec avec un brûle-gueule,L'autre mime, en boitant, l'infirme qui volait!

Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuéesQui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer;Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.— Charles Baudelaire

The Albatross

Sometimes for sport the men of loafing crews Snare the great albatrosses of the deep, The indolent companions of their cruise As through the bitter vastitudes they sweep.

Scarce have they fished aboard these airy kings When helpless on such unaccustomed floors, They piteously droop their huge white wings And trail them at their sides like drifting oars.

How comical, how ugly, and how meek Appears this soarer of celestial snows! One, with his pipe, teases the golden beak, One, limping, mocks the cripple as he goes.

The Poet, like this monarch of the clouds, Despising archers, rides the storm elate. But, stranded on the earth to jeering crowds, The great wings of the giant baulk his gait.

— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)

#I LOVE THIS #GOD #over fathoms deep #gay petals at sea #the albatross #charles baudelaire #poetry #sailorlock inspiration #<33 #Anonymous

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thatsnotcanonpodcasts · 5 years ago

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Valve, Lasers & G.I.Joe with special guest Shaun from Comics2Movies

Well do we have a surprise for you all this week, oh my goodness, you are getting a bumper edition with a special guest appearance. Now if I was nasty I would just leave it at that, but cliffhangers lead to binge watching an entire season normally. So, in a sense of harmonious respect we are only building the tension with this prattle, it is less irritating apparently. Honestly though don’t you just hate it when those jokers asking questions on trivia shows drag it out then go to a commercial break? We’ll be right back after this message….

Okay, so down to business, first up is our special guest Shaun from Comics2Movies fresh back from San Diego Comic-Con… Yep and he has some awesome news for us also. Who did he meet, what did he do, what has he got planned for us? You will need to listen in to find out.

Next up we have the Professor with news about a monumental stuff up due to ambiguity in the terms of a contract from Valve relating to Steam. Yep, due to some over sight or sheer stupidity a detected vulnerability to Steam was ignored and the researchers involved were treated pretty badly. Which let’s face it is kind of the dumbest thing you can do right. But if you would like to know more we have it, and you will laugh at some of the comments involved in this topic. We did.

Then we have Buck with the development of a new process of welding ceramics that has major implications for all kind of endeavors. This process means that the component technologies for everything ranging from pace makers to an endless variety of circuitry can now be ceramic. This is espically awesome, this is another of those ground breaking moments that might slip by unnoticed by some people. But the changes that will result from this in years to come will be immense.

Then we have the DJ to talk about the reboot of G.I.Joe to help cash in further on an already established brand, or is it? That is a question that arises, similar to the recent reboot of Ghost In The Shell: Arise. Like what we did there, cool huh, and no the Professor didn’t write that Segway, honestly. But this is certainly a moment when having to crusty old blokes on the show is interesting. We round out with the usual shout outs, remembrances, birthdays, and events of interest. As always take care of yourselves, look out for each other and stay hydrated.

EPISODE NOTES:

Valve turning away researcher - https://arstechnica.com/information-technology/2019/08/valve-says-turning-away-researcher-reporting-steam-vulnerability-was-a-mistake/

Lasers can weld ceramics - https://www.technology.org/2019/08/26/lasers-can-weld-ceramics-without-a-furnace/

G.I Joe comics relaunch - https://www.bleedingcool.com/2019/08/25/hasbro-vp-promises-new-gi-joe-series-wont-replace-larry-hamas-real-american-hero/

Games currently playing

Buck

– Albion Online - https://albiononline.com/en/home

Professor

– Rainbow Six Siege - https://rainbow6.ubisoft.com/siege/en-us/home/index.aspx

– Warframe - https://www.warframe.com/landing