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mistahstroke · 4 years ago

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❝ D E AT H S T R O K E ❞ … LOADING FILE …

S L A D E J O S E P H W I L S O N ;

Full Name: Slade Joseph Wilson

Alias: Deathstroke

Age: 54

Gender: Male

Birth date: ████████

Birth Place: ████████ ████████

Current Residence: Manhattan, New York City

S L A D E J O S E P H W I L S O N ;

Hair: White

Eyes: Dark Brown

Disabilities: Blindness in one eye, Right

Build: Muscular, Super Soldier Physique

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: American

Alignment: Neutral, actions can be conclusive to a Villain

Identity: Secret/Not Secret, depends on the individual

S L A D E J O S E P H W I L S O N ;

Education: ██ ████ ███████ ██████ ██ █████████

Family: ██████ ██████, mother, deceased Charles Wilson, father, deceased (Killed by Slade) Wade Defarge, half-brother, deceased Adeline Kane, ex-wife, deceased ███████ ██████, mother of rose, alive Grant Wilson, son, deceased Rose Wilson, daughter, alive Joseph Wilson, son, alive

Marital Status: Divorced

Employment (Former): ██████ ██ █████████, Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, Gun for Hire, US Army

Employment (Current): Bounty Hunter, Mercenary for Hire

Affiliation(s): ██████ ██ █████████, US Army, ███████ █████

Preferred Weapons: Promethium Broad Sword, various guns, knives, and grenades

Equipment: Varies. Sometimes, the Ikon Suit which absorbs kinetic energy. Or Armored Suit with chain metal armor underneath, belts and straps packed with ammunition, knives, grenades, and various other weaponry. Broad sword made of promethium, attached to back. Helmet or mask hides half of his face, because of blindness in right eye. (Picture attached) and (Picture attached)

Abilities: -Expert Combatant in various forms of combat (martial arts, unarmed combat, etc) -Master marksman in various firearms -Master in weaponry (particularly in swordsmanship and firearms) -Tactical Analysis -Acrobatics -Stealth

Powers: -Super Soldier Physiology (enhanced senses particularly of hearing and smell, enhanced agility, enhanced durability, enhanced reflexes, enhanced speed, enhanced stamina, enhanced strength) -Enhanced Intellect (subject uses 90% of his brain) -Accelerated healing

P A S T

Slade Wilson was born on ████████ in ████████ ████████ to Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. His mother was “weak”, he said, and his father abandoned him as a child. Charles Wilson, a former CIA agent, was believed to be on a mission when he’d gone missing, but no record of the mission was ever recorded, nor found. Charles was later found, defected to the ██████ ██ █████████. He had become something called Odysseus. Slade later found him and killed him. He still believes Charles left because he chose to, and Slade doesn’t seem to remember his half-brother.

Slade has shown in his intellect and personality, that he is an individual capable of survival. His father’s abandonment and unstable home may be why, but it’s not conclusive. Slade may have always been independent. However it may be, Slade Wilson was determined to enlist in the U.S. Army. Later, it was found Slade had lied about his age on his papers, and ran away from home. Instead of being discharged, he was told to stay. His talents and skills in guerrilla warfare were far superior than any other soldier they’d ever seen. He was tested over and over and promoted over and over by his superiors.

His ex-wife, Adeline Kane, was an Army Squadron Leader and instructor, who eventually trained Slade and took him under her wing. He impressed her, demonstrating his combat and skills, while high marks by Kane were left in this profile. In surveillance, you can see his fighting style sometimes resembles Kane’s style. What we did not anticipate was how dangerous their relationship would be. Slade would be promoted to Lieutenant Colonel, and sometime later Slade married Kane. They would divorce, we don’t know why.

His first son, Grant Wilson, would become the first recorded Ravager. We’re not sure what happened, other than Slade finished his contract, after Grant was killed. The death of his son clearly affected him, to the point that he won’t talk about it. His second son, Joseph Wilson, also appears to be a heavy subject, but he is be more willing to talk about Joseph. “Joey” he said, in a psychological evaluation. Joseph Wilson is mute. Maybe Slade had something to do with Joseph’s disability….we don’t know. But Slade has shown signs of guilt, for both his sons. Grant and Joseph Wilson are children from his first marriage to Adeline Kane.

His daughter, Rose Wilson, was born out of wedlock. Her mother, ███████ █████, Slade appeared to have relations with, while on assignment. He won’t say he abandoned Rose, most likely due to the comparison to his father. Because she was raised without her father, it may appear that way. Rose would go on to take up the mantle as Ravager. We don’t know how many there are. From surveillance, she is the one he communicates with, the most, of his family. They don’t always get along, or not at all, understandably. Slade appears to have a disconnect with his children. Just as he is disconnected with everyone else.

Slade was a good soldier. Excellent soldier. The perfect soldier. His superiors asked him to volunteer for a secret medical experiment that was said to be a defense against the enemy’s Truth Serum. He agreed. It was really our attempt to make metahuman super-soldiers. He was lied to - but he was the perfect candidate. Something else we hadn’t anticipated: a violent response to the serum. It broke his mind and body, then built him back up. Stronger than before. But that would happen later. The immediate results were Slade’s more aggressive, violent, and enraged behavior. This aggression would remain with him, long after the experiment ended. Slade would go on to continue this as Deathstroke…

We deemed the experiment a failure, and Slade was limited to a desk job. We continued to monitor him, but what was the point? We thought. Our experiment had failed, until it hadn’t. Enhanced, to a human’s peak, we did it. We did it. Accelerated healing healed what else was left, and our perfect soldier was made even better. Slade’s enhanced mind allowed him to use 90% of his brain, and has shown, together in combat and completing his “contracts”. We made a weapon…that even we couldn’t handle. His mind remained broken. Even though we made him smarter, stronger, his mental stability, emotions, crumbled. We wouldn’t call it crazy, we’d call it violent. All Slade has now is aggression, a violent streak, and blood lust. He still has some sort of sense of humor, but we would highly advise citizens to avoid all contact with this man. He is unstable. We’re not sure if humor or violence will unleash out of him, next.

We’re not sure what happened. We were told Slade was discharged, disobeying orders, trying to save another soldier. Wintergreen, his friend. Slade disappeared, becoming what we only know now as Deathstroke.

P R E S E N T

We now have somewhat of a picture of what Slade has been up to. He’s made several enemies of heroes and villains, in Gotham alone. Enemies of the Justice League, ██████ ██ █████████, and the Titans alike, though he seems to have a personal history with the latter. He is a formidable foe against the Batman, and vice versa. The mobs are afraid of him, but almost incessantly ask for his business. The citizens are oblivious, only knowing him simply as Slade Wilson. Slade has built a system of “contracts” as Deathstroke, research has shown, offering his “services” for monetary value. He is a very weathly man. His rates must be high.

Physically, he’s gotten better. Mentally, he’s gotten worse.

CLASSIFIED: Although this information is classified and has been redacted throughout this file, for classified reasons, if you can read this, then you have been granted access to this information. If you need to know everything about Slade Wilson, then you have to know about one of the most dangerous groups in the world, the League of Assassins. Created and headed by Ra’s Al Ghul, the League of Assassins are an army of assassins, mercenaries, some of the world’s greatest martial artists, who’s sole purpose is to eliminate evil in the world. They are not superheroes. They’ve had questionable tactics as to how they’ve tried to achieve their goals, and questionable team members too. We’re not sure if Ra’s still heads the organization, we’re not sure if they even still exists. But Slade was once a member. We don’t know why he would join the group, whether power or boredom, it’s important to note because our weapon made it through, he survived the League. This information also makes him a much more violent asset, be careful if your group tries to bring him in.

CLASSIFIED: Slade rejoined the League of Assassins once more, but information told us it was forced. An ultimatum of some sort, we don’t know. Only Slade knows. After one year, he left. He’s an independent mercenary again.

After the Superhuman Registration Act, Slade hadn’t changed his routine. The Superhero Civil War was destructive, we lost contact with Wilson. The mutants fought back, headed by Magneto, still no contact with Wilson. He’s smart, he had to have avoided confrontation with either groups, mutant and hero alike. There was no way he could’ve - I digress. When a second accord ratification occurred and Genosha was born, we found Slade. Back to his ordinary life, if that’s what you would call it. The Accords have not only affected the heroes, it’s affected Slade, to some degree. He’s added an old occupation to himself, Bounty Hunter. This explains why we haven’t seen him don the mask of Deathstroke in some time. Government and hero oversight must make him cautious, maybe. It certainly slows down business, I’m sure, in Slade’s eyes. Our weapon has to survive. If he can’t? That’s when we step in.

N O T E S (OOC)

Hello! I’m Mipsy (she/her)! A gamer girl, Marvel and DC fan, Netflix binge fanatic, anime fan, movie fan especially horror movies, and lover of all things creative (music, art, writing, and rping)!

Slade is a mix of various comics and my own headcanons. I pull from a little bit of everything, even a little bit from Teen Titans (2003) from Cartoon Network. So don’t ask me which comics I use, heh. There’s a lot of comics, am I right? I took some liberties with Slade. Call them headcanons. Headcanons I’ve established from playing Slade for so long!

Mun ≠ Muse. Slade can be vulgar and rude, but that’s an understatement. He can be sociable, he can carry a conversation with others, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he likes you. Slade very much believes himself to be a good man, and sees Deathstroke as a job. Many of his enemies see him as a monster, a villain, but that’s because many don’t separate Deathstroke from Slade. Which is completely understandable! Slade’s done some pretty bad things, as Deathstroke and not. His character is a complicated one, not a cookie cutter straight character. His true alignment is neutral, but he can play the “hero” or the “villain” at anytime. Depends on who hired him for the job, which makes him an exciting character to rp! He has his own strict moral code that he follows, so he can’t be bothered with squeaky clean heroes or small time villains. But Slade can be reasoned with. He can carry a conversation when he wants to. Anyway, all that to say, Slade rarely likes anyone so please don’t hold that against the mun!

Slade is a simple man. The type of man who enjoys moments of peace in his life. He’s wealthy, but doesn’t flaunt his wealth like other billionaires. When he isn’t working, Slade really isn’t that bad at all. Just an old man who wants to drink his coffee and read his newspaper, thank you. He’s also quite humorous and a bit of a ladies man! Call it charming or not, he’s attractive enough, despite his age, for women to lay in his bed constantly.

He’s got a lot going on in his head. Guilt and being unstable are his biggest problems. As you’ve read, the super soldier serum really screwed him up. His body and mind were broken, and in effect a new kind of aggression was born within him. Makes him a bit of a monster, but it’s a monster Slade has decided to live with.

As you can already tell, I write alot! One reason I decided to join is I saw a few of you who write lots and I thought ‘I won’t be judged! Yay!’. But don’t fret! I can write paras and multi-paras, I’m just no good at one liners. No need to match length with me! Just...don’t be surprised if I write a lot back.

If you’d like to plot, DM me on discord! I’m so excited to be here! Can’t wait to rp with everyone!

#about #⊕ »»—— MEANER THAN MY DEMONS. ( intro )#this is...a novel #>_>

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olboypacman · 6 years ago

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10. Fathers (Trigon the Benevolent)

A/N: I don’t own Teen Titans.

The excitement in the life of Slade Wilson had begun die down recently.

He’d had been dead up until just a few month ago.

He’d been recruited into the army of the demon, Augustus, to take earth as his own.

Augustus had promised Slade a few things, including being fully restored to life if the attack had been successful.

Despite that the earth would’ve likely become a vacant lot had Augustus had his way, Slade didn’t hesitate to make a literal deal with the devil.

Partly making good on his promise, Slade was given a makeshift body (bones and not much else) in order to do his new master’s bidding. He was also given pyro-kinetic abilities and command of a squadron of fire-familiars.

Learning more of his new master, he found that Augustus was the younger brother of the legendarily cruel demon-god, Trigon the Terrible. He was aware of Trigon through his various skirmishes with the superhero community through the years (namely Zatanna and Batman).

He’d also learned of his master’s tactics.

Augustus had planned on fighting a battle on three fronts.

First, the earth. Second, a realm called Azarath. And finally, Augustus would goad Trigon himself to battle with himself using means he chose not to reveal to Slade.

Slade himself was to appropriate an old advisory, Raven of the Teen Titans (niece to Augustus and the only daughter of Trigon to his utter surprise!), willingly or otherwise; for she would be the key to jump starting The End.

Personally, Slade was convinced that Augustus was underestimating his opposition (namely Raven and her friends) and was spreading himself much too thin.

A sentiment he had kept to himself.

A sentiment that put a plot Slade’s into mind.

Death has a weird way of putting things into perspective.

Slade didn’t have a lot of regrets in his life, but he did regret how his relationships with his own children turned out.

Grant had been gunned down trying to emulate his father, their tribulations to remain forever unresolved.

Joey’s vocal cords had been severed by an enemy of his father’s while he was taken hostage. As a result: Adeline, the boy’s mother, had divorced Slade and later rendered the assassin blind in one eye while attempting to kill him. In a cruel twist of irony, Joey had become the young hero Jericho, decrying his father’s choices all the while.

Rose hadn’t learned of who her birth father was until she already in her teens. She had sought him out, as her birth mother had passed away and he was the only family she had that she was aware of. He’d rebuffed her, as Slade was doggedly fixated on taking over Jump City.

Come to think of it, Slade doesn’t even remember why he was so determined to have Jump City under his thumb.

Oh, well…

If one bothered to ask, it surmised that he had little practical use for her; as he’d already failed with making Robin his apprentice and was already in the process of making Terra fill the void left by the boy wonder.

Fortunately for Rose, she was taken by Slade’s mentor and former butler, William Wintergreen.

Rose had always asked him about her father, much to Wintergreen’s chagrin and despite Slade’s apparent disinterest in her.

Though, if one were to ask Wintergreen, ‘disinterest’ wasn’t quite the way to describe Slade’s feelings towards his daughter.

Perhaps Wintergreen new his former charge better than he knew himself.

Seeing through his apprentice. He’d figured out Slade had in fact wanted to get to know Rose. When Wintergreen pressed Slade about the constant rejection of the young Rose and had told the older man (in confidence) he was hesitant of what his daughter would think of him (given his history with Joey) and very much desired Rose avoid similar fates of that of he and Grant.

Fates that Slade was convinced can be avoided by not associating with him.

Despite pushing her away, she still pushed for a relationship with her father.

Fate was cruel indeed.

And as fate would have it, Slade’s own wasn’t exactly pretty.

He’d almost succeeded in fully taking over Jump City. Until he overplayed his hand with his last apprentice, the geo-kinetically powered Terra.

She ultimately decided to return to her friends, The Teen Titans, when victory was so close at hand.

Apparently returning to one’s friends that you’ve once betrayed meant me being sent into a lava pit. But I guess I should thank her. Her actions that helped to lead me to where I am now.

As he fell to red hot pit of molted rock there was only one thought that plagued him:

What about what remains of my family? Wintergreen? Joey? Rose? What if it could be salvaged? What if-

Slade didn’t have a chance to complete that final thought as he was literally was burned out of existence by the lava.

I can make it back to them, that last thought coming back him as he began to doubt Augustus’ chances of success. I will make back, to her.

And he did. Through fighting the Titans after being partly resurrected, collecting Raven to jumpstart The End, being betrayed once more (this time by Augustus), and forging a shaky alliance with Robin to get Raven back; he managed to make himself hole again.

He was fortunately able to regain his body at the same time The Titans undid The End.

-Sniff-

He was also to make good on the promise to himself, making it back to Rose and formerly assuming custody of her.

-Sniff-

Slade wipes his nose with the back of his hand as his train of thought is interrupted by the pungent aroma of onions over taking his senses (and his kitchen).

Trying to be the dutiful father, the former assassin is chopping the strong scented vegetable for an evening meal.

Rose, bless her, had managed to convince Joey and Slade to have a sit-down this evening. She thinks they can have-out their differences over a nice home cooked meal. Not that Slade’s opposed to reconciling with his son, it’s not that. Slade’s worry is that the sentiment isn’t reciprocated.

Slade continues to chop vegetables until something reaches his senses.

See, Slade's most recent resurrection left him a little more than hole.

The ‘more’ supplementing an already formidable skillset, making engaging the man much more dangerous for any adversary.

Unfortunately, that adversary he’s about to confront isn't like most.

Continuing to act oblivious to that something, he continues to go about his business, preparing dinner for he and his children. The growing impatience of his guest is beginning to assault his senses.

Until…

“You know in my younger years I would’ve incinerated anyone who would just ignore me. Fortunately for you, I’m much more benevolent then I used to be.”

“Perhaps benevolence isn’t what this situation calls for. I know why you’re here,” responds Slade, turning around to properly greet his guest, “do what you feel, Trigon.” If Slade is to die once more today, he’d prefer to go quickly.

Trigon’s dressed in all black with a matching black cloak, his red arms crossed over his chest revealed by the short sleeves of his shirt. His snow-white hair appears to be pulled into a pony-tail. Trigon’s expression doesn’t fit one who’s pleased to see the former assassin. His two sets of eyes are set on Slade, glowing an ominous red glow. Trigon lips are slightly open as he’s grimacing, showing Slade his pure white fangs. What appears to be the tips of horns or antlers are beginning to protrude out of Trigon’s forehead.

“What I feel?” Says Trigon, as he chuckles incredulously. “What I’m feeling is that you should suffer as Raven suffered. Do you have any idea what you made her go through? To have the sum of what makes her forcibly stripped from her being, and to have that power to destroy the world that she’s come love; to endanger her friends and family.” Trigon’s voice begins to become distorted as if possessed, sounding as many voices are speaking at the same time. The red of his four eyes begin to glow brighter. His horns then push through his forehead, completing the ghoulish visage of the wrathful demon-god standing before him.

Thousands upon thousands of distorted voices are calling out from within the demon. Demanding the man’s blood be spilled in the most horrific of ways.

“You’ve truly no idea what I feel, mortal.”

Taking the hint, Slade throws the knife at the demon.

It stops uselessly before the face of Trigon.

Chuckling at the former assassin’s attempt to harm him, Trigon draws his cloak around himself. His white hair begins to float as black tendrils of his soul-self begins to emerge from the shadows underneath his cloak. “Interesting,” mutters Trigon, “You wish for me make this quick, yet you make it a fight by throw a paltry kitchen knife at me.” The knife that’s still floating before him turn so that the blade’s now facing Slade. At an incomprehensible speed, the knife flies back toward Slade imbedding itself in his chest.

Slade hisses in obvious pain, “Call it the last breaths of a dying man. By not making it quick, its you who’s making it into a fight. I’d never stand a chance against you. I recognize that I’m very much an ant staring into the face of the sun.”

A tendril of Trigon’s soul-self hauntingly makes its way to Slade. The black colored energy begins to envelope his left leg up to the knee, an ice sensation taking hold of the limb. “An apt description of your predicament, mortal.” A chilling smile creeps it’s way on to Trigon’s face as pressure and heat begins to spread over Slade’s leg.

The former assassin can’t help but double over in pain as his leg is slowly crushed and roasted. Slade, not wanting to give Trigon the satisfaction, is biting his lip to avoid yowling out in pain. It gets to a point where Slade can smell the skin and muscle cooking and the agony is so intense that he’s broken the skin he’s bitting down so hard.

“You’re certainly a live one,” says Trigon.

No longer able to bare the agony of his leg being crushed and cooked, Slade finally yells out in pain. The sound of the man’s screams is music to the ears of Trigon.

The pressure on Slade’s leg increases until a fleshy pop is heard. The pain is more than the man has ever endured in his life. He freely screams as he grips where his leg used to be, bits of bone and cooked flesh at the stump.

The same tendril of his soul-self then envelopes another limb of Slade, this time a hand.

“Tell me, mortal. Do you regret going after my daughter?”

Slade, catching his breath from screaming and having his leg blown off, struggles to answer, “No,” -pant- “not one bit. All roads traveled, all hardships endured,” Slade smiles up at the demon as struggles through his answer, “all the blood on my hands led me back to my family."

A familiar pressure and heat begins to creep its way on to Slade’s hand.

And before it can be comprehended, the limb meets the fate of Slade’s leg.

“AHHHH!!”

As Slade’s screams once again die down, Trigon takes in the visage of the man in front of him. Pain and determination obvious his eye. A man that recognizes his end is very much at hand, yet his determination to live is very apparent.

-Click-

The tale-tale thumbing back of a hammer catches Trigon’s attention.

Slade’s own expression takes on an anxiousness that cannot be placed as his eye moves to whatever is behind Trigon.

“Get the hell away from him you son of a bitch!”

Turning around, he eyes two figures. First a platinum blonde-haired young woman stands before Trigon. She’s dressed in short sleeved shirt with a black tie and a navy-blue skirt and white and black striped socks that reach just below her knees, likely some school uniform. Her blue eyes trained on the demon, as determined as Slade’s. She got a handgun trained directly on the demon.

Her companion, a curly blonde young man with green eyes stands to the side of young woman. He’s wearing a white shirt with gold accents at the end of the sleeves under a purple tunic. A gold belt is holding up black tights which are tucked into purple boots, which are accented by gold like his belt and sleeves. There’s a grim, familiar determination in his eyes as well.

There’s something else with this young man as well. It seems as if he trying to will something to happen by staring down Trigon.

The boy becomes transparent for a split second.

“Ah, ah, ah, my boy.” Says Trigon, smart to what the young was attempting.

Becoming solid once more, he opens his mouth in silent agony, gripping his head and lowering to his knees.

“Joey!” Screams the young woman, dropping the gun and tending to her companion.

Slade not wanting his children to become victims to the demon before him speaks up, “Trigon,” he says through heavy breaths, “let them go. You’re here for me, right? Leave them out this!”

“Curious…” mutters Trigon, “Deathstroke the Terminator, begging for the lives of children.” He then makes his way over to the tortured former assassin, lifting Slade by his neck. “What are these children to you?” He asked. “What are they to you as you would throw away your own pride to beg for them?” He adds.

Slade simply stares down Trigon, his mouth in a grim line.

“Don’t be shy now, mortal.”

Trigon does have a sneaking suspicion of what these two are to the man in his clutches but is starting to lose his patience.

Slade continues his silence, out of fear of what the creature before him would do to those kids if he revealed what they are to him.

“Alright,” says Trigon. The demon turns his attention to the two behind him, lifting his other hand at Rose and Joseph as if to…

“No…”

A large portion of black energy then comes from the ceiling between Trigon and the pair of teens. It then expands outward into the shape of a bird and a blue cloaked, purple haired young woman emerges from it as it’s absorbed into her.

And said young lady doesn’t look happy.

“They’re his kids.” Says that familiar monotone voice, answering Trigon’s unanswered question.

At the sight of his daughter, the voices within Trigon begin to die down. The tendrils of his soul-self sink back under his cloak, presumably to be absorbed back into him. His horns then retract into his forehead. His eyes then lose their ominous red, the glow which is receding to his iris’ returning his sclera to its usual pitch black.

“Ah, Raven,” croaks Slade, “welcome to the party.”

“Slade, can you not?” She responds bluntly.

“Dearest…”

“No, no.” Raven interrupts Trigon. “Heal him. Now!”

“You don’t expect…” Begins Trigon.

“Yes.” Said Raven leaving no room for argument. “And you,” she said referring to Slade, “you could’ve told him we’ve come to an understanding.”

“It’s not like he would’ve believed me, Birthday Girl.” Responded Slade.

Raven breathes an exasperated sign. Then the half-demoness turns her back to the pair of fathers, then makes her toward Joseph and Rose.

“You guys ok?”

“I’m fine, but Joey may not be.” Replies Rose.

I’m fine, I just have a splitting headache. Signs Joey. I think trying to possess the demon over there was a bad idea.

“Rave, can you tell me what the hell is going on here? Why is, who I assume is the devil, attacking my dad.”

Trigon reluctantly releases Slade and begins the process of healing his lost limbs. “An understanding? I…”

Trigon is interrupted for a third time by Raven, “He’s my dad.”

“Your dad?” Responded Rose, incredulously.

Raven nods her head. “I presume he’s here for payback,” Rose shakes her head in confusion, “your dad pushed me toward jumpstarting the end of the world. But he wasn’t aware that your father and I had come to an understanding. As you know, Rose, he retired from supervillainy.” She then turns to the pair of dads behind her, Trigon having just finished re-growing Slade’s leg. A glow engulfs the stump of what used to be Slade’s hand as Trigon starts to work on bringing it back whole as he grumbles to himself. Slade’s smirking at the demon surely testing his fate as the demon works to heal him. “Part of it was my behest, but he later told me he planned to retire anyway. While he had been part of why I surrendered to what I was convinced was my fate, he’s also part of the reason I was able to overcome it. He pointed and guided Robin in the right direction in order to save me in my diminished state. When I confronted him after it was all resolved, he told me why he did what he did. It was you two. A second chance at being a father. I told him if he ever came after Robin, myself any of my friends or family or caught a whiff of some plot, conspiracy or even petty theft, I would’ve found the deepest, darkest pit in all of existence and throw his ass into it.” She finishes, smiling darkly.

“It wouldn’t have been enough of his ass left to throw. He promised to be here for me, and I plan to hold him to that promise.”

I say the jury’s still out. Signs Joey. The two young women impatiently. The blonde shrugs his shoulders dismissively. As if to say, what?

“But wait, how’d you know your Dad was here?” Asked Rose

“Two things really. Joseph hit the distress beacon on his communicator, and my dad’s demonic aura is like the Bat-Signal to those who can sense it, especially when he’s…agitated.”

At that moment, Trigon had finished re-growing Slade’s lost limbs. The former assassin stands on two legs once more, testing the stability of the newly regrown leg and flexing the new hand. “I think I like the old ones better.” He said.

Enraged the demon gets into his face barring his fangs, “I can send them the way of the last two, if you continue.”

Raven and Rose gets in between the two fathers. “Dad, stop.” They said simultaneously.

“Fine,” grumbled Trigon. His eyes then glow, then The Mark of Scath appears on Slade’s forehead, accompanying burn spreading throughout his body. “Your deal with my brother forever has forever you to my thrall, as he used magics of my own creation to facilitate it. Should you ever make any move against my family again, those girls won’t ever get chance to enact their respective punishments once I get my hands on you. Are we clear, Slade?”

“Crystal.” He said, through gritted teeth.

The mark disappears, along with its burn. Slade continues to flex his regrown hand, staring at it as if contemplating something. “I know we’ll never be friends Trigon, but I’d like to make a peace offering, and a thank you for not killing me. Wait here.”

Not even a minute later Slade makes his way back into the room, with a long sword in his grasp within its scabbard. He pulls it a few inches out of the sheath, revealing its double fuller cross section.

“What use do I have for a sword? Wait? That aura… Is that the God Killer? How did you even get a that sword?”

"Fear not, this weapon is forged only with a fragment of the legendary sword. The full ability of the blade isn't within a single shard thankfully, though is capable of wounding beings like yourself." He said as he places the blade back in its sheath. “It was gifted to me by someone trying to recruit me to a cause. The New Church of Blood. I think they're amassing munitions to specifically kill demons. I took care of Abel myself who delivered it to me, so I don’t know who’s leading them. I caution you and yours to be weary Trigon."

“Hmm...” Trigon takes the sword from him. “You’ve my thanks, Slade.” Says Trigon offering a hand to the man.

Slade takes out the stretched limb, solidifying the peace between the former demon lord and former assassin.

A/N: I was initially going to have the end as Slade manipulating Trigon into letting him go by effectively using Rose as an emotional hostage/emotional leverage; Slade saying something along the lines of, "so you'd kill me Trigon? In front of my ONLY daughter?" With Slade cracking a knowing smile in scene that plays out similarly to what it ended up being. But I thought the whole premise of these one-shots is to establish an alternative to Trigon like we see in other media; what if Trigon wasn't an asshole (or benevolent if you will lol). Why can't I do the same with Slade? I mean I remember a long time ago in the comics (pre-New 52) there was a storyline where the Titans (Rose and Jericho included) had to fight off Slade and a few other villains. At the end of that story after Slade's been defeated, he lamented that he HAD to push Rose and Joe toward the titans by actively fighting them. His reasoning being that the Titans can provide a family structure that he cannot. If Slade can show that kind of benevolence in the comics, why not in Fanfiction?

Read this and more @https://www.fanfiction.net/~olboypacman

#Teen Titans #fanfiction #fanfic #slade wilson #slade #deathstroke #deathstroke the terminator #raven #Trigon #FF.net #rose wilson #joseph wilson #jericho

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Early Hitchcock

Ian Hunter, Carl Brisson, and Eugene Corri in The Ring

Lillian Hall-Davis and Jameson Thomas in The Farmer's Wife

Anny Ondra, Carl Brisson, and Malcolm Keen in The Manxman

The Ring (Alfred Hitchcock, 1927)

Cast: Carl Brisson, Ian Hunter, Lillian Hall-Davis, Forrester Harvey, Harry Terry, Gordon Harker. Screenplay: Alfred Hitchcock. Cinematography: Jack E. Cox.

The Farmer's Wife (Alfred Hitchcock, 1928)

Cast: Jameson Thomas, Lillian Hall-Davis, Gordon Harker, Louie Pounds, Maud Gill, Olga Slade, Ruth Maitland. Screenplay: Eliot Stannard, based on a play by Eden Phillpotts. Cinematography: Jack E. Cox.

The Manxman (Alfred Hitchcock, 1929)

Cast: Carl Brisson, Malcolm Keen, Anny Ondra, Randle Ayrton, Clare Greet. Screenplay: Eliot Stannard, based on a novel by Hall Caine. Cinematography: Jack E. Cox.

These nicely restored silent Hitchcock films don't have a lot that's "Hitchcockian" about them except his ability to tell a story visually. Even compared to his other silents like Downhill (1927) and especially The Lodger (1927), they feel a little routine. What sets them apart from his later work is the focus on working-class people: carnival workers, farmers, and fishermen. Two of them are romantic melodramas involving a love triangle, the other a comedy about a widower in search of a wife. The Ring is the liveliest, with an impressive opening sequence that establishes the carnival setting with some kinetic camerawork and introduces the hero, "One-Round" Jack Sander (Carl Brisson), a carny boxer who takes on all comers, with the promise that anyone who lasts more than one round with him wins a pound. His girlfriend, Mabel (Lillian Hall-Davis), is the ticket-taker, and our first sight of Jack in the ring comes as she pulls up a flap between her booth and the interior -- a characteristic Hitchcock point-of-view take. Hitchcock also doesn't show the fights at first, only the boastful contenders being knocked back by Jack's punches, until his real antagonist, the professional fighter Bob Corby (Ian Hunter), puts up a real fight. From there, it's a story of Jack's rise as a pro and Mabel's increasing infatuation with Corby, even after she marries Jack. This is the only film on which Hitchcock took a solo credit as screenwriter, and though it's an entirely predictable plot, it's a workable one. Brisson, the handsome Danish actor who plays Jack, returns in The Manxman, which is somewhat overplotted -- it's based on a popular novel. Once again, he's on the outs in a marriage. Pete (Brisson), a fisherman, loves Kate (Anny Ondra), a publican's daughter, who agrees to wait for him while he earns his fortune on an overseas voyage, but she also loves Philip (Malcolm Keen), Pete's best friend, a lawyer with ambitions to become a "deemster," the name for a judge on the Isle of Man. And when a report comes that Pete has been killed, she and Philip feel free to indulge their love, though his family opposes their marriage as destructive to his ambitions -- apparently Philip's father damaged his career by marrying beneath him. When Pete turns up very much alive, he marries Kate, who is pregnant with Philip's child, whereupon much anguish ensues. Eliot Stannard wrangles the material from the Hall Caine novel into something coherent, but Hitchcock rarely seems terribly interested in it. The Farmer's Wife gives Hitchcock a chance to show off a talent for comic pacing that he rarely exhibited in his later career except in the "lighter side" moments of his thrillers and in such marginally successful comedies as Mr. & Mrs. Smith (1941) and The Trouble With Harry (1955). The film opens with Farmer Sweetland's (Jameson Thomas) wife on her deathbed, followed shortly by the marriage of their daughter, leaving the farmer open to suggestions that he needs to take a new wife. Completely, and somewhat illogically, ignoring the pretty housekeeper, Araminta (Lillian Hall-Davis), he courts -- disastrously -- some obviously unsuitable local women before realizing that Araminta is the one for him. A hint of misogyny pervades The Farmer's Wife in the comic portrayals of the mannish Widow Windeatt (Louie Pounds), the prudish Thirza Tapper (Maud Gill), and the hysterics-prone Mary Hearn (Olga Slade). It could be said that a similar misogyny colors the portrayals of Mabel in The Ring and Kate in The Manxman, women who seem to have no fixity in their affections. But Hitchcock was never the most "woke" director when it came to the treatment of women in his films.

#The Ring #The Farmer's Wife #The Manxman #Alfred Hitchcock #Ian Hunter #Carl Brisson #Eugene Corn #Lillian Hall-Davis #Jameson Thomas #Anny Ondra #Malcolm Keen

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bullmiddle5-blog · 6 years ago

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America’s 38 Essential Restaurants

Plenty of smart, useful articles appear each year directing people to the nation’s buzziest restaurants, highlighting emerging trends and up-and-coming chefs. This annual guide, compiled after 34 weeks of travel and almost 600 meals in 36 cities, aims to accomplish something else: It’s a distillation of the foods and the communities to which I’ve borne witness. The undertaking has defined my work — my life, really — for nearly the last five years as Eater’s national critic.

The one-word mantra that steers my thinking, and also the city-based Eater 38 maps upon which the list is modeled, is essential. Which places become indispensable to their neighborhoods, and eventually to their towns and whole regions? Which ones spur trends, or set standards for hospitality and leadership, or stir conversations around representation and inclusivity? Which restaurants, ultimately, become vital to how we understand ourselves, and others, at the table?

Every year, the list changes substantially; this time around, we welcome 17 newcomers. They’re the places where I had especially meaningful aha moments, where I thought, “Of course New Mexican cuisine should be lauded,” or “Absolutely this is the one Korean barbecue restaurant where everyone should eat,” or “It’s crazy how perfectly these Pakistani-Texan dishes summarize the heart of Houston dining.” The bleeding-edge vanguards among this crew include a Los Angeles maverick where the chef grafts cuisines from around the world with astounding grace, a San Antonio barbecue upstart ushering Mexican flavors to the forefront, and America’s most impactful Southern restaurant — which happens to be in Seattle.

This being the fifth of these roundups I’ve agonized over, I’ve also observed, over these years, a shifting national consciousness, where diners from many backgrounds increasingly embrace cuisines with which they were previously unfamiliar. It’s the new paradigm, not an exception. Coded culinary language denoting “them” and “us” — as “American” or “other” — is slowly but inexorably dissolving. Each of these restaurants cooks American food; I can’t imagine our dining landscape without them. Sure, they’re wonderful places to eat. But they all engender belonging, possibility, and connection — things we surely need in our country right now.

★ – an Eater 38 Icon, on this list five consecutive times

The 2017 list | The December 2016 list | The January 2016 list | The 2015 list

2M Smokehouse

San Antonio

In an ever-more-crowded genre, pitmaster Esaul Ramos and fellow San Antonian Joe Melig transcend the Texas smoked-meats melee by also serving a frictionless combination of dishes that express their Mexican-American heritage. The uniformly blackened, near-custardy brisket rivals the efforts of the Austin superstars; chopped poblanos and blots of queso Oaxaca punctuate their stellar pork sausage. Fold them into speckled flour tortillas, topped with pickled nopales and interspersed with forkfuls of borracho beans and “Chicharoni Macaroni” (mac and cheese dusted with fried pork skins). This is how the leading edge of Lone Star barbecue looks, smells, and tastes. 2731 South WW White Road, San Antonio, TX, (210) 885-9352, 2msmokehouse.com

Atelier Crenn

San Francisco

With an artist’s sense of constant reinvention, Dominique Crenn has been bending flavors and meditating on design since her flagship restaurant’s 2011 debut. More masterfully than ever, Crenn and her team (including pastry chef Juan Contreras) mine the middle ground between intellect and emotion, between heady presentation and flat-out deliciousness. Crenn focuses the modernist kitchen on seafood and vegetables, using impeccable Bay Area ingredients while musing over her upbringing in Brittany, France, for inspiration. Stunning black-walnut tables, part of the dining room’s 2017 renovation, show off swirling wood grains that resemble turbulent cloud patterns; the effect is mirrored in tableside theatrics like platters of billowing dry ice that soon reveal tiny geoduck tarts. 3125 Fillmore Street, San Francisco, CA, (415) 440-0460, ateliercrenn.com

Brennan’s

New Orleans

Ralph Brennan and his business partner, Terry White, rescued this French Quarter monolith in 2014, shepherding $20 million worth of reconstructive surgery on a building the size of a small cruise ship. Among the city’s Creole restaurant institutions, Brennan’s now takes the lead with its balance of timeless pageantry and relevant, finely honed cooking. Executive chef Slade Rushing nails the classics — eggs Sardou laced with creamed spinach for breakfast, snapper amandine or blackened redfish for dinner, bananas Foster for dessert any time of day — but also rotates in fresh twists like frog legs with basil tempura and tomato escabeche. 417 Royal Street, New Orleans, LA, (504) 525-9711, brennansneworleans.com

Here’s Looking At You

Los Angeles

Beef tartare at Here’s Looking At You

Wonho Frank Lee

Jonathan Whitener, the chef who owns HLAY with front-of-house ace Lien Ta, is arguably the country’s most creatively energized practitioner of the “global plates” aesthetic. Salsa negra, smoked beef tongue, nam jim, carrot curry, blood cake, almond dukkah, sprouted broccoli, New Zealand cockles: All have a place on his menu; all make sense in his electric, eclectic compositions; all reflect Los Angeles’s wondrous pluralism. The cocktail menu takes cues from Tiki culture but spirals off in similarly wild and amazingly cohesive directions. 3901 West 6th Street, Los Angeles, CA, (213) 568-3573, hereslookingatyoula.com

Himalaya

Houston

Effervescent, always-present owner Kaiser Lashkari and his wife, Azra Babar Lashkari, turn out nearly 100 distinct dishes at their boxy strip-mall restaurant in the city’s Mahatma Gandhi District. Numerous curries, including Hyderabadi chicken hara masala coursing with green chiles, evince several regional Indian cuisines, but it’s key to order the gems inspired by Kaiser Lashkari’s native Pakistan. He excels in “hunter beef,” a preparation similar to pastrami, best served cold in thick slices with head-clearing mustard. He links the Pakistani affinity for beef with Texas in specials like his weekend-only smoked brisket masala. The restaurant’s excellent, mildly spiced fried chicken bridges cultures just as successfully. 6652 Southwest Freeway, Houston, TX, (713) 532-2837, himalayarestauranthouston.com

Jose Enrique

San Juan, PR

Jose Enrique’s whole fried fish over yuca

There is no sign outside the self-named restaurant of Jose Enrique Montes Alvarez; there’s also no missing the building, a cottage spangled with Art Deco geometries and painted bright pink. Jose Enrique served as the initial headquarters for José Andrés and his World Central Kitchen, which eventually served over 3 million meals in Puerto Rico following Hurricane Maria’s destruction in 2017. And it rightly remains the island’s most lauded dining destination. Whiteboards propped around the dining room list the daily-changing menu, a narration of the island’s comida criolla in which local seafood keeps diners rapt. Build a meal around an Enrique classic: whole fish fried into a kinetic sculpture, crowned with a chunky salsa of papaya and avocado and set over mashed yam. The crowd is drinking local rum. Join them. 176 Calle Duffaut, San Juan, Puerto Rico, (787) 725-3518, joseenriquepr.com

JuneBaby

Seattle

Edouardo Jordan grew up in St. Petersburg, Florida, with family roots in Georgia, but it wasn’t until he opened his second Seattle restaurant, in the spring of 2017, that he chose to focus professionally on the foods of the South and his African-American heritage. The decision, and the restaurant’s immediate success, has made him one of the nation’s towering figures of Southern cooking. Among the menu’s familiar, gorgeously rendered comforts, the truest treasures (oxtails, vinegared chitterlings, collard greens with ham hock) are the ones that most resonantly invoke Jordan’s upbringing. 2122 Northeast 65th Street, Seattle, WA, (206) 257-4470, junebabyseattle.com

Koi Palace

Daly City, CA

Dim sum is among my favorite meals; I took a particularly obsessive deep dive through the Bay Area and greater Los Angeles this past year while researching the Eater Guide to California. A Sunday jaunt to the original Koi Palace (the flagship of its three locations) reminded me why it’s the indispensable cornerstone among the region’s many stellar dim sum options. Once you wade through the chaotic crowds, a euphoric whirlwind of food and service awaits. In a blur of dumplings, noodles, congees, sweet and savory cakes, piled greens, and crisp-skinned meats, a through-line of freshness and craftsmanship gives the feast cohesion. Finish with the last dregs of tea and the custardy fritters called “Sugar Egg Puffs.” 365 Gellert Boulevard, Daly City, CA, (650) 992-9000, koipalace.com

Mary & Tito’s Cafe

Albuquerque

The foodways of New Mexico are even more regionalized and misconstrued than Texas’s Tex-Mex traditions. In restaurants, New Mexican cuisine boils down to the quality of two dominant chile sauces: the dusky, fruity, slightly spicy red variation, made from dried pods, and the chunkier, vegetal roasted green chile version. There is no better indoctrination into the state’s culinary nucleus than the cafe started by Tito and Mary Ann Gonzales in 1963. Both have died, but their daughter Antoinette Knight, her family, and the restaurant’s longtime cooks keep the recipes and spirit alive. The crucial dishes: carne adovada (pork marinated in bright, silky, near-perfect red chile sauce and then baked) and stacked blue corn enchiladas with both red and green chiles — which is to say, “Christmas” style. 2711 4th St NW, Albuquerque, NM, (505) 344-6266, no website

Momofuku Ko

New York

The wit and technical command behind the tasting menu at David Chang’s toniest outpost perpetually makes Ko one of Manhattan’s worthiest splurges. A course of frozen foie shavings, melting on the tongue like otherworldly snowflakes, is a forever trademark; it’s hard to look at the split shape of the “Ko egg” and not envision an alabaster Pac-Man gobbling dots of caviar. But this past year the restaurant hoisted itself to another dimension by adding a walk-ins-only bar with a separate, experimental, and sneakily brilliant menu by executive chef Sean Gray and his team. Consistent pleasures have included quadruple-fried chicken legs, served cold. They’re so outrageously good, Harland Sanders only wishes he were picnicking on them in the afterlife. 8 Extra Place, New York, NY, (212) 203-8095, ko.momofuku.com

Palace Diner

Biddeford, Maine

In 2014, Chad Conley and Greg Mitchell took over a decades-old, 15-seat restaurant housed in a Pollard train car built in 1927 and turned it into the ideal realization of a daytime Americana diner. Eating here haunts me: I can’t find better light, lemony, buttery pancakes, or a more precisely engineered egg sandwich, and theirs is the only tuna melt I ever hunger after. Location plays a charming role: Sleepy but quickly burgeoning Biddeford, Maine (also home to Rabelais, one of the country’s finest food-focused booksellers), sits about 20 miles south of Portland. It’s all worth the trek. 18 Franklin Street, Biddeford, ME, (207) 284-0015, palacedinerme.com

Park’s BBQ

Los Angeles

Tabletop barbecue and banchan at Park’s BBQ

Wonho Frank Lee/Eater

In America, the meaty magnetism of Korean barbecue restaurants often serves as a gateway to the country’s cuisine. Park’s, ensconced in a Koreatown strip mall, is more of a journey’s culmination — the pinnacle of the genre. Certainly the tabletop-grilled meats (especially the kalbi, or short ribs, and anything offered as an American wagyu upgrade) deliver with sizzling edges and smoky depths. Before the main event, tiny plates of chef-owner Jenee Kim’s meticulous banchan (kimchi; gyeran mari, or rolled egg; battered slices of squash) rev the appetite. The cooking alone distinguishes the restaurant; the engaged, near-telepathic staff propels the experience even higher. 955 South Vermont Avenue, Los Angeles, CA, (213) 380-1717, parksbbq.com

Smyth & the Loyalist

Chicago

Chicago is a stronghold of tasting-menu restaurants all nearly on par in their intellectual heft. At Smyth, husband and wife John Shields and Karen Urie Shields certainly show off brainpower through 12 courses that uniquely coalesce Japanese, Nordic, and Southern-American flavors and techniques. But their close relationship with a farm 20 miles south of the city in Bourbonnais, Illinois helps give Smyth’s cuisine a literal and spiritual grounding. I taste the honest Midwest in dishes like end-of-summer green gooseberries paired with uni. At the Loyalist downstairs, the duo apply their formidable know-how to the Americana fare, including killer biscuits with cheddar and what may be the most righteous cheeseburger in Chicago. 177 North Ada Street, Chicago, IL, (773) 913-3773, smythandtheloyalist.com

Superiority Burger

New York

Brooks Headley departed from his top-of-the-food-chain gig as pastry chef at Del Posto in 2015 to channel his punk-musician origins into a solo project: a seditious, moshing, 270-square-foot Lower East Side restaurant that specializes in a remarkably gratifying vegetarian burger. The place is an ever-rarer reminder of individuality and tenacity in New York City. At its busiest moments, the crowd streams from the six-seat storefront out onto the sidewalk, a breadth of humanity sharing the moment as they consume meat-free sandwiches and spontaneous vegetable creations, straight from the farmers markets. Every menu item costs under $10. Headley doesn’t entirely abandon his previous title: He channels every ounce of his dessert genius into two transcendent gelato and ice cream flavors that change daily and come squashed together in a paper cup. 430 East 9th Street, New York, NY, (212) 256-1192, superiorityburger.com

Via Carota

New York

I’ll just say it: This is my favorite place to eat in New York. While no one “quintessential Manhattan” restaurant exists, Via Carota exquisitely inhabits one version of the mythology. It’s the filtered, shifting light that seeps through the picture windows overlooking a narrow West Village street. It’s the crowd’s smart air (especially at lunch, the ideal time to drop in). And it’s certainly the assured Italian cooking, heavy on vegetable dishes but also with soul-soothing pleasures like tagliatelle showered with Parmesan and draped with prosciutto. An unusually harmonic partnership animates the place: Chef couple Rita Sodi and Jody Williams each started still-successful restaurants nearby before combining forces on their joint darling. I always feel cheered by their doting brand of culinary co-parenting. 51 Grove Street, New York, NY, (212) 255-1962, viacarota.com

Xi’an Famous Foods

New York

Jason Wang and his father, David Shi, began their success story out of longing: The dishes they first served out of a basement stall of the Golden Shopping Mall in Flushing, Queens, channeled signatures of their native Xi’an, the capital of China’s northwestern Shaanxi Province. Hand-ripped noodles with spicy cumin lamb (its complexly seasoned chile oil reflective of Xi’an’s Eastern point along the spice routes), liangpi “cold skin” noodles, and a lamb burger stuffed in a hamburger-bun-shaped bao became phenomenons. Now with over a dozen locations in three New York boroughs, the chain remains in the family, and the food — remarkable in its consistency and affordability — rightly persists as a cult obsession. 41-10 Main Street, Flushing, NY, (212) 786-2068, and other locations, xianfoods.com

Xochi

Houston

Chicken tacos at Xochi

Each of Hugo Ortega and Tracy Vaught’s four Houston restaurants lend distinction to the world-class greatness of the city’s dining scene. Since opening in early 2017, Xochi quickly ascended as the finest of their bellwethers. Ortega and his chefs delve into Oaxaca’s earthy, exhilarating, spicy-sweet cuisine, with its color wheel of moles and its masa-based specialties shaped into irresistible geometries. Look for memelas (a thicker tortilla cradling roasted pork rib), tetelas (blue-masa triangles stuffed with house-made cheese), and molotes (crisp oval cakes painted with creamy and spicy sauces). Lunch ranks equal to dinner in excellence, a blessing for Downtown’s visitors and local workers alike. 1777 Walker Street, Houston, TX, (713) 400-3330, xochihouston.com

Among those reappearing on the list, only five standouts remain from the original guide Eater published in January 2015. The quintet — consider them Eater Icons — comprises the progenitor of hot chicken, the nation’s ranking barbecue lodestar, two luminaries where I’d most readily recommend celebrating a special occasion, and the restaurant that shifted how many of us perceive Middle Eastern foods. These are the places that I could never bring myself to rotate out. They all exemplify cuisines and ideas that dominated the decade, but their influence also clearly surpasses momentary fad.

Al Ameer

Dearborn, Michigan | Among Dearborn’s cache of Lebanese restaurants, this is the paragon. Kahlil Ammar and Zaki Hashem’s family business includes an in-house butcher facility, so the unrivaled stuffed lamb (and also lamb liver, a traditional breakfast dish) exhibits exceptional freshness. 12710 West Warren Avenue, Dearborn, MI, (313) 582-8185, alameerrestaurant.com

Benu

San Francisco

“Thousand year old egg” at Benu

No culinary leader in America deserves the honorific of “chef’s chef” more than Corey Lee. Easy labels don’t stick to his visionary cooking. Lee runs three San Francisco restaurants, including the bistro Monsieur Benjamin and In Situ at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, but it’s at his flagship where his virtuosic talents most hold sway. Lee was born in Korea, and he most often summons the cuisines of China, Japan, and his native country for his intricate, striking dishes. Lobster coral soup dumplings, mussels stuffed with glass noodles and layered vegetables, a combination of potato salad and caramelized anchovies that recalls two staples of banchan: After thousands of meals consumed for Eater, I don’t know another place in America that serves food more dazzlingly, gratifyingly singular than Benu. Master sommelier Yoon Ha’s beverage pairings keep pace with Lee’s kitchen — another of the restaurant’s near-impossible achievements. 22 Hawthorne Street, San Francisco, CA, (415) 685-4860, benusf.com

Bad Saint

Washington, D.C. | The challenge: a no-reservations policy, 24 seats, and a line that begins several hours nightly before opening. The payoff: Tom Cunanan’s peerless Filipino cuisine. Inspirations like piniritong alimasag (fried soft-shell crab in spicy crab-fat sauce) also brilliantly signal the Chesapeake region in which he cooks. 3226 11th Street NW, Washington, D.C., no phone, badsaintdc.com

Bateau

Seattle | At Renee Erickson’s revolutionary overhaul of the American steakhouse, she and her partners dry-age the beef they raise on nearby Whidbey Island. Servers maintain a nightly running list of steaks on a chalkboard; lesser-known cuts like gracilis (the lean top round cap) receive equal billing with New York strips and ribeyes. Gallic-accented sides (kale gratin) and desserts (baba au rhum) trumpet the country’s renewed obsession with French cuisine. 1040 East Union Street, Seattle, WA, (206) 900-8699, restaurantbateau.com

Bertha’s Kitchen

North Charleston | Sisters Sharon Grant Coakley, Julie Grant, and Linda Pinckney carry on the culinary traditions of their deceased mother, Albertha Grant, serving red rice and shrimp, garlic crabs, lima beans, okra stew, and other specialties of the Gullah, former slaves who made their home in South Carolina’s Lowcountry. 2332 Meeting Street Road, North Charleston, SC, (843) 554-6519, no website

Blue Hill at Stone Barns

Pocantico Hills, NY

Squash in the guise of guacamole at Stone Barns

If pushed to pinpoint one restaurant that I consider to be the “best” in America, I will time and again name Dan Barber’s Westchester County destination, the centerpiece of the Stone Barns Center for Food and Agriculture. Four-hour-plus meals here are elegant, interactive experiences: They begin with the front-of-house staff asking about interests and appetites, and then the first bites comprise a procession of “vegetables from the field” served raw and impaled on spikes with the lightest gloss of vinaigrette. From there… who knows? Barber and his seasoned improvisers run the show, orchestrating scenarios of experimental squash varietals and no-waste animal cookery; perhaps there’s a mid-evening field trip to the bakery or a course or two in the refurbished manure shed (yes, it’s a thing) or the kitchen. Diners ultimately leave with altered definitions of place and time around food. What Barber creates is a life-affirming reset of what a restaurant can and should be. 630 Bedford Road, Pocantico Hills, NY, (914) 366-9606, bluehillfarm.com

Compère Lapin

New Orleans | Nina Compton, a native of St. Lucia, revives New Orleans’s often-forgotten connections to the Caribbean; at her three-year-old restaurant, she knits together cultures with dishes like snapper with vinegary pepper escovitch and carrot beurre blanc. 535 Tchoupitoulas Street, New Orleans, LA, (504) 599-2119, comperelapin.com

FIG

Charleston | The first place you should eat in Charleston? And maybe the last? Mike Lata and Jason Stanhope’s ever-creative, always-consistent fixture, where the daily catch from Southern waters steers the nightly menu. 232 Meeting Street, Charleston, SC, (843) 805-5900, eatatfig.com

Franklin Barbecue

Austin, TX

A classic spread at Franklin Barbecue

Courtney Pierce/Eater

Things Americans willingly wait in line for: rides in Disney theme parks, Black Friday sales, the latest iPhone, Aaron Franklin’s sublime array of smoked meats. I’d argue the latter leads to the greatest rewards. Texas barbecue functions as a ferocious, intensely observed sport unto itself; who crafts the most rapturous beef rib or the snappiest sausages fuel constant debate. What isn’t disputed is how Franklin raised the discourse around barbecue when he and his wife, Stacy, stoked the first pit at their barbecue trailer in 2009. (The business moved to its current midcentury modern digs in 2011.) His brisket alone altered my brain chemistry, and did the same for a lot of other souls, forever changing our expectations of that Lone Star staple. A spread of brisket, ribs, pulled pork, potato salad, and pinto beans still merits the wait, which every omnivore should brave once in their lives. 900 East 11th Street, Austin, TX, (512) 653-1187, franklinbarbecue.com

The Grey

Savannah, GA | Eater’s 2017 Restaurant of the Year resides in a former Greyhound bus station, restored to its original 1938 Art Deco grandeur in a multimillion-dollar renovation. Mashama Bailey culls Southern port city flavors into a jubilantly personal expression, with triumphs like salt-preserved grouper on toast and quail scented with Madeira. 109 Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard, Savannah, GA, (912) 662-5999, thegreyrestaurant.com

Highlands Bar & Grill

Birmingham, AL | A victorious year, with James Beard Awards for Outstanding Restaurant (after nine previous nominations) and a long-deserved win for pastry chef Dolester Miles, only emphasizes the timeless relevance of Frank and Pardis Stitt’s affable Southern-French haven. 2011 11th Avenue South, Birmingham, AL, (205) 939-1400, highlandsbarandgrill.com

Kachka

Portland, OR | Bonnie and Israel Morales recently moved their Belarusian-Georgian-Russian restaurant to a larger, splashier space without displacing an ounce of its inimitable spirit; their new lunch service offers the same signature dumplings, caviar, and newly supersized blini, and world-class vodkas. 960 SE 11th Avenue, Portland, OR, (503) 235-0059, kachkapdx.com

Mariscos Jalisco

Los Angeles | Raul Ortega’s mariscos truck, parked in LA’s Boyle Heights community, serves what is arguably the most perfectly constructed taco in the whole blessed country: The taco dorado de camaron, filled with spiced shrimp, emerges sizzling from the fryer before being swathed with salsa roja and avocado slices. 3040 East Olympic Boulevard, Los Angeles, CA, (323) 528-6701, no website

Milktooth

Indianapolis | Dutch baby pancakes with fluffernutter and grape jelly, sourdough-chocolate waffles with oolong-infused maple syrup, bacon and beef sloppy Joes: Jonathan Brooks is a mad genius of the morning meal. There’s no more inspired destination for relentlessly inventive breakfasts in America. 534 Virginia Avenue, Indianapolis, IN, (317) 986-5131, milktoothindy.com

Mud Hen Water

Honolulu | Hawaiian food exists in its own delicious, swirling cosmos. In dishes like his version of grilled squid lūʻau, whole fish cooked in coals, and chicken long rice croquettes, O‘ahu native Ed Kenney connects the cultural dots like no one else on the islands. 3452 Waialae Avenue, Honolulu, HI, (808) 737-6000, mudhenwater.com

n/naka

Los Angeles | Reservations open three months in advance and book out instantly, but tenacity rewards with the country’s most poetic kaiseki meal. Niki Nakayama and Carole Iida’s menus careen through cooking techniques (sashimi, steaming, frying, searing), but the whole is a meditation on the ties between culinary tradition and individual imagination. 3455 Overland Avenue, Los Angeles, CA, (310) 836-6252, n-naka.com

Parachute

Chicago | Beverly Kim and Johnny Clark’s dishes crisscross continents in their exceptionally vivid flavors, but the road always leads back to Korea with seasonal journeys like dolsot bibimbap and sesame-laced beef stew. 3500 N Elston Avenue, Chicago, IL, (773) 654-1460, parachuterestaurant.com

Prince’s Hot Chicken

Nashville

The one-and-only hot chicken at Prince’s

Nashville-style hot chicken can no longer be considered a trend or a local delicacy; its countrywide popularity over the last five years cemented its place in the foundation of American dining. But no matter how many people succumb to the masochistic pleasures of capsaicin and the endorphin rush that follows, or how many restaurant groups fashion their own variations, credit for the dish should — and will — always go straight back to the business that made it famous. James Thornton Prince founded the restaurant in the 1940s; his great-niece André Prince Jeffries remains the guardian of the recipe. The heat levels range from plain to “XXX Hot.” The “Hot” version is as far as I go, and as a full-body sensory happening, it’s plenty. Everyone should visit North Nashville and face the flames for themselves. 123 Ewing Drive, Nashville, TN, (615) 226-9442, princeshotchicken.com

Spoon & Stable

Minneapolis | This is the Twin Cities’ restaurant of the decade. Gavin Kaysen brought New York star power back to his native Minnesota but keeps himself grounded with local ingredients and compelling yet comforting plates. Pastry chef Diane Moua echoes the Midwest charm with creations like root-beer semifreddo. 211 North First Street, Minneapolis, MN, (612) 224-9850, spoonandstable.com

Staplehouse

Atlanta | Ryan Smith crafts the right-now model of the mid-priced tasting menu, serving a dozen or so constantly evolving courses; dishes might involve modernist mousses and powders but never spiral too far from an end goal of accessible pleasure. Co-owners Jen Hidinger and Kara Hidinger (Smith’s wife) lead the front of house with Southern graciousness. 541 Edgewood Avenue Southeast, Atlanta, GA, (404) 524-5005, staplehouse.com

Zahav

Philadelphia, PA

Smoked lamb shoulder with chickpeas at Zahav

The recent limelight on Middle Eastern foods in America, which is overdue and still very much emerging, can in part be traced to Michael Solomonov, the chef who owns Zahav (and about a dozen other restaurants) with Steve Cook. Solomonov, born in Israel, brings a respectful and contemporary translation of that nation’s clearinghouse adaptation of its region’s varied cuisines. Dinner should always begin with salatim — warmly spiced vegetable salads that light up the table in their shades of red, green, gold, and purple — and Solomonov’s justly lauded hummus, maybe in a Turkish variation bathed in melted butter. Grilled duck hearts, roasted carrots with labneh, the signature smoked lamb shoulder lacquered with pomegranate molasses, riffs on kanafeh (a shredded phyllo dessert) with seasonal fruits: These communal plates all foster kinship, further cultural understanding, and of course bring immense enjoyment. 237 St James Place, Philadelphia, PA, (215) 625-8800, zahavrestaurant.com

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flatstarcarcosa · 1 year ago

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at some point i'm gonna speedrun outlast again just as a refresher on when you find out more info, but iirc you find stuff about the nanotech even before you meet wernicke at the end. slade canonically brushed ish off every time he tried to explain the finer details of the suit, but joey did not.

slade having an unfinished prototype aside, the reason joey has more control over his suit than slade does is because joey knows how it fucking works, which means i know how it works because of hanging out with joey.

so when we find some of the files about the nanotech and the disruption of energy and whatnot i'm like

"it's the walrider. it's negating the nanotech in your suit, that's why it keeps shorting out and the kinetic energy isn't working."

and slade's just like

"no i power the suit"

and i'm like

#txt.txt #wilwil au: outlasting #'how are you so fucking stupid sometimes this is not the time for it'#'i know how the suit works reese i'm the only one who can generate the kinetic energy to make it work'#'IF AN OUTSIDE FORCE IS DISRUPTING THE NANOTECH THAT ENABLES THE KINETIC ENERGY IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU DO'

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agendahammer79-blog · 6 years ago

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America’s 38 Essential Restaurants

★ – an Eater 38 Icon, on this list five consecutive times

The 2017 list | The December 2016 list | The January 2016 list | The 2015 list

2M Smokehouse

San Antonio

Atelier Crenn

San Francisco

Brennan’s

New Orleans

Here’s Looking At You

Los Angeles

Beef tartare at Here’s Looking At You

Wonho Frank Lee

Himalaya

Houston

Jose Enrique

San Juan, PR

Jose Enrique’s whole fried fish over yuca

JuneBaby

Seattle

Koi Palace

Daly City, CA

Mary & Tito’s Cafe

Albuquerque

Momofuku Ko

New York

Palace Diner

Biddeford, Maine

Park’s BBQ

Los Angeles

Tabletop barbecue and banchan at Park’s BBQ

Wonho Frank Lee/Eater

Smyth & the Loyalist

Chicago

Superiority Burger

New York

Via Carota

New York

Xi’an Famous Foods

New York

Xochi

Houston

Chicken tacos at Xochi

Al Ameer

Benu

San Francisco

“Thousand year old egg” at Benu

Bad Saint

Bateau

Bertha’s Kitchen

Blue Hill at Stone Barns

Pocantico Hills, NY

Squash in the guise of guacamole at Stone Barns

Compère Lapin

FIG

Franklin Barbecue

Austin, TX

A classic spread at Franklin Barbecue

Courtney Pierce/Eater

The Grey

Highlands Bar & Grill

Kachka

Mariscos Jalisco

Milktooth

Mud Hen Water

n/naka

Parachute

Prince’s Hot Chicken

Nashville

The one-and-only hot chicken at Prince’s

Spoon & Stable

Staplehouse

Zahav

Philadelphia, PA

Smoked lamb shoulder with chickpeas at Zahav

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❝ D E AT H S T R O K E ❞ … LOADING FILE …

X. info sheet .X

* note: this is a character biography i did for slade, ages ago. i edited this to match the rpg’s setting, and wrote this in a way different from your typical biography. imagine, it’s written in the perspective of a scientist / doctor, a member from the team responsible for his super soldier abilities. some information is purposefully blacked out ( don’t worry it’s not your computers ! ). idk, i’d thought i’d do something creative with his story and my portrayal of it. hopefully it all makes sense, but if you have any questions, i’ll be glad to answer them! discord or dms!

S L A D E J O S E P H W I L S O N ;

Full Name: Slade Joseph Wilson

Alias: Deathstroke

Age: 52

Gender: Male

Birthdate: ████████

Birth Place: ████████

Current Residence: New York City

S L A D E J O S E P H W I L S O N ;

Hair: White

Eyes: Dark Brown

Disabilities: Blindness in one eye, Right

Build: Muscular, Super Soldier Physique

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: American

Alignment: Neutral, Villain

Identity: Secret/Not Secret, depends on the individual

S L A D E J O S E P H W I L S O N ;

Education: ██ ████ ███████ ██████ ██ █████████

Family: Unnamed mother, deceased Charles Wilson, father, deceased (Killed by Slade) Wade Defarge, half-brother, deceased Adeline Kane, ex-wife, deceased ███████ ██████, mother of rose, alive Grant Wilson, son, deceased Rose Wilson, daughter, alive Joseph Wilson, son, alive

Marital Status: Divorced

Employment (Former): ██████ ██ █████████, US Army

Employment (Current): Assassin, Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, Gun for Hire by contract

Affiliation(s): ██████ ██ █████████, US Army, ███████ █████

Preferred Weapons: Promethium Broad Sword, various guns, knives, and grenades

Equipment: Varies. Sometimes the Ikon Suit which absorbs kinetic energy. Or armored with chain metal armor underneath, belts and straps packed with ammunition, knives, grenades, and various other weaponry. Broad sword made of promethium, attached to back. Helmet hides half of his face, because of blindness in right eye. (Picture attached)

Abilities: Expert Combatant in various forms of combat (martial arts, unarmed combat, etc). Master marksman in various firearms, and master in weaponry, especially swordsmanship and firearms. Tactical Analysis (subject uses 90% of his brain), acrobatics, and stealth.

Powers: Super Soldier Physiology (enhanced senses especially of hearing and smell, enhanced agility, enhanced durability, enhanced reflexes, enhanced speed, enhanced stamina, enhanced strength), enhanced intellect, and accelerated healing.

P A S T

Slade Wilson was born on █████████ █████████ ████████ in █████████ ████████ to Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. His mother was ❝weak❞, he said, and his father abandoned him as a child. His father, Charles Wilson, a former CIA agent, was believed to be on a mission, but no record of the mission was ever recorded, nor found. Charles was later found to have defected to the ██████ ██ █████████. Charles had become something called Odysseus. Slade found him and killed him, years later. Slade still believes his father left because he chose to, and Slade doesn’t seem to remember his brother.

Slade has shown in his mentality and personality, that he is an individual capable of looking out for themselves. His father’s abandonment and unstable home, may be why, but it’s not conclusive. Slade may have always been selfish yet independent. However it may be, Slade Wilson was determined to enlist in the U.S. Army. Later, it is found Slade had lied about his age on his papers, and ran away from home. Instead of him being discharged, he was told to stay. His talents and skills in guerrilla warfare were far superior than any other soldier. He was tested over and over and over and promoted over and over by his superiors.

His ex-wife, Adeline Kane Wilson, was an Army Squadron Leader and instructor, who eventually trained Slade and took him under her wing. He impressed her, demonstrating his combat and skills, while high marks by Kane were left in this profile. In surveillance, you can see his fighting style sometimes resembles Kane’s style. His fighting style is either influenced or taken directly from Kane. What we did not anticipate was how dangerous their relationship would be. Slade would be promoted to Lieutenant Colonel, and sometime later Slade and Kane █████ ████ ██ ████ and marry. They would divorce, we don’t know why.

His first son, Grant Wilson, would become the first recorded Ravager. We’re not sure what happened, other than Slade finished his contract, and Grant was killed. The death of his son clearly affects him, to the point that he won’t talk about it. His second son, Joseph Wilson, also appears to be a heavy subject, but he appears to be more willing to talk about Joseph. ❝Joey❞ he said, in a psychological evaluation. Joseph Wilson is mute. Maybe Slade had something to do with Joseph’s disability….we don’t know. But Slade has shown signs of guilt, for both his sons. Grant and Joseph Wilson are children from his first marriage to Adeline Kane.

Slade’s daugther, Rose Wilson, was born out of wedlock. Her mother, ███████ █████, Slade appeared to have an affair with, while on assignment. He won’t say he abandoned Rose, most likely because of the comparison to his father, but he did abandon her. Because she was raised without her father. Rose would go on to take up the mantle as Ravager. We don’t know how many there are. From surveillance, she is the only one of his kids he communicates with, the most. They don’t always get along, or not at all, understandably. Slade appears to have a disconnect with his children. Just as he is disconnected with everyone else.

Slade was a good soldier. Excellent soldier. The perfect soldier. The Army asked him to volunteer for a secret medical experiment that was said to be a defense against the enemy’s Truth Serum. He agreed. It was really our attempt to make metahuman super-soldiers. He was lied to - but he was the perfect candidate. Something else we hadn’t anticipated: a violent response to the serum. It broke his mind and body, then built him back up. Stronger than before. But that would happen later. The immediate results were Slade’s more aggressive, violent, and enraged behavior. This aggression would remain with him, long after the experiment ended. Slade would go on to continue this as Deathstroke…

We deemed the experiment a failure, and Slade was limited to a desk job. We continued to monitor him, but what was the point? We thought. Our experiment had failed, until he started to show signs that it hadn’t. Enhanced, to a human’s peak, we did it. We did it. Accelerated healing helped to heal what else was left, and out perfect soldier was made even better. Slade’s enhanced mind allowed him to use 90% of his brain, and he has shown it’s use when he fights several enemies at once and uses tactical planning for his contract kills. We made a weapon…that even we could not handle. His mind remained broken. Even though we made him smarter, his mental stability, emotionally, crumbled. We wouldn’t call it crazy, but we’d call it violent. All Slade has now is aggression, a violent streak, and blood lust. He still has some sort of sense of humor, but we would highly advise to stay away from this man. He is unstable. We’re not sure if humor or violence will unleash out of him, at anytime.

We’re not sure what happened after that. We were told Slade was discharged, disobeying orders, trying to save another soldier. Wintergreen, his friend. Slade disappeared after, becoming what we only know now as Deathstroke.

P R E S E N T

We now have somewhat of a picture of what Slade has been up to. He’s made several enemies of heroes and villains, in Gotham alone, and has spent time with the League of Assassins. Physically, he’s gotten better. Mentally, he’s gotten worse.

We don’t know what happened to Slade Wilson. He was on assignment, and then, he was gone. Men don’t just disappear, especially not a man like Slade. He wouldn’t disappear unless he planned it. We’re looking into it. We have to find our weapon.

#m;intro #i have this much love for my meanie super soldier

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gostudentofdreamlands · 5 years ago

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Still Undead: Popular Culture in Britain Beyond the Bauhaus (Nottingham Contemporary)

On Sunday 17th November I visited the Nottingham Contemporary as part of the project brief of ‘The shape and the colour’. This trip was set as a prep task to inspire us and learn more about important movements and generations of artists who have inspired and change how people create and look at the artwork. It was also to show us how ‘Bauhaus’ has influenced all people in the creative industry from Film and music to fashion and product design. With this trip, I had seen pieces that were influential and unique to the styles and time periods of each decade it was split into. Each part of the exhibition was split into the different forms of art, and each decade the influence of ‘Bauhaus’ was created. These are the parts of the exhibition:

Bauhaus experiments in light and sound: 1920s-30s

Bauhaus Emigres in Britain: 1930s-40s

Basic design: 1950s-60s

Mod and Pop Culture: 1960s

Leeds polytechnic: 1970s-80s

Club culture, performance, graphic design: 1970s-80s

Each part of these showed the different types of art that were influenced by the craft and techniques created by the school and artist of ‘Bauhaus’. Each part also showed how it evolved over time to be shown to the different generations of artists from the past to the present day.

Bauhaus experiments in light and sound: 1920s-30s

This was the first part of the exhibition, this shows the influence of film, light, moving images and sounds created by artists from the 1920s-30s who either studied at the school of ‘Bauhaus’ or artists of that era who were influenced by ‘Bauhaus’ at that time. Each piece of art was different from the next, each piece was unique and showed the differences and similarities of each of the artists. Some of the artist’s works who were shown in this part of the exhibition were:

‘Bauhaus’ student Kurt Schwerdtfeger (1897-1966) Reflektorische Farblichtspiele (Reflecting Colour-Light Games)

‘Bauhaus’ student Ludwig Hirschfeld-Mack (1893-1965)

‘Bauhaus’ Student Kurt Kranz (1910-97)

‘Bauhaus’ Teacher Laszlo Moholy-Nagy (1895-1946)

‘Bauhaus’ student Florence Henri (1893-1982)

These artists showed artwork that showed points to a future in which sound, experimental film and new media work all form part of artistic as well as commercial practices.

This part of the exhibition helped me understand and develop knowledge on how the film has influenced parts of the creative industry and has developed to one of the most successful forms of media over generations. It has also created some of the most successful people in the creative industry over the years.

Bauhaus Emigres in Britain: 1930s-40s

In this part of the exhibition, it showed you how the practices of the ‘Bauhaus’ school in Germany came over to this country and started to influence artistic practice in Britain at the time. This part of the exhibition showed artists, designers and creative people in Britain at the time using the practices of ‘Bauhaus’. It also showed students and teachers who attended ‘Bauhaus’ coming to Britain to work and create work in their styles. Some of the artists that are included in this part of the exhibition art:

Edith Tudor-hart (1908-1973) Photographer. ‘Lawn road flats grand opening’

Joseph Emberton (1889-1956) and Laszlo Moholy-Nagy (1895-1946) ‘Simpsons of Piccadilly’

Laszlo Moholy-Nagy (1895-1946) ‘quickly away, thanks to pneumatic doors’

These were some of the artworks and design works shown in this part of the exhibition. Some of the work styles and techniques that were shown in the part of the exhibition were sci-fi special effects, furnishing fabrics, shop-window displays and colour experiments with music.

Basic design: 1950s-60s

In this part of the exhibition, it showed you the other artwork the ‘Bauhaus’ movement inspired. It also showed how British art schools had transformed after World War ||. Intuition began to be privileged over imitation, with creativity seen as more important than skill. This new approach to artistic training became known as Basic Design. Some artists who were included in this part of the exhibition are:

Rita Donagh (1939) painter. ‘Slade’, ‘Reflection on three weeks in May’

Richard Hamilton (1922-2011) Painter, and collage artist. ‘Five tyres abandoned’

Roy Ascott (1934) Technoetic ‘Video-rodget’.

Stephen Willats (1943) Conceptual art. ‘Architectural Relief’

Richard Hamilton, Victor Pasmore (1908–1998) Abstraction, Constructivism, Harry Thubron (1915-1985) Painter, and Tom Hudson (1922-1997) sculptor. ‘Spreads from the Developing process’.

These are some of the artists, artworks and design work shown in this part of the exhibition. This part of the gallery mixes works by key art educators of this period and influential publications with an evolving display of works that respond to original Basic Design exercises sourced from the National Arts Education Archive at Yorkshire Sculpture Park.

Mod and Pop Culture: 1960s

In this part of the exhibition, it showed a young generation of designers from the 1960s who re imagined the aims of the ‘Bauhaus’ for the new consumer era. It also showed the influences of all areas of design which could have been fashion, textiles, advertisements (posters, and magazine articles), photography and product design (home-ware, furniture, or other household decors). Some artists who were included in this part of the exhibition are:

Richard Hamilton (1922-2011) Painter and collage artist. ‘Toaster’.

Desmond O’Neill (1923-2003) Photographer. ‘Terence Conran’s habitat store in Kingston upon the Thames, Surrey.’, for queen magazine ‘The five-point cut’ - Vidal Sassoon (model: Grace Coddington)’.

Susan Collier (1938-2011) textiles designer and Sarah Campbell. ‘Bauhaus- screen-printed cotton’.

Herbert Bayer (1900-1985) graphic designer. ‘50 years Bauhaus’.

In 1968, a major survey of the ‘Bauhaus’ was presented in London at the Royal Academy. This was the first exhibition of its scale in Britain and was for many the first introduction to the ‘Bauhaus’. Around this time, many artists were also drawing inspiration from Bauhaus-era experiments in kinetic sculpture and from the seductive world of commercial design.

Leeds polytechnic: 1970s-80s

In this part of the exhibition, it showed a range of artwork from students and teachers artwork of people who attended Leeds polytechnic who used the methods, techniques and the inspirations of the ‘Bauhaus’ movement. This part also showed artworks of people who worked in this era creating artwork the same as others who were inspired by ‘Bauhaus’. This era was especially well known for the era of experimenting with art and how people look at it. This is when music, film, and fashion were heavily influenced by ‘Bauhaus’ and the people in the art and creative industry. This part showed a range of work from different artists. Some of them were:

George Hinchcliffe and Ian Wood. (1978) ‘Dehbye’.

Frank Tovey (1956-2002) electronic musician and vocalist. ‘BERG’

Marc Almond/Soft Cell (1957) musician and Fine art artist. Shows work from leed polytechnic from the late 70s - early 80s. ‘Photographs, leaflets, newspapers, clippings, playlist (Bedsit tapes)’

Dave Ball/soft cell (1959) electronic musician, and fine art artist. ‘Mutant moments’.

With this downturn of the economy and the decaying fabric of modernist council housing alongside with punk cries of “No Future”, the ‘Bauhaus’s’ Utopian visions gave way to the creation of dystopian representations of 1970s Britain.

Club culture, performance, graphic design: 1970s-80s

In the final part of the exhibition, it showed a wide range of artworks, design work from people in the performance industry, it also showed how artwork influenced music and film within the works that were shown. With this it showed a range of artwork like Photography, fashion, makeup and graphic design. It also showed the other creative industry of performance and film and how ‘Bauhaus’ influenced it. It showed this work by showing works of films with drag queens, music videos, moving imagery, and vinyl of bands to play in the room. Some of the artwork, design work and other creative work they showed was:

Robyn Beeche, photographer. ‘7th alternative miss world contestant’ (Miss Fuck it - Leigh Bowery and assistant the late Jil - swimwear, evening wear and day wear.), ‘Scarlett 1’, and ‘Scarlett 11’.

Robyn Beeche, photographer. ‘Bauhaus: spirals’

Leigh Bowery, (1961-1994) Australian performance artist, club promoter, and fashion designer. ‘Fleshing is my favourite fabric’, and designed costumes for Schlemmer’s ‘triadic ballet’.

Gertrud Arndt, photographer (1903-2000) ‘maskenfoto (mask photo) NR. 2, 4, 9, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 19, 24, 26, 27, 28, 33, 38, 39, 39a.’

Kraftwerk (Band) (1970 –present). ‘Roundhouse concert review - 1976��

Ueli Frey Photographer (1974). ‘Kraftwerk concert in Zurich’

Bauhaus (Band) (1978-present). ‘Bela Lugosi’s dead - music video’, ‘she’s in parties - music video’.

Adam and the ants (Band) (1977-1995 2013-present)

A collage of magazines and record covers, posters and videos, this gallery invokes the spirit of ‘Bauhaus’ parties and performances, by way of the work of Bauhaus masters and students including Oskar Schlemmer (1888-1943), Gertrud Arndt (1903-2000), T.lux Feininger (1910-2011) and Xanti Schawinsky (1904-79).

With this exhibition, I feel I have learnt new techniques, art styles, methods, artist influence and gathered new information on my chosen pathway which helped me understand the knowledge of the meaning of the film and live performance in the creative and art scene. I enjoyed visiting the gallery, it showed me people who influenced generations of the new age of the ideas of art. It also showed me how important the ‘Bauhaus’ movement changed the cause of art and creative culture forever. With this, I also feel this experience has influenced me to create work using some of the methods and techniques have shown within the work, and made me understand the mean behind the brief and how I can interpret this brief and experience in order to make my own work to show to people.

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