#Matthieu Pepper

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Voici les prochains invités de Marc Labrèche à « Je viens vers toi »

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May 21 - Free Day; A little Sick?

Today was a free day! I actually took the time to rest a bit because I started feeling sick I think! I stayed in bed for most of the day. I watched some shows and decided to do some assignments for this other summer course I am taking, which is actually Japanese Culture (JPT3500) with Dr. Matthieu Felt, who does say hi by the way Dr. Smith! It was fun to just chill and relax, and then I went out to eat dinner eventually. I went to this nearby ramen place to try it for the first time! Since I was feeling kind of bad, I thought ramen would be the perfect cure. Although not the smartest idea, I got coke, some extra noodle portions, and some eggs. I also got spicy miso and added some chili oil and red pepper paste to add extra spice! Also, it is an absolute must for me to have gyoza as well. Unfortunately, my appetite went away and I did not get to finish everything! However, I ate whatever I could and proceeded to go back to the hotel. I wanted to rest for a while after this, so that is exactly what I did! I eventually went to sleep and was mentally preparing myself to make it through the next few days.

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Eat this egg. Fastest wins.

Le maître du jeu (Taskmaster Québec), S01E02

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Le Maître Du Jeu (the Quebecois version of Taskmaster) is a truly underrated and under-watched gem. It's funny, charming, occasionally unhinged, and has the archetypal range of contestant personalities. Highly worth a watch, even if you don't understand French, as there are amazing people on Reddit who have translated it to English with cultural context included (these gifs are from the first episode, translated by u/FastFooer, thank you so much to them). The Taskmaster and the Assistant have a dynamic truly different from any other version of the show I've watched and it's both refreshing and lovely to see.

Cast: Louis Morissette - Taskmaster Antoine Vézina - Assistant Mehdi Bousaidan, Ève Côté, Christine Morency, Matthieu Pepper, and Jo Cormier - Contestants

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Chloée Deblois, Matthieu Pepper, Jo Cormier et Mégan Brouillard au Pop-Up Show SPÉCIAL NOËL! | Hollywoodpq.com - HollywoodPQ

Chloée Deblois, Matthieu Pepper, Jo Cormier et Mégan Brouillard au Pop-Up Show SPÉCIAL NOËL! | Hollywoodpq.com – HollywoodPQ

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Within You Without You (M et Kaabi Kouyaté) Théâtre des Champs Elysées P...

Before I get to the photos from the first half of the Lamomali tour, I wanted to make sure to post this, which I found on Labo-m.net:

Matthieu’s a Beatles fan, that’s a known quantity; thanks to his dad’s record collection, Matt had access to albums by the Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, the Rolling Stones, and other artists.  So recently Sgt Pepper turned 50 and a group of primarily French musicians decided to perform a tribute concert and naturally Matthieu received the invitation to participate.  Yvan Cassar assigned Matt the beautifully complex George Harrison composition “Within You Without You”. Although it was difficult, Matthieu not only accepted the challenge but conquered it.  I fully believe that George would have been proud of this interpretation, which at some points almost seems to draw upon a proto-Trance number John Lennon wrote (although it was credited to Lennon & McCartney) and performed for Rubber Soul called “Tomorrow Never Knows” - there was the same driving drum beat, the same high energy, the same magnetic fascination only with a French rock accent. The October 20th performance in Paris was by all accounts a resounding success.

And then there’s the guitar: Matthieu bought a new one for the occasion, which sounds amazingly like a SItar! I hope he’ll continue incorporating it into his shows because it’s got a beautiful tone.  And yes, Matthieu sang this in English in the original key; I adore his pronunciation. That accent... ^_^ it’s pure bliss.

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In case you didn’t know because I don’t post about them that much, I’m obsessed with panel shows. I dunno if anyone else watches Task Master but OMG THERE’S A CANADIAN ONE YAY...it’s Québécois tho HAHA and of course there’s no English subtitles because fuck you English amiright but if you speak French (or rather Québécois 😂) I recommend! 

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After the small gathering with Brendan’s staff where they had opened their gifts to great delight, it was now just a quiet evening between Loki and Brendan. Loki grabbed Brendan’s present from underneath the tree, passing it to him before he sat next to his love on the couch. Inside Brendan would find a small assortment of homemade baked goods, a luxuriously soft knit sweater, and a bottle of one of his favorite wines. They were relatively safe gifs but after the fiasco that was last Christmas, Loki thought something more traditional would be a better approach for this year. While Brendan worked on unwrapping the present, Loki couldn’t help but look at one of the remaining gifts beneath the tree. It was for Matthieu and he was hoping the Frenchman would arrive before the night was over, “Bren, is he going to make it tonight?” Loki asked, still distracted by the gift beneath the tree, looking mildly concerned.

@trust-my-glorious-purpose

In response to Loki's question Brendan sighed and took a swig of his newly gifted wine, straight from the bottle. "I'll be verra surprised if he shows up at all," Brendan replied flatly. The hand that was holding the wine bottle suddenly tightened, however, his knuckles turning white with rising anger. "The fact we even got him last Christmas was a bloody miracle." He paused and took another deep drink. "Back when I was still livin' ere alone he never came 'round for Christmas either. Because he was and is always expected tae be at home for the holidays.. tae be with his wife and their family." That last part left Brendan's mouth in a snarl and he quickly set the wine bottle aside before he got a mind to throw it--or worse, he got a mind to keep drinking until he went on another screaming tirade about how Matthieu had hurt and betrayed him. He really didn't want to do that again; he didn't want to spoil Christmas again by letting his anger and bitterness get the best of him.

With another, softer sigh, Brendan gently took one of Loki's hands into his own and brought it to his lips. "I'm sorry," he whispered, peppering his skin with kisses. "I jus' don't want tae see yeh hurt when.. if he doesn't come home tonight." Brendan didn't say it out loud, but part of him was also holding out hope that their lover would show. He wanted to believe that Matthieu would choose them over his so-called "family" for good. And that maybe this time he wouldn't go back afterwards.

A series of loud, reverberating knocks at the front door caught Brendan's attention suddenly and had him jumping to his feet. His heart practically skipped at the thought that Matthieu might actually have come home to them. The timing was perfect, if a bit suspicious, but Brendan decided that he didn’t care, his earlier feelings of hurt and anger now forgotten. He rushed to the door and excitedly opened it.. only to be met with a wave of disappointment. The man in question was indeed waiting for him on the other side of the door, but from the look of him--and frankly the smell that wafted off him--the elder Frenchman was highly intoxicated.

"Ohhh my little prince! Your knight has retuuurned!" Matthieu proclaimed in an overly loud sing-song voice as he swayed back and forth in the doorway. He greeted Brendan with a cute lopsided smile, all flush-faced and glassy-eyed. His long chestnut-grey hair was soaked with sweat and clung to his forehead, cheeks, and neck, and he was noticeably missing the jacket, tie, and shoes from his suit. His cane too was missing, a fact that concerned Brendan the most. The man needed it to walk, so how had he managed to climb the stairs without it? He didn't want to think the drunken idiot had crawled his way up. The damage that could do to his already injured leg.. the horrible bruises he'd have come morning.. Brendan sighed in exasperation.

"Yeh dare come home lookin' and actin' a goddamn fool.. If yeh weren't in such a poorly state already, I'd bloody throttle yeh right 'ere! Now get the fuck inside and clean yourself up!"

Matthieu knew it was best not to argue with the angry Scot; in that moment at least. He gave Brendan a small nod and even dared a quick kiss of apology, then cautiously moved past him into the apartment. Without his cane for support and with his vision blurred by heavy drinking, Matthieu struggled to keep upright, stumbling more than a few times as his right knee--long ago weakened by gunshot--threatened to give out and topple him. He was determined to keep going on his own, however. Matthieu didn't want to appear weak and helpless, especially in front of his lovers, but then his gaze set upon Loki and the stairs behind him that led up to their bedroom and he swallowed down his stubborn pride. Asking for help wasn't nearly as humiliating as having to crawl in front of them.

"Ah! Mon bebe, my other sweet prince, there you are." The smile Matthieu gave Loki was warm and affectionate despite the pain radiating up from his knee to his hip. He moved closer, using the wall and nearby furniture as aid, until at last he reached out to Loki with a shaky hand. "I am sorry. I know I am late and not looking my best for my boys. Will you help me up to the bath? I would ask mon fils, but.. I am sure you heard him. He is so very sore with me. Not at all like you, mmm?" He cooed at Loki and stroked his face, ignoring Brendan's annoyed scoff behind them.

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[ PAULINA SINGER, 28, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ] Have you seen DAHLIA MEYERS down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re one of the SECRETARY, for the MATTHIEU now. They’ve been so PETTY and CAPRICIOUS lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were CHARISMATIC and ADAPTIVE. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to BIG GOD by FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE now, or if KEEN CAT-EYES and THE SHIMMER OF SILK AND COPPER will still announce ‘em.

B A S I C S

Name: Dahlia Meyers

Age: 28

Birthplace: Houston, Texas

Orientation: Bisexual

Affiliation: Matthieu

Role: Secretary

Spoken Languages: English, Ukrainian

P H Y S I C A L

Height: 5'6

Build: Slim

Distinguishing Marks: Smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks, tiny scar on the knuckle of her index finger detailing a battle lost to an unruly stapler.

Habits and Gestures: Sucking her teeth, canting her head in thought, blinking pointedly. Her voice dips into a bit of a Texas drawl when especially emotional.

Smells like: Dolce & Gabanna Light Blue, hazelnut coffee

Dress: Plenty of silk, hammered metals, occasional leather. Color palette tends to stick around blush colors, bronzes, golds, and black.

N O T A B L E  T R A I T S

- wry

- flippant

- vindictive

- adaptive

- petty

- sociable

- motivated

- obsessive

- covetous

- (at times) kind

P E R S O N A L I T Y  O V E R V I E W

Sly, slippery, sociable. Observant, generally friendly, peppered with an incredibly strong vindictive streak. Slightly droll. Will seize on something with an almost rabid determination, often refuses to let go at her own detriment. Very numbers-based, structures her life around figures and deadlines and the dozens of notes and alarms set on her phone Simultaneously messy and organized. Motivated by the fear of failure and memories of poverty, being unable to take care of her mother.

M I S C.

Favorite desserts, an official ranking: Coconut macaroons, apple pie, eclairs

Fatal flaw: Thinks The Beatles are good

Redeeming quality: Really good at splitting the bill at restaurants

B I O

Dahlia’s life was defined by numbers. Even as a child, mundane figures seemed to stick easily to the inside of her skull. The meager budget her mother scribbled on a stray sticky-note, the GPA average needed for her dream university, the number of weeks it had been since she’d last visited her father’s small cemetery plot. Math came easily to her, and it was how she made sense of the world, categorized it. 

Born to an Ukrainian immigrant and a chronically ill father, money was often scarce for Dahlia. It was no means a perfect childhood, but the lack of resources stoked her desire to use her gifts to an advantage. Her father’s passing was simply the tipping point. Dahlia buried herself in Navier and Stokes, textbooks and espresso and the tired hum of her laptop. It was all part of The Plan.

The Plan: she was going to attend an exceptional school. Major in finance. Have her pick at the choicest of corporations, rake in the money that her mother and father could have only ever dreamed off. Dahlia would pluck herself and her mother out of poverty, and that would be that. 

 ( Life is rarely that simple )

She’d earned her coveted college admission at UPENN, but trouble came calling, as it often did. The collapsed economy threw many into difficult situations, and her mother’s family was no exception. In addition to immersing themselves into shadier business practices, they began to pressure Dahlia’s mother for money. Their demands grew in intensity. Wanting to spare her mother the stress of ‘familial obligation’, Dahlia began participating in illegitimate businesses to bring in income. Washing money, mostly, but her cousins had her performing a variety of tasks (washing, card counting, etc)

Was able to move her and mother out of Texas to distance themselves from her family, but Dahlia still needed a steady income. St. Landry was entrenched with crime. Why not use her degree and recent experience to her advantage? Working for the Matthiu family seemed like a logical decision.

If nothing else, Dahlia finds the job stimulating. She appreciates the necessity of remaining alert, on her toes, but this was hardly the career she’d expected out of college. Still- she’s ambitious with a severe allergy to failure. As such, the Matthiu family currently has her full attention and time.

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En direct de l'univers: Matthieu Pepper est l'invité du 18 novembre 2023

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@rennreblogs​ / open starter.

skirting safely around the truth was something he’d managed to do a thousand times over, especially when you took into consideration that he was not a matthieu by last name. it made him a little bit harder to find, harder to spot, but not for long. the one thing that was not hidden, was the bruise that was decorating his eye. some would have said it was a badge of honor, proof he’d lived to tell the story, but they’d be far closer to wrong. instead, it was a reminder that his pain didn’t matter as long as the family that didn’t even want him, felt just a touch safer. selfishness, really. confusion seemed to pepper features easily enough, brows perking, as he turned back, clearly not accustomed to the attention. “huh?”  a sub-par response, his mother’s reminder for manners whispered in his ear. “sorry, we’re you talking to me?” 

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MBTI & Musicians

See also: SP and SJ musicians

INFP

Ryan ADAMS Armande ALTAÏ Tori AMOS Fiona APPLE AURORA Julien BAKER BAT FOR LASHES Rostam BATMANGLIJ (Vampire Weekend) Chester BENNINGTON (Linkin Park) BJÖRK James BLAKE Kate BUSH Anna CALVI Nick CAVE CHRISTINE AND THE QUEENS Kurt COBAIN (Nirvana) Jack CONTE Graham COXON (Blur) Ani DIFRANCO Peter DOHERTY (The Libertines) John FRUSCIANTE (Red Hot Chili Peppers) Laura Jane GRACE (Against Me) John GRANT Jonny GREENWOOD (Radiohead) Hildur GUÐNADÓTTIR Aldous HARDING PJ HARVEY Imogen HEAP Keaton HENSON Tyler JOSEPH (Twenty One Pilots) Adrianne LENKER (Big Thief) Lykke LI Tamara LINDEMAN (The Weather Station) LORDE Chris MARTIN (Coldplay) Sinéad O'CONNOR PERFUME GENIUS Michel POLNAREFF Trent REZNOR (Nine Inch Nails) Damien RICE Maggie ROGERS Paul SIMON (Simon & Garfunkel) Nina SIMONE Patti SMITH Salvador SOBRAL Regina SPEKTOR Michael STIPE (R.E.M.) Jeff TWEEDY (Wilco) Sharon VAN ETTEN Florence WELCH (Florence And The Machine) Brian WILSON (Beach Boys) Chelsea WOLFE Thom YORKE (Radiohead)

ENFP

Billie Joe ARMSTRONG (Green Day) Daniel BALAVOINE Emma BLACKERY COEUR DE PIRATE Pierre DE MAERE DODIE Lou DOILLON Girl in red / Marie ULVEN GRIMES Neil HANNON (The Divine Comedy) Matty HEALY (The 1975) Camélia JORDANA Jared LETO (Thirty Seconds To Mars) Patti LUPONE Freddie MERCURY (Queen) Lin-Manuel MIRANDA Tom MORELLO (Rage Against the Machine) Amanda PALMER Barbara PRAVI SIA Tupac SHAKUR SOKO Louis TOMLINSON (One Direction) Brandon URIE (Panic At The Disco) Gerard WAY (My Chemical Romance) Hayley WILLIAMS (Paramore)

INTP

Laurie ANDERSON David BYRNE (Talking Heads) Rivers CUOMO (Weezer) Serge GAINSBOURG José GONZÁLEZ MOBY ORELSAN Alex TURNER (Arctic Monkeys) Bill WURTZ

ENTP

Matthew BELLAMY (Muse) Jack BLACK (Tenacious D) David BOWIE Carrie BROWNSTEIN (Sleater Kinney) Jacob COLLIER Chilly GONZALES Josh HOMME (Queens Of The Stone Age) Ezra KOENIG (Vampire Weekend) John LENNON (The Beatles) Winston MARSHALL (Mumford & Sons) John MAYER Sara QUIN (Tegan and Sara) Tegan QUIN (Tegan and Sara) Frank ZAPPA (Mothers of Invention)

INFJ

Michel BERGER Joep BEVING Andrew BIRD Leonard COHEN Alexandre DESPLAT Brian ENO FEIST Jean-Jacques GOLDMAN Andrew HOZIER Byrne Jewel KILCHER Maxime LE FORESTIER Laura MARLING MORRISSEY (The Smiths) Tim RICE-OXLEY (Keane) ST VINCENT Sufjan STEVENS WEYES BLOOD

ENFJ

BONO (U2) Lara FABIAN Guy GARVEY (Elbow) Matthieu GONET (Star Academy) Josh GROBAN Alanis MORISSETTE Marcus MUMFORD (Mumford & Sons) Leslie ODOM

INTJ

Damon ALBARN (Blur, Gorillaz) Nils FRAHM Stephen SONDHEIM

ENTJ

Noel GALLAGHER (Oasis)

See also: SP and SJ musicians

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Scour (Prompt 14)

“Is it hard to sleep?”  Llew turned toward his voice reflexively, even though he knew he’d not be able to see him. They were deep in the tunnels and beyond the lantern’s paltry glow. Still, they walked onward, boots scuffing against the stone underfoot. Sometimes dry and cracked, other times wet and mossy. Despite his best efforts, Llew could feel his heart thundering in his chest as time went on. He trusted Matthieu -a thought that would have terrified him with any other- and that would have to be enough. “My mind is always busy,” he replied, kept the shudder out of his voice. Still the hand on his shoulder tightened, and he found the weight far more comforting than any lamplight could provide. 

[[Cut for length and a brief mention of animal death at the end.]]

“I know, I remember.” Llew’s breath came in a huffing laugh because of course, he remembered. How many days had he spent beside the man, with him, rambling away about every little thing that popped into his head? They were without number. “It will worsen, as long as you wear it. It makes great demands of its wielders, like all of its kind.” It still hung around his neck, dangling in a claw-grip setting but tethered on a plain leather cord. It wasn’t what he expected, not some lexicon of knowledge he could crack open with the right incantation. It was flush with aether and full of potential, promise, its facets endlessly deep despite its cut, but locked tight. He’d been assured it had accepted him and yet there was no proof. Nothing to grant him certainty.

“But,” Matthieu stopped him. “I’ll explain more of that later. Tell me what you see.” It grated at him, to know that there was knowledge kept from him, but his silence was born of contemplation, not petulance. “When I’m awake, you mean,” he said finally. It wasn’t a question. Matthieu wouldn’t test his intellect. “I see Thavnair.”

“Then that is where we start. Recall it, any memory will do. Every sound, every smell, everything you see. The crystal will do the rest.”

A memory. 

The implications promised to haunt him, to prod at his ‘busy mind’ when this little exercise was over. Were it not for the weight on his shoulder, he might’ve let it wander a bit. The darkness, however, was beckoning. Blank as a canvas, as a freshly-bound book, there was potential in the nothing. The visual aspect was easy,  recalling the city where he’d endured so much pain, where he’d grown up thrice more than he’d ever in the Cradle, a place of so much colour. The streets that led down to the piers, the trade district lined with shops and stalls that would close up for the pass of riders on horseback. They rarely ever came down to the water, but occasionally one could see a merchant prince’s personal guard charge through when some struggle between powers occurred. 

It was harder with the sounds; nothing quite captured the chattering masses on the thoroughfare, the hawkers, or the sailors as they unloaded their cargo. But he focused on his own breath -slow as it was- and from it remembered the breeze off the ocean, the winds that sent laundry and newly-dyed textiles flapping on their poles. An imperfect fit, but he could convince himself in stages. The scratch and skitter of something decidedly out-of-place brought his recollection to a standstill. Matthieu’s hand on his shoulder tensed, digging into the muscle. He heard the scrape of the man’s axe against the floor. “Keep going, ignore it.”  He made of it shoes on paving stones and baskets being shifted on the ground,  the weight of their contents causing them to drag. 

The dank, stale air posed another problem. Radz-at-Han was, despite its proximity to water and its tendency toward humidity afforded from its elevation, ever a feast for the senses and that of scent was no exception. There was nothing alike to it here, beneath the ground, far from...

“Llew, focus.”

Like a rubberband, he stretched the thought, further and further: steam pouring out from alchemical workshops, stagnant water collecting in planter pots after the occasional rainstorm, foul-smelling ‘snake oil’ concoctions crooked conmen swore by. He remembered a bottle of water mixed with ground pepper, aniseed, and just the tiniest hint of spirits. Whatever they could get their hands on at the time. Sometimes Itarmas or Dala would add something else to the mix, some pinch of this or that stolen from the academies. The foolish were lured in more easily if their concoctions had tinges of colour. Blues were preferred, as reds only led to suspicion, too much association with the Lady and her temple. Greens could just as easily be tinctures of health as they could be spoiled and rotted material.

Llew could feel the glass in his hands as he painstakingly worked next to an alembic--

The band snapped, and his eyes flew open, just in time to see the sun’s glaring light chase away the last of the darkened tunnels of Gelmorra. Radz-at-Han sprawled outward from where he and Matthieu stood, feet planted on a lesser side-street he knew well; it ran past his home with Saff straight down to the piers. Something in his chest tightened before the world washed out, pale and sickly. Figures, I can’t have even a moment to be nostalgic. He smelled fire, saw smoke, shifted his gaze. The Lady’s Temple was burning, riders on horseback with torches and alchemical blight.

“What--” The Hyur’s grip was iron as he kept him rooted, stopped him from booking it immediately.  “What will you do?” His words were a thoughtful hum, calm and nearly impassive. They rubbed him wrong, but he answered anyway, tongue feeling thick in his mouth as he scrambled for coherency. “I have to stop them.” “Why? It is just a pile of stones.” Llew whirled back on him, bristling from head-to-toe-to-tail--what? It stung him immediately to hear him so casual: sure, worship of the divine was strange among the Hannish, but the Lady’s temple had ever been a place of comfort if brief. Everyone he knew, from the most vaunted and gilt prince to the lowliest of the impoverished was allowed in Her house. The entertainers and dancers, the hosts, the sailors from distant lands, the alchemists and-- Liham, Saff, even he himself, were all welcome there. 

His lips pulled back, a snarl he barely recognized ripping out of him. “It is more than that. It’s everything to some-- there could be pujari inside!”  Matthieu loosened his grip, “A place can be a symbol of hope, but it is the people that make it so.” With that, he pressed a length of steel into Llew’s hand, larger than anything he’d ever attempted wielding in the past. Where did it come from? It was nearly as tall as he and heavy in a way that wasn’t right. But it was a weapon, and it would do.  Somehow, he was certain he had never run so fast in his life, boots slamming against the stone as he blundered gracelessly through abandoned stalls and carts still laden with goods. The people, he reasoned in some corner of his mind, must have taken shelter. He couldn’t blame them-- none among the common had the means to raise a hand against a prince’s army. So why then not another? Surely at least one of the more pious took issue with the flagrant destruction of Radz-at-Han’s most holy site.  Complicit? he wondered as he watched a rider turn toward him, draw a blade and raise it high. No. Cowards, waiting for someone else to do the work for them.

He was shoved bodily aside, out of the path of storming hooves, and brought his blade up. As it skittered and screeched across the rider’s his heart thundered in his ears.. A startled scream -not from rider but from mount- ripped through the air and Matthieu came away with a splatter of red across his axe. “That anger, use it.” Llew could hear him on his heels as he ran. “Few are the fuels that burn hotter than rage and pain.” It was only after that he realized his smile was absent, all teeth and no joy.

[davidwontstopwritingsongs]

Le Maitre Du Jeu Season 1 Episode 9 - Le Fils de Nicole

Translation by u/the-little-kicks on Reddit

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I come to you | Marc Labrèche often takes off very late

The fourth episode of the busted talk show I am coming to you by Marc Labrèche was the best so far. Posted at 7:12 The interview in Ogunquit with Josélito Michaud, the cameo of Mado Lamotte at the start of the show, the house orchestra which covers the theme song of the series The White Lotusthe picossage between the actress Sophie Nélisse and the humorist Matthieu Pepper or Lunou Zucchini who…

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2ps as dreams I’ve had

Allies

2p America/Allen Jones: Half of the teeth in my mouth fell out and the others I was pulling from my gums with my bare hands in a tree house, and when I asked my dad if I could go to the dentist, he said “You’re gonna have to wait three days so you better not talk till then”

2p Canada/Matthieu Williams: I was running through the slums in Brazil with my best friend because the police were chasing me for some reason and I ended up in a game show that tested how well we knew each other

2p England/Oliver Kirkland: I was in a circus tent with a ball pit, two t-rex’s, and the Beatles and I rode one of the t-Rex’s outside and into the sunset

2p France/Francois Bonnefoy: Donald Trump came to my school dressed in a Finn the human onesie, tried to hit on me, then when he failed, shot me with a pistol he was hiding in his onesie

2p Russia/Viktor Braginski: I was trapped in an Egyptian pyramid and solving a puzzle quest with an ancient book to help save my friend’s father

2p China/Zao Wang: I had sex with Frieza from Dragon Ball Z except he was pastel pink and green not gray and purple (and his dick was like 13 feet long holy shit)

Axis

2p Italy/Luciano Vargas: One side of my family tried to buy my love with $13,000 after not seeing me for many many years, so I got angry and burned all the money and started a Supermarket booth to help customers

2p Germany/Lutz Beilschmidt: There was a virus making people into zombies except they could run really fast and open door knobs, and the only way I could cure it is if I beat my friend in a game of bowling

2p Japan/Kuro Honda: A famous Japanese Voice actor was murdered in an abandoned flea market and I found his dead body decaying in one of the stalls, then a black shadowy figure tried to chase me so I ran away from it following abandoned train tracks.

2p Romano/Flavío Vargas: I was an aspiring model until my mother helped me realize how corrupt the industry is so I quit and became a traveling cowgirl

2p Prussia/Gilen Beilschmidt: The world had successfully hooked people completely into the internet by choice through these helmets, and I chose to be completely hooked into the internet and fell in love and soon became a network handyman

2p Austria/Roland Edelstein: The Love of my life was going on this all week cruise so I wanted to go too, but the only way you could get in was if you gave the people on the ship a whole package of Bell peppers (My math teacher told me this). I stole the bell peppers in the middle of the night from my parents and they caught me and asked what I was doing and I said “I’m rearranging the fridge”.

(I have freaky ass dreams and I remember every single one of them please help me guys)