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[pdubyah]

Herevana #185 - Garage Project - Shinrin-Yoku (2021)

Herevana #185 - Garage Project - Shinrin-Yoku (2021) A top shelf Wils/Sour beer, one that just got better as it warmed and I got sadder as I didn't;t have the patience to wait for it to get there. Music from Blue Oyster Cult from 1974 on Vinyl.

#185 – it’s a Garage Project – Garage Project Shinrin Yoku made in  Wellington, 🇳🇿 and it is a Sour / Wild Beer – Flavored ale of 6.6% ABV, this would be 2 standard drinks in NZ Another of the beers that have been put aside to share, but that I’ve finally given in and put in the fridge to enjoy, on what it a really nice day, amongst the best of the summer so far. I’ve been working in the garden…

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#Beer and Music #Beer and Vinyl #Beer Review #craft beer #Garage Project #Garage Project Shinrin Yoku #Garage Project Wild Workshop #Herevana #Shinrin Yoku #Wild/Sour Ale

[n3onstarss]

this is just a comfort one-shot because I'm gay and seeking comfort in fictional characters

Optimus Prime and Bumble Bee x Therian! reader headcannons and oneshot

Optimus

Tries his best to make you feel more comfortable, be that by helping you find food that fits your theriotype(s)'s diet(s) or by helping you practice quadrobics and giving tips, even helping you build nests/dens with blankets and pillows or rocks and branches depending on your needs

If your theriotype was fast or tall or could fly he lets you sit on the roof of his car form or carries you on his shoulders and goes as fast as he can to match your theriotype (s)

if your theriotype was a burrowing or climbing animal (or you just like small spaces) he'll let you hide on or near him during whatever he's doing. he especially likes when you are in the spot between his head and neck, it makes him feel good knowing you're right there and safe. hell also let you climb on him

He really likes to study your behaviors during mental shifts to see what you'll need for next time you have a shift

Bumblebee

He dislikes when you have phantom shifts and look for your limbs only to be disappointed when your limbs aren't there, so he'll sit you down and help you find things that replicate that feeling (for example, you'll both sit for hours looking for cat ears if your a cat therian or for fake tails and such! sometimes he likes to make you metal ones and, after a year or two of collecting parts and knowledge you both make a metal one that responds like a regular tail!)

Sometimes he panics when you have a mental shift moment (moment of being upset that is) or when you hiss/growl (if you do) and just kinda looks around before trying whatever he was doing again. if he gets the same response he stops

He really likes when you tell him fun facts about your theriotype(s)

Will take you on trips to local museums if your a paleotherian and/or on nature walks in general

LOVES to cuddle. this isn't even therian specific he just wants cuddles

he tries to bake you foods flavored after your theriotype diet.. and ends up making fish/meat/plant/bug flavored cupcakes. well, he tried and that's what counts

learns from that mistake and just makes you a fish sticks/sandwich/salad. you still love it either way

one shot:

Your partners (Optimus and Bumblebee) are comforting you during a /neg shift/breakdown over never being able to return to that body. also reader is transmasc bcs this is a comfort one-shot for myself when i have this situation myself. this is more focused on my (probably dire wolf or coyote) canine theriotype

You had already been having a bad week. work was overstimulating and stressful as-is and on top of that you hadn't been sleeping well, staying up for 35+ hours twice this week. You'd also been having trouble trying to figure out your theriotype exactly. you knew it was a wild canine, that was about it.

One night, a Saturday, your mind exploded or so it seemed. you had a headache. you ended up playing minecraft to distract yourself from the pounding pressure, but it only seemed to make it worse. the constant clicking of the buttons, constantly being lost and/or dying and the time it took for you to remove blocks seemed to nag at you. your lovers were both doing their own things out of the house, well if you could call it a house.

it was a old workshop-type garage that you three had bought and remodeled. the large space and tall roof made living with the two autobots much easier. it had two floors, the ground floor that was just cement, and the wrap-aroumd balcony of a second floor, which was just big enough for them to walk on. the second floor didnt cover all of the first, leaving a large 40x50 ft area where the boys could park or where you would project a movie onto the closed garage door and do movie nights. with a bit of supplies, tools and a LOT of YouTube DIYs you had managed to DIY your own couch and chairs and just about every type of furniture for the three of you. almost every, you never made a bed. you preferred your little den of blankets in the corner and they preferred their car forms, it just felt safer to them and to you. sometimes you would move your den to one of their back seats or they would join you in the den (there was a explicit rule of no cars in the den.)

it felt out of nowhere, and you didn't know what happened to trigger it, but you felt that longing for your past lives. to run and to hunt and climb and live as you please. you reminisced on that feeling of being utterly free. then that crash of euphoria hit. the phantom limbs you felt so strongly faded and we're gone, that feeling of being free plummeted and you realized you could never go back. hell, you couldn't go back to that life AND they stuck you in the wrong body with the wrong parts and gender. you really got the short end of the stick. your binder started to feel too tight as you began to hyperventilate and started to drown in your own mind, blanking out the world.

how long had it been since this had started? tears were still in a free fall down your face as you were drawn out of the only depths of your thoughts and back to the dim world you were stuck in, not the oh so vibrant one you remembered in your mental shifts. you tried to process what had drawn you out of your stupor and realized the sound of paper bags being moved around coming from the kitchen area, diagonally across the open space that your boys often parked, and from where you sat hunched over in your den. when had you left the couch? why had you left the couch in the first place?

Well, you really didn't know what was happening and right now you could care less. you leant against the wall and stared at the corner, looking comparable to a kid in time out but you couldn't care less right now. your tears finally began to slow, not because you were feeling better, but because you were dehydrating. if you were already out of steam then how long had it been? why did your mouth feel so dry? your nose was running and you simply wiped it on your sleeve, sniffing after to make sure it would take a while before you had to again.

Across the room, a certain someone noticed that you weren't in any of your usual places. usually you met Bee at the door, usually you were playing video games on the couch, usually you were outside playing with this weeks stray dog (which you then had to go drop off at the shelter when the boys came home, but not without a picture first! your fridge was plastered in those photos) you were doing none of those. eyes scanned the room, panicking slightly at your apparent absence, before landing on you. He could see your shoulders shaking, even from across the house, and he didn't know what to do. he panicked, and you could hear his radio skipping around but couldn't bring yourself to question why.

Hurriedly, Bumblebee shot a message to Optimus with a picture attached of you in your den corner asking what to do. Optimus quickly responded telling Bee that he would be right there in just a minute and to try to bring you back to reality. (Optimus knew that this had been building up this week, the reminiscing, and knew you would need a return to reality. you always did.) Bee, having received his message, decided his best option was to just be near you and try his best.

You could hear heavy metal footsteps walk over to the couch and the sounds of a remote being clicked around before the TV was shut off. You didn't move a muscle as, just a moment later, a weighted blanket was dropped over your shoulders and a metal form sat down near you, but not right next to you. you glanced over at the yellow autobot, brain finally registering and processing what was going on due to the weight of the blanket and nearness of your partner bringing you back to earth. You adored that he kept a bit of distance and didn't sit right next to you. Bee, not saying anything or moving, just sat and stared blankly across the room. You were a blur of color as you were suddenly clinging to him like a koala, blanket bunched down behind you and across Bee's lap instead of over your shoulders from where you'd reached up to hug him.

a few tears began to flow freely again as you let it all out, still dehydrating. Telling Bee what happened in a frantic voice as you squeezed him tight. He was sure that if he was human he wouldn't have been able to breathe, but he was lucky he wasn't. he gently pulled up your blanket again and rested his hands on your back, adding even more gentle and comforting weight on top of your barely shaking form.

Optimus pulled into the open area a little bit later, maybe 14 minutes or less, and immediately began the sequence of transformation to, well.. transform. He saw that Bumblebee had you in his arms and you were explaining hurriedly what happened. He opted to grab you you a water bottle and a cookie, you looked dehydrated and he knew sugar cookies were your favorite. Optimus gave Bumblebee a quizzical look, as if asking if he was okay to come over, and Bee responded with a small nod.

Optimus's footsteps gave away his approach. He was determined to let you know about his approach so he didn't startle you so he took heavier steps then usual. He sat down in the corner you were just in, next to you and Bee. Gently, he reached out and handed you your water bottle and cookie. Bee gave you a little nudge with his arms to let you know you both were moving and moved to sit between Optimus's open legs, back to the bot. You all became a cuddle train, as Bee called it, as you finished your frantic explanation, chugging your water bottle quickly before nibbling on your cookie as Optimus shushed you gently and began whispering little comforting phrases, letting you know "it'll be okay" and "Bee and I are right here, we're not going anywhere unless you want us to." while Bee beeped after each assurance with either his own sequence of assurances or agreements with what Optimus was saying.

Eventually the three of you fell asleep in the nest, dozing off to the quiet, calm songs Bee was playing for you three. You were happy to be living this life instead of your last ones because you had your boys with you, and that was all that mattered.

The end!

[earth-93]

BRIGADE FILES: ANT-MAN (Part 1)

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Main Alias/Moniker: Ant-Man

Legal Name: Henry Jonathan Pym, Jr

Other Aliases: Hank, Hanku, Junior, Bug-Man, Party-Killer

Date of Birth: September 5th, 1976 (Age: 27)

Status: Alive

Species: Human

Sex: Male

Gender: Cisgender

Height/Weight: 6' 0" (1.83 m) / 185 lbs (83.91 kg)

Hair/Eye Color: Blond / Blue

Timeline (1976 - 1987): It's wild to think now, what with how so many of us these days are carrying around a piece of tech with his name on it, but when he was first born Hank Pym was living closer to the rest of us. Hank Pym Jr, I should say, though these days I don't know if the distinction is needed anymore. Hank was still in training pants when his folks were first running PymTech out of their garage. That might be why Pym is less of a chav in my book than Stark. Building and programming in their garage. Reminds me of my mom, but she was just trying to make a living. The Pyms had far loftier ambitions, and living snack dab in the Valley they had the means to seize it.

Before Hank had even finished grade school, his family were millionaires, and PymTech had become the hot new thing on the commercial tech market. Those good vibes in the Pym workplace didn't trickle down into the Pym household, though. By all accounts, was the kind of father who would give a sneer and a shrug to anything short of an A+ grade. Hank's mom Maria was the emotional crutch of the whole family, who Hank himself was really fond of. So when he was bluntly informed by his old man that Maria had died in a plane crash when Hank was eleven, he went numb to it all, even when his sister Hope got into a shouting match with Hank Sr. The siblings spent the rest of their childhoods in separate boarding schools, where Hank kept his head down and largely kept to the books or his ant-keeping hobby.

Timeline (1987 - 2002): For Hank, one of those "boarding schools" was the Tomorrow Academy in New York. The three people of note Hank would meet up with during this stretch would be Elihas Starr, Tony Stark and the future big guy himself, Bruce. All four of them had the mutual baggage of growing up with bad dads and quirky hobbies, but Starr wasn't so much a part of the group as he was a tag-along with Hank. They all went in different directions once the Academy was shut down in '91, but Hank and Bruce would keep in touch.

Hank spent the 90's on the academic grind, and in-between racking up a slew of consultancy gigs. He did his best to keep an arm's length from PymTech, eager to carve a name for himself. This caused some beef between Hank and his sis. While Hank kept away from their old man's business like the plague, Hope firmly planted her roots there. All the while, the siblings kept working long-distance to find ways to apply Pym Particles in the new millennium. Hank would only help his sis so far. He knew his way around Pym Particles, sure. But if PymTech blipped into the air the next day, he likely wouldn't have lost a wink of sleep.

So when Starr, who had spent the last decade more on the business end of the tech world, had been climbing the corporate ladder back at PymTech, Hank didn't use his minimal influence as a shareholder to ward Starr off from booting his dad out of the head chairman's seat. As far as Hank saw it, his old man was the big roadblock to what Hope wanted to do with Pym Particles, and he assumed the best of intentions in Starr. Just one of many regrets saddled onto Hank Pym. Before things really hit the fan, he finally set up shop in PymTech, through an offer made by Starr. Hank took up a spot in the company's AI division, all while Hank kept workshopping his own AI projects in the basement of his family's estate.

Timeline (2002 - 2003): After the "lab accident" that kvaporized Vernon Van Dyne and put his daughter (And Hank's beau) in a coma, Hank could no longer deny his old buddy Starr was trouble. He kept up appearances within the company, all while Hope and her group made a plan to ouste Starr and foil his plans for PymTech to get into the arms racket. In the end, they only succeeded in one of those things, thanks it part to Jan's now-infamous 50-Foot Woman incident. But Starr was gone and Jan had sprung back to life, so as far as Hank was concerned it was a win.

Hank was the only one among the group to support Janet's aspirations to get into the superhero game, calling it "unconventional therapy." He even volunteered to go out on patrols with her, and was the one to come up with the whole bug schtick for the two of them in the first place. It was out of the box behavior, something I'm sure Hank himself would admit to. The few times Hank has been pressed on it, he's cited what Dr. Richards and his whole crew had been doing over in New York around the same time. Me, I think that drive to carve something out for himself was what pushed him into something so out-there as dressing up in a red suit and a shiny helmet. The influence of Jan, who was probably the best thing he had going for him at the time, didn't hurt either.

After about six months of "Ant-Man & The Wasp" becoming a big west coast sensation, Bruce was apprehended and detained by SHIELD. That following summer, a plan was brewing to surgically resolve Bruce's condition, and Hank volunteered to help his old Academy alum, and Jan tagged along as well. Being seasoned heroes by them, Hank and Jan held their own once all hell broke loose later that day, and they both were on the ground with Fury while Thor was duking it out with Graviton above them. They got it out of Fury the connections SHIELD had with Graviton, which really got under Hank's skin. So when the smoke cleared and Fury made his offer, Hank shot it down and sided with Stark, even though Hank barely trusted Stark much better than Fury. Enemy of my enemy, I guess.

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#fanfic #comics #earth93 #marvel #comic books #the avengers #ant man #hank pym #janet van dyne #ant man and the wasp #wasp #egghead #marvel ultron

[seat-safety-switch]

A good workshop is hard to beat. Everything in its place, just enough spare parts, and great lighting above all else. You can get a lot of things done in a place like that, which is the whole problem. Even the most well-stocked garage is still going to have to wait for parts, and why not open up another project in the meantime? It’s a more effective use of your time than just sitting on your hands.

Before long, the once-clean, minimalist ideal of the garage has become a place where the floor is a kind of shelf. Dozens of projects, abandoned mid-stride when something shinier came along, litter every horizontal surface available. In order to keep a nice-looking garage, I am convinced, it is necessary to occasionally say “no” to a project, and clean up instead.

Or: you could win the lottery, and buy a “show garage” that is kept immaculately clean. Like the pictures in the magazine, it has a bunch of shiny workbenches, gleaming toolchests, and even the occasional barstool that takes up floorspace that could otherwise be used for shattered transmissions, bins of gently used bolts, or rusty subframes. In this way, actual work can be done in your actual garage, and then you can invite the neighbours and the folks covering your extremist political campaigns to the nice one so that they can get the whiff of “person who does things” without also smelling the sweet tang of burned 75w90 gear oil.

Personally, I reject this false duality. My workshop is the yard, both back and front. If I need a new workbench, then I just pop the trunk on one of the other decrepit cars. If I run out of room to park decrepit car-workbenches, street parking is free. Eventually, the property line between mine and my neighbours’ places also start to blur (squatter’s law) and my “garage” slowly spreads across the city. Sure, it’s a little inconvenient in the middle of the winter: hard to swap brake calipers when the wind is whipping ice crystals into your face, but at least I don’t ever have to clean the floor. That’s what the rain and occasional wild dog is for.

[monstersandmaw]

*wheezes and passes out*

I just had to share this here... My workshop corner in the garage was a complete mess after too many projects and not enough sorting. I spent 3hrs reorganising everything, including the contents of the tool boxes and the shitty, precariously-balanced and cobbled together shelving...

Next project will also be a Breath of the Wild one. If you follow me on Instagram you’ll know what I’ve been up to...

#workshop #tabletop terrain #hobby terrain #makers on tumblr #personal post #non monster post #ghosti makes stuff #ghosti’s workshop

[whoneedsapublisher]

Sisterly Bonding

Just some AU Bumbleby that I’ve had waiting around in my drafts for a while.

Words: ~3500

Summary: Yang has been busy recently, but she finally has a chance to spend some time with her sister again.

Also on Ao3

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“Well, here’s to another hard day of work,” Yang said, throwing Ruby a can of coke. Ruby caught it with a little fumbling and cracked it open as Yang popped the cap off her beer with the edge of a nearby workbench.

“So, how have you been?” Yang asked, taking a seat next to Ruby and throwing an arm around her. “We haven’t gotten to talk too much lately.”

It had been a busy period. For whatever reason, Yang had been swamped with jobs the last few weeks, to the point where she was working seventy or more hours a week. She’d even had to turn away jobs for the first time since she’d opened the garage. Maybe she was getting popular.

Or maybe someone was running around smashing up so many cars that every mechanic in the city was busy. It wasn’t like she’d had a chance to check.

“So little sister,” Yang said. “How’s life been treating you?”

“Yang,” Ruby said, her voice grim. “Something terrible happened. I think I actually got tired of working at one point during this month.”

Yang laughed.

“I’m serious, Yang!” Ruby said. “I usually love working on guns! But I just had so much to do lately that when someone brought in a stupid cheap little pistol that just needed a boring old spring replacement I caught myself thinking that I’d rather be at home!”

“That’s normal, Ruby,” Yang said, tousling her hair. “And I bet dad told you the same thing, right?”

“Maybe,” Ruby said, pouting a little. “But it’s never happened to me before! What if it’s a sign, Yang? What if I stop liking my job?”

“I don’t think there’s much chance of that,” Yang said. “You probably enjoyed the project right after that one, right?”

“Well, yeah,” Ruby said. “But that’s different! Someone brought in a real grenade launcher, Yang! I’ve only ever read about those! Of course that was exciting!”

Yang shook her head. “You guys get some pretty wild customers, huh? How’d they even get a permit for something like that?”

“I dunno,” Ruby said, shrugging and kicking her feet idly. She was still wearing those giant black and red boots she’d gotten years ago. If you looked carefully, you could see the oil and metal shavings that had been ground into them over years of use on a workshop floor. “Dad said the paperwork was all fine, though.”

“Well, I guess you can trust him on that,” Yang said. “Sounds like we’ve both been pretty busy, though.”

“Yeah,” Ruby said. “I’ve been working a ton since I’m on summer holidays. Dad says he’s not sure how’s he gonna manage without me once school starts again.”

“Tell him to hire someone else,” Yang said, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her beer. Now that was something she’d missed with all the drawn out shifts that ended with her barely managing to eat dinner before she flopped into bed. There was nothing like a cold beer after a long day.

“If I do that, he’ll just say “Yang told you to say that, right kiddo? Tell her I’m not that old yet.”, and mess up my hair again,” Ruby said, doing a fairly passable impression of their father. “Besides, you haven’t hired anyone, right?”

“I couldn’t afford to before, but I’ll probably have to if things keep up like this,” Yang said with a sigh. “This it the first time in weeks I’ve closed up before ten. I’m totally swamped.”

“Guess that’s why we haven’t really seen each other in a while, huh?” Ruby said, looking down into her drink.

“Aw, Rubes,” Yang said, pulling Ruby closer. “You know I make time for you whenever I can. Just haven’t been able to make time for anything recently.”

“What about Blake?”

Yang sucked in a breath between her teeth.

Blake.

Now that was a subject she didn’t really want to be talking about with her little sister right now…

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It had all started fine. Yang went out to a bar on a Friday after work. She chatted with the bartender, greeted a few friends, did a little dancing. At some point during the night, a girl with jet black hair and sharp canines showed up, a twinkle in her eye and a tilt to her head. Somehow or another, she managed to be in a conversation Yang was having. Yang wasn’t really sure how that had worked, but she was a little tipsy by that point, so it wouldn’t have been too hard to slip in to her one of her chats.

The two of them hit it off quickly, but not that quickly. Not quickie quickly, to be specific. The two of them went home with a new number in their phone and a name to go with it, but they went home alone.

As it happened, they didn’t even need to use the number they’d gotten. Saturday night, both of them chose the same bar to get the hair of the dog, and this time Yang made conversation with Blake directly.

Blake was pretty different to Yang, in a lot of ways. Yang was fairly tall and pretty muscular; Blake was shorter than her even with heels and was decidedly slender. Yang was a mechanic, and Blake was a history professor. Yang had been born in Patch, while Blake was originally from Menagerie.

Maybe there was truth to the idea of opposites attracting, though, because Yang couldn’t get enough of her conversations with Blake, and it seemed like it went both ways. When she asked Blake if she’d want to chat a little more over coffee sometime, Blake was happy to agree.

So they chatted over coffee once or twice, met for lunch a couple more times, and at some point their casual contact started to get distinctly romantic and both of them made it quite clear that they were into women in general and each other in specific.

Normally, that was not the point in a relationship where you’d start introducing the girl to your family. They’d been on maybe five dates total if you were willing to hold any arranged meetup to that standard, and only in the last one or two had it become completely clear that there was interest in them being more than friends. But when they were out to lunch once, Yang had gotten a call, and when she’d gone to hang it up, she saw it was from Taiyang, who was not in the habit of making idle calls.

“Sorry,” Yang said, flashing Blake an apologetic smile. “I gotta take this.”

Stepping outside, she picked up the phone. “What is it, dad?” she asked. “I’m kinda busy here.”

“Shit. How busy?” Taiyang sounded worried, which put Yang on alert.

“I can get away if I really need to, I guess,” Yang said, frowning. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m stuck outside town,” Taiyang said. “Guess I should have taken your advice about getting my engine looked at, cause it gave out on me while I was out picking up some parts.”

“Dad, I told you I heard something rattling around in there,” Yang said. “Are you okay? Did you get off the road alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Taiyang said. “I called for a pickup, but it’s gonna be an age and a half before everything gets worked out, and I promised to pick Ruby up from her book club thing. Could you go grab her? I don’t want to leave her sitting out there for hours.”

“Alright, alright,” Yang said, letting out a sigh of defeat. So much for her date. “But next time I tell you to get your pickup checked out, do it, alright?”

“I will,” Taiyang said. “Sorry for botherin’ you with this, sunny.”

“Yeah, well, you can owe me one,” Yang said. “See you later.”

“Seeya sweetheart.”

Hanging up the call, Yang headed back into the restaurant.

“Everything okay?” Blake asked.

“Well, no one’s hurt, but my dad’s stuck outside of town,” Yang said, picking up her jacket and fishing out her wallet. “Sorry, but I gotta go and pick up my little sister.”

“That’s okay,” Blake said, waving for Yang to put away her wallet as she fished out a twenty and left it on the table. “Guess I’ll just head back to the school and get an early start on grading.”

She made a face at the thought, and Yang laughed.

“You look like you’re looking forward to it,” she teased.

“Oh, definitely,” Blake said, drily. “There’s nothing I love more than reading a paper written by someone who clearly didn’t do the reading and hopes I won’t notice.”

Yang chuckled nervously, and Blake narrowed her eyes as she slipped on her coat.

“Apologize to all the professors you did that to,” she said, and Yang laughed again.

“Actually, you walked here, right?” Yang said, as they headed outside of the restaurant. “Do you want a ride? Ruby’s book club meets at the university in the summer cause they won’t let ‘em on the highschool campus during break.”

“I’ll take you up on that, thanks,” Blake said. “Do I get I to meet your sister, then?”

“Sure,” Yang said, opening the door of her car and slipping into the driver’s seat, then popping open the passenger side door for Blake. “You’ll love her. She’s a nerd, just like you.”

Blake rolled her eyes as Yang grinned.

“You said she was working with your father during the summer holidays, right?” Blake asked as she fastened her seatbelt.

“Yeah, she’s always loved tinkering with guns,” Yang said, shifting gears and pulling out of the parking lot. No matter how much people talked up automatics, she was always going to be a stick shift girl. Taking apart cars for a living had a tendency to give you strong preferences about them, and Yang was definitely no exception. “I’m pretty sure she’d do it even if she wasn’t being paid.”

“What about you?” Blake asked.

“Would I work on cars even if it wasn’t a job?” Yang asked. After a moment of thought, she shrugged. “I’d probably tinker a bit, I guess. But Ruby would do it full time just for fun. She really gets into designing weird custom jobs too. Fantasy stuff, mostly. She has this frankenstein project she’s been working on for years, it’s some kind of sniper rifle with a giant bayonet that folds up into a rectangle when it’s not in use. Like flat packing furniture. She got her hands on some old hunting rifle years back and has been swapping out parts as much the law will let her ever since.”

“Sounds… a little distressing.”

Yang grinned, not turning away from the road. “Don’t worry, she’s not planning to do anything nefarious with it. I think she just wants to see if she can get it to balance properly. So what about you, Blake? Would you still show up at work if you won the lottery?”

“God no,” Blake said. “But I admit, I wouldn’t completely retire.”

“Oh yeah?” Yang said, raising an eyebrow.

“I think history is a really important subject that not enough people appreciate,” Blake said. “Knowing what led us to where we are and the context for people’s lives is worth preserving and passing on.”

That was one of the things Yang liked about Blake. She seemed pretty aloof a lot of the time, all snarky comments and wry smiles, but underneath that she had some genuine passion on certain subjects. When she talked about those, there was a fire in her eyes that Yang couldn’t help but be captivated by.

“But,” Blake admitted. “I’d probably hire someone to grade papers and write tests for me. And maybe schedule my lectures a little later in the day…”

“Not a morning person, huh?” Yang teased. 

“Let’s just say I drink a lot of coffee…” Blake said.

The drive to the university wasn’t long, and soon enough, Ruby came into view, her nose in a book as she leaned up against the wall by the university gates.

“Hey, kiddo,” Yang said, pulling up to her and rolling down the window. “I hear you need a ride.”

“Hi Yang,” Ruby said, looking up from her book and then recoiling a little in surprise. “Oh. Um, hi.”

“Hi,” Blake said. “You’re Ruby, right? My name’s Blake. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Blake’s, uh,” Yang hesitated for a moment, glancing over at Blake. Shit. They hadn’t really discussed labels.

“I’m someone she goes on dates with,” Blake said, giving Yang an amused look as she undid her seatbelt. “Thanks for the ride, Yang. I’ll give you a call later and we can work out another time to meet up, okay?”

“Alright,” Yang said. “Maybe we can come up with a catchier term than “person I go on dates with”, too.”

Blake flashed Yang a smile. “Maybe we can. Bye, Yang. It was nice to meet you, Ruby.”

And with that, she left, striding into the university confidently as she pulled her ID card lanyard out of her handbag and slipped it on.

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On the ride home, of course, Ruby had bombarded Yang with questions about Blake. She’d always been curious about the people Yang dated, and she seemed to take a particular liking to Blake. Apparently she’d seen her around the university once or twice, too.

And so, even if Yang and Blake hadn’t said it, Ruby had decided that Blake was Yang’s new girlfriend. It wasn’t something Yang hated, but… well, as it happened, they’d decided to discuss labels over coffee, and that was when Yang had gotten busy, and had to postpone that date. And… still hadn’t found a time to reschedule it to yet.

“Uh,” Yang said, not meeting Ruby’s eye. “Well… like I said, I’ve been pretty busy…”

Ruby gasped. “You haven’t seen Blake since this all started?!” she asked, horrified.

“When would I have had the chance to?” Yang asked, sighing. “I’ve barely even made time to sleep, let alone go on dates.”

“But she’s your girlfriend,” Ruby said.

“She’s not really my girlfriend, exactly…” Yang said. “I mean like, we were just hanging out. Neither of us really agreed on it being anything exclusive…”

“That’s even worse!” Ruby said, leaping to her feet. “Yang, while you’re sitting here, someone could be stealing her away right now!”

Yang chuckled. “Stealing her away?” she asked. “Ruby, come on. I’ve been swamped. I’ve barely even talked to her in weeks. If she’s dating someone else by now it would hardly be them stealing her away.”

Ruby frowned. “But you really like her, right?” she said. “Wouldn’t you be sad if she was dating someone else?”

“I mean, sure,” Yang said, shifting a little uncomfortably. “But c’mon, it’s not fair to Blake to expect her to just put her love life on hold for me when we weren’t even really going out yet…”

“So call her!” Ruby said.

“What, now?” Yang asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s not that late,” Ruby said. “You could totally call her now.”

“Come on, this was supposed to be time for us to hang out,” Yang said.

“You shouldn’t leave a girl waiting just to play around with your little sister,” Ruby said, crossing her arms.

Yang sighed. “Fine, fine,” she said, pulling out her phone and calling Blake’s number.

“It’s ringing,” she said, as Ruby watched on eagerly.

“Hello?” Blake sounded a little surprised.

“Hey,” Yang said. “How have you been?”

“I’ve… been alright…” Blake said, slightly cautiously. “What about you? You said you were busy, and then I’ve barely heard from you since.”

“Uh, yeah,” Yang said, sighing. “Sorry about that. I really have been swamped the last few weeks. I guess everyone in the city decided to mess up their car at once or something. Maybe there was some kind of underground demolition derby that no one invited me to.”

Blake chuckled. “Well, I guess it would take a while to fix a car that was that badly broken,” she said. “I’ll make sure to give you a heads up if I hear anything about a sequel event.”

“Thanks,” Yang said.

There was a short, awkward silence.

“Yang!” hissed Ruby. “Come on! Ask her out or something!”

Blake snorted. “Is that the soft whisper of your own personal Cyrano I hear, Yang?”

“Uh, yeah,” Yang said, glaring at Ruby. “That would be Ruby, who is bad at whispering and doesn’t know how good your hearing is.”

Ruby mouthed an “oops” and grinned sheepishly.

“So, what’s the story behind that, Yang? Playing truth or dare?”

There was an edge to Blake’s voice. A suspicious tone underneath her playful banter.

“No!” Yang said hastily. Probably too hastily not to sound suspicious. “It’s not anything like that. I just finally got finished with work at a reasonable hour today, so I was hanging out with Ruby, since I haven’t seen her since everything got crazy. And well, your name came up…”

“And you decided you couldn’t wait one minute longer to talk to me?” Blake asked. This time the sarcastic edge to her voice wasn’t hidden at all. Yang winced.

“Uh, well, Ruby got it in her head that you were being stolen away, and that I should call you up before that happened…” she said. “Look, hang on a second, okay?”

Yang covered the microphone of her phone. “Alright, Rubes. Enough eavesdropping. You got what you wanted, I’m calling her. Now leave me to talk to her without an audience, please.”

“Awww, Yang!” Ruby whined.

“Out!” Yang said, shooing her away with a hand. “We can talk after, okay?”

“Alriiiiight,” Ruby grumbled, picking up her soda and wandering off towards the reception area. Once Yang heard the door close behind her, she went back to her call.

“Alright, Ruby’s gone,” she said, with a sigh. “So I can be real with you without my sister overreacting to it.”

“I’m not sure if I like the sound of that,” Blake said.

“All I’m saying is, if you’re dating someone else, I understand,” Yang said flatly. “We were only kind of going out for like a couple weeks, and then I ghosted you for most of a month, and I’m sorry for that, but I’m not gonna be mad at you if you moved on or anything.”

“Ahhh, and now it becomes clear why you sent the innocent little girl out of the room,” Blake said. “She’s the “this time she’s gonna be the one” type, huh?”

“Ugh, you don’t know the half of it,” Yang said. “I swear, half the time when I break up with someone Ruby’s more upset about it than I am.”

“So is that what this is?” Blake asked. “Are we breaking up?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Yang said. “I just don’t want this to be some awkward thing where an old flame shows up again and acts like “oh, of course you’ll take me back, we’re in love” and doesn’t even consider the idea that maybe you haven’t been waiting around for them.”

“I see. So, hypothetically, if I got tired of waiting for you to call and found someone else, this is where I’d tell you?” Blake said. “And you’d say “no hard feelings”, and we’d promise to stay friends but probably not talk again for a while?”

“Uh, yeah, something like that,” Yang said.

“Okay then,” Blake said. “What if, hypothetically, I happened not to have stumbled into the love affair of the century since our last date? Then what happens?”

“Then…” Yang said. “I think I ask if you wanna get dinner on Saturday, and let me treat you with all this extra money I’ve been earning lately.”

“Well,” Blake said. “Hypothetically, I might be interested. Maybe you should try it out.”

Yang grinned.

“Hey Blake,” she said. “Wanna get dinner Saturday? My treat.”

“Nope,” Blake said. “I have plans. My mother is in town over the weekend.”

Yang laughed. “You totally set me up, you asshole,” she said.

“I might have,” Blake said. “Hypothetically, I might still be a little mad at you.”

“Well, I guess that’s fair,” Yang said. “So, hypothetically, if there was still an overworked mechanic feeling a little guilty about not calling you… would you be able to free up your calender on Friday instead?”

“Hypothetically,” Blake said. “I might not have anything planned that day.”

“Hey Blake,” Yang said. “Wanna go out for dinner Friday? I know a nice little Italian place, and I’m paying.”

“That sounds good,” Blake said. “I’ll send you my address, and you can pick me up at eight.”

“Alright then. I’ll see you at eight on Friday.”

“Wear something nice, Yang.”

“I’ll come in my finest.”

Blake hung up, and Yang couldn’t help but grin.

She still had a lot of work this week. But she could finish in time on Friday.

Guess Ruby helped her out this time.

“Okay, Ruby!” she called out. “You can come back in!”

Ruby burst through the door like she’d been clinging to the other side just waiting for the signal, which she probably had. Doubtless she’d ask a million question about what had happened, and get all excited about it. But that was alright.

After all, it was all part of sisterly bonding, right?

#rwby #bumbleby

[subakuryu]

In honor of the canonical birthday for Yark's main villain for Team Prototype - Ezskar (Dec 24), I had drawn the traditional sketch yesterday of my character Nido being briefed on a future project of Ezskar's. And I also felt compelled to write a lil something to accompany the picture, which turned out to go way, WAY further than I had intended. So enjoy this currently untitled brainspew.

Oh... And the digital sketch came way before the pencil sketch that was originally an attempt to work on a grumpy expression... which then became a full body sketch that required full made up context for the annoyed expression. And now it's sorta woven into this crack story that I finished some minutes ago before the 24th ends.

Again... Enjoy the madness below!

____(Start)_____

*Phew-!*

A needlix exhales in relief as he pulls himself up off the floor from beneath a block of pipes, gears and wires galore. Now on his feet, his arms sit akimbo as he assesses his handiwork - a cantankerous engine had landed itself in his corner of the station two days ago, and rightly so with the mileage on Techkanis-9 it had tallied up for well over a decade. Satisfied, he steps up on the front bumper and grabs the hood to lock it down in place.

"Well... I think that's about as much as ya need from me this mornin, eh clunker?" he grins, punctuating with a couple knocks on the hood. "S'bout time you retired, but your owners... Well they're bout as stubborn as I am" he chuckles.

Taking a moment to straighten a slouch and undoing stiffness in his neck with a crunch that'd make a chiropractor blush, he stares up at the clock above his workbench. 11:17.

"Ah... Good timin'" he mused aloud.

Lunchtime! Scanning his workspace, he stoops down to pick up the rest of his tools and proceeds to wipe them down with a towel and put them in their place one by one. He was buffing a wrench when a familiar rhythm came through the garage door.

*Tok Tok t-Tok tok*

His eyebrows sunk, while his pupils came up to meet them in a bonafide scowl. If the wall he was staring at had wallpaper, it'd peel.

"Ah... Good timin'" he repeats coated with equal parts annoyance and resignation.

A nostril whistles as he takes a deep breath and a louder knock returns to fill in that gap of silence.

"Yeah I'll be right there. Gimme a moment," he announces plainly exercising restraint on his grumpiness as he tosses a dirtied rag onto the bench and makes his way to the garage door panel.

A magnetic key hangs attached to the controls as he thumbs the button to raise the sliding door and up it rises with a hum.

Slowly the brighter light of the hall begins to flood in from beneath the metal curtain, and a shadow starts to print onto the workshop floor. Just as the door clears 3 feet, a bulbous, spiky silhouette streaks in from underneath and launches at the needlix - maw open and *hungry*!

"Wha-!" the needlix barely gets out through clenched teeth before his arms reach out to grapple the chitinous assailant as his weight rocked back onto his tail - his legs losing purchase of the floor. His left shoulder and head checked against the wall, his spiny headset dislodged askew.

Eyes wide in shock at all that had transpired in a blink of an eye, the needlix's mind sprinted to catch up with the situation after a few ragged breaths. Familiar gurgling noises arose from the form wriggling in his stranglehold.

"...h-hey, Chompski..." he manages to sputter as he frees one arm to realign his headset.

"rrrRrRRRrRghh~"

"Yeah? Can y'not though?" he pleads with nervous laughter while patting the overgrown mutant clam.

The semi-sentient appendage seems to click apologetically as it begins to withdraw in a rising motion allowing the needlix's boots to reunite with the floor.

With Chompski clearing his line of sight, it unveils a grinning silhouette half-ducked underneath the partially open entry, the emerald green glow of a synthetic swirl-eyed lense making for an easy focal point of attention. Unnervingly so.

"Ezskar," the needlix flatly addressed the imp of an employer.

"As expected of a pro muck warfare player! Impeccable reflexes, Nido!" the shadow sung through his smile as he gave a polite golf clap. "I'd apologize about the 'forced entry' but IT decided to wake up as I got close. I'd blame the fact that it positively reeks of productivity in here. And by productivity, I mean stale coffee" he snickers, gesturing with a hand as if he was whiffing a fine fragrance.

"RrrRrwryyyeargh!" vocalized Chompski as it wriggled in seeming agreement, before all of a sudden it froze in place - its eyeless gaze staring at Nido's right side.

Both Ezskar and Nido pause in anxious silence and in unison traced the line to Nido's right hand, still clutching a newly buffed wrench despite the short altercation.

Marveling at that detail, Nido absentmindedly brings the wrench in front of him to stare at it in disbelief, which Chompski follows with uncanny, locked-on precision. Nido now noticing this, starts slowly waving the wrench around. Still entranced.

Nido blinks, and looks to Ezskar who returns the gaze with a furrowed brow. Nido's tail tip begins to sway, a wicked grin steadily twists onto his cheeks showing rows of sharp crooked teeth, as his eyebrows near float up to the ceiling with diabolical delight.

"N-Ni... Don't you dare," Ezskar's composure flounders. "If you like your pay, you better stay as smart as you usually are" he threatens all the while tugging on his prodigal tether to wrestle it back under his control.

Nido takes another deep breath through what was probably the smuggest his face ever contorted in his lifetime as the metaphorical devil horns receded back into his skull.

"Hahhhh... I guess I do like my pay," he smirks as he tucks his right hand behind his back. "Well? What can I do for ya, Ezskar?"

Ezskar let's go of his tail as he straightens his attire and sweeps back his hair. "Ehem... The new project. The one I left a voicemail about this morning?"

"This morning?" Nido scratches his head as he gazes up at the ceiling for his memories. He ruminates for a moment before realizing he could just check his cell logs. Pulling the unit from his vest, he finds a call from Ezskar... At 3:49AM.

"...Ah. This morning," Nido mutters as he vaguely remembers being interrupted during his morning ritual of downing multiple pots of coffee to function for the rest of the day.

"I missed it. Sorry bout that."

"I'll let it slide,"  Ezskar dismisses with a wave of his arm producing a tablet in hand which he begins fanning himself with. He strolls up to the inner garage door control panel and restarts opening the door.

"I'm here with a lot more details about it all since I left the message anyway..."

Ezskar turns on the makeshift fan, and takes a moment to peruse the screen, before tossing it at Nido.

"Alleyoop!"

Nido catches it with his left hand and begins taking a look.

Ezskar chuckles as he starts heading out the now gaping garage entrance. "There's a lot to discuss, so let's walk n talk to the mess hall, hmm? It is lunchtime afterall."

Nido doesn't answer but absentmindedly follows Ezskar out. Pulling his inner garage panel key out with his teeth and deftly dropping it into an open vest pocket, he lumbers out into the hall hunched over the plans, his eyes already taking in and considering the logistics of a new large scale multi-layered containment field with lots of bells and whistles. His body on autopilot, he fumbles with his wrench toting right hand to get the garage door closed while he's already planning on how to approach and lead this new project.

"And you want this done... In a month? I may 'reek of productivity,' Ezskar, but I think you've whiffed those fumes too deeply," Nido states with skepticism plastered on his grizzly mug - his lower jaw waggling as if he was discreetly cleaning his teeth.

"I'm willing to haggle, Nido. I got big plans. BIIIG plans! And you're going to help me. That I can assure you..." Ezskar smirked tossing quick glance back before facing forward again. "And...! I'll be sure to pay you very, very well!" Ezskar rubs his fingers together signing the many dollar signs of to be expected.

Nido's chin waggles again for a few moments before he speaks again.

"So you're gonna pay me very well for this new containment project, huh? How much are we talkin?" he says in a very probing manner.

"Hmmmm... I think maybe even triple your current pay? ...yes, triple. If you do as good a job I expect you to do," Ezskar muses aloud.

Nido snorts a bit. "Triple my pay you say?" he inquires louder.

At this point, the two are just now reaching the entrance to the mess hall as Ezskar turns around to address Nido.

"Triple guaranteed! So long as you make this project run on schedule" Ezskar states as he holds a suction-cupped hand out. "Deal?"

Nido locks eyes with Ezskar for a moment as he hands over the tablet into the open palm, but not letting go of the unit.

"Deal," Nido says with an overly warm, beaming smile.

An inexplicable chill runs down Ezskar's spine about that answer. "Wonderful," he utters cautiously. "You can let go of the tablet now, Nido."

"Oh! I will, but before I do..."

Ezskar's brow furrows as he reiterates what was said, "Before you do...?"

Nido's grin grows wider - reminiscent of a grin Ezskar saw back at the workshop. Nido leans closer to Ezskar's height looking past Ezskar's right shoulder.

Ezskar for a moment is about to push the question stepping back to look at Nido's face when his eyes catch a gleam past Nido's leaning right shoulder.

Behind his back... a wrench waves threateningly and Ezskar's eyes widen in sheer terror.

"N-no. NO. NIDO DON'T Y--"

"Chompskiii!" Nido calls as he let's go of the tablet and winds up for a pitch...

Chompski at full attention locks-on already yanking Ezskar around at the wild flailing motions...

"NIDO. NIDO STOP. I WILL F..."

"FETCH!!!" Nido bellows with a wild look in his eye

And in a blur, Nido's right hand is empty while a flash of pink streaks into the mess hall as a commotion erupts.

For a moment, Nido takes in the chaos that has begun past the swinging doors, before giving a satisfied huff as he starts strolling back to his workshop, blueprints and schematics in mind.

"Down payment received! The month starts now!"

---(END)----

Now... Barring the smiling betrayal at the mess hall which all started because the wrench and Chompski wanted to stay relevant for story continuity sake, I feel like I'm satisfied with the characterization I've got goin for Nido. I'm also wondering if this version of Ezskar that my brain produced feels on brand with him being a proper villain.

Bless his mutant, quasisentient tail!

#subakuryu #needlix #nido #suba #Ezskar #TeamPrototypeOC #RIPYark #Chompski #nidoguan

[maggotmouth]

        hi i’m nora ( 23. gmt. she/her ) and it turns out i really miss playing bridget ! i wasn’t feeling frida bt i wanted to explore som of her backstory more so ive kind of fused bits of her into bridget..... sue me.... for those of u who didn’t know her before i dropped her, bridget grew up in a trailer park in texas, she’s an angsty socialist leftie who gets fucked at the pub and goes off on one about capitalism.  film nerd. got in on a partially subsidised scholarship and works in a bar and a fast food place to pay for her accomodation. here’s a pinboard !! everythin else is below this cut, like this post n i’ll (probably forget to) smash that im button for plots x

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( cis-female ) haven’t seen BRIDGET MATUSIAK around in a while. the MARGARET QUALLEY lookalike has been known to be GARRULOUS & CANDID, but SHE can also be FICKLE & ERRATIC. The 21 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in FILM. I believe they’re living in AUDAX but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door.

aesthetics.

thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, roller blades, grazed knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes. piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your dad wouldn’t take you.

connection to tatiana & did they choose her name during the watershed?

knew each other from the cheer team in bridgets freshman year and tatiana’s sophomore year. had a competitive friendship to start with but then they got into a discussion about politics at a party one night, and maybe hooked up a few times after tatiana had jst broken up w someone. they were sort of seeing each other very casually for a bit, but…. they came from vastly different circles n it didn’t really work. they were in a bad partch at the time of the reaping so to speak, and bridget picked her name For A Giggle but now regrets it big time obviously

tw drugs, teen pregnancy

BACKSTORY TIME.. her mother was from the wrong side of the tracks, was chucked out of home pretty young after a teenage pregnancy, wanted 2 go to art school and started working as an erotic dancer to pay for college but then jst…. ended up staying there. one of those girls u see in the documentaries who had Big Plans but ultimately never got to pursue them n jst got…. sucked in by the money 

her mom n dad met in high school at a parents evening. alice was fourteen, toby was thirty-one. bridget’s mom alice was a roman catholic – uneducated in matters of safe sex, mother mary around her neck, bras hanging over wooden crucifixes – and willing to give it to the first boy who seemed interested enough, gift-wrapped or not. toby was the father to a girl down the road who alice knew nothing of besides her name and the few encounters in the corridors facing a stoney stare that screamed homewrecker. it only happened once, but once was enough. alice was out of the house as soon as her parents knew a child was growing in her womb.

bridget n her mum alice were more like sisters growing up, probably because of the closeness in age. alice should’ve known that you couldn’t have a thirteen-year-old-daughter at 27 without everyone knowing you’d been one of those girls who gave it away fast as a hot potato, and maybe bridget should have known that she’d inherit more than her mother’s wide eyes, that things have a way of circling back to us --- that at fourteen she too would lose it on the floor of a swimming pool changing room, soggy back, polka-dot nylon of a swimsuit pulled down to her ankles.

she grew up in a trailer park just outside of orlando resort, but she was raised in dressing rooms surrounded by sparkly costumes and nipple pasties and leotards and the like. as a kid she’d try to trot about in her moms heels n yearned for the day she’d be able to be on stage. 

if you’ve seen the florida project its a bit like tht.... just kids left to do their own shit.... mother’s a bit all over the place... made money by stealing wristbands off orlando theme park visitors, and bridget was p much raised by the community, to be honest. most of her youth was spent scurrying about half naked in cowboy boots and glasses too big for her face. a smol feral child

gilly (referred to as junior) was born four years after bridget, the son of a carpenter and sculpture artist named gilbert “gilly” senior, her moms latest squeeze. whenever she wasn’t at school bridget would be in gilly’s workshop doin her homework surrounded by parts of furniture or hanging out with the kids who were visiting disneyland but couldn’t afford the hotels on the resort

like her mother, bridget fell pregnant barely out of her gingham print dresses, hair in two plaits down her back, teddies still lining her bed. unlike her mum, she was not box-shipped out to a home for fallen women but rather booked into a clinic, given a pill, just like taking your vitamins.

her mother flaked out when bridget was around fifteen and junior was eleven. they were in the system for a while, before gilly was finally granted custody as legal guardian. the three of them moved to marfa, texas so that gilly could run classes in sculpture and woodworking at the art institute. they’re not sure where their mother went. some say she rededicated herself as a virgin and joined the convent in penance for her sins. some say she works in a las vegas strip club and sells pills to minors. bridget likes to believe that she’s an actress, her name in newspapers and her face in a star-spangled dressing mirror.

bridget used to do sponsored silences and hunger strikes for kids in developing countries. was that kid in school who was always raising money something. i mean its kinda cute but also she just wanted the acclaim and attention so…. and most of the time it didn’t even make it to the disadvantaged kids she was raising it for cos her mom needed rent money or to buy the kids new shoes n they could barely afford much themselves

she’s a strident feminist, an activist for human rights and animal rights, a vocal vegetarian and an all-round soapbox sadie. catch her in the quad shouting about human rights through a megaphone. will most definitely have quizzed your character on institutionalised racism whilst inhaling nos at a party and snacking on a big bowl of cheesy wotsits

aesthetic: big military or leather jackets over tiny little sundresses. always in docs or creepers and a beret with an anarchist symbol painted on it. wears a long green trench coat covered in badges for alt punk rock bands or a red denim jacket that she hacked into a crop jacket with a pair of kitchen scissors. cuffed jeans, thrifted or stolen. white converse, more grey tbh through years of wear. crop tops and plaid shirts tied round her waist. smudged mascara. glitter smeared over cheekbones from the previous night. cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your dad wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson.

an aspiring screenwriter. she has a very image-based view of memory and experience. always doing a screenplay or shooting film. her style has a lot of catholic iconography (think virgin suicides style or baz luhrmann’s romeo + juliet if it was done on a super 8 camera) bcos catholicism is one of the few things she remembers about her mother. she’s never actually tried to find her mum / find out about her, jst…. occasionally channels that energy into her work.

struggles with self-image and the need to be Loved By All a lot. uses sex as an affirmation of her worth and also kinda manic-depressive (though not officially diagnosed) bcos her upbringing was a bit unstable, she was a looked after child for a while when the adoption papers were still going through… struggles a lot with feeling unwanted, especially since her grandparents refuse to acknowledge her existence cos she was born outside of marriage….. so she craves feeling wanted,, like despite being a real women’s rights activist and hating objectification, at the same time to bridge there’s nothing better than someone sizing you up with hunger in their eyes

she’s queer, but i guess she favours women, and is incredibly vocal in her support of the lgbt+ movement. often at rallies. has done a face-sitting protest. really is that bitch

there’s a degree of anger for anger’s sake in bridget. she likes passionate, angry music – particularly garage rock, punk and riot grrrl. she loves the slits and skinny girl diet. viv albertine inspired her to take up bass guitar.

back at lockwood she was working two jobs to pay for uni !! at the bowling alley polishing the shoes and fixing the bowling lanes, and also as a burger flipper at mcdonalds. in amsterdam she’s managed to secure a part-time bar job at one of the hendrix university bars

massive film buff. is majoring in film at uni also spends a lot of time at the movie theatre n probably has like a season ticket. is one of those pretentious film nerds who’re like “what do u think of goddard’s work?” but also just really into shitty horror movies

she spends her evenings in downtown bars willing away her boredom, trying to find something that’ll jerk her out of apathetic lethargy. she toys with the idea of becoming a stripper — it certainly pays better than flipping burgers — but she lacks the energy to dance for several hours a night.

she loves b movies and slasher flicks. at parties, she’ll occasionally try to make a horror of her own, on a super 8 camera in someone’s basement, very paranormal activity, but she’ll inevitably get bored, or too drunk and give up, like she does with most things in her life. she lacks drive and motivation. she’s bright but there’s no hunger in her.

she’s fickle and enigmatic. one moment she could be your best friend, the next, she’ll behave like a total stranger. bridget’s unpredictable because she’s still unsure of her own identity, frequently flitting between different characters, like snake skins, before she grows bored of being bubbly and eager and becomes spiteful again. her core personality traits are probably forthright, impulsive, restless, thrill-seeking, selfish, gregarious, easily bored, childish.

SOME ?MILDLY AMUSING? FACTS

writes shitty poems on the back of napkins and quotes dead philosophers she’s never read. romanticises herself a lot. like will be standing there in a ripped t-shirt and her undies smoking a cig like “hmmm… i bet someone is falling in love with me right now”

is vegetarian for environmental reasons but snorts coke at parties like that isn’t shit for the environment ?? sis, it don’t add up

loves dirt. ate a worm once because someone dared her too. shamelessly disgusting.

she’s slightly obsessed with true crime, up late watching documentaries on the manson family murders.

favourite drink is cherry coke

a lot of her time is spent in the record store, plugged into a set of headphones, head-banging in the corner to a scratched record. music, for birdie, is a form of escapism. that and dropping acid in parking lots lmao.

sells nudes on twitter. whenever she gets low on cash she contacts one of the seedy old men who used to visit her mom’s club to venmo her $500 in return for pictures

that girl who’s always harping on about body positivity on instagram while wearing cute underwear and looking absolutely bomb

really good at rodeo bull riding. the club in marfa had one so as a youth she got really good at it bcos she was constantly tryin to outdo her friends on who could stay on for the longest. a video of her staying on one for like 4 minutes after downing several jager bombs went viral once.

micro-doses acid for mild depression bcos she didn’t believe in “that CBT bullshit”, thought that therapists, like her, were jst con artists so always a bit spaced out

volunteers at one of the local galleries but mostly just rants to old white dutch men about how cis white men have dominated art for years :/ is one of those SJW-types , like.... have a day off, jameela jamil......

has a pet rat called popeye

takes photographs of dead animals to use in her art and often posts them side-by-side with stills of women in porn to show the shelf-life of female sex workers in a patriarchal-dominated industry or some bullshit idk

big into spoken word poetry, even if its shit. likes savage depictions of femininity

wrote a thesis on art as an act of masturbation that got published

this bitch HATES capitalism and LOVES karl marx

time isn’t real. nothing exists. the self is a social construct. finger guns.

an awful person, really

plots i want that i mostly stole from the tags

muse a tries to stand up for muse b in a bar but unfortunately cannot fight for shit.

muse a (prob bridget cos works in a bar) works somewhere that’s open late and muse b comes in to take shelter from the storm.

‘I got in my car and you were sleeping in the backseat who the hell are you and how did you get into my car’ 

 umm a wlw plot isnpired by san junipero ! esp this post. could have been a former fling that ended sourly !! cos i dont like ship forcing but still?? give me wlw stuff

 “i just decked you in the face because i’m drunk and you were pissing me off but ow my hand really fucking hurts i think i might have broke it and oh look your nose is bleeding and now we’re both sitting awkwardly in the hospital while i glare at you from across the room. but wait are you giving me sex eyes?? stop that i’m supposed to mad at you??”

“platonically sharing a bed until i wake up and you’re curled round me and my nose is buried in your hair so i’ll pretend to stay asleep to keep this for a little while longer” plots

 “highkey want a ‘someone wrote your phone number on the wall of a bathroom in my dorm with ‘call for a good time’ and i just texted you to let you know that i scribbled it out and oh wait you’re actually funny and easy to talk to and now we’re talking every day and i might have a tiny little crush on you even tho  i don’t even know your name’ plot”

 goddamn its another shippy wlw plot apparently that’s all my tag is but this post

“known for being rebels without cause, MUSE A and MUSE B are synonymous to their fast cars, nights out beneath the stars, empty bottles of alcohol, and loud music. they meet by chance one night and immediately click, and embark on a careless adventure after it despite not knowing each other. it’s them against the world: after all, what could go wrong ?”

any of these sad sour unrequited love plots

‘we take the same elevator every day and due to a misunderstanding I assumed you didn’t speak english and I’ve been talking to my friend about how hot you are for three weeks and apparently my friend has known from the start but you agreed not to tell me bc you both think its hilarious what the fuck’ au

‘I accidentally dropped you while you were crowd surfing and you broke your ankle and now I feel responsible so I’m carrying you out of the moshpit’ au

walked in on my roommate and you screwing except i know you from class and i freaked out a little

i was hustling you in pool for money but you were hustling me for free drinks so who’s the real winner here?

bridgot goes to strip clubs n peep shows like every day, cos she’s writing about the history of pornographic film n its basically research for her, so if ur characters would be into strip clubs they might see her there

i feel like she’d be on student council if they had one of those. shes that kind of bitch, turning up like elle woods with a big feather pen or a light-up heart marker, slamming down some truths before upping and leaving to go for her 11am chai latte break

som1 who attended the art institute in marfa for a summer n maybe knew her when she was a bit younger ??? idk

drama. angst. horror. also nice bike rides in amsterdam please

feel free to im me if u wanna plot, or, like this post and i’ll hit u with a message!

#i have literally just slapped bridget n frida in a blender. #sorry if u had plots with frida. pls feel free 2 discuss w me n we could just do them w one of my other characters instead if it fits. #xxxx plot with me my goblin children xxx #water:intro

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Various Types of Automotive Garage And Important Factors For Their Business Growth

An Automotive Repair Shop implies a company essentially occupied with the business of fixing harmed engine vehicles or fixing mechanical/electrical parts on a car which become inoperative, and shall also include reconditioning shops, radio/stereo establishment shops, undercoating shops and shops where extra equipment is added to a vehicle to meet its design purpose. Automotive repair shops can be classified into two ways on the basis of their work.

On the basis of their work automotive repair shops can be categorized into two ways:

Body Repair Shop:

Some of Automotive Garage  offers both mechanical repairs as well as body repairs to your car. 

Body repair includes  paint job, scratch repairs, denting, any repair to the body of vehicle damage accidentally and scuffs of your vehicle. Any workshop that is specialize in body repairs is known to be Body Repair Shop.

Glass Repair Shop:

Auto Repair shops that represent considerable authority in auto glass fix are known as auto glass repair shops. They offer auto glass repair to chips, breaks and broken glass. 

The kinds of glass they fix incorporate windshields, vehicle windows, quarter glass, and back windows. This type of damage is frequently brought about by hail, stones, wild creatures, fallen trees, vehicle robbery, and vandalism.

Important Factors That Affect Auto Garage Growth

If you are a mechanic and want to open your own auto workshop soon you must know these factors which will help you in growth of your business.

·        For your auto repair business, you must not need ASE Certificate but this certificate helps you in the financing and popularization. This certificate helps you in getting authorization certificate that attract more customers.  ASE certification tells potential customers that you know what you’re doing. It gives car owners confidence, and can be a very important marketing tool. 

·        To qualify Automotive Service Excellence  the certification test, you’ll need a minimum of two years of work and educational experience combined, with at least one year obtained on the job.

·        Before startup you must need to know the actual investment to be done on this project to get up and running.

·        You must know about your excellence. An ASE certification broke down into 16 specialties with master technician status like Automobile, collision repair, medium vehicle, cars, buses ,trucks and two wheelers.

·        You must find the best location for opening a business and serving customers. You’ll need to obtain a business license, look into the regulations surrounding liability insurance requirements, open accounts to handle payroll and tax reporting, file your articles of incorporation, and other pre-sale steps.

·        Marketing is another big part of opening the doors. Be sure to schedule a Grand Opening, so locals can stop in and see the shop.

·        Always be genuine with your customers and provide quality service to them on time.

#sacredautomotive #automotive service #autorepair #factorsaffecting #Alvin #texas #NewAutoGarage

[quasisnipr1048]

On Electrical Engineering and Perception

I had kind of a funny experience the other day and I’d thought I share it along with a few of my thoughts on the perception of engineering.

So, my dad decided almost a year ago to run our garage completely off of solar energy.  It was a good idea, really.  The garage isn’t really tied to the house in any way and we could actually develop the garage a bit more for something other than storing our motorcycles and tools.  The ultimate goal was to turn it into a small workshop.

Here we are many months later and it’s in good shape.  We have 6 or 7 solar panels on the garage roof tied to a charge controller and three parallel car batteries with DC lighting and an inverter for most of the AC-operated tools.  It is, of course, a messy setup because it’s homemade (and my dad is horrendously unorganized), but as the saying goes:  If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

The whole process was primarily my dad buying random parts here and there, doing research on solar panels and solar grids, experimenting with parts he knew couldn’t be used but nevertheless taught him something he needed to know, and overall just gaining an understanding of electricity.  It was really cool, now that I think of it, to watch my dad learn about something that I have an invested interest in and use it to make something.  I was basically a consultant/teacher for his solar garage project and still kind of am today.  If he found some information that he wasn’t sure about, he would ask me questions about it to make sure it was accurate or to see if there was a better way.  Very early on, I remember him asking about the best way to connect the batteries and I so I explained to him the series and parallel connections, amp-hours, and battery charging.  He has also asked questions that I don’t know the answer to, like some bizarre question about DC motors that I can’t think of off the top of my head.  And, as per the Code of Ethics (even thought it wasn’t a official project, I still followed it), I told him that I don’t know enough information about it to give him a good answer and cautioned him not to run wild experiments until I could better help him (I’m not too sure if he ever listened, but he’s still alive so).

Anyway, about a month ago, my dad installed a digital meter into the system to monitor the batteries and the power usage of the system.  It looked kind of low-end to me, and I’m sure there was better options, but it worked as intended and so my dad kept using it.  Just the other day, my dad called me over telling me there was something wrong with the meter.  It flashes blue and sounds an alarm if the battery voltage drops to low or goes to high, and it was doing just that.  We walk out the the garage and my dad is telling me that he couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the damn thing. 

You experienced engineers probably already know the ending to this one.

So, I’m there in front of the meter and the batteries.  I inspect the meter:  no damage or burns indicating a short or bad component.  The meter uses a shunt for measurements, so I checked that too.  Again nothing.  As I’m looking at this little black box, I notice that one of the wires is moving around a lot, and these wires are not that long.  I follow it, and behold:  one of the wires to the shunt came loose.  My dad reconnected it and everything was normal again.

Now, you’re probably wondering how perception plays into this.  It’s partially my own perception, but a lot of it is how people perceive engineers.  When I try to look at electrical engineering from the outside inward, a surprising amount of it comes down to simple things:  fixing loose connections, checking bad connections, connections, connections, connections.  And for me, at least, it’s simple.  It makes sense.  When something isn’t working, the first thing I do is check the electrical components of it.  I’ve been trained to do that, aside from all the theory and applications taught in colleges.  To put this into...perspective, one of my mechanical engineering friends said something to me that is rather humorous at first glance, but when you think about it, it says a lot about how electrical engineers are perceived:  “If it rotates, it’s not my problem.”

And that really is the kicker, isn’t it? When every other aspect of a device is working, the motor spins, the hydraulics work, the chemicals mix, but the device still doesn’t work, it’s up the the electrical guys to “wrangle them magic pixies back into their pens” (another iconic phrase from that friend). We as electrical engineers understand electricity, know how it works and how it moves, but other people don’t have that level of understanding.  But, in reality, all we did was flip a switch or fix a loose wire or some other troubleshooting we as engineers have been trained to do.

Electrical engineers aren’t gods.  Tesla was not a god (and I have some choice words for people who worship him as such).  Like other engineers we work with a natural force, just as mechanical engineers work with physics and chemical engineers work with atoms.  Electricity can be mystifying, but it’s not incomprehensible.  Anyone can understand it, and it’s practical to at least understand the basics.  It’s not some rabid animal that is going to bite you, as my dad puts it, and it isn’t some sort of magic pixie controlled by alchemy and incantations.  It’s the modern equivalent of fire.  And as electrical engineers, it is our job to help people understand it so that they may benefit from it.

#electrical engineering #thoughts

[pdubyah]

Herevana #184 - Garage Project - Tsuyu Saison (2022)

Garage Project - Tsuyu Saison (2022) Herevana #184 I gave in and opened this bottle of what turned out to be something rather special. I played some vinyl from 1969, which was psychedelic, and had some dip instead of cheese, which is where I went wrong.

I’ve started to number the Herevana beers posts – so #184 is a Garage Project Garage Project / Coedo / Stone Tsuyu Saison, which is made in Wellington 🇳🇿, and is a Saison / Farmhouse – Flavored and it comes in at 11.6% ABV I’ve been keeping this back as a share bottle, but sometimes there is just too much temptation, and sometimes you have to overcome your willpower and give in. I’m still on…

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#Beer #Beer and Music #Beer and Vinyl #Beer Review #craft beer #Garage Project #Garage Project Tsuyu Saison (2022) #Garage Project Wild Workshop #Herevana #Saison #Tsuyu Saison (2022)

[yegarts]

#YEGPublicArt :: New for 2019

(A detail of Spring is Sprung the Grass is Riz by Karen Klassen & Erin Pankratz at Dermott Park)

As 2019 settles into a groove, the Edmonton Arts Council public art and conservation departments are gearing up for a new round of installations, revelations, and conservation. This year, we anticipate adding 11 new public artworks to the City of Edmonton Public Art Collection. Of that number, five are by Edmonton-based artists, two by Albertans, two by Canadian artists, and two are international projects. Reflecting the complex nature of construction schedules, a couple won’t be visible to the public until their respective facilities open in 2020. EAC Conservation continues to work on the mammoth Norman Yates mural restoration project and plans to be out and about cleaning and restoring Edmonton’s sculptures and murals again this spring.

Keep your eyes open for some exciting temporary projects as well. Ground Proof will scatter works by local artists throughout neighbourhoods around town and #YEGCanvas will return in a new, more mobile format.

To be revealed

Spring is Sprung, the Grass is Riz (I Wonder where the Birdie is?) – Karen Klassen & Erin Pankratz, (Edmonton), Dermott Park

Ablaze with colour and texture, this intricate ceramic tile mosaic features exotic birds concealed within its fantastical flowers. Created by Edmonton mosaicists Karen Klassen and Erin Pankratz, the artwork adorns an undulating concrete wall at the new park entrance. It will be revealed later this year when Dermott Park reopens.

(Rendering of Animal Family at the Valley Zoo)

Animal Family – Leu/Webb, (Canada), Nature’s Wild Backyard, Edmonton Valley Zoo

The new family-friendly Urban Barn at the city’s beloved zoo will offer kids and families new ways to interact with the animals living there. To further animate the experience, Toronto artists Christine Leu and Paul Webb created Animal Family, an interactive, brightly coloured “flipbook” of farm animals. The movable panels will allow kids to make tails wag, and heads move. You can play with Animal Family later in 2019 when the facility opens to the public.

New Installs

(Artist Rendering of Platanos at Belvedere Transit Centre)

Platanos (Plantains) – Karen Michelle Campos Castillo (Edmonton),  Belvedere Transit Centre

Nothing says “home” quite like the food we grew up eating. To celebrate the diverse, multi-ethnic communities that call Edmonton’s north end home, local artist Karen Michelle Campos Castillo will suspend glistening green bunches of plantains within the transit centre waiting area. The plantain is a staple food for many populations within Asia, Africa, South America, and the Caribbean. Campos Castillo grew up in Edmonton’s Belvedere neighbourhood after her family relocated from El Salvador more than 20 years ago. Her mother’s cooking of traditional Salvadorean fare offset her feelings of homesickness and culture shock.

(Artist Rendering of Agent Crystalline at EPS Northwest)

Agent Crystalline - Marc Fornes & THEVERYMANY (International) Edmonton Northwest Police Campu

From the artist collective that brought us Vaulted Willow comes an intriguing angular matrix. Agent Crystalline is an urban arch which will act as a beacon for the Edmonton Police Service’s Northwest facility.

(Artist concept drawing of Day Map / Night Map for Heritage Valley Park & Ride)

Day Map / Night Map – Jill Stanton (Edmonton), Heritage Valley Park & Ride

Two painted murals by Edmonton muralist Jill Stanton will splash colour along the walls of each side of the transit centre building. They will feature highly detailed, colourful maps of a fictional city straddling a river.

(Artist concept drawing for Neon Prairie)

Neon Prairie – Victoria Wiercinski, (Edmonton), Jasper Place Leisure Centre

This fall, swimmers at the newly renovated leisure centre, will have a new mural to enjoy during their morning laps. The artist was inspired by the idea that the pool is a year-round lake and so created a mural concept that would provide pool users with a sense of the sky. The brightly patterned modern drawing of prairie skyscapes will be hand painted on panels. The artwork design is determined by imagery derived through a community workshop that took place in 2016.

(Sculpture in exhibition of Landbuoys series - photo courtesy of Tony Bloom)

Silver Seed – Tony Bloom (Alberta), Jasper Place Bowl & Grandstand Silver Seed is part of Canmore artist Tony Bloom’s Landbuoy series. The sculpture is a 1.5 metre hemisphere with a 20 cm slice rotated up into a fin or sail. The Landbuoy series explores the idea of signifiers in our midst, such as erratics—geologic artifacts left behind by retreating glaciers. Rather than being organic in nature, the Landbuoys point to an intelligent hand, and ask, but do not answer, how these structures got there.

(Artist Rendering of one of the mountain landscapes in 53°30’N)

53°30’N – Thorsten Goldberg (International), Kathleen Andrews Transit Garage

Five mountain landscape will begin to sparkle from the roof of the in-progress Kathleen Andrews Transit Garage later this year. 53°30’N is a collection of topo­graphic models from locations sitting on the same latitude (53°) as Edmonton.

The models depict locations in five geographic areas: Mount Chown (Alberta), the crater of Mount Okmok (Umnak Island in the Aleutians), Zhupanovsky Crater (Kamchatka, Russia), an unnamed landscape near Dacaodianzi, Heilongjiang Sheng (China) and Mweelrea (Connaught, Ireland). The artistic concept is inspired by what the artist calls the “globe game”- placing your finger on a specific location and rotating the globe to see what other locations lie along a specific latitude.

Kathleen Andrews Portrait -  Daphne Cote (Edmonton), Kathleen Andrews Transit Garage

Kathleen Andrews was Edmonton’s first female bus driver. Originally from England, she was a long-time ETS employee who filled several positions with the organization. Daphne Cote’s portrait draws on photographs and remembrances of this dynamic, pioneering Edmontonian.

(Fabrication image of The Dancer - courtesy of the artists)

The Dancer – Verne Busby & Bella Totino-Busby (Edmonton), Yorath House

The Dancer is a human-scale abstracted representation of a figure in motion. The sculpture is based on an ink brush drawing. The artists intend that the sculpture imparts a feeling of thought, presence, and inspiration to the viewer. Totino Busby believes that public art should challenge the viewer, spark curiosity, and heighten the human spirit.

(Concept maquette by Studio F Minus)

Untitled Kinistinâw Park Project – Studio F Minus (Canada) – Kinistinâw Park, The Quarters Downtown

This project begins by looking to the existing site of Kinistinâw Park for artifacts, symbols and icons already present in the community.

Replicas of the artifact lions, which were formerly set at the Harbin Gate, will be cast in translucent resin layers. Like an archaeological dig site, personal artifacts from the current community and the history of the site will be cast and suspended in the resin layers.

The project uses social art practices and community involvement to address the questions: “How can we preserve the history of a place and its diverse inhabitants? How can we engage the community in a meaningful way? How can we choose symbols and imagery to mark public space?”

#yegpublicart #yegarts #percentforart #edmonton #publicart

[architectnews]

Residence Marconi, Mile-Ex Montréal

Residence Marconi, Mile-Ex Montréal Building Development, Canadian Architecture Photos

Residence Marconi in Montréal, Quebec

2 Dec 2020

Residence Marconi

Architects: Pelletier de Fontenay

Location: Mile-Ex, Montréal, Québec, Canada

Residence Marconi is situated in the eclectic Marconi-Alexandra neighbourhood, the project takes advantage of unusual urban conditions such as surrounding garages, train tracks, an adjacent laneway. Rather than being seen as negative, these elements are incorporated to the project beneficially.

A unique urban context On Marconi street, scattered residences punctuate an urban fabric essentially composed of car repair shops, small industrial buildings and workshops. Built-in 1910, the original building was a typical Montreal one-storey bungalow with a flat roof, commonly referred to as “shoeboxes”. Despite being located in an area where housing is prohibited according to the zoning plan, the house had a vested right to be modified or extended. The client’s request was to renovate the house and expand it to accommodate a small family.

A number of factors led to the decision of preserving the existing one-storey volume of the building. First, it was important to maintain the sequence of aligned shoeboxes present on the street. Secondly, “shoeboxes” as a typology are slowly disappearing from the city’s landscape and being replaced with denser two to three storey buildings. The project was an opportunity to develop an alternative approach for these types of one storey buildings. Therefore, despite the proximity of the train tracks in the back, the addition takes advantage of the depth of the lot rather than its height.

In fact, the close relation to the train tracks is used as a positive element. The rare trains that pass by bring a cinematic effect to the house. The animation, both visual and acoustic, is welcomed. Each passage of a train becomes a marker, an event punctuating daily life. This moving landscape is embraced and theatrically framed by the big aperture in the back facade.

Home is where the patio is While the clients were immediately seduced by the buzzing energy of the site with garages on one side, trains on the other, and the laneway along the southern edge of the lot, it seemed important to create a place to escape the constant stimulation emanating from the surrounding context. By distancing the addition from the existing structure, a void was created at the center of the house. This void creates a physical and visual gap, a pause between old and new, a new heart of the house. It is both a place to isolate from the street and a place for concentration and introversion. The extension filters exterior stimuli and acts as a sort of acoustic and visual buffer between the tracks and the patio.

The house thus becomes a spatial gradient where one can choose their position according to their mood and needs. The two courtyards have entirely different identities: the backyard opens itself up to a lush garden and the wild vegetation along the railroad tracks, while the interior patio is introverted, abstract, and devoid of planted vegetation.

The interior living spaces are placed on either side of the patio, making it a focal point around which one revolves throughout the day, a central node articulating every spatial transition. The extensive glazing around the void allows light to penetrate deep into the house. Large sliding panes of glass on each side of the inner courtyard create a fluid passage from the living room, through to patio, through the kitchen, and to the rear garden. When all operable panels are in an open position, the inner courtyard becomes an extension of the inner space and can fully participate in the intimate life of the house.

Using the jagged lot limits as an opportunity to articulate the house At first glance, the disalignment between the original house and the addition could be seen as a formal decision. In reality, this break was generated by the desynchronization between the official cadastral limits and the actual position of the original house. On the north side of the lot, the wall gradually deviates from the property line to encroach 400mm onto the neighbouring property. The addition, however, had to be built directly on the actual property line thus creating a break in the north party wall. The plan takes advantage of this articulation to mark the programmatic transition from the living room and the passageway to the kitchen. The staircase leading to the basement is also carefully inserted in this central corridor.

At the southern edge, along the laneway, a past reallotment had added a small triangular parcel to the buildable site. This small piece of land was just wide enough to create an opening onto the patio from the laneway, an opportunity seized in order to activate the inner courtyard. An additional door at the corner of the patio creates a second entry and establishes a direct connection between the house and the alley. In hindsight, we can say that site constraints, both urban and regulatory, became the conceptual catalyst of the project.

Internal organization The main entrance is situated in the northeast corner. A tall frosted glass door opens onto a small mudroom where the existing floor was sunk, an adaptation of the Japanese Genkan which controls the dissemination into the domestic space of dirt and small gravel that plagues Quebec streets in the winter. A skylight punctuates the space, creating a more formal threshold and lighting up the perspective of the entrance when seen from the living area. The ground floor is otherwise occupied by a bedroom, a bathroom, and an office. The office, a writing room, features a big square window with a frontal view of Alexandra street. A second skylight placed above the staircase brings natural light all the way down to the basement.

The basement under the original house includes a family room and a large storage area. The master suite is placed below the newly built addition, slightly removed from living areas. Despite being underground, generous natural light comes into the room from a large light well in the backyard. The master bathroom is separated from the bedroom by a large glass pane that allows indirect natural light to come in, while also framing scenes of intimate daily life.

Materiality The restrained palette of materials used for the exterior and the interior supports the conceptual clarity of the project while also acknowledging economic imperatives. The white stucco used for the addition reinforces the simple geometry and abstract nature of the project. The red brick of the original house was painted white in order to create a homogeneous feel throughout the house. The interiors are simply painted white, keeping the emphasis on the client’s numerous objects, books, and art. The concrete floor, present on both levels of the house, continues into the backyard, creating an exterior extension of the living spaces between the garden and the back facade.

Another typology The patio is a year-old typology dating back to the Roman era and present in many different cultures. It is, however, more often associated with warm climates, than nordic ones and is remarkably largely absent from Quebec’s and more specifically Montréal’s architecture. The patio constitutes the main conceptual driver of the project. It is introduced at the heart of the house to add spatial and perceptual complexity in an otherwise simple and frugal space.

Residence Marconi in Mile-Ex Montréal, Montréal – Building Information

Interior Design Firm:Pelletier de Fontenay Partner in charge: Hubert Pelletier Team: Hubert Pelletier, Yves de Fontenay, Yann Gay-Crosier Location: Mile-Ex, Montréal, Canada Date: 2017-2019 Area (gross): 263 sqm Structural engineer: Lateral Construction: Construction FRX

Image credits: Pelletier de Fontenay

Residence Marconi, Montréal, Québec images / information received 021220 from v2com newswire

Address: Montréal, Québec, Canada

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Fall Classes At MAAG

Single Session Courses

Adventures in Collage | Claudia McGill Thursday, October 11: 7 – 9:30 PM Adults

Have you ever wanted to try collage but didn’t know where to begin? Here is your chance! We will learn about materials and tools, including papers and adhesives, and discuss collage techniques and inspirations. We’ll work on a small group project as a warm up, then dive into our own individual projects. You will leave feeling confident about working in collage on your own, and you will have a collage project started or maybe even finished. Bring a pair of scissors and any papers you might like to include in a collage.

Price: $32

Piecing the French Braid | Sarah Bond Saturday, October 13: noon – 4 PM Adults

Students will learn to build the French Braid from “jelly rolls” or 2-½ inch strips of fabric. Instructor will provide students with a pattern and ideas for creating quilts, table toppers, and other items from their braided strips. This versatile building block can be used on its own or in combination with other quilt elements to create custom quilts.

Students can use a prepared jelly roll or bring their own pre-cut 2-½ inch strips. A twin to full size quilt will require approximately forty-eight 2-½ inch strips. Students should bring their sewing machine and basic supplies such as thread, extra needles, and scissors. Large cutting mats and cutting tables will be provided. Students can bring their own rotary cutter and mat if desired.

Price: $50

Shrines, Altars, and Memory Boxes | Ellen Benson Saturday, October 20: 1 – 4:30 PM Adults and children over 12

We’ll use altoid tins, cigar boxes, sardine cans, matchboxes, old frames, gift boxes, and more to create a visual reminder of what we are grateful for, and whom or what we love. Using our imagination and layers of paper, paint, buttons, broken jewelry, charms, figurines, doll parts, and found objects, our shrines will come alive!! Participants should bring scissors and (if you’d like) personal treasures such as copies of photos or letters, photos, digital artwork, sea glass, maps, keys, shells, or memorabilia.

Price: $40

Hand Painted Fabulous Silks | Gloria Del Piano Sunday, October 21: 11 AM – 3 PM Adults

We’ll review slides of hand-painted works and study the various techniques. Then the participants will choose a design, and learn how to build a frame, paint on silk, and steam the silk work. There will be ample painting time.

Price: $50

Paste Paper Intensive: A Day of Fun and Creativity  | Mary Elizabeth Nelson Saturday, October 27: 10 AM – 4 PM Adults and children over 16

Paste papers are created by painting colored paste on paper, and spreading it around to make interesting patterns. They are easy and fun to make! Like handwriting, paste papers reflect the character of the maker. Take the Introduction to Bookbinding class the next day, and use your papers to make books! Students are asked to bring an apron, rags, and latex gloves.

Price: $70 with a $25 materials fee; Combined fee with Introduction to Bookbinding: $125 + materials

Introduction to Bookbinding | Donna Globus Sunday, October 28: 10 AM – 4 PM Adults and children over 16

Students will learn the basics of folding and sewing simple book structures. Participants will work with bookbinding tools and techniques to create several small books, customized with your own prints, paper, or imagery! Take the Paste Paper class the day before, and use your papers for book covers and content.

Price: $70 with a $20 materials fee; Combined fee with Paste Papers: $125 + materials

Mining Your Stories | Barb Sherf Friday, November 2: 1 – 3 PM Adults

Whether for personal or professional use, it is important to capture your stories and use them to inform, educate and entertain. In this workshop, you will be given a host of worksheets to mine your stories.

Price: $40

Marketing Basics: Telling Your Story | Andy Trackman Thursday, November 8: 7 – 9 PM Adults

Many artists believe that their art should speak for itself. But if the public does not know your story and why your art is worth checking out, then you have missed an opportunity. Participants will learn how to use social media technology and the traditional press to publicize you and your next show, while still being true to yourself and your own personal story.

Price: $25

Multiple Session Courses

Acting & Performance Workshop | Susan Zipin Mondays; October 8 – November 12 (6 sessions):  6:30 – 8 PM Adults

This workshop will culminate with a performance by the class of a series of monologues written by its students. Also, we will use art as a tool to enhance our theater/acting experience. Who knows? Maybe we’ll even become the MAAG Players!

Price: $120

Promoting Your Artwork | Janet Mason Tuesdays; October 16 – November 13 (5 sessions):  7:30 – 9:30 PM Adults

Self-promotion is a way to spread the word about your artwork and to connect with others. This class will provide you with an overview of the tools that you can use to promote your artwork. We will cover identifying your desired audiences and venues, and developing an artist’s statement. The class will also cover how to obtain traditional (print, radio, and television/cable) media coverage, and will cover the basics of using social media, including Facebook, Twitter, blogs, and YouTube.

Price: $200

Drawing and Painting from Live Models | Arleen Olshan Thursdays; October 18, November 15 and 29, December 6 and 20 (total of 5 sessions; can register for individual sessions):  6:30 – 9 PM Adults/Young adults over 16 with signed parental consent

This is a monitored workshop for intermediate to advanced students. There will be no instruction during the sessions. Participants must bring their own supplies, including easels, if desired. Participants may use charcoal, pencil, pastels, ink, etc. Please note that models may be clothed and/or nude; privacy will be required.

Price: $10 per session

Photography: How to Shoot People, Places, and Things | Michael Albany Thursdays October 25 and November 1 – 6:30 to 9 PM

Saturday October 27 – 9:30 AM to noon (3 sessions) Adults

Participants will learn how to create better images of people, places, and things. Attendees will learn the basics of capturing better portraits, how to make their landscapes and cityscapes more visually appealing, and how to photograph objects and items up close. During Class 2 (Places), students will take a short walk around the area, photographing locations on Germantown Avenue.

Price: $65

Ribbon Quilts: Fabric and Color Fusion | Sarah Bond Saturdays; November 3 – 10 (2 sessions):  noon – 4 PM Adults (Advanced Beginner to Intermediate Quilters)

Using solid fabrics as a starter, students will explore the power of strip piecing as a technique for experimentation with color gradations, size gradations, and alternations of solid fabrics with other fabrics. Students can use their own ideas or instructor’s “recipes” for fabric constructions. Those constructions will then be cut and assembled into quilt tops with an infinite range of pattern and variety. The title of the course refers to the ribbons of light and color that can be achieved with this technique.

Students should bring basic sewing supplies and their sewing machine in good working order. Students will need fabric in a variety of solids and patterns. Large cutting mats and cutting tables will be provided. Students can bring their own rotary cutter and mat if desired. Contact Sarah at [email protected] for a complete materials list.

Price: $80

About Our Teachers

Michael Albany is an award-winning photographer based in Mt. Airy. With 40 years behind the camera and ten as a professional, he enjoys sharing the wonders of photography with all those who share his passion. His experience teaching adults the basics of computers gives him a unique ability to teach from the view of a photographer, but with the patience and detail of a computer specialist. Visit his website at http://www.michaelalbany.com.

Ellen Benson is a member of Philadelphia’s Dumpster Divers, a group of artists which focuses on reclaiming cast-off pieces of the world around us to make art, as well as to make use of things headed for the trash stream. To Ellen, art materials are everywhere! She is moving toward a goal of creating 1,000 figures and is up to about 500. See Ellen’s work at www.inliquid.com and in the recently released book, FOUND OBJECT ART 2 by Schiffer Press.

Sarah Bond is an expert quilter and has been quilting for over twenty years. She teaches at many art centers in the Philadelphia region and is particularly interested in the place of quilts in culture and family history.

Gloria Del Piano started her first Collection in 1985 with oversized hand-painted silk scarves, often bought and used as wall hangings and/or Chuppahs in Jewish weddings. The silk was imported from Italy—fabulous jacquard, supple colors, wild animals, mysterious flowers and hand-rolled edges. As her line evolved, she added elegant evening wraps, silk scarves, silk handkerchiefs and evening bags. The first store to love and carry Gloria’s Collection was Nan Duskin. This led to Bergdorf Goodman, Neiman Marcus, Takashimaya, Nordstrom’s, Bloomingdales, Barneys, Henry Bendel, and more. Gloria has now created a line of handmade jewelry with pearls and semi-precious stones as well as evening wraps and scarves and scarves.

Donna Globus is a book artist and printmaker, as well as an architect and construction manager. While the latter is her day job, the former is her passion. She teaches in the Continuing Education program at the University of the Arts and is also a founding Board member of the Mt. Airy Art Garage.

Janet Mason is a marketing and publicity consultant and a creative writing teacher. She is the author of “Tea Leaves, a Memoir of Mothers and Daughters.” Articles about Janet have been featured in many Philadelphia newspapers. She has also been interviewed widely on radio programs from New England to Australia. A blogger for “The Huffington Post,” Janet is a firm believer in self-promotion and is passionate about sharing her skills. Check out her website at http://wordsmithenterprises.wordpress.com.

Claudia McGill is a mixed media and clay artist whose motto is “Give it a try and see what happens!” She has exhibited her work in local and regional shows for the past 15 years. Her collage/mixed media classes are offered in a variety of topics and her goal is to encourage each student’s individual development. You can visit her at www.claudiamcgill.com.

Mary Elizabeth Nelson is a lettering and book artist with a background in fine art. She is an active member of the Philadelphia Calligraphers’ Society and has held every position on its Board. She teaches paper and book arts classes at Fleisher Art Memorial, the Wayne Art Center, The Delaware Art Museum, and in her Downingtown, PA, studio. Find her at www.menpaperart.com.

Arleen Olshan, cofounder and treasurer of the Mt. Airy Art Garage, has been drawing and painting from her childhood at Fleisher Art Memorial to completing her BFA at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts and Philadelphia College of Art (now U Arts). She is also a master leathercrafter. She has shown, taught, and sold her work throughout Philadelphia especially in the Northwest section of the city. You can find out more by visiting www.arleenolshan.com.

Barb Sherf is a communications consultant, author, and professional speaker. She builds on her background as an award-winning print and broadcast journalist delivering communication consulting to an array of clients. A former spokesperson for the PA Department of Environmental Protection, Barbara founded CommunicationsPro in 1996. She has written several books, including the recent “Build Your Winning Team…One Bite at a Time.”

Andy Trackman has over 20 years of corporate business experience in customer service, field marketing, and e-marketing. A graduate of Temple University’s School of Communications and Theater, Andy has been involved in arts/culture and community development, and his experience includes writing email and social media campaigns, organizing and executing events, and creating strategic communications and marketing plans.

Sue Zipin is a New York City native and attended the American Academy of Dramatic Arts. She has a Masters degree in Theater and Literature from Temple University and has worked in theater in Philadelphia as an actor, director and teacher, having spent several years working with new playwrights and directing their plays in workshop productions.

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ART SCHOOL | Sheryo & The Yok 

Talented and world-traveling artist duo, Sheryo & The Yok are known for their massive murals and installations all over the world, inspired by their travels, cartoons, and psychedelic imaginations. Their passion for painting large scale murals and their vision for creating immersive art installations make them both inspirational and mind blowing to fans and artists alike. We’re excited to interview these spray painting nomads and talk about their travels, their art processes, and their upcoming projects which include “a crocodile temple in Singapore” and “a bat house/shack under a bridge in Berlin.”

Photographs courtesy of the artist | Top photograph by Rainer Christian Kurzeder

introduce yourself  Yok:  Im from Perth, Western Australia, One of the most isolated cities, surrounded by desert and ocean. Currently I'm  based in Brooklyn and some times Indonesia and sometimes Thailand and sometimes Australia. We are trying to buy some jungle/beach land in seasia and make a weird sculpture park of sorts. Sheryo: I'm from Singapore, I share a work/live space with Yok in Brooklyn, New York and sometimes hang out in different parts of SEAsia living the island life drawing painting sippin on coconuts amongst palm trees watching the surf.

How did you both get into art, and at what point did you start collaborating?  Yok: I got into drawing from watching cartoons, reading mad magazine and copying skate logos, Jim Phillips, Pushead, Marc McKee's, Guy Mariano  Accidental Gun Death graphic had a huge impact on me.  As did early Blind decks, alien workshop, Girl art dump. The Gonz! Sheryo: I've always Been drawing but it wasn't until I moved to Cambodia that I really thought about pursuing art full time. I met yok and we painted our first wall together almost straight away and shared similar influences. I got into drawing from watching a ton of cartoons all day everyday. Growing up i was into Reg Mombassa, Ren and Stimpy, Garfield. I still love watching cartoons now.

What are your individual art processes like? How have your processes evolved or changed?  Draw every day. Our process evolves constantly when we are on the road depending on what materials we can get our hands on, which is also why we tend to keep our color palette to red white black and gold.  You can generally always find a black white and red in a dirty hardware store in a remote part of Vietnam.We also try to draw everyday wherever we are. We try to keep a sort of visual diary of whats going on.

What are some handy materials you always take along with you? India ink, some brushes, black pens, adapter spray caps, portable speaker, a few words of the local launguage. This works wonders for getting walls or getting out of trouble.

What’s your approach to murals and larger works? What was the last one you finished up? The last wall we painted was a rooftop on brooklyn, we've been painting a lot more spontaneously  with friends. The weather's finally warmed up in brooklyn so Night rides, weekend sprays and beers on the roof is the way to go. We've been building installations lately based on all the shacks we've seen on our travels in se Asia. Recently we built  a Ping Pong Auto Shack in Detroit with 1x Run, a big furry psychedelic gargoyle head in Germany and also a Lion house in Singapore for Singapore art week.

What’s been your favorite installation or sculpture that you’ve created? We love the "Ping Pong Auto Shack" and the "gargoyle head" the best. The ping Pong Auto Shack was a fun one it was a Detroit inspired car garage meets Indonesian warung/shack, with a huge tigers head that you can walk trough.. We turned the inside into a tattoo shop with neon devils and sexy ladies, we lined the walls with flash sheets and Sheryo made a bunch of tattoo's, good times!  IF you didn't want a tattoo we served jungle juice rum drinks out of the bar that we made at the tail end of the Tiger.

In the past, you’ve collaborated with Vans!  What’s your ultimate dream collaboration project? We want to build a skateable sculpture/installation badly, as well as a greenhouse filled with plants and our wooden sculptures. Imagine a snake run but it's a wild triple headed cobra. Excellent.

You really have traveled so much and around the world.  What has that experience been like and where are you headed to next?   Last year was great! We got to see and experience alot of  hard to get to, small towns in Vietnam, Cambodia, and Indonesia.  Next is Shanghai, Colorado,Florida then Perth.

Where has been your favorite place that you’ve visited?  What was the coolest thing you’ve seen in your travels? One of the recent favorites was a trip to Ethiopia to teach art at a school for impoverished kids, we painted the outside of the classroom and hung out it was great. We were also invited to paint Ethiopia's first skatepark, The kids had only had the park a few weeks, and for some only been riding a skateboard for the same amount of time and they were shredding it.

Much like how Vans aren’t just one thing, what other things are you guys into or do, when you’re not making art? Yok's a surfdog. Shezzy's a lay-in-the-beanbag-sipping-pinacoladas-and-coconuts-at-the-beach-all-day-nerd.

Who are some of your favorite artists, past and contemporary? woah too many to list! i have new ones everyday. I really love to see the grafitti in the cities towns and villages on the road, in places in Asia where they are not really exposed to that kind of thing, so the results are usually fresh.

Favorite Vans? Old skools!!!!!

What personally do you guys look for in or like in art? What’s your taste like?  Wavyness, good line work, original idea's and subject matter.

What do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t an artist? SHeryo:I'd probably be selling coconuts with secret shots of rum in a shack I built by the beach. Ill catch some fish and grill them for dinner and share it with my friends. I'll have a sick collection of machetes with super cool painted handles.  Yok: I would be there also on the hammock eating that grilled fish. Sheryo: maybe i will feed u that grilled feed with my hands.

What has been your favorite thing so far this year? What do you have coming up for the rest of 2017? We are building a crocodile temple in Singapore next and a bat house/shack under a bridge in Berlin . I'm really looking forward to the 2 projects and hope to make them as rad as possible.

Whose someone you’d like to see on our Art School Q&A next? Mark Mulroney, Ryan Travis Christian, The Gonz!Palladingdong, Benjamin Rawson, Clay Hickson!

Follow Sheryo & The Yok Instagram: @_sheryo Website: www.yokandsheryo.com  Facebook: @Sheryo

#Art #Vans art #sheryo & the yok #art school #interview #vans girls #creativity

[foryourart]

Ana Victoria Jiménez (Mexican, b. 1941),  from the series Cuaderno de tareas (Assignment book), 1978-81Four sets of ten black-and-white photographs. 25 sheets: 10 × 6 1/2 in. (25.4 × 16.5 cm); 15 sheets: 6 1/2 × 10 in. (16.5 × 25.4 cm). Courtesy of Ana Victoria Jiménez. ©the artist. Image courtesy of the Hammer Museum. 

PLAN ForYourArt: December 7–13

Thursday, December 7

Winter Soiree, The Music Center (Downtown), 5:30pm. $2,500.

Family 1st Thursday: Installation Art, Santa Barbara Museum of Art (Santa Barbara), 5:30–7:30pm.

Artist and scholar walkthroughs: Angela Lopez Ruiz, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 6pm.

Sculpture to Wear !ndelible, Kopeikin Galllery (Culver City), 6–9pm.

Paul Brach Lecture Series: Wizard Apprentice (Tieraney Carter), CalArts (Valencia), 6pm.

Graphic Design T-Shirt Show, CalArts (Valencia), 6–11pm.

David Alan Harvey: Capturing Cuba, Annenberg Space for Photography (Century City), 6:30–8pm.

GEORGE BALANCHINE'S THE NUTCRACKER, The Music Center (Downtown), 6:30pm. Through December 10.

Talk: Curator Walkthrough of "A Universal History of Infamy" with Rita Gonzalez, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 7pm.

CraftNight: Papercraft A Holiday Workshop, Craft and Folk Art Museum (Miracle Mile), 7–9pm. $10.

at land’s edge presents Jimena Sarno, Southern California Library (South L.A.), 7–9pm.

Felipe Dulzaides and John Loomis on Havana's National Art Schools, LAMAG (East Hollywood), 7pm.

Rodney Bingenheimer "Santa's Got a GTO Vol. 2" LP and Gearhead Magazine Release Party, La Luz de Jesus Gallery (Los Feliz), 7–10pm.

ALTERNATE ENDINGS, RADICAL BEGINNINGS, MOCA Grand Avenue (Downtown), 7–9pm.

In Conversation: Lok Siu and Maria Magdalena Campos-Pons, California African American Museum (Downtown), 7pm.

SCREENINGS   Part of the series The Contenders 2017: Get Out, and Q&A with Jordan Peele, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 7:30pm.

Reading Series, Women’s Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 7:30–9:30pm.

Crotty Lecture - Christian Origins in Early Modern Europe: The Birth of a New Kind of History, The Huntington (San Marino), 7:30pm.

CalArts Winter Dance, CalArts (Valencia), 8:30pm. Also December 8.

Jazz Ensemble Concert, CalArts (Valencia), 10pm.

Friday, December 8

Conference: Globalizing the Protestant Reformations, The Huntington (San Marino), 8:30am.

Indigenous Knowledge and the Making of the Colonial Latin America, Getty Center (Brentwood), 9:30am–5pm.

Deconstructing Allusion II: Featuring Greg Miller, JoAnne Artman Gallery (Laguna Beach), 11am–5pm. 

Little Masters of Imagine Studio, Center for the Arts Eagle Rock (Eagle Rock), 5–9pm.

ARTIST APPEARANCE: THOMAS DEMAND, Palm Springs Art Museum (Palm Springs), 5:30pm.

Your Mouth A Constellation, JOAN (Mid-City), 7pm; performance, 7:30pm.

REGGAE ON THE BORDER: THE POSSIBILITIES OF A FRONTERA SOUNDSCAPE, Museum of Latin American Art (Long Beach), 7pm.

Film: An Evening With . . . Sam Esmail, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 7:30pm.

REMATCH by Simone Forti & Carmela Hermann Dietrich, Highways Performance Space (Santa Monica), 8:30pm. $20–25. Also December 9.

Bennie Maupin plays The Jewel and The Lotus (1974, ECM), REDCAT (Downtown), 8:30pm. $15–25.

Desert Soul Club, Mod Soul Funk Party, Tonga Hut (Palm Springs), 9pm–1am.

WINDS FROM FUSANG: MEXICO AND CHINA IN THE TWENTIETH CENTURY, USC Pacific Asia Museum (Pasadena).

Saturday, December 9

Quiet Mornings: Art x Mindfulness, The Geffen Contemporary at MOCA (Downtown), 9:30am.

Lecture: Herbert Cole on Mothers and Children in the Arts of Africa, Fowler Museum (Westwood), 11am.

A Step Back In Time, The Perfect Exposure Gallery (Koreatown), 11am–4pm. Continues December 10. 

Holiday Sale, White Lodge (Highland Park), 11am–4pm.

HOLIDAY BAZAAR SHOPPING EVENT, THERE-THERE GALLERY (Hollywood), 12–5pm.

L.A. Makers Pop-Up,  LACE (Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions) (Hollywood), 12–7pm.

Holiday Marketplace, Self Help Graphics & Art (Downtown), 12–5pm.

Quema Del Diablo Music and Arts Festival, Joshua Tree Retreat Center / Center of Mentalphysics (Joshua Tree), 12pm.

Sun and Shadow: Imagining Los Angeles and Mexico City, ca. 1950, lecture by architectural historian Keith Eggener, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 1pm.

The Art Of Creative Manifestation And Entrepreneurialism, Women’s Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 1–4pm. $24–30.

Queer Werkout with Nicola Bullock and Sarah Bouars, Pieter (Lincoln Heights), 1–3pm. $15–20.

MFA Open Studios, UC Riverside (Riverside), 1–5pm.

PST: Video Art in Latin America – Curator Walk Through and Screening, LAXART (Hollywood), 2pm; screening, 3:30pm.

Gingerbread House Workshop, Laguna Art Museum (Laguna Beach), 2–4pm. $10.

Around the Table: Recipes and Stories from The Lark SB, Santa Barbara Museum of Art (Santa Barbara), 2pm.

Artist talk: Katie Crown: Watercolors and Joan Wynn: Alive, TAG Gallery (Santa Monica), 3pm.

M E G A  P H O T O B O O K  S A T U R D A Y!, Arcana Books on the Arts (Culver City), 3–7pm.

37th Annual Black Doll Show, William Grant Still Arts Center (West Adams), 3–6pm.

Michael Queenland, Kristina Kite Gallery (Mid-City), 3–5pm.

1ST CHILDREN’S HOLIDAY GALA, Museum of Latin American Art (Long Beach), 3–6pm.

plant spirit meditation ceremony with tea infusions, Five Car Garage (Santa Monica), 4–5pm.

Terry Leness: Sunshine Muse and Jennifer Bain: A Palimpsest of Time and Place, Lia Skidmore Contemporary Art (Santa Monica), 4–6pm.

Brass Ensemble Concert, CalArts (Valencia), 4–6pm.

Betty Sheinbaum: An Artist, TAG Gallery (Santa Monica), 5–8pm.

Graduate Open Studios, UCLA Graduate Studios (Culver City), 5–8pm.

There is Only One Paul R. Williams, WUHO - Woodbury University Hollywood Outpost (Hollywood), 6pm.

Holiday Echo Park Craft Fair, Mack Sennett Studios (Silver Lake), 6–9pm. Also December 10.

THE ARTYSSEY, Skid Row History Museum & Archive (Downtown), 6–8pm.

SOUTHLAND ENSEMBLE FLUXUS : CONSTRUCTION, Automata (Chinatown), 8pm. $15.

Lou Harrison, Music of the Pacific, REDCAT (Downtown), 8:30pm. $15–25.

Experimental Futures: Alex Wand, Cari Stevens, Molly Allis, Justin Asher, Human Hemingway, OOLA, Pieter (Linoln Heights), 8:30–10pm.

Sunday, December 10

Getting Real With Money, Women’s Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 10am–1pm. Also December 17.

CREATE: A Comedy of Hands/Una comedia de manos, ESMoA (El Segundo), 10am–1pm.

HANUKKAH FESTIVAL LA/LA, Skirball Cultural Center (Brentwood), 11am–4pm.

Nutcracker: The Motion Picture and Where the Wild Things Are, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 11am.

THERE-THERE AND FORYOURART CERAMICS SUNDAY, there-there (Hollywood), 11am–3pm.

COMMUNITY HOLIDAY FESTIVAL, Museum of Latin American Art (Long Beach), 11am–5pm.

Holiday & Cookie Time, 356 Mission (Downtown), 12–5pm.

Tow Truck Towing a Tow Truck, haphazard/ as-is.la (Downtown), 1–5pm.

Performance and Open House, Side Street Projects (Altadena), 1–4pm.

Upcycled Instrument-Making Workshop with Guillermo Galindo and JR Thomason A CraftLab Family Workshop!, Craft and Folk Art Museum (Miracle Mile), 1:30–3:30pm. $5–7.

Studio Sunday on the Front Steps, Santa Barbara Museum of Art (Santa Barbara), 1:30–4:30pm.

Free The Voice!, Women’s Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 2pm. $32–40.

Lecture - Cochineal in the History of Art and Global Trade, The Huntington (San Marino), 2:30pm.

Talk: The Thirtieth Annual Michele and Peter Berton Memorial Lecture on Japanese Art: Bachelors' Passions and Ladies' Crazes: The Gender of Japanism, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 3:30pm.

Performing Wellness With Deborah Seabrook, Women’s Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 8–10pm. $10–20.

Guitars @ CalArts, CalArts (Valencia), 8–10pm.

Studio: Fall 2017, REDCAT (Downtown), 8:30pm. Through December 11.

El Segundo Holiday Parade, various locations (El Segundo).

Monday, December 11

Holiday Music: Vox Feminae, The Huntington (San Marino), 1–2pm.

SCREENINGS   Part of the series The Contenders 2017: Lady Bird, and Q&A with Greta Gerwig, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 7:30pm.

Neighborhoods For All: Tenants’ Rights, Community Participation, & Housing Justice, Women’s Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 7:30–9:30pm.

Tuesday, December 12

Finding Form and Robert Polidori: 20 Photographs of the Getty Museum, 1997, Getty Center (Brentwood), 10am–5:30pm. 

Film: Nocturne, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 1pm.

LAND Annual Holiday Moveable Feast, Carmencita (Hollywood), 6–9pm. $75.

SCREENINGS   Part of the series The Contenders 2017: The Big Sick, and Q&A with Kumail Nanjiani, Emily V. Gordon, and Michael Showalter, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 7:30pm.

Wednesday, December 13

Pierre Fatumbi Verger: Mensageiro Dois Mundos, Fowler Museum (Westwood), 7–9pm.

Community Generated Safety—How it works in Gladys Park and Holiday Party, Skid Row History Museum & Archive (Downtown), 7pm.

In Conversation: Thelma Golden and Gary Simmons, California African American Museum (Downtown), 7pm.

How To Have Hard Conversations: Step 2, Constructive Conflict Communication at Work, Home and Everywhere In Between, Women’s Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 7–10pm. $16–20.

SCREENINGS   Part of the series The Contenders 2017: The Florida Project, and Q&A with Willem Dafoe and Sean Baker, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 7:30pm.