#i need like. Days In Advance notice for irl things so i can prepare for it

[starlightswordfight]

they should invent a new type of autism that does not make you evil when routine is disrupted

[fific7]

Dangerous and Divine - Part 14

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

She’d find some excuse about missing evidence or statements to call him back in, or something along those lines. He was too good a catch to let him escape, and she wasn’t prepared to allow that to happen. And Dinah Madani, as anyone who knew or worked with her soon found out, was one very determined lady.

The weekend following the op, Dinah had literally just sat and wallowed in her apartment, several bottles of wine, takeout and the TV being her only companions. She stewed and stewed about the Russo Situation, as her mind categorised it. She really wasn’t going to let this lie, she was the one who should be with him.

By Wednesday morning, Dinah was sitting in her office scrolling through various witness statements again on her laptop, tapping her pen impatiently on the desk as she did. She’d spent the last two days scrutinising them.

Her mind was working overtime, trying to come up with a plausible excuse for calling Russo back in. It had to be cast-iron, otherwise her co-workers and possibly Russo would smell a rat. She started reading through an eyewitness report from just prior to the shooting; this one might do, as it mentioned seeing Russo (‘tall guy in a black army outfit’) raising his gun just before one of her team had actually shot the guy. She might be able to say she needed him to go over his exact movements at that point, as she didn’t think it had been described in micro-detail in his own statement.

Her internal phone rang, and she grabbed the receiver - it was her boss, the Special Agent in Charge or SAC. “Sir?” His gruff voice sounded annoyed, “Can you come to my office, please?” She frowned, “I’m just going over the -“ but he cut her off, “Now, Madani!” “Of course,” she replied, putting the phone down and getting up from her desk. What’s got his panties in a bunch, she thought as she left her office and headed along the corridor to his.

She knocked and heard a terse “Come in!” and entered his office. One look at his beetroot face made her wish she’d been out on a call somewhere. His blood pressure only ever got this high if some really big boulder of shit had come rolling down the hill and dropped on him.

“Siddown,” he grunted, and waited until she was sitting opposite him. He heaved a big sigh, interlacing his fingers as he placed his hands on the desk in front of him, then stared across at her.

“Dinah... I’ve received two official complaints about you.” She gaped at him. Definitely hadn’t been expecting that.

“What? Who from?!!!” she demanded. He exhaled a breath; even he’d noticed Dinah’s ‘heart-eyes’ for this guy. She wasn’t going to like this.

“Billy Russo, and a friend of his.”

“Oh, let me guess!” She said a name, “That’s his ‘friend’, isn’t it?!” He nodded, “Yes. They both allege that you acted in an unprofessional manner during the case which has just been closed.”

“Unprofessional, how exactly?” she questioned him. His beetroot face went an even more vibrant shade of red, and he cleared his throat, “Russo alleges that you made unwanted sexual advances to him, and that you... uhhh, you engaged in an act of voyeurism while he was having sexual relations with his girlfriend.”

Dinah felt a flush spreading over her face, and she huffed out a breath. “And her? What did she have to add to the mix?” He held her angry gaze, “She said you carried out a totally unnecessary interview with her, solely to obtain information about her relationship with Russo.” She couldn’t stop herself from spitting out, “Huh! Relationship!”

He raised an eyebrow at her, “Dinah, you do seem to be rather more.... interested in Russo than the casework would require? Did you engage in a personal relationship with him during the course of the case?” She crossed her arms over her chest, “No! Well, yes.... to an extent! He took me out for lunches a couple of times and drinks one night, but that’s as far as it went!” More’s the pity, supplied her brain.

“Well, Dinah, I can’t sweep this under the carpet I’m afraid, as they’ve made the complaints official. Their statements have been made and filed with Professional Standards.”

Her eyebrows rose, and for the first time, a sliver of trepidation made its way into her mind. “I see. I didn’t realise it had already been fast-tracked to them.” He shook his head, “Not fast-tracked, Dinah - just following standard procedure. They came in to speak to PS yesterday, and they’ve just contacted me as your line manager to make me - and in turn, you - aware that the complaint’s been filed.” She chewed the inside of her lip; she was having a hard time getting her head around the fact that only two days after he’d come to the final briefing, he’d returned to the office and filed this complaint.

“PS will be in touch with you to arrange a formal hearing to investigate the complaint. They’ll give you a copy of the statements made, and you’ll be able to have an advisor with you.” He looked down at his hands, before meeting her eyes again, “I’m sorry this has happened, Dinah, but it has and things have just got to take their course. I’m not going to suspend you but for the moment, until this is resolved you’ll be on desk duties only.”

Her mouth tightened, but she gave him a brief nod and managed to say almost civilly, “Yes, sir.” He leant back in his chair, “Okay, that’s all for now.” She got up abruptly and left the office, making sure she didn’t slam the door. Although she really, really, wanted to.

She walked back to her office, this unexpected development turning over and over in her mind. She carefully closed her office door, but then kicked her desk viciously, her anger boiling over. This was obviously her idea, thought Dinah, it’s got to be! She just didn’t see Billy as a complaint-filing kinda guy.

Well, his little lady friend would soon find out she picked the wrong woman to fuck with!

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Billy’s eyes opened slowly, and he stretched his arms and legs fully out, yawning. His right hand met empty space - he was by himself in the bed. He sat up and pushed the covers back, leaning over the side of the bed and grabbing his boxer briefs off the floor.

He got up and pulled them on before wandering through to his living area.... ah, there she was. Making coffee and toast for them. Moving silently up behind her like the sniper he was, he grabbed hold of her then burst out laughing as she gave a small shriek.

“Russo! You sneaky bastard, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” His mouth went to the spot behind her ear and he placed a small kiss there, before suddenly licking the entire side of her face. “Russo!” she yelled again, but he heard a small laugh at the end of it. “Mornin’, angel.” He started peppering kisses all over her face and neck, and she laughed again, “Do you want this coffee or not?!” and then just managed to grab a slice of the toast as it came flying out of the toaster. He grabbed it out of her hand and started looking around for the butter and a knife.

“Yeah okay, sweetheart, let’s have our coffee an’ toast. It’s just I didn’t get my Thursday mornin’ kiss when I woke up,” he pouted over at her. She grinned at him, “Oh my god, you know you really are the sappiest of big saps! I’m just not gonna stop calling you out on that. Big bad Marine, yeah right.”

He reached for her and crushed her up against the the worktop, kissing her ferociously and running his hands all over her. He could hear her making little mewling sounds so he upped the ante, sliding his briefs down with one hand, then grabbed her hips and boosted her up onto the counter. He pushed her long t-shirt (actually his t-shirt) up over her thighs and slid his hard-on inside her. He felt her legs wrapping themselves around his waist, pulling him closer to her and settling him in. Billy closed his eyes, head going back at the feeling of being sheathed inside her. He felt like he was losing control of himself, he wanted her so much. He began thrusting, wildly, pushing deep inside her - his brain told him he was going at it like a teenage boy on his first sexual adventure - but he couldn’t stop himself.

Suddenly, he felt himself releasing and gave a long disappointed groan, his forehead dropping onto her shoulder. “Uhhhh... no,” he groaned again, kissing her, “Sorry, angel - got too excited. Couldn’t hold it.”

She leant forward and kissed him, “No need to apologise, tiger... happens to the best of them.” He frowned, “But not to me, sweetheart,” stroking her hair back and kissing her eyebrow, “that’s a first! What are you doin’ to me, woman?!” He had seriously never come so quickly in his life. Thinking back to when he lost his virginity - 15 years old in the group home with one of the older girls - he remembered that even then he’d lasted longer. Not much longer, but still.

He smiled at her, “You know I think I am whipped,” he said, laughing.

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Laughing back at him, she jumped down off the counter and ripped a couple of paper towels off the roll next to the toaster. Dampening them under the tap, she handed one to Billy and they quickly cleaned themselves up. He eased his briefs back up over his slightly damp thighs, and noticed she was going through the lower cupboards. “What’ya lookin’ for, sweetheart?” She opened another cupboard door and peered inside it, “Clorox or whatever....” He opened the cupboard door under the sink and took out a spray bottle, handing it to her with a raised eyebrow.

“Gonna disinfect yourself, angel?” he smirked at her, “I mean I know what my rep was like in the past, but I always wore a condom.” She smacked the bottle against his butt, “Just the countertop, honey... we’ve just had sex on it if you recall!” “Owww! Ahh...okay, right,” he nodded, and she grinned back at him, “I can see I’ve still got some house-training to do for my puppy.” He mock-frowned and smacked her ass lightly, “Not a puppy, sweetheart!”

“I don’t know why you object to that, Billy - puppies are cute!” He popped the toast slices back in the toaster to reheat them a bit, “Puppies piss and shit all over the place and dry-hump people’s legs!” She burst out laughing, “Wow! I didn’t realise you were so puppy-phobic, Russo!” “I’m not! I just don’t want to be compared to one,” he protested. She finished spraying the counter and wiped it all down.

Leaning up, she kissed him softly, “Oh okay... Hurt Male Ego alert!! What d’you wanna be, poppet... a tiger?” She went back to attending to the coffee. “Well, you did call me tiger earlier, so yeah - I can live with that,” he grinned. “I might just call you poppet.” He nudged his shoulder against hers, “You’d better not.” She brandished to coffee pot at him, “Try and stop me!” Just then, Billy heard his phone chime in the bedroom with a new text message.

He strolled back through there and picked it up, his mouth pulling into a line as he saw the sender’s name.

Dinah: Russo, I don’t know what game you think you’re playing, but I want to speak to you about this complaint you’ve filed.

Russo: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Dinah: You owe me an explanation.

Russo: Do I? And an explanation about what? It’s quite straightforward.

Dinah: No it isn’t. You meet me tomorrow at the Chelsea Piers, 10 AM. Then you’ll be nice and close to your little girlfriend and you can go running back to her afterwards.

Ouch, thought Billy, someone’s still jealous.

Russo: OK I’ll meet you for a 5-minute talk and that’s it.

Dinah: And keep this to yourself, Russo.

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Billy walked back through to the kitchen, tapping his phone on his chin as he went, deep in thought. Did he tell her about this, or just keep quiet? He couldn’t work out why Madani was so insistent on an actual meeting. His gut told him nothing good could come from this, he just knew it. He wasn’t absolutely sure of the details, but he was under the impression that Madani should not be in contact with him when there was an active complaint against her. He’d better be damn careful when they met tomorrow.

She’d finished pouring the coffee and buttering the toast and turned to him with a wide smile as he reappeared, holding out a plate and cup to him, “Here you go, poppet.” He took them from her, smiling back and shaking his head, “Poppet! Do I really look like a ‘poppet’?!” he said, following behind her as they left the kitchen area. He leant forward and planted an open-mouthed kiss on her neck. “You look like a big sap,” she laughed back, “but a very sex-ceeee one in just your briefs,” and rubbed her body up against him, making him groan.

As they made their way over to his sofa, he thought to himself that maybe he’d just stay silent about it, his angel was in a good mood and he didn’t want to place a black cloud over the day. Both of them had decided to have a day off from work, he had plans for the two of them and he didn’t want to spoil it all. He made up his mind as he looked over at her, she was smiling at him and his stomach did a backflip as it had been doing a lot lately.

Yeah, he’d just not mention it.

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@blackbirddaredevil23 @galaxyjane @omgrachwrites @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead

[xpao-bearx]

《Original post here》

Part 2 HERE

SUMMARY: [Supernatural TWD AU] In which Negan is a kinky incubus, Rick Grimes is your secret guardian angel, and Daryl Dixon is a gruff monster/demon hunter. Three drastically different men who can only agree on one thing: making you theirs.

PAIRINGS: Reader x Negan, Reader x Rick Grimes, Reader x Daryl Dixon (Polyamorous Ships)

RATING: Mature/18+/Romance & Smut. Please be prepared and do NOT report.

NOTE: This is actually my first time ever writing an xReader story series as well as writing on Tumblr (I usually only write on Wattpad). As such, it probs won't be perfect though I would SERIOUSLY appreciate your *respectful* feedback and support!

I understand writing xReader content can get a lil tricky, so please just keep in mind that not everything Y/N says or does would be something that you'd do IRL or even approve of. Also, sometimes I may not help but put a teeny bit of myself in Y/N...

Lastly, I recently got back into the TWD fandom after a looong ass time and I'm taking a while re-watching the whole show. So I apologize in advance if my portrayal of any of the characters are rusty or I may not remember too much of the events from the show, but I promise to do my very best and hope y'all enjoy~!! \(^o^)/

DEDICATED TO: The wonderful @blccdyknuckles and @negans-attagirl 💖

"Heavenly Sins"

Part 1

The sounds of laughter and easygoing chatter filled your ears as you walked closer to the church, a light breeze blowing through your F/C floral dress and the sun blinding your eyes. It was Sunday, most residents of the small town of Alexandria having gathered for mass.

It was a day like any other; peaceful and happy, children giggling and chasing each other around as their parents socialized outside before church could start.

Your heels clacking rhythmically on the pavement, you were just about to enter the building before a familiar voice called out.

"Y/N!"

Spinning, a huge smile instantly reached your ears as you saw none other than Carl Grimes waving enthusiastically at you as he jumped out of a car. From the driver's seat, his father soon followed as he stepped out.

Rick Grimes--dedicated sheriff of this fine town. His usual uniform forgone, instead replaced with a casual navy coloured suit. His baby blues met your E/C, flashing you a bright smile of his own that rivalled the sun itself.

Carl was running towards you now, and once in front he gave you a big hug.

"Settle down, cowboy! It's as if you haven't seen me in forever." You chuckled, ruffling Carl's hair affectionately.

"That's 'cause it did feel like forever." Carl pouted, eventually letting go as he looked up at you.

Before you can reply, Rick patted Carl's head and greeted you. "Hey, Y/N. How are things?" He asked in that endearing Southern accent of his.

"Just fine." You nodded, grinning before you couldn't help but let your gaze wander around a bit. "No Judith?"

It was then that Rick's smile faltered, but just barely. You nearly didn't catch it. "No. She's with her mom."

Rick was divorced from his ex-wife, Lori, after he discovered her cheating on him with his also now ex-bestfriend Shane Walsh. After the divorce, Shane and Lori quickly moved to the neighbouring community of Woodbury together and agreed on joint custody of the kids.

It really made your blood boil; you've interacted with Lori only a few times before so you didn't really have much of an opinion on her...that is, until, you learned what had happened between her and Rick. You knew it wasn't any of your business, but you cared about Rick a lot and he sure as hell didn't deserve to get cheated on.

"Oh." Was all you could say, quite stupidly. Your cheeks reddened, mentally slapping yourself before clearing your throat. "Will I see her in the daycare tomorrow, though?" You were a daycare teacher and even though you loved all of the kids, Judith was your favourite. She was simply such a sweetheart.

Rick nodded, his smile softening. "You got it."

You couldn't continue the conversation as the bells rang, making you jump out of your skin. Carl, noticing this, laughed which made you playfully roll your eyes before slinging an arm around him as all of you went inside.

♡♡♡

You took your place near the back of the church with Carl and Rick. Once everyone was settled and done singing, the service began and Father Gabriel stood on top of the podium. A few minutes into his sermon, the interruption of a motorcycle revving loudly outside sliced through the air. Gabriel flinched in surprise, and it was obvious he was desperately trying to keep his cool. Finally, when it was silent again, you found yourself biting back a smile knowing all too well who had caused the ruckus.

It seems Rick knew, too, judging from how his jaw clenched and his hands turned into tight fists.

The doors were thrown open, making Gabriel flinch once more and some of the congregation turning in the pews to look. But poor Gabriel quickly fumbled with his Bible, raising his voice just a tad to regain their attention.

There was a low whistle accompanying the approaching footsteps, but the congregation did their damn hardest to ignore the latest visitor.

"Damn... I assumed the church would be a lot more welcoming than this." A husky voice whispered, and you at last couldn't hold back as a smile broke through.

"Negan." You whispered back, turning slightly in your seat to see he has taken the spot behind you. His leather clad arms lackadaisically resting on your chair, the musky scent of his cologne invading your senses oh so wonderfully. "Fancy seeing you here."

"What? Is it really that surprising, darlin'?" He grinned, presenting a row of perfectly straight white teeth. "I go to church."

"Not all the time." You pointed out.

"Ah..." He chuckled softly, hazel eyes twinkling. "That's 'cause Father Creepy McGee over there is just that. Creepy. As. Shit."

You bit the inside of your cheeks, suppressing your laughter. True, Gabriel did have his moments, but he wasn't that bad. That didn't change the fact that Negan knew exactly how to tickle your funny bone, though.

He was new to Alexandria. It was a lovely town, but since it was relatively small not a lot of people want to move here not unless it was families looking for their children to grow up in a safe environment. Which was why it was quite a shock to find out that a single man like Negan chose this destination, and even more so when he took everyone aback with his infamous pottymouth and rather inappropriate charisma.

He had moved just a couple of houses down from yours, and you made it your mission to befriend him. Right from the get-go, he had piqued your interest and curiousity. He was different from everyone else--even possessing an air of mystery about him--and that definitely intrigued you. And also, perhaps you were just too nice and didn't want him to feel outcasted. Although, that didn't seem like an issue to him at all.

"Want one?" You were brought back to reality when you saw Negan's hand outstretched with a pack of cigarettes.

"Dude, we're in church." You reprimanded, frowning.

Negan didn't say anything, only cocking a brow and still with that same shit-eating grin. You sighed, finally giving in as you swiftly grabbed one and stashed it away in your purse for later.

"Y/N." You turned to the left, Rick's icy gaze piercing you. "Pay attention."

"R-Right. Sorry..." You mumbled sheepishly.

Carl, who was sitting in the middle of you and Rick, had dozed off. Rick nudged him, but the brunette only groaned softly and snuggled into Rick's chest. Defeated, the sheriff sighed and was just about to listen again to Gabriel before Negan cut in.

"Rick!" Negan purposely raised his voice, knowing it would get a rise out of the other man. "Didn't even see ya there. Howdy, cowboy!"

Rick grimaced, and it looked like he was just going to ignore Negan though he knew that if he did that then Negan would just irritate him even further. "Good to see you, Negan." He forced himself to say.

"Only you can say that while giving me such a deadly side eye, Grimes." Negan snickered. "How have you been? How's the wife?"

Rick flushed, his fists in a tight ball again and it looked like his nails would be digging into his skin. You abruptly swung into action, placing a hand on Rick's own.

"Rick..." You said gently. "It's okay. Calm down."

Rick did, his shoulders drooping as if a heavy weight had been lifted. He can barely pay any attention to Gabriel now, then you suddenly stood up and grabbed Negan's arm.

"We need to talk. Now."

"What, we going for a quickie?" Negan smirked, but that soon faded when he saw your serious expression. He sighed dramatically, reaching his full height as he towered over you before following you out.

At this point, you didn't care if people saw what transpired or would even start gossiping. No one, not even Negan, was allowed to harass Rick. He has helped you through so much shit--more than you'd like to admit--and you at least owed him this much.

Once outside, next to where Negan parked his motorcycle, you exploded. "What the fuck is with you?! You leave Rick alone, or I swear to fucking Christ I will--"

"Woah, woah, woah! Hold your horses, missy!" Negan guffawed, his hands up in mock surrender. "I mean, I like 'em feisty, but goddamn! Watch your fucking language."

"Tch. You're one to talk."

"Did you just scoff at me?" He raised his brows, putting his hands in his pockets as he slowly drew closer to you. A devilish grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, tilting his head slightly. "No one's ever fucking scoffed at me and didn't regret it soon after."

You frowned, letting out a huff as you met his gaze challengingly. "As if you'd do anything to me."

He was silent for several moments before chuckling, leaning back against his motorcycle. "You're right. I have too much of a soft spot for ya." He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it then taking a drag. He drew his head upwards, puffing out the smoke. "Whaddya say we just forgive and forget? I truly am sorry. You can even tell Rick that I am metaphorically down on my goddamn knees begging for forgiveness~"

"I'm not forgiving or forgetting anything until you actually face Rick and apologize yourself." You muttered. And without another word, you spun on your heel and strutted back inside the church with your head held high.

Negan's intent stare lingered where your ass had just been, taking another long drag and letting out a small laugh to himself.

His eyes suddenly glowed a crimson red, a smirk playing on his lips.

Oh, he really did pick a GREAT one.

[neurodecadence]

Sorry in advance bc I don't think I've subjected you to this before but Do The Prime Numbers

the only apology I need is for making me remember maths

2 (cause one doesn't count as a prime, right? I never got why though) "what's your favorite horror subgenre?" I love found footage. I know it's cliched and dumb, all that jazz, but I love the whole cinema verite (to sound pretentious) vibes of the whole thing. I know it's fake, I know the undead didn't kill a whole town in southern texas, I know a monster didn't destroy new york, I know there's not an asylum in toronto haunted by the ghosts of patients subjected to satanic abuse (actually considering the history of asylums, you never know on that one) but it FEELS real, like I'm seeing something I'm not supposed to. The low budget only amplifies the joy for me.

3 "you're planning a horror movie marathon with your friends - which movies are you picking?" Grave Encounters (love the genius locii/house of leaves stuff going on there), Halloween (classic), Southbound (great anthology horror, highly recommend), and capping it off with Evidence, so we can all go to bed going "what the FUCK did you just put in front of me"

4 "you can go back in time and watch a horror movie of your choice on its premiere - which movie are you going to see?" Alien, the first one. I'd kill to be there for the chestburster scene for the FIRST TIME EVER, it's not even a question

5 "if you were a character in a horror movie, what kind of movie would it be? what kind of character would you be? what would be your fate?" It's a found footage, and I'm the camera holder's best pal and genre savvy, funny sidekick. I make it through most of the movie, my jokes breaking the tension (even if I do get yelled at in an important character building scene for making light of the situation, where I break down and explain it's cause I'm frightened too). Late in the film it's just me, the camera holder, and their love interest, a chance to escape appears, but the threat is just behind us; someone is going to have to make a final stand to let the others go. The main character say's they'll do it, but I stop them and tell them I won't let them, they need to get out of here. My final lines are "You know me, this is always how I've wanted to go out, keeping my best friend safe and looking like a total badass" As they flee the camera is turned back, showing flashes of light, banging, and me yelling cliches and one liners at the monsters I beat back, until a strangled cry, and then nothing.

7 "answer for real life vs if you were a slasher movie character: a murder has occurred. somebody you knew, though only in passing, got knifed by some psycho killer and the whole town is in shock. the school fool has taken it upon themselves to throw a party in the midst of all of this, "to celebrate life", as they say. - you get an invitation but are you going to the party?"

Fuuuuuuck no, and not just cause I'm not a party kind of gal in the first place (well, maybe a chill drinks and background music kinda shindig). I'm also encouraging people I know to not go, cause it's genuinely pretty disrespectful, might invite some friends so we can share any memories we have and share a quiet evening. In real life, that's about where it ends, probably. In a slasher, we probably get knifed BEFORE the big party, one of us makes it out, runs to the party covered in blood yelling about the killer, causing a panic that only makes things worse when the stabbing starts. You just can't win when you got a Jason type bastard on the loose, can you?

11 "answer for real life vs if you were a slasher movie character: you escaped the killer but your friends are still stuck on their hunting ground, hiding and running for their lives. do you go back for them?"

Hell yeah I do! I'm running that cunt down with my car (which would probably be a prius everyone else made fun of earlier, making it more dramatically and comedically satisfying). IRL, the killer is now pavement jam. In a film, we might have a problem.

13 "you're offered the chance to privately talk to a horror villain of your choice, currently kept secure in a government facility. your safety during the encounter is guaranteed. do you take the offer? and if you do, who do you pick? why?"

No, I can't think of any that could tell me anything I'm, like, desperate to know. Anything worth that effort. Maybe Pinhead, to ask about the cosmology of the world, but he'd probably say some shit that made me go mad and, like, die horribly. Also I don't think I'm smart enough to "get" it.

17 "would you rather have chucky try and transfer his soul into your body or have the sawyer family try and put you on their dinner table?"

Sawyers. You never win VS that bastard doll, but leatherface is still human. Barely, but still.

19 "the asker gets to make up a would-you-rather question of their own."

Apparently the question was "do you wanna see if you can remember the primes, or ignore it and not risk embarrassing yourself" The answer is that I have very little pride or shame left, and I like answering questions too much to ignore it c:

23 "what are some things that give you the total creeps? places, items, even certain times that you try to avoid whenever possible?"

So, okay, it's well known that I'm a brainweird bitch (read: legitimately mentally ill, but trying to be cool about it), but also sometimes I just... See shit. I know logically it's probably visual hallucinations, or memory problems, pareidolia, or a sensible explanation for deja vu. BUT There is SOME shit I have seen that I can't ignore. Houses that don't make sense no matter how I look at them, the moonwatcher, catghosts, and that one thing I will not talk about because I just know in the back of my skull that it doesn't like being noticed. A lot of these are benevolent, or just not paying attention (the catghosts in particular are very chill, if a little bothersome some days), but there are some I will go out of my way to avoid or ignore. Maybe I'm being silly, hell, almost definitely, but I don't care. I don't want to poke at things I don't understand, only to find out it was a sleeping bear.

29 "29. are you dressing up this halloween?"

Shit I don't know if I'll get the chance. If I do.... Oh! I got it! I'm gonna go as my own corpse, being wheeled around in my wheelchair by my pal dressed as an evil spooky nurse! Grim, spooky, kinda funny when I stop playing dead and perk up to go "The punch is fantastic, by the way!", AND I get to have gruesome blood and injuries all over- it's perfect!

31 "make a list: halloween preparation shopping list."

Halloween ain't such a big thing down here in Aotearoa, sadly. I like to make a deal of it, but no one else does. Still, candy for handing out, a mix of some cheap bulk mix kids can get a handful of, and some nicer mini candy bars I can hand out one at a time. Costume supplies, fake cobwebs, and some other lil decorations. I'd love to own a house and go all out for it one year, but for now I can be content with the lil paper skeleton I have hanging in my room.

37 "it's halloween! the clock strikes midnight and at the edge of town, a witch is trying to summon you. what items will she need for the spell to work?"

I mean it's halloween, and it's a witch, so she's already mostly done. Aside from that... A plastic skull, A dvd copy of a crappy horror film, a 2 liter of sugar free coke, a crystal bell, and a chunk of rose quartz. AND a smooch- no way am I passing up that chance!

Thank you for all these questions, I had an absolute blast answering these!

[bluebeirry]

Ai/Ignis- Playing Playmaker?

Random VRAINS theory time!

So re-watching episode 1 and I notice something funny: there’s several times in the episode where we see Yusaku through the lens of a nearby camera. Interesting, but then it doesn’t happen again in future episodes.

Not only that, but in the first on-screen duel Playmaker has, we see Ai/Ignis clearly watching the duel in hiding. Then a few episodes later (I think ep 3 but I’m not positive), we learn that Ai knows that Yusaku doesn’t like attention. He dismisses it as “knowing many things when you’re on the net,” but that got me thinking.

What if the camera-scenes in Episode 1 aren’t just funny shots- what if Ai was actually watching Yusaku specifically? If so, it explains why Ignis knows that “Yusaku doesn’t want to stand out” and tries to excuse having this knowledge with a vague statement about the internet itself- he doesn’t want Yusaku to know that he used to spy on him. As I looked into this, I started noticing a number of interesting things.

Long ramble-list beneath the cut, you can skip to the second list to find the conclusions I draw from the evidence listed in the first list.

The first and second camera-shots occur in Yusaku’s classroom, when he’s talking to Naoki. It’s around the beginning and end of Yusaku’s Establishing Character Moment- when he shows his intelligence by analyzing Naoki, his hidden affection by saying three nice things, and- most importantly- this is the scene where he mentions the “three monster zone” type of dueling. A scene that gets replayed later, when Yusaku realizes from this very conversation that he already knew about speed duels.

When Ignis is spotted, it’s due to him manifesting right where four standard-issue drones were hanging out. You can tell they’re standard issue because they show up a few episodes later to punish those guys who are speed dueling illegally. They weren’t made to seek Ignis, and they’re not very inconspicuous.

When Akira is meeting with the “chess board,” Bishop says “Is it trus Ignis has reappeared?” “Reappeared,” not “been seen recently. Though nobody says “we haven’t seen Ignis in five years,” they go over why catching Ignis is important. Which is something that you don’t do for a job someone performs on a regular basis, unless you’re reprimanding someone for failing repeatedly. Bishop seems very calm and neutral towards Zaizen, and Zaizen contributes to the explanation. When someone is being chewed out, it’s generally best to let the talker talk, but when someone is going over a task, contributing your own knowledge of the task makes you seem equipped and prepared for the job.

Likewise, Specter and Revolver seem to have a similar type of talk. Furthermore, Specter says “We’ve found a lead on Ignis.” Not “we have a good lead” or “we’ve found another lead,” “we’ve found a lead” as though this is an unusual event. Furthermore Specter brings up Playmaker and says “he’ll interfere,” but Yusaku has never heard of Ignis before this day, so Playmaker couldn’t have interfered in any previous attempts to catch Ignis. So Playmaker hadn’t interfered in the past for this mission and there’s no particular reason given for Specter to think he’d start interfering now- unless it’s just that Playmaker has been interfering in every mission, so of course this one will be no different.

The third camera-shot happens outside the van- more than that, it also shows something on the screen popping up several text boxes around the van itself. This didn’t happen in the first and second shots. Also, the van is where Shoichi keeps his technology.

Shoichi says that Den city’s network security has been strengthened after Yusaku asks if there’s anything new. Furthermore, Shoichi presents the information that SOL tech is looking for something and that it’s an AI like this is new information- he says “It seems SOL Tech is looking for something,” not “Like that time...” or “It’s similar to the one they used when...” Also, “I heard it’s an AI program” is said after Yusaku asks “what for.”

The fourth camera-view shot happens when Yusaku and Shoichi are working on making a trap for Ignis. Now the camera doesn’t show the computer screens, but if Ignis is in the camera it’s pretty likely he got to it through the computer its attached to- and thus can see what Yusaku and Shoichi were doing on it. Also, the camera on the computer actually blinks- and IRL when someone hacks a computer camera, you can sometimes tell that they’ve done so because a light next to the camera will go on, or will blink at a changed pace, or start blinking (depends upon the model, as far as I know).

When escaping from the scan, Ignis says over and over “Where’s an escape route! Where? Where? Where is it!” Not “I need to escape!” Not “An escape route? A hiding spot?” When you’re tackling a problem, especially with computers, there’s almost always multiple methods to try to find the solution. But Ignis latches onto one possibility and sticks to it- he needs to find an escape route specifically.

If my initial theory is correct, that the camera-POV scenes are all shown from Ignis’ POV, then I can draw the following conclusions from these scenes.

Ignis knew that Yusaku is intelligent, and that he knows about Speed Duels, before he was captured

Ignis either made a very stupid mistake, or he can’t determine the surroundings of an area he manifests in on VRAINS.

If it’s the former, then he made a mistake in a situation where he has no apparent reason to be under stress, pressure, or any other condition that commonly lead people to make stupid mistakes. This was after five years of successful evasion, and you’d think if he was in the habit of regularly making stupid mistakes he’d have been caught earlier, or at least people would be tracking him regularly.

If it’s the latter, then we have the same argument as above- why wasn’t Ignis captured earlier, or at least spotted.

We can tell that Ignis hasn’t been regularly spotted, from the conversation Akira has with Bishop. It seems this is the first chance SOL Tech has had to catch Ignis in five years.

Likewise, from Revolver and Specter’s conversation, it seems that Hanoi hasn’t seen any hint of Ignis in years either.

Ignis analyzed Shoichi’s van- and likely figured out how advanced the van is, so he knows Yusaku has access to good computers.

More proof that nobody’s seen Ignis until he messed up that day.

Ignis knew that Yusaku and Shoichi were planning to make a trap for him.

Ignis wasn’t just trying to get away- he wanted to get away by one specific means. The specific escape route that Yusaku and Shoichi built for him. He was looking for something someone had made for him.

In short, Ignis wanted to be “captured” by Yusaku. He deliberately set himself up so that he could get close to Yusaku, orchestrating the mass-search because he knew it would get Yusaku’s attention. Yusaku didn’t just catch Ignis- Ignis chose him.

Remember in yugioh we’ve had characters who manipulate our heroes before, especially using the Wounded Gazelle Gambit. It wouldn’t be too far off for Ignis to be lying about the lack of memories- to be putting himself in this role for a reason. Some of them are pretty good actors- at least until the audience finds out their true motives, at which point the camera focuses on every little slip-up to ensure that the viewers understand what’s really going on in this person’s head.

Furthermore, it would explain why Ignis is so warm and helpful to someone who literally kidnapped him. He sees Yusaku as a partner and not a captor because Yusaku didn’t make Ignis do something he didn’t want to- Ignis holds no grudge against him because Yusaku is doing exactly what Ignis wants.

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Writer's Life - Raven's Cry ARC Squad Spotlight!

*Squeals and runs around in the background, flailing* It's release week for Raven's Cry!!! Man, what a rollercoaster of emotions. As my fellow writers are painfully aware, any book release is accompanied by a sweet and sharp cocktail of excitement, terror, relief, and sleeplessness. You know what makes it better, though?

Your squad.

These are all the angels who support you in various ways throughout the writing and publication process. Today, however, I want to highlight my ARC squad.

ARC = Advance Reader/Review Copy

An ARC reader has several jobs. Firstly, they read the book. Pretty self explanatory, but ARC readers are also your hype men and women. They talk up the book before the release and provide reviews for it, which is a frickin' treasure. So I'm gonna go ahead and feature all these awesome peeps right now.

Alex of The Paperback Piano - Alex is an absolute dear and one of the readiest readers I've ever met. Ohmigoodness, can she tear through a book! And she takes such gorgeous pictures! 😍 Go read her book reviews! They're delightful and insightful! Site and Instagram

Author KJ Chapman - I did an interview with KJ and an ARC read/review of her book, Zombie Playlist, a while back. That was the one I had to make popcorn for because it was so much like watching an action movie! KJ writes fun, awesome books, and she's such a devoted mama and all around fantastic person. Oh! And she writes in a bunch of different genres, so you're bound to find something you'll enjoy in her catalogue. Site and Instagram

Author Faith Rivens - Faith is legit one of the kindest, most encouraging people I've ever met. You may remember my review of her book, Eléonore, and the kick-awesome-est opening line ever!

"There were demons to kill, but first I needed a cup of coffee."

Giiiiiiiiirl. Love that line! 😆  Faith has an editing service, Inky Squid, too, in case you're in the market for that sort of thing. Site and Instagram

Chandra of Where the Reader Grows - Like Alex, Chandra can chomp through a book like nobody's business! She runs one of my favorite book blogs, and I'm not even that into her primary genres: thrillers, suspense, and horror. I just love the way she talks and thinks about books, and she provides brilliant recommendations. This year for Christmas, I got everyone in my family books. My big sis likes thrillers, so I went straight to Chandra for ideas, and boy did she deliver! Site and Instagram

Author DJ Gray - I was fortunate enough to meet and then subsequently be kidnapped by DJ Gray in the autumn of last year. Across state lines even! Serious stuff. 😏 She is a wonderful, kind human being, super fun person, and excellent writer. I've only gotten to read her short stories so far, but you know I'mma get my hands on her first book toot sweet! Site and Instagram

Author James Fahy - You may have heard me gush about James' books here, or perhaps here... and here too. I'm not ashamed to admit it, okay? I'm a massive Helsing/Erlkinger (aka fangirl of James Fahy's books). He does a paranormal series (Phoebe Harkness) and a YA/MG fantasy series (The Changeling series), and I love them both! James also has a talent for awesome book videos. See below for the awesome thing he made for my book baby, Raven's Cry! Site and Instagram

Now would also probably be a good time to mention how bloody terrifying it is recruiting potential ARC readers. James was one of the last folks I reached out to because I had a mini heart attack each time I contacted one of the folks mentioned here, and I needed a break between cardiac events. Imagine me on the phone with my big sis, preparing myself for rejection by saying, "You know what. I bet none of them will say yes. They're busy. They have lives. It's fine. It's fine!" Why did I freak out? It had nothing to do with any of them (you may have noticed they're all lovely, wonderful, sweet people) and everything to do with me and my insecurities. It was because I have oodles of respect for every single one of these people as both readers and authors. They all write insightful reviews and think critically about the craft of writing, they're accomplished and talented in their own areas, and I value them all as both peers and friends. It's an enormous gift for anyone to read your books, let alone agree to take on ARC responsibilities*.

Author Beverley Lee - Beverley is another author I get quite fangirly/gushy over. Her writing is perfect! I mean that in every way. If you know me at all, you know I don't say lightly. I'm fairly certain she's the only person for whom I've ever rated all their books at 5 stars. See my reviews of her first (The Making of Gabriel Davenport) and second (A Shining in the Shadows) books to see what I mean. Beverley smashes genre-walls like she was born to do it, and I am so happy I ventured outside of my usual categories to read her books because I've never looked back. I would also be remiss if I didn't mention what a wonderful human being Beverley Lee is because I have consistently spelled her name wrong for over a year, and she has been nothing but a sweetheart about it. Site and Instagram

Author Sarina Langer - Can you guys keep a secret? I think Sarina might have a couple of clones walking around. She is hands-down the most productive person I know. Sincerely, I think Sarina does the work of five people in a single day. She writes books, works full time, runs an editing business, and she just released a guide for self-publishing your books. You can find that on her website when you sign up for her newsletter. She's also running a serial fiction story called All That I Can Be on her website too, which I have been super enjoying, so I recommend checking out that too. And she wrote a great piece for this blog too: 10 Things You Need to Know Before Hiring an Editor. See what I mean? Little Miss Productivity! Site and Instagram

Catheryn of The Book Lioness - Catheryn was another person I have been fortunate enough to meet IRL. I met her at The Southern Festival of Books last year, and we discussed her doing some reviews for me... and then I promptly forgot after the festival ended. Professional and awesome person that she is, though, Catheryn contacted me to follow up, and I am so grateful she did because you know my scattered brain might never have gotten its stuff together. Site and Instagram

I LOVE YOU ALL, MY AWESOME ARC SQUAD!!! 😄  🙌  💗

*Curious how to find great ARC readers? Well, you could just sling your hook to every Tom, Dick, and Jane. That is, ask everyone and anyone, but personally I don't think this is the best method. For one thing, some people just want free books with no intention of reviewing them. For another, no offense, but nothing turns me off of someone faster than getting a message from them asking for a book review when we have little to no relationship. I know some of y'all aren't gonna like this, but I 100% believe you have to work for it and develop relationships. I'm not saying you need to become besties, but at least offer something in return - a review of one of their books in exchange, promotion, something. You know the old adages "you scratch my back; I'll scratch yours" and "treat others the way you want to be treated"? Yeah, that's what community is about. Supporting one another and being kind, so invest in other people, and they'll likely return the favor.

As an extra treat, here are some pretty character aesthetics I made for some of my Raven's Cry crew. Enjoy!

And don't forget, you can get a taste of the Broken Gears world by becoming a VIP Newsletter subscriber. Subscribing gets you access to all my VIP short stories, including Figs and Fae, which I wrote especially for the release of Raven's Cry.

Thanks for reading!

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Art F City: This Week’s Must-See Art Events: Have Your Cake & Smash It Too

Video still from Jen Catron and Paul Outlaw’s piece for the show “Cake Hole” at Mrs. We can’t wait to see the context for this!

Welcome to the new normal. We at AFC have noticed a decline in artistic output from Brooklyn’s DIY scene as of late, while commercial galleries and institutions in Manhattan (and a few in Queens) have been gearing-up for battle mode with politically-charged programming. We’re hoping this is because everyone in Brooklyn is too busy thinking about resistance, and not because they’ve fled the country.

Tuesday night, The New School is hosting a talk about female bodies online, and Wednesday, the New Museum is opening a massive Raymond Pettibon show. After checking it out, head down the block to ICP, where curators will be discussing the loaded Perpetual Revolution: The Image and Social Change. More talks will come Thursday, such as the Brooklyn Museum’s call to defend immigrants and the Flux Factory/ABC No Rio potluck/opening/discussion about artists’ mutual aid in times like these. Friday night, take a break from political angst to get lost in the dreamy paintings of Jordan Kasey at Nicelle Beauchene, or the likely dreamier office set E.S.P. TV has staged at Pioneer Works. The weekend brings more great art and opportunities for creative resistance: be sure to check out the Queens Museum’s event to build climate change resistance coalitions between artists and activists.

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Theresa Lang Community and Student Center, Arnhold Hall, The New School

55 West 13th Street New York, NY 6:30 p.m. - 8:30 p.m. Website

On Feminism, Our Bodies Online

If you’re a cyberfeminist who’s ever been banned from Instagram, or anyone who has run in the art-school circles of Tumblr, this talk’s for you. Join female net artists for a conversation “on how women wield images of their bodies online as a tool of power and/or as sexual objectification, exploring the question of who is allowed to use their body in this way.” That’s a loaded question, one that’s certainly divided many feminists of different schools of thought. This ought to get juicy.

Panelists: Johanna Fateman, Ann Hirsch, Amanda Hunt, André Singleton, moderated by Carmen Winant

Wed

New Museum

235 Bowery New York, NY 10:00 a.m. - 6:00 p.m. Website

Raymond Pettibon: A Pen of All Work

Fans of Raymond Pettibon, rejoice! Curated by Gary Carrion-Murayari and Massimiliano Gioni, this will be the first major museum retrospective dedicated to artist who defined so much of punk’s visual culture. For decades, Pettibon has caricatured American culture, from its naive idealism to counterculture rebellions to the fucked-up mess that is today. Hundreds of pieces spanning the artist’s career will be here, as will a fully-illustrated catalog. To any secret admirers out there, that’s a dream Valentine’s Day gift.

International Center of Photography

250 Bowery New York, NY 6:30 p.m. - 8:30 p.m.Website

Curators' Talk: Perpetual Revolution; The Image and Social Change

ICP’s exhibition Perpetual Revolution: The Image and Social Change has been generating quite a bit of buzz in our circles due to its timely focus on imaging political issues from protests to climate change. Opinions seem to be mixed about the show, but that should make this talk even more compelling. I’m particularly interested in the collection “The Right-Wing Fringe and the 2016 Election.”

Curated by Cynthia Young, Carol Squiers, Susan Carlson, Claartje van Dijk, Joanna Lehan, Kalia Brooks, Quito Ziegler

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Brooklyn Museum

200 Eastern Parkway Brooklyn, NY 6:30 p.m. - 8:30 p.m.Website

Defending Immigrant Rights: A Brooklyn Call to Action

The Brooklyn Museum is partnering with the Brooklyn Community Foundation to present this meeting about the crisis wrought by Trump’s terrible immigration policies. This is probably one of the most important things you could be doing in a museum this week.

With Linda Sarsour, Arab American Association of New York; Murad Awawdeh, New York Immigration Coalition; Carl Lipscombe, Black Alliance for Just Immigration; Lisa Schreibersdorf, Brooklyn Defenders Services; and Nayim Islam, DRUM/Desis Rising Up and Moving. Moderated by Cecilia Clarke, President and CEO of Brooklyn Community Foundation. Panelists represent community-based organizations funded through the foundation’s newly established Immigrant Rights Fund. Presented in collaboration with the Elizabeth A. Sackler Center for Feminist Art.

Flux Factory

39-31 29th Street Queens, NY 7:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m.Website

Against Competition/Towards Mutual Aid

Legendary L.E.S. punk cultural center ABC No Rio is in exile while their structurally unsound former home is rebuilt. Fortunately, Long Island City’s Flux Factory is hosting events co-presented by the Manhattan institution while it’s temporarily homeless. I can’t think of a better working arrangement for two art spaces to present this show.

The premise of  Against Competition/Towards Mutual Aid is that artists need to work together (in many different senses) rather than competing, as the capitalist system would have us believe. This exhibition is the result of collaborations that involved idea, tool, or skill sharing across disciplines. The opening features a potluck and the panel discussion Artist as Ally.

Artists: Razan AlSalah, Rachel Brown, Lee Brozgol, Kerry Cox, Elizabeth Demaray, Rachel Haberstroh, Robert Hieger, Rachel Hillery, Christopher Lin, Jemila MacEwan, Firoz Mahmud, Liz Naiden, Anatole Hocek, Patrícia Silva, Alex Strada, Julieta Triangular, Moira Williams, Ariel Zakarison, Joanie Fritz Zosike.

This project is organized by ABC No Rio Visual Arts Collective members Vandana Jain, Mike Estabrook, Brian George, and Steven Englander, and Flux Factory Artists-In-Residence Eleni Theodora Zaharopoulos and Christina Freeman.

The Kitchen

512 West 19th Street New York, NY 8:00 p.m.Website

Raúl De Nieves & Colin Self : The Fool

Raúl De Nieves and Colin Self are two of New York’s best genre and gender bending visual artists. I can only imagine what this performance—a four-part chamber opera—is going to look like. Both artists’ practices flirt with fashion, music, drag, and a variety of media and aesthetics. An opera sounds like the perfect synthesis of all of the above.

Starring Colin Self as the Old Woman, Raúl De Nieves as The Fool and the Dog, Alexandra Drewchin as the Child, and Mehron Abdollmohammadi as the Mother. Organized by Matthew Lyons.

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Nicelle Beauchene Gallery

327 Broome Street New York, NY 6:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m.Website

Jordan Kasey: Exoplanet

I’ve been fortunate enough to have spent a lot of time looking at Jordan Kasey’s work. In Baltimore, I’ve lived close to several of her murals, and I’ve always found them haunting. Her paintings have an eerie quality—forms are rendered with a variety of individual spatial logics, meaning figures or objects might pop out from the surface or float in ambiguous planes. They’re the type of painting that remind me why seeing the medium IRL will never be obsolete.

Pioneer Works

159 Pioneer Street Brooklyn, NY 7:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m.Website

E.S.P. TV: WORK

E.S.P. TV, the collaborative mobile television program from Scott Kiernan and Victoria Keddie, is giving Pioneer Works a screen-ready makeover. They’ve relocated all of the art space’s offices and workers to the main gallery, where the organization’s 9-5 work will take place in a film set version of their office. This includes bluescreens and other interventions that sound like the space will feel a bit like a soap opera. Knowing what the nonprofit art world is like, we’re expecting this to be pretty entertaining.

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Gavin Brown's enterprise

291 Grand St New York, NY 12:00 p.m. - 6:00 p.m.Website

Bjarne Melgaard & Bjørg: The Casual Pleasure of Disappointment

Who knows what to expect from this show? Gavin Brown’s website features a flyer promising a “new streetwear collection” and “sex booths”, along with this video, which compels us to “ESCAPE THE ENDLESS OPTIMISTIC SPIRIT” and CGI porn of Jar-Jar Binks fucking Queen Amidala (or perhaps one of her lookalike bodyguards?) Whatever this exhibition is going to look like, we’re prepared for a healthy dose of Melgaard’s dark comedic sensibility. Maybe some good-old-fashioned gallows humor is just what we need.

chashama 266

266 West 37th Street New York, NY 6:00 p.m. - 8:30 p.m.Website

Vita Eruhimovitz: Alternative Facts

What a well-named exhibition! The subjectivity of reality has never been a more hot-button issue, and Eruhimovitz’s work fits nicely into the discourse of false promises. Her sculptures and multi-media pieces address synthetic landscapes, idealized lifestyle branding, and pastoral romanticism in consumer culture. Appropriately, in a month when our EPA has been gutted, these fantasies and objects of desire speak “to the beauty of technological advance and toxic waste.”

Mrs.

60-40 56th Drive Queens, NY 6:00 p.m. - 9:00 p.m.Website

Cake Hole

The event description here features a surprisingly interesting history of cakes in western civilization from Jennifer Coates. If that’s any indication, a show all about cakes might be as smart as it is fun-sounding. Mostly, we’re looking forward to seeing whatever perpetual AFC favs Jen Catron and Paul Outlaw have cooked up. They never disappoint.

Artists: Jen Catron and Paul Outlaw, Robert Chamberlin, Caroline Wells Chandler, Jennifer Coates, Will Cotton, Gary Komarin, Aubrey Levinthal, Tracy Miller, Walter Robinson, Amy Stevens, Mie Yim

Presented in collaboration with Doppelgänger Projects

Sun

Queens Museum

New York City Building, Flushing Meadows Corona Park Queens, NY 2:00 p.m. - 5:00 p.m.Website

Care as Culture: Artists, Activists and Scientists Build Coalitions to Resist Climate Change

Facilitated through Mierle Laderman Ukeles’ “Peace Table,” this discussion invites artists and activists to share strategies for combating the ever-worsening threat of climate change. This will kick-off with case studies from the field. Now that we basically have to operate on the assumption that the federal government is doing the opposite of preventing the looming disaster, it’s up to us plebes to figure something out.

Presenters include Newton Harrison, The Natural History Museum, Natalie Jeremijenko, and Mary Mattingly. Respondents include Carol Becker, Francesco Fiondella, Allan Frei, Hope Ginsburg, Alicia Grullon, Amy Lipton, Lisa Marshall, Jennifer McGregor, Aviva Rahmani, Jason Smerdon, Stephanie Wakefield, and Marina Zurkow.

Lesley Heller Workspace

54 Orchard Street New York, NY 6:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m.Website

A Room Behind A Room: Recent Trends in Video Art

Curated by Lenore Malen, this show surveys diverse approaches to using ever-more accessible digital video techniques. This includes Jun Hee Mun’s experiments with Freeware, and a piece from Ingrid Zhuang (pictured) in which the artist’s severed body navigates a video-gamescape of mutant genetically engineered foods.

Artists: Sarah Lasley, Jung Hee Mun, Alona Weiss, Ingrid Zhuang.

Leslie Heller is also opening two other exhibitions that night: Monika Zarzeczna’s Recent Sculptures in the front gallery and Struck Off Center, curated by Brigitte Mulholland in the workspace. That show includes work by Jeff Fichera, Dan Gratz, Emily Hass, Clinton King, Raphael Zollinger, Vidvuds Zvedris

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