#Da Bronx

[cellny]

Eric Orr

[jackmkelly]

kinda obsessed with how some random tuesday in november 2022 newsies uk started and brooklyn was all girls and that was that. i never looked back. havent referred to the brooklyn newsies as men since. those girls r so important to me.

[rhapsodyinviridescentgold]

I had a horrible thought the other day:

Did Cyrlinnaril ever tell anyone just HOW long she was alone in the forest for? Because I think it would be both relieving for Erestor to know that she wasn’t in the forest since she was like 5 equivalent, and also horrifying for him to find out that she was alone, in a forest, for five years.

She 100% did not tell anyone. Not even out of a desire to keep it secret but bc she's a silly goose who doesn't see why it matters. Her life is split into Before Erestor and After Erestor and the Before stuff is boring and gross and doesn't matter. who cares????

(everyone else. everyone else cares.)

[xthefamex]

𝐀-𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭 𝐃𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 🎨 | @𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 🤞🏾

[futurebird]

Friendly reminder that, as someone who lives in NYC, in the South Bronx (represent!) and who works in Manhattan and Brooklyn ... nothing has changed in this city because of immigration. You'd need to send like half a million people here before we'd even notice, and we'd mostly like it?

More stores are open. I'm amused that outdoor dining continues and I hope it never ends (LOL suck it cars.) That's the news from da big city, ya'll.

[aceofspades-sml]

Look I love the Brooklyn girlsies with all my heart okay ? But also I miss Smalls and Sniper so much like. What happened to my Bronx girls.

[unofficially-racetrack]

GUYS I JUST FOUND THE ONE NEWSIES PICTURE IVE ABSOLUTELY NEEDED

[iamfjp]

Puto comes out Jan 6

[pebble-gittins]

Newsies OC

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Name: Polly Gittins

Nickname: Pebble

Age: 14

Pronouns: She/Her

Height: 5’3

Location: Bronx

Likes: Collecting rocks, sunrises, and noodles

Dislikes: Darkness, small spaces, and bugs

(i actually have like zero idea how to run one of these but it’s just for fun so i guess it’s fine)

(also she’s not very fleshed out yet so she’s just a little silly goose right now)

[virovizion]

Watch "5God Interview on from da Seoul dropped the same day Kay flock turned his self in why ???" on YouTube

[jackmkelly]

so many people have heard sos da bronx from a woman again and im not one of them

[violentdevotion]

i know all of these intimately it's not my fault idk what a borough is

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

[khalidongod]

R&B Sh!t

u like bringing up the past so I find it kinda funny, ima take u back in time so I can teach how to love me.