#Work In Progress New York

[politijohn]

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[kitskull]

Someone compared my art to similar style of the glass stain in KH sooooo here is “The Adjuster” or “whatever name you call him” as a KH character.

This is a work in progress. Will finish the outline and color tomorrow. My tablet pen was on 5% so couldn’t finish tonight.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

A children's class at the Harlem Art Workshop, at the 135th Street branch of the public library. Susan McIver is teaching in the Works Progress Administration's Federal Art Project, ca. 1933-34.

Photo: Posterazzi

[fishiebones]

Little marinara WIP because I suppose that's just what I post now😭

I haven't been able to breathe out of my nose for the past week because northeastern falls are brutal and my allergies flare up from mid September until March so... I fear I may be cooked.

[thewhizzyhead]

one day I wish I could actually like understand songwriting especially for theatre so that I can I dunno actually put to use the random tunes I have in my head that just spontaneously appear while I'm doing the most mundane of shit. anyways patron has the concept of an opening number now

[lionofchaeronea]

Blossom Restaurant, 103 Bowery, Berenice Abbott, 1935

[midnighthopeful-blog]

[esco-gambino]

That Blockwork hits different when it’s legit. We may have to curb our pride but, now we carry on leaving our vulching fears roadside… 🧱🚧💨

[rogerdemuthdesign]

The Barn Studio mid summer. The Couch and Black & white TV are part of the Living Room Tableau for "The Painted Room".

[avatarskywalker78]

Once again it's WIP Wednesday so here's a couple snippets from two of my wips!! Firstly, from the Snowfall in New York scene I wrote this week - more of Evan & Kate.

"I don't know how you do it," he admitted as he handed over her coffee and took a sip of his own, "hearing how their families treat these kids." "Come on, you've heard plenty of harrowing stories as a social worker. Besides," Kate continued, becoming more animated now she'd gotten some caffeine in her, "I know what it's like, remember? I know what it is to be kicked out at fourteen and scared out of my mind because everything I've ever known has changed in an instant. It doesn't make it easier, but it means I can understand. And some of these kids don't necessarily want someone getting angry on their behalf, they just want-" "-someone to listen." He realised. "Exactly." "Even so, it's a good thing you do. I've always thought so." "Thanks." She gave a tired smile. "You're not so bad yourself, you know - you do a lot for the community. "Th-thank you." He hoped he wasn't blushing too much.

He's a very new OC but I already love him and his friendship with Kate.

Secondly, a snippet from my Lissa Blackwood AU - set soon after Jaime's return to King's Landing (it helps to write random scenes sometimes)

He didn't even know why he was heading towards the godswood, given that he hadn't been there in...gods, was it really seventeen years? Seventeen? Sometimes it felt like it had been much, much longer than that...but ever since telling Brienne about Lissa, it had begun feeling not that long at all, like he was still that young man who'd had hope of finding his friend. Jaime had only been here twice in all his years. Both times he had made promises, Both times he'd failed to keep those promises. He'd vowed to be there for Lissa if she needed help, and he hadn't been. Months later he'd sworn to the old gods and the new that he would find her, alive, and he'd been unable to find so much as a trace of her. Why am I doing this, he thought, yet still he made his way towards the heart tree, still standing guard over the place, and as he came to a stop the memories came flooding back of the last time he'd seen her; dressed more formally than usual yet still with that air of wildness about her, dark curls falling about her shoulders, concern in her eyes and an uncharacteristic nervousness about her, enough that he'd been compelled to ask about it. I should've pushed. I should've done more to find out what she was really worried about instead of blindly accepting the answer she gave me.

(The path to redemption brings up a lot of stuff for him - Lissa later turning out to be alive doesn't change that)

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @dream-beyond-the-fantasy

[cuteweightloss]

[cryptvokeeper]

I can’t draw for shit but I am locking in the concept of a spidersona from an Atlantis-esque New York that is flooded due to climate change and rising sea levels that’s based on Desis and Diving bell spiders

[newyorkthegoldenage]

In 1936-37, when this poster was made by the Works Progress Administration's Federal Art Project, New York had only two airports, and neither of them was one in wide use today.

Photo: Library of Congress (LoC)

[xxlittle0birdxx]

WIP: Colin in NYC

Sam’s face filled the screen of Colin’s phone. ‘Sam, are you busy?’

‘I’ve got some time.’

‘I have a date tomorrow.’

Sam’s head tilted to the side with a bemused frown creasing his normally cheerful face. ‘Didn't you just land in New York yesterday?’

‘Yeah. So?’

‘That seems fast.’

'Jamie or Dani would have met someone the second they got off the plane and slept with them,' Colin argued.

Sam nodded. 'That is true.'

‘I went for a coffee. He works at the cafe, and wrote his number on my cup. He's gorgeous and way out of my league…’ Colin froze. He'd completely forgotten to switch the pronouns, as was his usual habit. But Sam was so disarming, even when he wasn't trying, that Colin wasn't so sure that admitting his date was with another man had been an accident. And it did feel like something that weighed on his shoulders fell away. He plopped on the foot of his bed and met Sam's gaze. Sam hadn’t recoiled in horror or disgust, but instead offered an encouraging nod. 'I'm gay.'

Sam's already cheerful smile shifted into something as soft and warm as a sunbeam on a spring afternoon. 'Thank you for sharing that with me.'

Colin released a breath he didn’t realize he held. 'Can you keep it quiet for now?'

'Of course. It's not mine to tell. You'll share it with other people when you're ready.' His posture shifted into something more businesslike. ‘So. You have a date tomorrow?’

Colin nodded with a sheepish grin. ‘And I don’t know what to wear.’

Sam’s brows rose in surprise. Colin maybe be in over his head with his car, but never when it came to his clothes. He had a tendency to dress in an understated style with a discreet flourish or two. ‘It’s not some sort of weird party, is it? Where you dress up in costumes?'

‘It's breakfast.'

Sam’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Breakfast with Rebecca had often implied a lot more than eating Wheetabix while perched on her kitchen island in his boxers. 'Is it just breakfast, or is it… breakfast?'

'What's the difference?'

'Well, one is where you go somewhere and order eggs and toast. The other is when you make toast naked in their kitchen.'

Colin shook his head, more than a little dazed by that revelation. Sam appeared to have a much richer life off the pitch than he could possibly imagine. Still, for all of Sam's angelic innocence, he wasn't the one wandering in the weeds here. 'It's just breakfast.'

'Let me see what you've brought.'

Colin switched to the front-view camera, and panned it slowly over the clothes in the closet. 'Is casual all right?'

'I think you'll be fine. The grey shorts, the blue shirt — the short-sleeved one — and the black trainers.'

Colin plucked each item from the closet as Sam listed it. 'Are you sure about the trainers?' Wasn't that too casual?

'The trainers will be fine.' Sam propped the phone against his water glass. 'Now. Tell me everything.’

‘There isn’t anything to tell,’ Colin countered.

‘I’m not seeing anyone, so I’m going to live vicariously through you. Details.’

‘I literally ran into him outside the cafe. He’s a ginger. Blue eyes. About as tall as you.’ Colin fell back across the bed. 'And so bloody smart, I'm going to sound like an eejit next to him.'

'You've barely met. How can you know that?'

'He was carrying an armload of books.'

'So?'

'Like math and science that I've never heard of.' Colin slumped, already feeling defeated. 'I should just cancel it.' Better to cancel now than to arrive at the diner and spend five minutes with Josh before he realized what a total plonker he was and faked an emergency.

'You aren't stupid, Colin,' Sam said patiently. 'Not to say you haven't made a few stupid decisions, but you won't know if the two of you have anything to talk about unless you try, no?'

'I suppose.'

Sam glanced up at the top of his phone. 'I've got to go. Colin, it's going to be fine. What is it that Ted says? Sometimes the journey is more important than the destination?'

'Yeah.'

‘Besides, what’s the worst that could happen?’

‘The date goes horribly and we agree to never see each other again?’

'Exactly. Not the end of the world.’

Sam seemed to want to say something more, but Colin could tell he held himself back. He knew that face. ‘Lay it on me.’

Sam leaned closer to his phone. Not for the first time he wondered if half of Colin’s decisions were made with what he thought he should be, any not who he was. ‘Just be yourself. Not what how you think a footballer should be. And have fun.'

'Right… Fun.'

'Bye, Colin.'

Colin waved a farewell, then flopped back across his bed.

[sapphirecatgirl]

Clemensia’s pants were the first garment to be finished. It’s a McCalls pattern.

The pants are made of a polyester gabardine fabric and flatlined with linen. I really should add a pocket

[puthyflapps]

I'm kind of obsessed that no one really cares that gen q got canceled. Do you know how bad a show has to be for the twitter lesbians NOT to start a # to try and save it? Granted it's probably because the reboot is already in the works but it's still so funny to me.

There was a hashtag going around before any renewal/cancellation news dropped and the funny part is the # wasn’t aiming to save Gen Q but to basically do what they’re doing now which is completely scrap the show and start over so lmaooo what a win for the girlies