#broadway bus stop

[youthchronical]

Chennai Broadway bus terminus to be temporarily shifted to Royapuram

The Broadway MTC bus terminus, Chennai. File photo | Photo Credit: Athullyea Padmanabhan The MTC bus terminus at Broadway, behind the Kuralagam building, will soon be shifted temporarily to a land belonging to the Chennai Port Trust in Royapuram. The terminus had to be shifted to a site that is 1.5 km away from Broadway as a multi-modal hub is set to come up at the location at a cost of ₹822…

[thestarlightsapphic]

Okayyyy. Now that everything is official :)

I can finally say what I’ll be doing for each show and also, what each show is :)

Show #1 - Bus Stop

Role: Grace Hoylard

In rehearsals for this show currently and we open in two weeks!!

Show #2 - Anastasia

Role: Production Stage Manager

(This one is a really long story, since I initially auditioned! I’m very happy with the outcome though!) Rehearsals will start in three weeks!!

Show #3 - The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Role: Congregation/Choir ( Soprano 1)

This show doesn’t start for a while, but due to the intensity of the music for congregation and choral, music learning is starting ASAP! I already have my sheet music and have been working on learning/memorizing right away!

[unloneliest]

woke up at 5:30 am! on purpose! fed cats! ate breakfast! emptied a litter box without wearing nitrile gloves and didn't freak out! left the house on time to be earlier to work than yesterday even! last night i did as much of my tarot homework as i wanted to! last night i realized my abiding force of will has gone nowhere and it can be what guides my actions still! i am practicing autononmy! i am beginning to answer texts! this morning by the bus stop i see the world through poets' eyes! this morning by the bus stop i see the world through poets' eyes and i take note! this afternoon i'm leaving work early for my tarot class because i asked and i don't feel bad at all! last night i dreamed in ASL. this morning the sun's out and it's still so early it's cold and i've got the mountain goats in my headphones and the wind back in my sails!

[travsd]

The Tragedy of Albert Salmi

We begin our look at the life of character Albert Salmi (1928-1990) in the middle rather than the beginning or the shocking end, for it is the part that will orient you. Like 99.99% of you I wouldn’t have known him by name either, but I know a lot of his work, so I’ll begin by imparting some of the things I know him from. He was a third-billed regular on the TV crime show Petrocelli (1974-76),…

[mcflymemes]

VARIOUS SETTINGS / LOCATIONS PROMPTS *  location based prompts for starters, adjust as necessary

[ 01 ] a crowded masquerade party, on the dance floor

[ 02 ] the narrow space between two dusty bookshelves

[ 03 ] a shady spot in the sand under a boat dock

[ 04 ] the cereal aisle of a neighborhood cornerstore

[ 05 ] a one-stall, one-sink bathroom in a noisy bar

[ 06 ] standing next to the only car in an otherwise-empty parking lot

[ 07 ] a field of ready-to-pick corn, the stalks making it impossible to see the space around you

[ 08 ] the sun-dappled, grassy edge of a small lake

[ 09 ] intermission at a broadway show

[ 10 ] seated beside each other at a nail salon

[ 11 ] a desolate field in the middle of nowhere, just before a rainstorm

[ 12 ] a lonely bus stop at 2am

[ 13 ] the garden center of a home improvement store

[ 14 ] the only two people at a hotel bar on new year's

[ 15 ] on a bench beside a large fountain and its lit-up water display

[ 16 ] the messy chaos of an all-you-can-eat buffet

[ 17 ] a city rooftop with lightning in the distance

[ 18 ] a rusty fire escape

[ 19 ] inside an ice cream shop

[ 20 ] at the entrance of a lost temple in the middle of a thick jungle

[ 21 ] the waiting area of a busy doctor's office

[ 22 ] a city street teeming with news vehicles, camera crews, and reporters

[ 23 ] a hammock on the beach strung between two palm trees

[ 24 ] a locked door. the key is under the mat

[ 25 ] the large, ornate rotunda of an official building

[ 26 ] an empty, run-down subway car

[ 27 ] the only gas station for miles

[ 28 ] an airport café during the breakfast rush

[ 29 ] a wine tasting event for couples

[ 30 ] the cliffside overlooking a magnificent, roaring waterfall

[traveler-at-heart]

What we were

Summary: After losing Clint, your marriage and family begins to fall apart. Will Natasha be able to go back to what you once were?

A/N: This is going to be four chapters, but most of it is written. It’s a mix of angst, hurt and comfort. Obvious warning, there’s a major character death. Natasha and R have a daughter.

Time was unforgiving.

It had been six months since you lost Clint. Two since you asked Natasha to move out.

Four hours of sleep was the most you could get each night. 

Time heals everything, people say.

Then, how come, the more time passed, the worse you felt?

Thoughts like these invade your mind, even when doing the most mundane of tasks. Like now, when you’re waiting for your daughter’s school day to be over. Leaning over your black Mercedes, you wish that your injured leg could be less of a bother and instead of driving, you could walk to pick up Anya and get distracted by the sights of the city.

The school bell rings and the quiet classrooms are full of murmurs, books stored away and steps walking -some rushing eagerly- to the exit.

Impossible to miss, Anya’s red waves are the first thing you spot. Raising a hand, she says goodbye to her friends and walks your way. 

“Hi, darling” you sigh against her head. 

She’s getting taller and maybe next year she won’t let you hug her. Maybe she’ll even want to take the bus while you anxiously wait for her return home. But now, she’s still a sweet child and she still lets you run your hands through her hair. 

“How was Debate Club?” it’s the first thing you ask, because she’d been preparing relentlessly to beat the other team. 

“We won, obviously”

“We should celebrate” a voice joins the conversation. You’re so startled that you drop the car keys.

“Mom!” Anya says, wrapping her arms around Natasha.

It makes you happy that she’s not resentful even after everything that happened. That she can love so unconditionally.

She didn’t get that from you.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt” Natasha apologizes, finally looking at you. There’s a weak smile on your face, what else can you do? “I was thinking we could go shopping for that new game you wanted?”

“Can we please, Momma?” Anya turns to you.

“Sure. Have fun. But don’t spoil your appetite. We’re having lasagna” 

“Mom, our favorite” Anya nudges the Russian and you look away.

“I’ll have her home by 6” Natasha saves you the embarrassment of being forced to invite her.

“Have fun” you wave goodbye, heart beating fast.

Breaking the speed limit, you rush home. But the tears start running long before you’re parked.

You look at your sad reflection in the rearview mirror.

Natasha looks better than the last time you saw each other.

Maybe all she needed was to be away from you, to be happy again.

--

Two glasses of wine later, you’re curled up on the sofa watching your favorite comfort show and feeling better. 

“What’s up, Buck?” you answer at the second ring of your phone. 

“Are you ok?”

You look at the half empty glass of wine and decide that no, you’re most definitely not ok.

“Sure, why you ask?”

“I just saw her driving with Anya” 

“Mhm” you look at the clock. 5:55 PM. She’s trying to be a responsible parent, at least. “Yeah, she showed up at school today. It’s good that they spent time together”

“Want me to come over?”

“No, I don’t want you two fighting in my front yard. Thanks, though”

“I’ll stop by tomorrow, ok? And if you feel like it, we can go to that Broadway show on Saturday. I got us tickets”

“Thanks, Buck” 

“Ok, she’s parking outside now”

“You followed them all the way here?” you jump out of the couch, looking out the window.

“What? I was worried!” 

“Sometimes I think it’s not so great that you live a few blocks away, you weirdo”

“But then I bring coffee and scones and you change your mind” 

“Yeap”

“See ya, doll”

“Bye, creep”

“Oh, come on!”

You let out a laugh at his protest. Wanda and Yelena have been texting you, so you scroll, smiling at the silly pictures of Fanny or the videos of Tommy and Billy doing their crazy science experiments. 

“Hi, Ma” Anya rushes past you. “Gonna change for dinner”

“Mmkay” you nod, texting Bucky to make sure he’s actually back home, and not slashing Natasha’s tires. 

“So…” 

“Nat, jeez” you drop the phone, not even aware that she is still here. She looks at you across the kitchen island. 

Don’t think how sad it is that she looks out of place here, where it used to be home.

Don’t cry in front of her.

Don’t.

“Sorry, I’ll say goodbye and leave” 

“Anya, your mom’s leaving” you busy yourself in the kitchen, looking away.

“So soon?” the girl peeks around, pouting. “We haven’t even played the game yet”

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” you give up, unable to say no to your daughter. 

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m always making extra anyways”

Because you were used to cooking dinner for three. 

Anya is happy to set the table, but you sit next to your daughter, leaving Natasha in front of her. You try to stay focused on Anya and school: the debate club, sports activities, a month in Europe for the best students. 

“Mom, do you think I can reach out to aunt Carol? I have some Astronomy questions”

Natasha immediately looks at you, but you’re hyper focused on the bottle of wine and pouring the last of it until your glass is filled to the rim.

“Uh, she’s not... I’m not sure where Danvers is, sweetheart. She left Earth a while back” 

“Oh, ok” the girl nods, looking at you with a frown. “Mom, what’s wrong? Is your leg hurting? What did Doctor Cho say?”

Crap.

“What’s wrong, det…?” Natasha asks, looking at you. The pet name almost rolled off her tongue.

Everything. Everything is wrong, Natasha. 

“That old injury from our outlaw days. Doctor Cho gave me some pain killers. But I don’t think I’ll take them, they make me too sleepy”

“We’ll do the dishes” Natasha jumps in. “Don’t worry about it” 

“Thanks”

The dishes are the least of your worries, but it’s still a nice gesture.

Maybe when she’s finally ready to ask you to divorce her, you’ll be able to coparent. 

“Here, let me” she asks as you approach with the empty glass of wine. “Did Doctor Cho say anything else?”

You sigh, leaning against the counter, watching as she washes the dishes.

“She said surgery might make the pain go away. Actually, there’s a 90% chance it will work. But Anya’s got school and I’d have to do bed rest for at least five weeks. Maybe during winter break” 

“I can take care of her. Drive her to school or cook dinner or…”

“You’re a terrible cook” you remind her. It’s meant to be a joke, but also a way to make her stop.

You don’t want to be a burden for someone who doesn’t want you anymore.

“Wanda could teach me” 

“She’s too busy making sure the twins aren’t building a nuclear weapon in the garage” 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asks, almost afraid of your answer.

“Can you take her to school tomorrow?” you finally say, without providing further details.

The truth is, you’ll probably cry until you fall asleep, because you miss Natasha and this is the first time you’ve seen her in two months. 

And it would be better if you could sleep in, make an appointment with your therapist and then find a way to look composed by the time you have to pick your daughter from school. 

“Absolutely” 

“Thank you” 

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N” 

The way she says your name makes you want to scream. 

--

Natasha’s long gone, Anya sleeping peacefully back in her room.

You’re looking at the ceiling, tears rolling down your face and soaking your pillow.

You miss her so damn much. You love her so much.

And you also hate her. And you hate yourself for loving her.

There’s a soft knock at your door. You know it’s not Anya because she would have turned on the hallway light.

“Hey, weirdo” you look at Bucky from across the room, smiling sadly. He approaches you and wraps you in his arms. You sob against his chest, feeling like the sadness will last forever.

“I’m sorry”

“It’s ok. Let it all out. I’m here”

You don’t know when you fall asleep.

--

A lot has changed in such a short time, but by now, Anya is used to the sight of her uncle Bucky, rotating between the few breakfast foods he can make without burning everything.

“You read my mind” Anya watches as he makes blueberry pancakes.

“Has no one ever told you it’s rude to sneak up on people?” he mumbles, impressed at how silent she was.

“No, because my moms are spies and so is my uncle and my other aunt and basically half my family”

“Smart ass,” he chuckles. “Come on, eat your food before it gets cold”

“Did mom eat anything yet?” Anya sits on a stool, eating on the kitchen counter.

“Your mom’s asleep” Bucky says. In fact, you cried, had a panic attack, a couple of nightmares, woke up to drink some water and then fell asleep at 4 AM. 

Basically, the usual for the past two months.

He’s so caught in his thoughts that he forgets to flip the last pancake. A knock on the front door snaps him back to reality.

“Can you turn off the stove? And pack your bag, we’re leaving in five…” Bucky yells over, opening the door without looking through the peephole first. He’s surprised to find Natasha on the other side “Can I help you?”

“I’m here to pick up my daughter” 

“Does Y/N know?” He's holding on to the door so hard that the wood cracks.

“She asked me to drive Anya to school”

“Ok, I’m ready” Anya announces, aware that her mother and uncle aren’t on the best terms. She walks between them to make sure they won’t punch each other. “Bye, uncle, thanks for breakfast” 

“Have a good day, sweetheart. See you Saturday”

“Right, for that musical, Beaglejuice”

“Shut up” he chuckles, kissing her forehead. Anya leans forward and hugs him goodbye.

Natasha is silent for most of the ride. Anya is looking out the window, uncertain of her mother’s mood. Maybe not saying anything is safer.

Three blocks away from school and Natasha hears herself blurting out what’s been on her mind this whole time.

“Does Barnes stay over a lot?”

“I guess” Anya mutters, still looking out the window.

“Well, do you know…”

The girl has enough, turning around to face her mother. There’s nothing but resentment in her eyes as she tells Natasha everything.

“Mom cries herself to sleep every night. Ever since you moved out, it's been hard for her to get up in the morning and act normal, let alone cook breakfast. So yeah, uncle Bucky is around all the time, just to make sure she’s at the very least alive. You’d know if you still cared about us” 

“Anya…”

“I’ll walk the rest of the way, thanks for the ride” she mumbles, opening the door and rushing away. Natasha is stuck in traffic, so all she can do is watch her daughter from the car.

Just when she was starting to make things right, she fucks up again.

--

“Thanks for breakfast” you say, mouth full of pancakes.

“More like lunch” Bucky corrects.

You nod, reaching for the maple syrup. 

“So, why’d you ask Natasha to drive Anya to school?” 

“Is that why my door is almost broken in half?” 

“I’ll fix it”

“You better” you mumble. He is still staring and you shrug your shoulders. “Just experimenting how co-parenting is gonna be when we officially divorce”

“So, you are asking her to divorce you?” 

“She’s gonna ask me. Sooner or later” you keep your head down, playing with your food. You’re not hungry anymore.

“All things considered, the ball is in your court”

“Buck” you plead, dropping the fork.

“I’m just saying” he approaches your side. “You’ll only be able to heal once you know what you both want. But running away won’t help”

“You sound like my therapist”

“But does she cook you breakfast?”

“For what she’s charging me, she should, actually” both of you laugh. And damn it, you know he’s right. “Thank you, for worrying about me. And for taking care of us these past few months. I’m sorry I’m such a mess”

As if on cue, tears start streaming down your face. Bucky hugs you, kissing your head.

“It’s ok”

“I know you hate it when people cry, I’m sorry” 

“Yeah, but I hate it a little bit more when you’re the one crying”

--

Luckily for your therapist, you’re all cried out by the time you reach her office. Instead, you discuss how it would be better to approach Natasha, who has always struggled with communication around difficult topics.

“I’m very happy with this session. We’ve made great progress” Doctor Thompson says and you put your fist forward.

“Fist bump” you encourage her.

“I’ll get my license taken away if we ever do this again” 

For the first time in months, you leave her office feeling a little bit lighter. 

Until you check your phone. 10 missed calls from Natasha.

“Nat?” you answer as she calls again.

“Is Anya with you?”

“I was about to pick her up from school” there’s a pause. “You did drive her to school, right?”

“Of course, I’m not an idiot” she shoots back.

“Well, I’m very confused because she’s only about to end her last class. Why would she be anywhere else, then?” you retort.

“Just meet me back home, ok?” she pleads.

“Fine”

She’s pacing on the sidewalk as you park.

“Care to explain?”

“The school called me an hour ago. She sneaked out after recess” 

“Let’s just track her phone” 

“It’s off”

“Well, fuck” you run your hand through your hair. “Did she say anything to you this morning? Did she seem upset?”

Natasha looks away, chewing on her bottom lip.

“I asked her if Barnes was staying over often”

“Natasha, for fuck’s sake” you sigh, turning away from her. 

Don’t shout. You won’t solve anything by screaming at Natasha.

Your daughter is missing because your wife can’t keep her jealousy to herself. So fuck it.

“If you want to know anything, you ask me, Natasha, do you understand? You don’t go questioning our 13 year old daughter, who, by the way, has been through enough shit lately. I’m trying to protect her and you’re here implying I’m sleeping with the only friend who isn’t tired of me being a mess. Which, for the record, I’m not. And would never. Unlike you, I’m not going around fucking people outside my marriage because I’m having a hard time”

“I don’t know how to get close to you, Y/N. You pushed me out ever since…”

“No! You don’t get to put this on me. I tried for months. I tried everything. And you scoffed and ignored and stood me up. I gave up the moment I found you in bed with Carol” 

Your voice breaks at the last part. That memory has been buried for so long; you want it to stay hidden, forever. 

It doesn’t matter. You need to find Anya.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling Buck” 

“I’m here. I’ll help you find her” 

“I’ll find my daughter alone, thank you” you walk past her, waiting impatiently for your friend to pick up.

“She’s my daughter too”

“You sure as hell haven’t acted like her mother in a long time, Natalia” 

You walk away, your back turned to her. 

“Buck” you say, voice trembling.

“I know. She’s at the Met. Hasn’t left. I’m outside, just in case”

“How did you…?” 

“I’m sorry. I was hoping I could convince her to come back before you found out she sneaked out of class”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can” 

--

Again, those soft waves of red are the first thing you spot in the room. Her blue eyes are fixed on Degas and his Dance Class.

“Hey, kiddo” you stand next to her, understanding immediately why she’s looking at this painting. “We still have your ballerina shoes somewhere in a box. Your mom loved going to your recitals” 

“I’m sorry for leaving school” 

“I played hooky a couple of times. It’s part of life. I just want to make sure you’re ok” 

“She doesn’t care if you’re able to get up in the morning but gets jealous because someone is taking care of us” 

You sigh. Anya has Natasha’s heart, after all. She loves and protects fiercely.

“That’s not exactly true. Come with me” your daughter takes your hand as you leave the museum. 

Central Park is still looking beautiful, even as fall approaches. Anya plops down on a bench and you take a seat next to her. A small groan leaves your lips. This damn leg.

“You know your mother was raised to be an assassin. The Red Room taught her that love was a weakness. And that she was incapable of having a family or people that cared about her. Even after all these years, insecurity can get the best of Nat sometimes”

“Why can’t we just… go back to what we used to be?” she mumbles, a tear rolling down her face.

“Oh, sweetheart” you hold her against your chest. “I want nothing more in this world” 

“I miss her”

“Me too, Anya”

“It’s like we lost her the day uncle Clint died” she sobs.

“But she’s still here. And she still needs you, my sweet girl. I’m not saying you should forgive her right this second. But don’t build a wall around yourself, please”

“Ok” 

“You know I lost my mom when I was 15. And a lot of that time I spent it angry at her for staying with a man that wasn’t good to us. But once she was gone, all I wished was that I had made her life a little easier”

“I’m sorry” 

“It’s ok. I’m glad I’m here, to make sure you don’t make the same mistake I did. We’re gonna be alright, I promise” 

“I love you”

“Love you too, kiddo” you keep her in your arms for as long as you can, but a light rain begins to fall. “Come on, now. Bucky’s been waiting for us”

“I know. I saw him following me on the bus here”

“My God, I don’t know which one of you is scarier” 

Anya giggles, and you take her hand. 

Even between all of this mess, she’s the one thing that makes everything worth it. 

--

Anya was the one that texted her mother, apologizing and letting her know she was ok.

You didn’t reply to Natasha’s text. “I’m sorry” isn’t enough sometimes.

After pizza and an intense game of Jenga with Anya and Bucky, you call it a night.

You know what you’ll dream of tonight, but you’re too tired to care.

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Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find the library's other recs here.

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Harry is a 28 year old travel writer at a gay magazine who gets the assignment to go a lesbian cruise. She figures it's a nice chance to have some fun in the sun, but she's not expecting much else-- even if her partner and best friend are both encouraging her to hook up with someone while she's there.

When she locks eyes with a gorgeous silver fox from across the room, she starts to think she could've been wrong. There are lots of things standing in the way of anything real happening with her and Louis, but that doesn't stop them from falling for one another. True love isn't always easy, but they do make lovin' fun.

🩷 Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2 {M, 38k}

Broadway shows were one of the few things that could keep Louis’ attention for a full two hours without needing to move about. But not tonight.

The alpha next to him was both infuriating him and practically turning him on at the same time. He needed to leave. The alpha, that is. Louis was staying.

Or the one where Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

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When a random bloke offers his lap for a seat on a busy bus in December, Louis' Christmas ends up being much different, and far less lonely than he was expecting.

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Ever since Harry finally made the decision to come out to his mother as bisexual, she’s been foisting women on him left and right, determined it’s just a phase. But when she puts out a personal ad to find the perfect partner for her son, things really get complicated. Suddenly, Harry’s heart is being pulled in two very different directions. On one side is the sweet, caring woman he has fun with, but doesn’t know his mother chose for him. On the other is a man who seems to be his mother’s worst nightmare, but makes Harry’s heart flutter in ways he’s never felt before. When all is said and done, maybe they’ll all learn that when there is no clear path to go down, the best option is to follow your heart.

A Because I Said So Au with a bisexual twist.

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🩷 Naked & Proud by kiwikero / @icanhazzalou {E, 18k}

The town itself is tiny, as evidenced by the ten minutes it’s taken Louis to drive the entire thing. There’s not a single recognisable brand in sight—no Tesco or McDonald’s or even a bloody Starbucks. Lining the streets instead are mom and pop stores with names like ‘Jerry’s Burgers’ and ‘The Market Basket’ and…

“'Naked & Proud?'” Louis almost slams on the brakes at the outlandish sign, the name written in a seemingly innocent font, words curved around a large cartoon peach. He can’t help turning into the carpark, easing the car into a spot next to a beat up truck.

He isn’t sure what to make of it. Surely it isn’t a strip joint or sex shop, not with the families and little old ladies going in and out of the establishment. Some kind of nudist hangout, perhaps?

And, oh, God. Did Louis’ mother accidentally send him to live in a nudist colony?

In which Harry runs an organic store, not a nudist colony, and Louis doesn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

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A holiday singles event is not where Louis wants to be tonight, but there he is, helping his best friend find love. Just as Louis is settling in, ready to have a terrible time, he meets the fittest alpha he’s ever come across.

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🩷 Breathe me in, breathe me out by @lunarheslwt {G, 14k}

Louis was just passing the autumn collection, when an unfamiliar but addicting scent tickled his nose. Cinnamon. He turned as he realised something. He felt calm. Relaxed. The permanent agitation that he carried was melting away the more he breathed in the scent, as faint as it was. Consumed by the crazed desire to seek out the specific candle, Louis began picking up candles and sniffing them madly, when a deep voice piped up, startling him. “Uh, sir, we don’t allow candle fetishists in here.” Louis froze mid sniff in mortification. Willing himself to not blush, he turned, a retort at the tip of his tongue. Except, it died in his throat as he took in the man before him. “I uh,” Louis blurted out accidentally, temporarily rendered speechless by the frankly unfairly beautiful man before him. Only at the man’s grin widening did he regain his wits. “You’re gonna kink shame me?”

Or, Louis is drawn into a quaint candle shop in his desire to find ways to soothe himself while struggling with touch depri. It takes him two more run-ins and with the lovely alpha sales assistant, and a drop, to figure out the source of the scent that imprints upon him and calms his omega. Idiots to lovers

🩷 Far Afield by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird {T, 11k}

Harry Styles is a witch who owns the best flower shop in Manchester. Lottie Tomlinson is planning her wedding, and brings her brother along to her first appointment. Both men have been having a bad day and sparks fly.

🩷 The Art of the Giants by asphodelknox / @iamasphodelknox {G, 10k}

Louis is dancing away from an old relationship when he meets Harry at a bookstore in the busy streets of Seattle. Harry is just a bookstore owner hoping his handsome weekly visitor could become something more.

🩷 All Shook Up by @littleroverlouis {T, 9k}

Memphis, Tennessee is looking to crown the Ultimate Elvis Tribute artist. A majority of the contestants are content to shake their hips on stage, but singer-songwriter Harry is taking it more seriously. He is confident his voice and charisma will send him straight through to the finals.

He is already polishing his crown before even setting foot on stage, until he meets a fellow competitor. Louis is talented, charming, and a natural born performer. He commands the stage— and Harry's attention.

Harry has his eye on the prize and the Ultimate title, but what happens when someone becomes the ultimate prize?

🩷 The Way to My Heart by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 {T, 6k}

Louis' having a bit of a dry spell, until he bumps into an attractive alpha in the supermarket and leaves with his number. It was a hard bump. Very... muscular.

The only problem is, said alpha asks Louis to cook for him - which is not exactly his skill set.

🩷 Only Reason by @letsjustsee {NR, 5k}

“We are so lucky to have with us one of the leading experts on beekeeping in the modern age, Dr. Louis Draper.” No. No, no, no… “I know I speak for many of us when I say that this man’s books have guided our practice, or helped us get started,” Harry continued, and Louis watched as the crowd nodded their heads in agreement. Oh shit. No. What? No. But then Harry was gesturing towards him, saying “Dr. Draper?” into the microphone, the crowd was applauding, and Louis found himself walking up the stairs to the stage.

Or, Louis is most definitely smitten with Harry from the second he sees him, but he is also most definitely not the world's foremost expert on beekeeping. He decides to roll with it anyway.

🩷 Unplant by @hellolovers13 {M, 4k}

Please do not disturb my plant She needs 2 hours of sunlight a day and I live in a sunless flat I’ll be back to collect her soon Thank you and stay well.

or Louis should've looked where he was going, then he wouldn't have to desperately try to save a little flower now.

🩷 Validation by @lululawrence {NR, 3k}

“Hey, how are you?” Harry asked. He’d found that sometimes just a smile and a kind face was all that was needed to brighten someone’s day.

“Oh, uhm. I’m alright. Can you validate me?”

Harry chuckled inwardly, but decided to go ahead and take him literally.

Or the one where Harry worked in a parking garage and he totally didn’t mean for this, the whole validation of people as well as their parking tickets, to become a thing. It just kinda...did.

🩷 more than that by @nouies {NR, 3k}

Harry looks for the best bread in France. He finds Louis.

🩷 an honest mistake by @disgruntledkittenface {NR, 2k}

“You look different when you’re not covered in come,” he blurts out, immediately regretting each and every life choice that has led to this exact moment. Elevator Guy is going to hate him.

Louis has ridden the elevator with his neighbor all week. The first time they speak, there’s a misunderstanding.

[aaknopf]

A poem of girlhood and after by Indigenous New Zealander Tayi Tibble, whose second collection, Rangikura, comes out in America today. In the dictionary of Māori language, hōmiromiro is defined as “a white-breasted North Island tomtit…a little black-and-white bird with a large head and short tail.” It is often used to refer to someone with a tomtit’s keen vision—that is, a sharp eye for detail.

Hōmiromiro

I used to dream about a two-headed goldfish. I took it for an omen. I smashed a milk bottle open

on a boiling road and watched a three-legged dog lick it up and in the process I became not myself but a single shard of glass and thought finally

I had starved myself skinny enough to slip into the splits of the universe but once I did I realised that the universe was no place for a young thing to be and there is always a lot more starving to be had.

When I was a girl I thought

I was Daisy Buchanan. I read on the train. I made voluminous eyes.

Once I walked in front of a bus and it exploded into a million monarch butterflies then I was ecstatic!

As a girl, I could only fathom

time as rose petals falling down my oesophagus. It tickled and it frightened me. I ran around choking for attention.

I had projections of myself at 100 my neck weathered and adorned like the boards of a home being eaten by the earth.

When I was a girl I would lie

on the side of that road in the last lick of sun and wait for the rabbits to come saluting the sky of orange dust

and then I would shoot them into outer space.

For many years I watched them bouncing on the moon. But then I stopped caring and so I stopped looking.

More on this book and author:

Learn more about Rangikura by Tayi Tibble.

Browse other books by Tayi Tibble and follow her on Instagram @paniaofthekeef.

Hear Tayi Tibble and Harryette Mullen read from their new poetry collections at Beyond Baroque in Los Angeles, CA on April 10 at 8:00 PM. Tayi Tibble will be joined by Sasha LaPointe in Washington for a series of readings and conversations at Elliot Bay Book Company in Seattle on April 13 at 7:00 PM, at King's Books in Tacoma on April 14 at 1:00 PM, at Bainbridge Island Museum of Art in Bainbridge on April 15 at 7:00 PM, and at Third Place Books in Seattle, Lake Forest Park, on April 16 at 7:00 PM. Tayi and Sasha will also be at Broadway Books in Portland, OR, on April 17 at 6:00 PM. Tayi will be at the LA Times Book Festival signing books at the ALTA booth (Booth 111) on April 20 at 11:00 AM.

Visit our Tumblr to peruse poems, audio recordings, and broadsides in the Knopf poem-a-day series.

To share the poem-a-day experience with friends, pass along this link.

[chaifootsteps]

have you seen this?

https://www.tumblr.com/radiostatik/750045870512357376/major-loser-on-twitter-call-the-og-alasor-singer?source=share

feels like a real double standard that Viv can be as petty & aggressive as she wants on Xitter, forget to credit some of her artists, refuse to credit artists who provided her several major ideas for the pilot of Hazbin, block people for politely asking where playbills they paid for are, make a major public scene about Lackadaisy turning down her money because they don't want her name in the credits in the hopes her fans will throw mud at them (which they do) despite them trying to handle it with civility, have leaked discord DMs suggesting she totally pulled the rug out from the pilot cast with regards replacing them and that she tried to avoid sending them the audition material for as long as possible to stop them reauditioning

and her stans will bend over backwards to say none of that is in the least bit unprofessional. They also still love to throw A24 under the bus to say they had a hand in the casting process, when like - why would they? if you have a cast of VAs everyone already loves I'm sure they and Amazon wouldn't have minded keeping at least some of them to save some money, especially if they had any smart marketing reps who noticed how much of a bond the online fandom had already formed with them. Getting big Broadway VAs can attract an audience but stunt casting alone isn't enough and we've had the better part of a decade of bad animated movies proving that much; it's well known it was always Viv's idea to replace everyone

and Gabriel makes one tweet pointing out the obvious fact that the old cast might still be working on the show if it stayed indie (and after he phrased all the FAQs in that comment under 'thank you and goodnight' as diplomatically and nicely as possible towards Viv, & it still made her look bad not because of Gabriel, but because what Viv did to them was bad)

and he gets called unprofessional? make it make sense

It's disgusting. Gabe's been nothing but professional every single solitary minute since he was cut along with everyone else, even when he arguably should have been a little less so.

I'm glad people are realizing just how miserably Viv treated her pilot cast, and glad people are defending him.

[broadwaydivastournament]

BROADWAY DIVAS SUPERLATIVES: And the Tony (doesn't) Go to...

Not even the greats have Tony Awards on their shelf. Here are just a small selection of women who have earned three or more Tony nominations, but have yet to (or never will) receive a win. These egregious losses keep me up at night and time is ticking.

*deceased at the time of this poll

Dana Ivey: 5 Tony losses, 2 categories. 82 years old, alive, retired

1984 Best Featured Actress in a Musical (Sunday in the Park with George)

1984 Best Featured Actress in a Play (Heartbreak House)

1997 Best Featured Actress in a Play (The Last Night of Ballyhoo

2005 Best Featured Actress in a Play (The Rivals)

2007 Best Featured Actress in a Play (Butley)

Jan Maxwell: 5 Tony losses, 5 categories, 61 years old, deceased (2018)

2005 Best Featured Actress in a Musical (Chitty Chitty Bang Bang)

2007 Best Featured Actress in a Play (Coram Boy)

2010 Best Leading Actress in a Play (The Royal Family)

2010 Best Featured Actress in a Play (Lend Me a Tenor)

2012 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Follies)

Laura Linney: 5 Tony losses, 1 category 60 years old, alive, active

2002 Best Leading Actress in a Play (The Crucible)

2005 Best Leading Actress in a Play (Sight Unseen)

2010 Best Leading Actress in a Play (Time Stands Still)

2017 Best Leading Actress in a Play (The Little Foxes)

2020 Best Leading Actress in a Play (My Name is Lucy Barton)

Elaine Stritch: 4 Tony losses, 3 categories, 89 years old, deceased (2014)

1956 Best Featured Actress in a Play (Bus Stop)

1962 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Sail Away)

1971 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Company)

1996 Best Leading Actress in a Play (A Delicate Balance)

*2002 Special Theatrical Event (Elaine Stritch at Liberty) - Won a special non-competitive Tony.

Judy Kuhn: 4 Tony losses, 2 categories, 66 years old, alive, active

1987 Best Featured Actress in a Musical (Les Misérables)

1988 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Chess)

1994 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (She Loves Me)

2015 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Fiddler on the Roof)

Carolee Carmello: 3 Tony losses, 1 category, 61 years old, alive, active

1999 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Parade)

2006 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Lestat)

2013 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Scandalous)

Julie Andrews: 3 Tony losses, 1 category, 88 years old, alive, semi-active

1957 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (My Fair Lady)

1961 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Camelot)

1996 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Victor/Victoria)*

Marin Mazzie: 3 Tony losses, 2 categories, 57 years old, deceased (2018)

1994 Best Featured Actress in a Musical (Passion)

1998 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Ragtime)

2000 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Kiss Me, Kate)

2018 posthumous Special Tony Award for her legacy as an advocate for women's health.

Rebecca Luker: 3 Tony losses, 2 categories, 59 years old, deceased (2020)

1995 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (Show Boat)

2000 Best Leading Actress in a Musical (The Music Man)

2007 Best Featured Actress in a Musical (Mary Poppins)

More Polls

[vintagestagehotties]

Hot Vintage Stage Actress Round 1

Ruby Dee: Libby George in Jeb (1946 Broadway); Ruth Younger in A Raisin in the Sun (1959 Broadway); Lutiebell Gussie Mae Jenkins in Purlie Victorious (1961 Broadway); Cordelia in King Lear (1965 American Shakespeare)

Elaine Stritch: Pamela Brewster in Loco (1946 Broadway); Grace Hoylard in Bus Stop (1955 Broadway); Mimi Paragon in Sail Away (1961 Broadway)

Propaganda under the cut

Ruby Dee:

Beautiful and talented! She's in the American Theater Hall of Fame for a reason! And that doesn't even speak to her work as a civil rights activist and a woman who didn't back down easily.

Elaine Stritch:

[kaytheday]

What's outsiders musical thoughts about?

I listened to half of the musical on a bus ride the other day. I put my thoughts down on each song. They were originally for my sister (who is obsessed with musicals) but I figured I could share them too. However, I only got to Friday at the Drive-In before I had to stop. So here is my thoughts so far. I have also put a link to my complete and updated thoughts at the end!

Tulsa 1967:

- The start almost made me laugh.

- Small town bop for sure.

- I enjoy the succession of this song, most musicals opening number typically starts slow and progresses as they introduce the story.

- He did not have to introduce Johnny like that 😭

Grease got a hold:

- Being a greaser is earned? I kind of like that idea.

- Chicks love a busted up face? Soda right though.

- “I’m a latchkey kid but they keep changing the locks” I like this line.

Runs in the family:

- This is actually a bop despite how sad the lyrics are.

- Brent Comers voice is so big. He has a thinner frame than I thought he would but you can tell his voice really projects.

- He’s got that southern sort of charm.

- I’m glad they’re giving Darry more emotions and his side of the story more.

-Brent Comer is the best!

Great expectations:

-Brody Grant is a very talented broadway singer, he is very good at putting emotion in his voice. This song communicates overwhelmed to me.

- This song really communicates ponyboys inner guilt at his situation. How he wants to do well despite the hand he’s been dealt. He wants to make his family proud.

- the ensemble in the back of the chorus is a really nice touch. Gives the sense that he really is overwhelmed with peoples expectations of him.

Friday at the Drive-in

-Why does it feel like Ponyboy has like a massive crush on cherry?

- There is a big dance break so I’m sure the dancing is good in this one.

Thoughts have been updated here in an official post!

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Klainebingo 2023

Thank you for hosting this event! I’m an old school reader and admittedly haven’t read much new stuff post-2016 or so, so it’s been absolutely lovely to find some new stories and authors!

1 Reverb (2018) by Fickelodeon

2 Wouldn’t Change a Thing (2020) by nontarelationship 

3 You Will Be Found (2020) by kurtswish

4 Avian Series (2020) by kurtswish (Occupation: Superhero Costumer)

5 Even Better Than the Real Thing (2020) by gleekto

6 Andante, Andante (2020) by fionapear 

7 Courting Royalty (2022) by hundredindecisions (Challenge: 3-2-1 Prompt Bang 2022)

8 (N/A)

9 Head Versus Heart (2020) by dizzywhiz (Trope: Hurt/Comfort)

Thanks for your list!!  Find them on ao3.  Rules here

1. Debut fic:  Reverb by Fickelodeon

Post-Michael thru Season 4, Blaine’s just a little unwell, and it’s not long before everyone can tell. Physical and Mental illness. Hurt/Comfort. If Robin Cook wrote for Glee and General Hospital, the story would probably go like this. Universe Expansion for Seasons 3 and 4 wherein I add some elements to canon and leave some out but manage to get everyone back to place where they can still have the endings they got in canon. Honestly, I just wanted to write H/C, but the more I hurt Blaine, the more I realized he wasn’t going to handle that very well, so I added in diagnosed mental illness. All in all, it’s everything I love to read in fic all in one epic story, just in case I don’t ever get the chance to write these characters again.

2.  Page turner:  Wouldn’t Change a Thing  by notarelationship

On the eve of his junior year at Dalton, Blaine’s dad kicks him out of the house, dumping him at the bus stop, cutting him off, and leaving him homeless. This is the story of how he survives, meets Kurt, and ultimately triumphs.

3. Need Tissues:  You Will Be Found  by @kurtswish

While on a National Broadway Tour, Kurt meets an intriguing man. With more than just miles separating them, they must make a choice. Will they go back to their different lives, or will they let themselves be found?

4. Unusual occupation: Avian Series by @kurtswish

Kurt Hummel always felt separate from his world and being the only one without a Soulmark didn’t help. Just as he is ready to end it all, something happens to change the course of his life.  Parts 1 - 3

5. Your choice:  Even Better Than the Real Thing by @gleekto

College AU/Famous!Blaine and Fanboy!Kurt - Kurt POV

Kurt really doesn’t have time to figure out the dating world between being a freshman at prestigious theatre school, LAADA, and his active but secret blogging life in the Sing!Fandom. So what if Sing! ended last year? There are still fics to read and actors to follow. Especially the uber talented heartthrob lead, Blaine Anderson. He can act. He can sing. He can even dance. He’s gay. He’s out. And he’s only 24. Kurt is willing to twiddle his thumbs and click refresh until Blaine Anderson’s next project.

He just didn’t expect the next project to be on his roommate Rachel’s new TV show.

6. Summer story:  Andante, Andante  by fionapear

Burt settles himself down in the chair of the vanity, peering up at the wall-mount TV at the movie. He fishes in his pocket for the piece of paper from the restaurant earlier. His fortune cookie fortune reads: “With time comes understanding.” It feels a little apt, even if he can’t place exactly why.

(Or: In which Burt Hummel, slowly, begrudgingly, grows to accept Blaine’s presence in his life.)

7. Written for a challenge:  Courting Royalty  by hundredindecisions  @thnxforknowingmeme

During Kurt’s senior year, his friend Rachel gets some surprising news: she’s the princess of a tiny European country, and she has a twin brother to share the throne with. The summer after graduation, Kurt visits his newly-royal friend in the country she’s heir to before they head to New York for college. Staying in a castle and rubbing shoulders with European nobility is pretty overwhelming, but the most remarkable part is meeting Rachel’s brother Blaine, the new prince who Kurt instantly begins crushing on. This summer is either going to be a fairy tale come true, or result in multiple diplomatic catastrophes.Inspired by Meg Cabot’s Princess Diaries series and the movie adaptations, but no background knowledge is needed to understand the fic.

8. n/a

9.  Genre/trope you wouldn’t normally read:  Head Versus Heart by @dizzywhiz

Blaine gets hit by a taxi and ends up in the hospital - so naturally, as his best friend and long-standing roommate, Kurt visits him at every possible opportunity until he gets to come home.

It only takes a couple of visits before Kurt notices something impossibly endearing: the beeping of Blaine’s heart rate monitor speeds up whenever his friends come to visit. At least, Kurt assumes it happens with all of Blaine’s friends, until Sam has no idea what he’s talking about.

#Jen

[fefnepz]

your human centipede drawing makes me think.

I CAN FINALLY SEW A MOUTH TO A BU-TT!!!!!

Now, my rendition of human centipede:

:33 < the date started off so well :33 < begin my night not expecting the furright of my life :33 < she was purrfect from what I could tell :33 < how could I not see the dangfur right in furront of me

My favorite food is fis)( (:33 < baby, thats my favorite too) I love cartoon cats (:33 < baby, i love firestar) :33 < hey girl, whats your favorite furr-ilm? :33 < she said the best movie of all, a masterpiece of art called

)(uman Centipede, )(uman Centipede! :33 < i think that I'm gonna get purrdered tonight! )(uman C-ENTIP-ED-E! Not ironically! :33 < she said, t)(e costume design was a )(ighlight

I like it for t)(e plot (:33 < tell me what the plot's about) German doctor sews t)(ree people ass to mout)( (:33 < cool) )(uman Centipede! :33 < please signless save me! :33 < i think thats a red flag, i dont want to get stabbed!

:33 < she said, ")(uman Centipede is a tour de force" :33 < i think, "holy shit, im gonna be the main course" :33 < she said, "I admire t)(e narrative of c)(aracter growt)(" :33 < i try to get the waiters attention by blinking in morse code!

W)(y are you blinking so muc)(? (:33 < ive got something in my eye) )(ere, let me get it out (:33 < no thank you, i dont wanna die) HEY THERE, NEP WAS BLINKING AT ME, IS THIS BECAUSE YOUR DATE IS A FREAK? (:33 < no) VERY GOOD THEN, BON APETITE

Stop )(iding be)(ind your silly made up red flags To not take a c)(ance on t)(e best relations)(ip youve never )(ad :33 < maybe youre right and im looking fur excuses :33 < my hearts got bruises but im ready to choose this love!

You could be my world, t)(e love of my life! One day we'll get flus)(ed and become matesprites!! :33 < within a tasteful quadrant and the wedding of our dreams! Only if t)(e wedding is t)(-EM-ED! :33 < tell me what the themes gonna be!

)(uman Centipede, )(uman C-ENTIP-ED-E! :33 < that way we could save on the catering bill )(uman C-ENTIP-ED-E! Only one mouth to feed! :33 < if you are the best troll, you know the deal, pucker up!

:33 < i can finally open myself up to love I can finally sew a mout)( to a BUTT! :33 < human centipede, )(uman Centipede

Broadway accounts get on this!! /j

[cartrunkent]

Favorite Musicals #6: Seussical: The Musical

Seussical: The Musical- This holds the record for fastest discovery to Broadway visit for me. I bought the recording on a Saturday and was on a bus with my mother the following Wednesday to see the show. We were planning the trip before I bought the disc. Our county parks and recreations dept. ran a trip to NYC every month (alternating Wednesday and Saturday,) and I had started trying to go every couple of months. I was in a period where I didn’t decide on what show I was going to see, just showed up and went to the box offices and hoping for the best. I was a student and had a student ID at the time which made it easier and a little less expensive. That’s the background. I loved the recording, and it made the decision of what to see easier. It was our first stop when we got out of the bus and was a success.

Horton was my man and Kevin Chamberlain’s performance was amazing to me. Alone in the Universe remains my favorite song. And…I admittedly had a crush on Michelle Pawk’s Gertrude. The show’s central theme of someone being different and how others interacted with them… (Sensing a theme in some of these?)

When I went, Bryan Batt was my Cat in the Hat, and I met him briefly on the set of Mad Men a long time later. That day in the theater, I said the right words since I was in college at the time and studying theater. They took me to a few of the tech areas and I got to spend some time in the spot booth talking with the spot operators after the show.

PHOTO: Imagine this is a really cool image of the Cat in the Hat striking a pose in a lighting look that only existed for half a second. I can't find it right now (cause it was a long time ago.)

A local production was the first time I did lighting design professionally for the theater. The opening song had more lighting cues than most shows I do now! That’s kind of a wild memory. There’s a lot more memories I could share from that show because I do talk about it frequently…and it was about 20 years ago at this point.

Photo Below from the production I directed. (spoiler alert?)

I did lights for another production, a friend’s school, within a few years. Then, one of my local groups put it in their schedule and folks started to encourage me to direct it. I was reticent to do so, because it was larger than I wanted to tackle after my previous musical (Into the Woods.) …but at the last possible second (the weekend that the director applications were due,) I had an epiphany. I put my hat in to do the show. I’ll talk more about that later, maybe.

Photo Below from the production I directed. (spoiler alert?)

I’ve gotten to light the show one more time…but I’ve missed other opportunities to see it.

Favorite #5: Man of La Mancha

Favorite #4: Jekyll and Hyde

Favorite #3: Jane Eyre

Favorite #2: A Gentlemen's Guide to Love and Murder

Favorite #1: Assassins

[thearistocratsblog]

1. Map Drawing Challenge

Materials: Blank paper, pen or pencil, a map of NYC for reference.

Instructions:

Choose a neighborhood or borough in NYC.

Without looking at the map, draw the main streets and landmarks from memory.

Compare your drawing to the actual map and note any differences.

Repeat with different areas to gradually improve your mental map of the city.

2. Route Planning Game

Materials: Paper, pen or pencil, MTA subway map.

Instructions:

Write down two locations in NYC (e.g., Central Park to Brooklyn Bridge).

Plan the most efficient route using the subway, including transfers.

Compare your route with a navigation app or MTA map to see if it matches the optimal route.

Increase the complexity by adding more stops or alternative modes of transportation like buses or ferries.

3. Landmark Connection

Materials: Paper, pen or pencil.

Instructions:

Write down a list of landmarks in NYC (e.g., Times Square, Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty).

Connect the landmarks by drawing lines and writing the street names or subway lines that link them.

Try to create the shortest or most interesting routes between the landmarks.

4. Street Name Scramble

Materials: Paper, pen or pencil.

Instructions:

Write down the names of streets in NYC but scramble the letters (e.g., "Broadway" becomes "dwayBroa").

Unscramble the letters to reveal the correct street names.

Challenge yourself by using less familiar streets or mixing in historical or cultural notes about each location.

5. Neighborhood Quiz

Materials: Paper, pen or pencil, list of NYC neighborhoods.

Instructions:

Write down clues about different neighborhoods in NYC (e.g., "Home to the High Line" for Chelsea).

Guess the neighborhood based on the clue.

Add a time limit for an added challenge or make it a two-player game where you take turns giving clues.

6. Public Transit Puzzle

Materials: Paper, pen or pencil, subway map.

Instructions:

Write down a start and end point in NYC.

Draw a grid representing subway stops and lines.

Plot the route on your grid, including transfers and connections.

Check your solution against an actual subway map to see if you found the best route.

7. Daily Commute Simulation

Materials: Paper, pen or pencil, list of common destinations.

Instructions:

Choose a starting point (e.g., your apartment) and a daily destination (e.g., work, favorite café).

Write down the steps to get there using different modes of transportation (e.g., walking, subway, bus).

Include estimated times and any landmarks or notable stops along the way.

8. Intersection Identification

Materials: Paper, pen or pencil.

Instructions:

Write down pairs of intersecting streets (e.g., 5th Avenue and 34th Street).

Identify the landmark or notable location at each intersection.

Create a map of these intersections and their landmarks, connecting them with lines.

These games will not only help you improve your navigation skills but also deepen your knowledge of New York City's layout, landmarks, and transportation system. Enjoy playing and learning!

Gpt made these for me to improve my navigation skills. I'm just putting it here for safekeeping