#hws Staten Island

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hi senpai 🫣 do you have a new jersey oc i can steal for a drawing idea i had (mostly new york and new jersey arguing over who’s the truest italian-american state and thus is liked by romano more)

🥸 I do have a New Jersey (image on the left) ! Her name is Elise and she’s Jennie/ NY’s (annoying) younger sister. Alas both my New York & New Jersey are of Sephardic & Dutch descent.

However, I do have Frank/ Staten Island 🤲 if you require an Italian- American (I keep it vague, but he’s probably a Neapolitan. Also he’s half Walloon but 🤫)

I do have it on good authority from Italian- Am & Jewish - Am friends and mutuals irl and online that they often joke how they’re lowkey the same & that’s why they often play each other’s roles in movies.

[martizta]

Here are mochis of my state OCs (+ Staten Island)

[ask-nyc-boroughs]

Staten Island: hehe…oops

The Bronx: Good job, Frank, you missed me by a lot.

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“AH!! Who threw this??”

@ask-nyc-boroughs ((hello there! :3c

[neverbacksdown7476]

Don’t Say It (Part 3)

Hello all! Sorry this chapter took so long. Holidays, and what not! Not my best work, but here we are. Part 4 in the works! Also, Not My Gif!

Warnings for this Chapter: Kissing? (Is that a warning?)

Part 2     Part 4

Five drinks, a sandwich, and a couple stories into the night you were starting to feel a whole lot better about Barba being your boss. Maybe it wasn’t a bond that wouldn’t last a lifetime, but it was something at least. Better yet, the tired feeling you had all day had just disappeared. Maybe you had gotten so tired that you just weren’t tired anymore.

“So, you grew up in the Bronx? You weren’t some rich kid?” You asked sipping on the whiskey that was in front of you.

“Definitely not, what about you?” He lifted the glass of bourbon in front of him, and swirled it around the glass just a bit, before taking a drink.

“Staten Island, with my three brothers.” You told him, “All older, my parents really wanted a girl.” You laughed and looked at him from the corner of your eye. Allowing yourself to check him out earlier in the night was a mistake, because after a few drinks you couldn’t stop yourself. Especially when he was being so nice.

“I didn’t have any siblings, what was that like?”

“They tortured me growing up. When we were kids it was wrestling matches I could never win, as pre-teens it was name calling, and as teens it was them never letting me date.”

“Over-protective brothers?”

“Extremely.”

“That must have been hard.”

“I guess, but I found out it can be a lot more fun sneaking around.” Your eyes seemed to have locked onto his as you said that, only being broken when his eyes flicked down to your lips, and your eyes returned the favor. Silence fell over the two of you for a moment before he cleared his throat, and you took in a deep breath, both looking away. “Enough about childhood.” You said finishing off your whiskey.

“It is very late, and we both need sleep.” Opening his wallet, he threw down some cash closing out our tab.

“I’ll pay for the cab,” he laughed shaking his head slightly.

“Come on, you payed for our drinks, and meal it’s the least I can do. Besides that, it is either that or I will get on a subway.” You tempted him further into just sharing a cab with you. He stood up, fixing his sleeves, and putting his jacket back on.

“Let’s share a cab then.” Turning away from his on your heels, you walked out of the bar. Hearing the almost silent click of his heels behind you. The air of the outside was wipping through the streets, pushing your hair all around. Through your limited vision you waved your hand at the taxi that was driving down the street. As it stopped at the curb you watched as Barba opened the door for you so you climbed in, and he followed.

Sitting on complete opposite sides of the cab you watched the buildings go by for only a moment before you looked over at the man. Hw was already looking at you, his elbow resting on the door, and his cheek resting on his hand. Analyzing you.

“What?” A smile inched across your lips

“You know, we both had a lot to drink tonight.”

“Does that mean you are planning on making a pour decision or two?”

“I really hope not,” the words had barley left his mouth before his hand was on the back of your neck. Closing the space between the two of you, his lips were on yours. You moved into the middle of the seat, resting a hand on his knee, the other resting on his chest. The kiss was by no means rough, but it wasn’t sweet either. It was needy, as if neither of you had felt something like this in a long time. Sparks shot up and down your spine, as the thrill of feeling his lips on yours took over. His tongue ran along your bottom lip, so you gladly opened up. His fingers tangling in your hair.

“We are at the first destination.” The cab driver cleared his throat, as the vehicle came to a stop. You pulled away, and your face turned bright red.

“Right, this is my stop.” Barba said with cool exterior, seeming to be that the moment hadn’t even fazed him. He adjusted his blazer, and looked to the front of the cab, “How much do I owe?”

“Oh, no, my treat, remember?” I asked, looking at him out of the corner of my eye, not sure if I could look him dead in the eye without your head exploding.

“Alright,” Even though you were only half staring at him you could see a half smile across his face, followed by an almost awkward laugh. “I will see you tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll see you.” You said, as hek climbed out of the cab, and closed the door behind him. As the cab drove away, you melted into your seat with complete devastation. What just happened? You only had about twenty minutes to relish in the moment. Admire how great of a kisser he was, how soft his touch was. Even as you climbed the steps of of your apartment complex. Leaving a trail of clothes from your door to your bed, not caring enough about the mess you were leaving, it would have to be tomorrow’s problem. As you laid in bed you were only able to appreciate for a few more seconds before falling into blissful sleep.

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Walking into work that morning, there was nothing to calm your nerves. Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest as your feet carried you closer to Barba’s office, as the hundred thoughts pounded in your head.

I kissed my boss last night. No! My boss kissed me last night! I was the one who checked him out, and spent the whole night flirting with him! Were we supposed to talk about it, or pretend it never happened?”

Not having a clue what those thoughts, and your heart beating so hard you were worried everyone around you could hear it.

“Good morning, Ms. Y/L/N.” Barba’s secretary said, as you smiled at her. As much as you hated to admit it, you couldn’t remember her name for the life of you.

“Good morning,” you muttered in return. “Is Barba in already?”

“Yes, and he is waiting for you.”

Oh God. Oh  God, oh God, oh God! What did that mean?

“Thank you,” you walked into his office, closing the door behind you. There he sat behind his desk. Both of his elbows resting on his desk, and he was rubbing his temples. “Good morning.”

“Yeah, it sure is morning.” His eyes finally bolted up to mine.

“Was last night that bad?” You said jokingly, not realizing what you had said until it was already out there, too late to take it back. You watched as his lips twisted into a devious grin.

“Not particularly.” He said, causing your cheeks to turn slightly pink. “I do have a splitting headache from the task we have just been assigned.

“Task? Important I assume.”

“You don’t watch the news?”

“With what time?” You retorted and Barba chuckled half-heartedly.

“You’ll learn with this job, you’ll want to have the news playing in the background constantly.” He said, tossing a newspaper across his desk. Peaking your interests, you walked over picking it up.

“‘Unarmed black kid, shot and killed.’” You read out loud, “Killed, by cops?”

“Yes, almost a week ago.”

“Well, I did just get back into the city three days ago.”

“No excuses.” Barba said, standing up from his chair. “We have to work quick, and efficient. No room for error in this case.”

“Well where do we start then?”

“We review the interrogation from IAB, go over the files of the police officers, and then to the Grand jury.”

“Grand Jury? Where will I be, while you are trying the case to the grand jury?”

“You are going to be by my side the entire time. Except when I am actually in the courtroom, you will be sure everything out here is ready for me.”

“Alright, so the tapes, from IAB?”

“Yeah.” It didn’t take long for the two of you to get the interviews set up on his laptop, and started watching them. You were kind of thankful things seemed to be normal. Once you got to work there was no awkward silence, or even thoughts of the night before. Only the case and how much a pain in the ass it had already turned out to be.

[xiaoyingliangpho101]

HW place

Organic Forms no.5

Date:8/12/22

Time:10:10am

Location: Staten Island

Technical Information: wide camera, ISO 32, 1/4292s.

[through-nics-eyes]

Diptych HW

To me, there is something both eerie and comforting about abandoned places. There are so many different aspects to see and take in. The first photo is an abandoned home in the countryside taken by Matthew Christopher, whose entire portfolio are pictures he takes in abandoned places. The second is a photo I took right here in Staten Island. I took this photo as a response to the first one because they are similar in many ways. I think that there is something amazing in the fact that nature continues to thrive in places that are left untouched by humans. Life is everywhere and it goes on regardless if we are there to witness it. Both of these photos prove that true even in modern suburbia like Staten Island. 

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View of Manhattan from the Staten Island Ferry. Farewell New York! #nyc #statenislandferry (at Staten Island Manhattan Ferry) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4ysukHn-HW/?igshid=15t8z8fbym9cu

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Happy holidays ! Ft. The boroughs & Will/Albany. No text version beneath

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So which boroughs are poor and which ones are rich? Do you try to help each other out? Also, this is giving me Great Gatsby vibes.

Manhattan: Well Tony and I are filthy rich! I mean we were always rich, we’re both cities. Well Tony isn’t anymore and he wasn’t always as rich as me. The rest of them are well the usual, kinda poor I guess. Whatever without me, they’d all still be farming. Now they’re all doing construction and what not.

Brooklyn: Was any of that necessary to add?

Staten Island: Oh my god! You’re Mr. Italy right?!

Romano:…uh…sure…

Queens: Should we help him?

The Bronx: With Frank, it’s all souls for themselves.

So yeah, Brooklyn and Manhattan are and were on the more wealthier side than the other boroughs. Up until the turn of the last century, most of the other boroughs with the exception of Manhattan and Brooklyn were mostly farmland. Also duahshs yeah I guess it does have Great Gatsby vibes lol. And everyone who guessed the pose in the opening post, here’s a gold star ⭐️

also howdy I said it before but I’ll say it again, I like @askitaliaromano ‘s hc of Romano working in the US during that period.

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“You all are so far away from my country it makes me wonder if you’ve ever even tried any authentic food, and not what ever the hell Alfred thinks he’s doing with ‘Mexican Food’..”

Staten Island: Well I really like Taco Bell-

Manhattan, covering Staten Island’s mouth: Haha funny Frank.

Manhattan, angry whispering to Staten Island: We can’t look like idiots!

Manhattan: What Frank means to say is that while Mexican Americans do make up the third largest Latino group in the city, they’re still a newer group to the city than let’s say Puerto Ricans, so their presence is still being cemented. Long story short…we mostly have had Alfred’s version of your food… :( But we’re totally open to trying new things.

Staten Island, whispering back to Manhattan: Lynn…but isn’t T-

Manhattan: Finish that thought and I swear to god I’m going to make sure you’re part of New Jersey.

[ask-nyc-boroughs]

@ask-nicaragua , this fact bothers me. I feel bad for Adrian that he unfortunately in the same category as something as Frank is in

[ask-nyc-boroughs]

Frank is the same height as Lupe lmao

Unfortunately, they are stuck with Frank.

Staten Island: We’re gonna be best buddies guys >:)

Queens: Lmao please take him.

@ask-nicaragua @dahliamorena

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Boroughoes at the beach

Just something more light from the past two posts :)

Lynn (Manhattan) just soaks up the sun while practically her feral children the other boroughs sneak up to flip over Tony’s (Brooklyn) floatie.

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What neighborhood do they live in?

Lynn (Manhattan) lives in the Upper East Side. xoxo gossip girl here. It’s expensive , the way she likes it.

Tony (Brooklyn, lol I changed his name cause I didn’t like it) lives in Carroll Gardens. He moved there around the 1870s, easier access to New York City.

Rodrigo (The Bronx) lives in Morrisania. He’s lived here since it was the Morris Manor.

Andy (Queens) lives in Elmhurst. He’s moved around a few times, he lived in Flushing for a while, but decided to settle in Elmhurst in the 1950s

Frank (Staten Island) lives in Old Town. This was where the original Dutch settlement in Staten Island was located. It was called Oude Dorp.

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1 year !!

Ok technically it was 2 days ago! But this blog has officially existed for 1 year so here’s quick drawing of the boroughoes boroughs . I just want to thank you guys for coming here and checking this out :) like this means a lot and I’m really grateful.

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What's your favorite place to be in you guys??

Staten Island: So I know that we, well more like Lynn, gets the nickname the city that never sleeps. And sure we like to hang out at parks and other shit…but at the end of the day we crave sleep so…bed I guess. We’re not really too different from humans