#mott haven

[wanderingnewyork]

A street corner in #Mott_Haven, #the_Bronx.

[aryburn-trains]

Bound for GCT, T-2b 267 rolls train 840 through Mott Haven on June 7, 1958.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

A Baltimore and Ohio Railroad freight car standing at the Harlem River Yards, 1946.

Photo: Gordon Parks via the Gordon Parks Foundation

[fishmech]

union square & mott haven by floppy disk

[illalmusalliin]

Here's the bus system for Centrum. There are many routes running through downtown. I will eventually recolor the routes so they're easier to differentiate, but I'm too lazy.

Carretera Santa Cruz (the southwest highway on the sheet) carries two different express bus routes. This highway is named after St. Croix, USVI where I have family.

Here we have the metro/subway system for this sheet. I'm using the map/image from my first Cháxel post, so you can see details from other sheets. It'll show how they connect when stitched together.

We have Berlín Station, named after Plaza Berlín--a small park my mom used to go to back in Guatemala City. We have the City Hall station right in the middle of the downtown district. El Comandante Station named after Che Guevara. Mott Haven Stations for my childhood neighborhood in The Bronx.

[conandaily2022]

Bronx, New York City's Joshua Evans shoots Enriqueta Rivera in Mott Haven, hides in Mount Vernon

Joshua Evans, 21, of Mott Haven, Bronx, New York City, New York, United States is a gang member. In 2019, he was arrested and charged with robbery. Just after 12:30 p.m. on September 14, 2023, Enriqueta Rivera,71, of the Bronx and another woman, 34, of the Bronx were shot two blocks away from Evans’ residence in Mott Haven. He allegedly opened fire at a member of a rival gang but missed the…

[efsacco]

Friendly Village: a second grade trip

Remembering the dissonance of a second grade reader in the Bronx

PS 25 in 1905.  I attended some 55 years later. The school is still there, on 811 E 149th St. NYC.gov That diasporic feeling  There is no one place or time when diaspora occurs…it is a perpetual space of change and displacement. An awareness. It’s a process I share with many, whether by blood, place or experience, with locations linked by oceans and shaped by the relentless squeeze for money…

[welcome2thebronx]

Two condos in the South Bronx sell for over $1.1 million each shattering real estate records

The South #Bronx has shattered a real estate record with not one but two condo units selling for over $1 million in 2022 and one of them is now the most expensive condo in South Bronx history. #gentrification

For the first time in South Bronx real estate history, condominium apartments have cracked the $1 million price tag. The two units are located in the Bronx Bricks condominium at 305 E 140th Street, the first condo loft conversion in the South Bronx back in 2008. Unit 5A, a 1,981 square foot, three-bedroom loft sold for $1,135,000 last year in March. The unit was originally purchased in 2008,…

[historysisco]

I've always loved these buildings located on Alexander Avenue between 138th and 139th Streets in the Bronx. You don't really see too many of these types of row houses in the Bronx. I've mainly seen them in Brooklyn, particularly in Fort Greene.

According to the Historic District Council (HDC) Mott Haven Historic Districts webpage:

"Designated July 29, 1969

Alexander Avenue, once known as “The Irish 5th Avenue” and “Politicians’ Row,” features numerous handsome residences and public buildings from the turn of the century. One of the earliest, if not the earliest, series of row houses in the Bronx can be found here, built between 1863 and 1865."

There's nothing like coming across some history while getting your steps in on the streets of the Bronx and New York City.

#AlexanderAvenue #MottHavenHistoricDistrict #ArchitecturalHistory #RowHouses #BronxHistory #NewYorkHistory #NYHistory #NYCHistory #History #Historia #Histoire #Geschichte #HistorySisco

For Further Reading:

Mott Haven Historic District from the Museum of New York City website

[2othcentury]

Mott Haven, South Bronx, 1977

[thegeekproblem]

Doctor/Rose Mutant AU Plot Bunny

Dr. John Smith (i had the 10th doctor in my mind when i wrote this but you do you) is a mutant known as The Doctor throughout history. He's the founder of the Torchwood Institute, an organisation that gives a safe haven to mutants all over the world since 1941. It's run by Captain Jack Harkness, a mutant with Rapid Cellular Regeneration, meaning he heals real quick, so quick that it has slowed his aging so much he's practically immortal and has run the institute since its founding.

The Doctor's ability is Space/Time Manipulation. He's a prodigy, university level at 10 y/o. He discovers his mutant abilities young, but cannot control them yet. When he's a teenager he makes his first long accidental jump to the near future. 2030 or something like that. More than half of the population of the world is gone in a war, mutants are completely extinct. He spends a year in this future before he’s able to control his own abilities and jump again back to his own time. He returns from the accidental jump and decides he needs to change the course of history to change the future so he embarks in a journey through time to save humanity. He calls himself the Doctor so he isn’t found.

In present day a powerful mutant with Telepathic-Telekinetic abilities, code-named Bad Wolf, is trapped in a government facility dedicated to exterminate mutants. They say that in the wrong hands the power of Bad Wolf could be disastrous.

Donna Noble, vice principal of Torchwood and an empath, connects with Bad Wolf through the fear she's projecting. The Doctor must break Bad Wolf out the facility and protect her and maybe with that save the world.

And of course, because I'm a timepetals shipper the doctor and rose fall in love through the rescue and reacclimatising her to life outside the facility after being trapped in there for so long.

Torchwood Institute:

The Doctor - Space/Time Manipulation

Rose Tyler - Telepathy & Telekinesis 

Jack Harkness - Rapid Cellular Regeneration

Ianto Jones - Technopath

Gwen Cooper - Super Strength

Toshiko Sato - Suggestion

Mickey Smith - Non-Mutant

Martha Jones - Healing

Donna Noble - Empathy

Amy (Pond) Williams - Anti-Gravity

Rory Williams - Rapid Cellular Regeneration (but he’s unaware of it until an incident happens)

Melody (Pond) Williams - Anti-Gravity

Sarah Jane Smith - Lie Detection

Wilfred Mott - Non-Mutant

Bill Potts - Teletransportation

Amy and Melody use the name Williams because they were hiding the fact that they were mutants until they're found out and run away to Torchwood. Rory follows them there because he won't abandon his family.

Government (i didn't actually think about the name of the organisation but you know, fuck the government)

The Master - Power Negation/Pretends to be Non-Mutant

Clara Oswald - Memory Manipulation (she works for them until she gets to run away with the Doctor)

Adam Mitchel - Non-Mutant

Owen Harper - Non-Mutant

A/N: i decided to post some of the ideas i had for fics that for a while were only collecting dust in my drive. i'm trying to finish the series that i started back in 2020 that i completed the outline but life got in the way so i haven't written anything in a while. i also have a lot of incomplete ideas but i don't think i'll write most of them so i'll share what i have and if this inspires some of you please feel free to write this and share it with me so i can go and read it 🥰 also, this is as far as the idea got, i hadn't watched anything with the 13th doctor when i wrote this so i didn't get to how her companions would fit in this au but feel free to add them if you like. this was born as a doctor/rose fic so everything else was an after thought, though i always try to give space to every character i write that's why i had notes of so many of them

[wanderingnewyork]

Houses in #Mott_Haven, #the_Bronx.

[aryburn-trains]

NYC, Mott Haven Junction, New York, 1968

New York Central Railroad passenger train no. 911 led by electric locomotive no. 263 at Mott Haven Junction, New York, on August 13, 1968. Photograph by Victor Hand.

[fishmech]

Graham Triangle

[valleydean]

Chapter 6 [Read Here]

CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | playlist | tip

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

The telephone’s ringing filled the quiet house. Dean sprinted downstairs, his polished shoes drumming on the hardwood and his loose tie nearly slipping off his neck in his haste, because no one else was home to pick up the phone. Sam and Eileen had taken the baby to Eileen’s aunt’s in Mott Haven for a few days. So, he had to get to it before it stopped ringing. Because that had to be Cas. No one else would have been calling so late.

On the first floor, his toe connected with one of Maura’s rattles that had been dropped on the floor. The thing made a racket as it skittered across the room and slid beneath one of the chairs, but Dean didn’t care about that right now. He’d been waiting for Cas to call all night.

He dove toward the phone, nearly breathless, and picked it up with a clatter on what must have been the final ring. “Cas?”

“Dean?” Cas’ confused, slightly concerned voice came in tinny over the line. “Are you… alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean assured him with a grin to hide his embarrassment before he realized Cas couldn’t see it. “I just ran down here. Didn’t wanna miss you.”

“Oh. Apologies. I didn’t think you’d be busy.”

“I’m not.” Dean swallowed down the lingering tracing of breathlessness and asked, “How’d it go?”

“I won,” Cas said. There was the slight sound of a fog horn behind him. Dean could picture him, sitting on the edge of his hotel bed, the balcony doors open and lacy curtains billowing while river boats and barges chugged down the churning Mississippi behind him. The streets below would be filled with people and music.

“’Course ya did!” Dean cheered proudly into the phone. “Never doubted you. How’d you do it?”

“Technical knockout in the fifth round,” Cas said.

“He had enough so soon, huh?” Dean said, even though Cas’ returning grunt sounded pretty tired and worn out, too. Dean held the phone between his shoulder and ear and tied his tie. Across the living room, the moonlight came in through the front window.

“You celebrating tonight?” he asked.

Cas huffed. His voice was all gravel and grit, and Dean missed the rumble of it beside him. “No. I’m too tired. But… tomorrow, we will. Gabriel demanded it. He said Michael, Raphael, and I weren’t any fun.”

Dean snorted. “Well, he’s got a point.” Apparently, Dean could still feel Cas rolling his eyes halfway across the country. It made his smile brighten. “Drink a Sazerac for me.”

“Okay,” Cas agreed. Then, “What about you? What are you doing tonight?” His voice was soft now, almost wistful, like he wished he was there. On any other night, it would have made Dean feel the same longing, because he missed Cas’ fingers carding through his hair while they sat on the couch and listened to the radio. He hated hugging a pillow at night, pretending it was Cas.

But tonight, the question made the skin on Dean’s face tighten.

“Ah, nothing really,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Jo was supposed to come over for some drinks, but she bailed. So, it’s just me, Sammy, and Eileen staring at each other all night.” He gave an exaggerated groan, his eyes flashing to the empty sofa and armchairs. “Fun times.”

There was a pause over the line. Dean thumbed at his ring. His other hand tightened around the phone.

“How are you and Sam?” Cas asked. “After that night…”

Dean exhaled and leaned against the wall. He didn’t really want to be reminded of Cas’ going away party. “We’re fine. Same old. Sammy got over it.” He scoffed. “Eileen looked like she wanted to tear me a new one for a couple days, but we’re good.”

That was mostly true. Things were still a little tense, but it’d blow over eventually. Sam was usually at the office most nights, anyway, so it wasn’t like he was even around to be pissed at Dean.

If anything, Bobby was the one Dean still needed to dodge. Ever since Ed and Harry had their fifteen minutes of fame in the papers and radio shows, Bobby had been riding Dean’s ass, despite the fact that the rest of the world had moved on.

“Good,” Cas said, seeming satisfied. “And how’s Jack? He’s staying out of trouble?”

“Yeah, no more schoolyard fights,” Dean told him, even though Cas would probably know better than him. Kelly had let Dean take the kid for ice cream once since Cas had left, and that was only because Charlie had come along too—and because he’d shown up at Kelly’s door unannounced so she wouldn’t be ready with an excuse. It was bullshit. “Everything’s good. Don’t worry so much. You’re not missing anything.”

There was a rapping of knuckles at the front door. Dean’s heart nearly leaped right out of his damn mouth. He looked at the door, seeing Lee cupping his hands over the sidelights to peer inside.

Behind him, on the street, Dean saw the glowing headlights of Lee’s new Cadillac 325 waiting for them. Lee had been so excited to show Dean the car—and, as much as Dean hated other people driving him around, he could make an exception this time. The Cadillac was the most luxurious car money could buy. Dean was a little jealous of the new toy, but he was mostly happy for his friend. Lee deserved it. He’d been working hard.

And, hey, maybe Lee would let Dean take it for a spin.

When Lee caught Dean’s eye through the window, Dean held up a finger to tell him to wait. Lee put up both hands in surrender and leaned back.

“Well, I miss you,” Cas was saying over the phone, none the wiser.

Dean’s heartstrings plucked. He turned his back to the door and ducked his head more to keep the conversation private. He said, “Me too, baby.”

So damn much.

He imagined Cas in the silence that followed: the openness of his expression, the slight smile on his lips and the twinkle in his eyes, the soft lines on his face and tired hunch of his shoulders. Dean twirled his ring again without realizing it.

Then, he remembered Lee outside.

Dean hated lying to Cas. It made his stomach feel fuzzy. But Cas would only bitch at him if he knew he was going out to a club with Lee.

And what else was Dean supposed to do with his time? Wait around for the phone to ring like some lovesick damsel? Cas was gone because he chose to be. He had to know Dean would hang out with his friends while he was away. If he really wanted Dean to stop partying with Lee, he would have stayed. Dean was doing nothing wrong in his book.

But Dean didn’t want to start a fight. It was just easier this way, and what Cas didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.

Forcing his tone to be smooth and casual, he said, “Anyway, you sound beat. Why don’t you get some sleep, huh? Call me again before you leave New Orleans.”

“I will,” Cas said into a yawn. Dean couldn’t help but feel fond over that sound. “Goodnight, Dean.”

“Dream about me,” Dean told him.

It was met with, “Always.”

Dean lingered on the phone for another second before setting it back down on its cradle. Then he rolled his shoulders back, fixed the knot of his tie, and went to the door.

“Finally!” Lee said jovially in lieu of a greeting. “You ready?”

“Always am!” Dean answered, his grin mischievous now.

Lee whooped and walked down the stoop. Dean turned around to flick off the light. While he did, his eyes landed on the phone again. Guilt pounded at the back of his head, but he blinked and shook it away. He closed the door behind him on his way out.

[mia-seth-adventures]

🇺🇸 "Dancing in the South Bronx" by photographer David Gonzalez (1979). Taken at a street fair in Mott Haven when a salsa band started playing, and this couple began dancing.