#nyc!verse

[ronmanmob]

[DOOR] character A blocks the doorway to stop character B leaving

A Moment More Meme

"Don't, Tabs!" Ron pleaded. He was stood in the doorway of his New York apartment, blocking the way of his tiny but mighty newest bestie in the world. She was bedecked all angel-like - wings and white and glitter and all - and was gigglingly trying to get round him again; darting left and right on her tippy-toes, just like she had the last time, and the last time...And the Last Time too.

"Tabs please" Ron tried, but she wasn't up for listening. She scuttled towards him instead, so quick his arms came down to catch her onto to connect with nothing. Not even cold air, this time. The room lost all the light that'd been in it when she had been; came back to its actual state - dark and upheavalled and empty. So fucking empty.

That didn't happen when she visited propah.

Sick to his guts suddenly, Ron flicked a glance towards the calendar that lived on his desk. Yesterday was coloured bright red for reference - red for rough seas, hard-head-times, in need of his next jab that was due, he noted, two days hence. He'd have to ask 'em to up the dose this time. It was so fucking rare that he saw things that weren't there. Rarer yet that they took him in so well he talked to 'em.

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Though he knew nothing of the subtle choreography Beth was weaving as she moved that wine glass one handed, Ron sent her silent thanks for what portion of this getting he and Tony in the same place dance of hers he had been party to - specifically the foreknowledge she'd given him of the man's profession. It'd come out in conversation, just enough to wet the appetite and make Ron curious, and had stuck somewhere in him that, three, four years ago would've sent him up the nearest set'a curtains.

NCIS.

Military police.

The Ron he'd been then, who wasn't so well, so settled or so law-abiding as he was now? That Ron wouldn't be at this table breaking bread and watching Tony's lips as he spoke; as he wet them, chasing that errant drop of wine. That Ron would've clocked the badge and 180'd, paranoid to his bone marrow that this was some honey-trap trick orchestrated not by Beth, but by some ethereal, not-based-in-fact Them who wanted to end like Capone London's Gangland-King. But that was then, with filthy hands. And now was now, away - unsullied. And Ron found, as he let his gaze wander over Tony's features like it would over art while he spoke of his job and how he'd chased it across the country, of his nonna, Brooklyn's old theatre and on, that that paranoid prickle didn't come. A grin's implication did instead as he watched him enjoy his wine like a gentleman should; nose first, always.

And as to movies--

"Love a classic, me. Oldah th'bettah - back t'th silent era 'n forward f'rew th'twenties, ferties, forties." Animated and joyfully engaged by this talk of his comfort eras, Ron gestured as he spoke; marking each type of movie he named with a movement of the hand, a tilt of the head. "Anyfin abaht th'world wars? M'fascinated. Not f'th violence. F'th 'istry. Modern day, fink'a Darkest 'Our - Gary Oldman as Winston Churchill. Mate-" A fractional pause in his commentary meant emphasis; likewise the raise of the brows and the pause in his hands' movement. "Perfection. Lincoln as well - Daniel Day Lewis. Y'seen it? Man became tha' role."

A brief, gin-caused diversion; glass to lips, a sip enjoyed. And then Ron was off again, curiosity stitched into how his next words came out sounding.

"D'yah still enjoy th'feater?" he asked, his voice warming as he spoke with a kind of fond, unserious self-deprecation; the sort that implied he was proud despite how what he was describing didn't fit the image he'd had in other parts of his life at that time. What that image had been, he didn't linger on. He was more now than what he'd made of himself then.

"I'd go m'self in Lahndan, bu' not as a li'le lad. No money f'it then. Became quite th'matinee idelah once I 'ad th'scratch though."

@brooklynislandgirl, @big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo

He notices the way Beth's fingers nudge the wine glass closer to him, though his eyes never leave Ron. He's admittedly entranced by Ron's accent, the thick East End that comes out in every word. It isn't a challenge like some other accents might be, but something that Tony kind of wants to roll around in, something that makes him just a little worried for his sanity. That isn't a reaction that Tony DiNozzo usually has to people he's just met. He's much too aware of the risks of letting himself be that kind of vulnerable. But Beth is here, her hand a steady presence on his thigh, and he knows it's safe to let that go, just a little.

He lifts the wine glass for something to do, taking a moment to allow his eyes to slip closed so he can smell the bouquet better. Beth knows her wine so he knows he won't be disappointed, but he wouldn't be a rich Italian man if he didn't take the time to properly smell his drink. He takes a small sip, tongue darting out to catch the drops that remain on his lip, before setting the glass back down. It's as good as he knew it would be, Beth's taste once again impeccable.

"There's the question," his voice is light, though he doesn't truly enjoy talking about NCIS. Still, it isn't like he's talking about all the horrible things, not to this stranger. "I moved here from Baltimore for work a few years ago. I was hand picked for one of the top teams at NCIS. It's been... an adventure. I don't think I would've had half the experiences I've had here any other place."

The plague, losing his partner to a crazed terrorist, working with a Mossad assassin... they're all things that Tony knows wouldn't have happened at a regular police precinct. Beth has long been after him about the excitement of his job and how it puts him in danger she doesn't like. He hasn't listened in the past, but he's tired now, and he thinks that maybe he deserves a break, deserves something nice. Ron is something nice, according to Beth, and it certainly doesn't hurt, the way he looks or sounds.

"I'm not married to DC," he takes another sip of his wine, glancing over at Beth with a small but fond smile on his face. "Someone keeps trying to convince me to move to Brooklyn, and I've been thinking about it. Retiring from the federal sector, maybe starting my own PI business. I always did want to be Magnum, and I miss New York. I grew up going to Little Italy with my nonna, and an old theater in Brooklyn with my mum. I could easily work there, but I think I'll tease Beth with the possibility more."

There's a teasing gleam in his eye when he glances sideways at Beth, knowing that she'll hear the undertone that he's seriously considering her desire for him to leave NCIS and DC along with it.

"I need to know," his eyes find Ron's again, "what kind of movies you watch. I consider myself a connoisseur of film. Beth can attest to that. I have a movie for every occasion."

@ronmanmob @brooklynislandgirl

[sphinxthecat]

☥Across the spider verse screensavers☥

☥"It's just a leap of faith, swinging into the unknown and embracing whatever comes."☥

[ask-nyc-boroughs]

Tony/Brooklyn & Lynn/Manhattan going on vacation, Lynn said she’d also help carry bags…alas. Anyways they’re in a Leyendecker color study I did & that I am very proud of how it came out ! Tony & Lynn are only married for legal purposes cause of the 1898 amalgamation of NYC (which gives us 5 boroughs).

Also I haven’t talked about the boroughoes in ages! I’ve been very focused on my Alfred & states lore that I haven’t touched my NYC lore 😭❤️ my OG lore. I’ll share some major changes and other thoughts below the cut. Also scroll the bottom for a little doodle of the boroughs :D

I do love my borough ocs dearly they’re my oldest babies (9/10 years and going ❤️). And I love working on their lore BUT I feel a lot of the depth of their lore can be better discussed if I also work on lore at a state (Jennie/ New York State) and a national (Alfred/USA) level. Don’t worry I haven’t casted them aside, just cooking and learning new things as I work on Jennie & Alfred so I can better understand how different relationship dynamics impact each borough (especially as Lynn/Manhattan is basically their boss).

Before I delve into major changes in my lore, for newer folks, I’m gonna give a brief description of each borough oc:

Manaháhtaan “Lynn Cooper” / Manhattan borough is essentially the “boss” of all the boroughs. She’s born slightly before European colonization to Ms. Munsee Lenape and Mr. Mohican. For various reasons, she’s not particularly close to her parents nowadays. Lynn is a bit like a princess. She expects only the finest things in life, and she’s known to be perhaps a bit greedy and definitely cut-throat ambitious and will squash you like a bug if she deems you unworthy, but she’s quite charming. Her loud, bold, intense, no nonsense, but with perhaps a flirtatious smile makes her someone people wanna be around. She’s close friends with her fellow boroughs, Jennie/ New York State, and Alfred/ USA.

Anthonij “Tony” Cohen/ Brooklyn is a proud man who is always been rather peeved his best friend and greatest rival is essentially his boss and his legal wife, but he can’t ever really hate her. However, Tony will absolutely dig in his heels and give Lynn a hard time like pretending he’s a separate city still. His gregarious nature, and his interests in many topics from fashion to politics makes him someone you want to get know better. On another note, Tony was born to human parents during the New Netherland period, and he’s of African-American and Ashkenazi Jewish descent. Tony began to connect more with Judaism in the late 1800s specifically Reform Judaism. Tony is dating Andy/Queens, and he likes hanging out with his friends (and also making fun of them). Tony is always a bit peeved at Jennie for making him and Lynn marry, but they mostly get along, and they often celebrate Jewish holidays together (alongside with Jennie’s sister Elise/ New Jersey). Tony is also good friends with Alfred.

Andrew “Andy” Perez/ Queens was born to human parents some point during the late 1800s and is of Dominican and Chinese (probably Cantonese) descent. He’s a rather reserved man. He does have a bit of a bitch face, but he’s honestly quite friendly if you get him talking. He enjoys a more quiet pace of life. You’ll find him hanging around his neighborhoods, playing chess or helping folks out or just yapping. During the summer, you’re highly likely to find him at Rockaway beach catching some waves.

Rodrick “Rodrigo” Madden/ The Bronx was born to human parents in the late 1800s and he’s of Puerto Rican and Irish descent. Nowadays, he does try to act like Mr. Tough guy, but that’s to hide the fact he doesn’t wanna be hurt again. He’s not been treated well by Lynn as a friend in the past and he somewhat blames his more naive and rather naturally friendly nature as the reason why. But Rodrigo is a sweetheart. His heart has almost always been in the right place. He’ll give you the clothes off his back even if it hurt him. He has a pet calico cat named Teddy that was once a barn cat from he used to be farmer (also I randomly decided the cat also immortal cause I can’t mentally kill off this cat).

François “Frank” Russo/Staten Island was born to human parents during the New Netherland period and is of Walloon and Italian (probably Neapolitan) descent. He can be rather intense especially when he’s passionate about something, and often thinks of himself as the center of universe. He may off as an annoying asshole but if you put aside the self centered attitude, the extreme bouts of passion and stubbornness, and maybe his lack of manners- you’ll find he’s not a bad guy.

Also why borough ocs, Egg? Uh cause I can. When I made them, no one else was doing this and I felt a New York City character can’t be explained in just a character alone plus culturally and politically the boroughs are actual entities thus for me mentally justifies why I could personify them.

OK also one of the more major changes to the lore is that Lynn & Tony are now legally married due to the 1898 amalgamation. As I mentioned numerous times on this blog, I want to explore more serious and complicated themes especially as I’ve gotten older. I now interpret the amalgamation a bit like a marriage between New York City (then just Lynn) and the city of Brooklyn. They’re still friends/rivals. Also Tony is gay. But I’m interested in exploring the idea of these personifications being public figures and how aspects maybe like tokenization, homophobia, misogyny can also impact them. I’ll expand on this another time as I don’t want to take away from the point of this post.

The other major update is that Andy/Queens & Rodrigo/the Bronx only come into existence as aeterni (borrowing term from a pirenaia on twitter) when they’re older kids and at some point btwn 1870s-1890s. This just changes their aging timeline a bit is all. I made this change cause I really want my borough ocs to reflect the inhabitants and groups that have had significant influences on the culture of this city. As Rodrigo is Puerto Rican / Irish in his ethnic background and Andy is Chinese / Dominican, the most significant beginnings of the migration of these groups to the city started in the late 1800s (picked up x1000 post wwii). It wasn’t like impossible before but I felt the explanation was too loose ++ the Bronx & Queens were just beginning to urbanize at this period & beforehand I’m gonna argue did not have much of a major cultural thing. I need both a major cultural aspect and some sort of political aspect to create ocs. Alsooo eastern Bronx as a character no longer exists in this universe- Frances rip 🙏

hehe that’s all (for now)- here’s a boroughoes doodle

[madzzzz]

Sketching to pass time🕷️🕸️

[livwritesstuff]

So I know for the most part you’ve focused on the family’s life between the girls adoption and their college years, but that post about Steve being a space of comfort for his kids got me thinking. Later in life, do any of the girls, for any reason, have to come back home to live with them for an extended period of time? I’m thinking more not-so-fresh out of school or beyond situations, where it’s a tougher decision to move back in with your parents. And if they do, how does everyone handle it? Do the girls see it as a failure or are they grateful that they have parents who are willingly and able to support them when they need it? Or is it a complex swirl of both?

took some time to think this one over because i honestly hadn’t considered it before, and I think the one who’d have the hardest time in a scenario like this is Hazel.

Hazel is the only kid out of the three who forms a strong opinion on who she wants to be as an adult and spends practically her entire life slowly building to it.

I’ve made a few comments here and there about how Hazel’s loved animals basically from day one, but I’ve gone less into how she makes a career out of it. She decides very early on (think ten or eleven years old) that she wants to be a zoologist, and that she specifically wants to work with big cats, and even more specifically, she wants to work with the big cats at Disney’s Animal Kingdom in Florida (because she’s Hazel, and because her home state of Massachusetts is somewhat lacking in the big cat department).

So unlike her older sisters, she’s got a plan and she’s had it for a long time. Hazel’s pretty easy-going on the whole, but she’d definitely be the kid who would be the most hard on herself if she ended up moving back home because, to her, it would represent a kind of failure on her part in a scheme that means basically everything to her.

I don’t really know what it would take for that to happen though. Top of mind, I’ve talked before about how Wayne and Hazel have a really special bond which is sort of intrinsically tied to a mutual interest in animals/wildlife, so if he happened to get sick or pass away during Hazel’s time in school (which, not to get too real, but he’d be entering his nineties when Hazel started undergrad, sooo…) it would definitely take a massive toll on her and her academic/career performance seeing as it was tied so strongly to Grandpa Wayne (but that is so unpleasant i literally don’t want to think about it at all so we’re just gonna move on).

Moe and Robbie, on the other hand, I don’t think would be as bothered if they had to move back home. Moe actually does for a while – when she decides to quit engineering to go to law school, she moves back home to save money – but Moe also has a little bit of a god complex, so as long as it’s a decision she makes, she usually feels pretty confident in it even if it wasn’t her original plan.

And it’s exactly as you said – Steve and Eddie 100% are a safe space for their kids so they’d definitely be torn between feeling not-so-good about having to move home (especially if it feels like a step backwards), the actuality of living at home isn’t a negative in the way it can be for other people.

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Miles Morales: Spider-Man #1 (vol.2)

illustrated by:

Dike Ruan & Alejandro Sánchez Rodríguez

[puckish-rogue]

" Oh for the love of god. You nerds gotta stop taking this Santa crap so seriously. Go back t' checking your stupid-ass list and leave me alone. I got my sights on a tree that needs to be stolen. "

[ronmanmob]

☠ ― how about.... either Ron's first day in prison, or his last.

Scenes From Our Canon Meme

"--Firs' day was usual" Ron offered after a weighty, lengthy pause for thought. They'd fetched up in a bar that neither of them owned or had vested interests in this evening and had found their way into a booth were, with a sharing platter of food and a stiff drink each, they'd got on to talking about things that lay pretty close to Ron's marrow-bones if he was honest. Which he'd sworn to be. And so, his gaze fixed on one of the bangles adorning Tabby's delicate wrist, he dredged up words and memories.

"--Usual b'cause there's a routine t'gettin' banged up 'n I'd been in p'lice nick b'fore. Not jail-propah, bu' cells f'th night. Said g'bye t'me ma'm tha' mornin', t'Reg, Charlie, th'dogs 'n-"

Something sharp near his heart made him wince.

"-N me aunts as well. May...'n Rose."

Ron took a breath, deep in, slow out, and reached across himself to tap at his left bicep. Tabby'd been round him in summer when it was vests for him, less shirt sleeves. She'd seen the inkings he had up there - the timepiece with no hands and the sumptuously rendered red roses. It was a memorial, that piece, to his Rose - gone but never, ever forgotten. Settling again as before, forearms to table, Ron went on.

"Took nuffin' wiv me. They take everyfin' off yah in jail, so I jus' went there - got dropped off by Albie - one'a our drivers. Walked in. Got read me rights 'n all, 'n then was processed like anyone else. Cloves taken. New ones - nick-ones - given. Cell assigned. Numbah given. 'N then it was th'grind tha' started -- same again 'n again, rhythmic undah ovvah-bright lights 'tween off-white walls, day on day on day..."

A shudder - tightly suppressed - went through Ron's whole body.

"F'ree years they'd given me" he said, "f'doin' grievous bodily 'arm on a piece'a filf tha' was tryin' t'kill me bruvvah." Heavily, his head shook back and fore. Then, a change of pace. His dark eyes tracked up in search of Tabby's. Quite what he was looking for he wasn't sure, but he did hope what he found wasn't too harsh a species of judgement.

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[ronmanmob]

‘Ow old’a you, sweet’eart?

Ron didn’t say those words in cutting repost to the almost adolescent puke of angst and rancour he received on back of what, to him, had been part flirtation part curious refrain. He was quiet instead, the humour in his expression dying off ‘til what remained was his usual watchful impassivity. The energy emoting facially took wasn’t something he made a habit of wasting on those folk who hadn’t got the nackers to take the verbal they’d dished out back in kind and this lad—

Bless his heart he’d made a right display of showing his arse, hadn’t he.

It was in how he gave ground across the table once the spike of temper’d calmed down, in the sorries, the mention of therapy not being the cure-all some folk touted it as, the aside to drink being not only recreation but his poison of choice.

There’d been a time in Ron’s life, a scattering of years ago back in London, when the kind of tone struck by this young man across from him ran a fifty-fifty chance of earning whomever’d talked like it to him serious damage. Last man who’d come a cropper was a pianist by trade. He’d been playing in a club Ron was enjoying his evening in, and had taken intense, vitriolically homophobic offence to this Face from the East End expressing an interest in getting to know him better. It got that man’s hands broke – not the rejection; the rudeness; the ‘fobia. But that was London, years back. Ron had more power there – more underworld presence there – than he’d ever have or even wanted in New York. And beyond that, bless the lad, Ben’s frothing came from a different place than the pianist’s had. It wasn’t an ad hominem. It was more…attack as defence – at least to Ron’s eye and Ron’s ear.

“—Brakes failure on y’tongue’s a cunt, ain’t it…” he observed, taking up his tumbler again and swirling its contents gently. “S’like whiskey, I fink. Don’t catch it in time ‘n y’ll say wha’ y’mean rahnd th’wrong person in th’wrong moment – end up in an ‘eap in an alley somewhere. F’kin’ awful business.”

There was no threat in what Ron was saying. He’d decided soon as Ben had mustered those sorries and backslid out his space that he’d have them as his pound of flesh and nothing more. There was no cosh to reach for, but had there been it would’ve stopped under the bar tonight.

There weren’t no lesson here to teach the lad didn’t already know.

“Th’watah’s barran f’judgement if yer fishin’ f’it, lad” Ron went on, referring to Ben’s seethe of questions about normalcy and juices. Whether or not they were empty words that’d tripped out off a forked tongue, they’d been said. They’d be answered. “Though if yer so bereft sexually tha’ yer ready t’turn t’some strangah in their Sunday best t’talk abaht th’problem, may I suggest broadenin’ y’orizons – tryin’ somefin’ new b’fore yer forced t’soul-bare in presence ‘ov someone wiv a clinical interest in y’sexlife. Y’might s’prise y’self.”

A moment's pause begat a shift in Ron's expression - the impassivity melting back into animation once more. His brows rose slowly, a grin quirking his lips as he tapped his tumbler to Ben's before taking a sip.

"Steady on tygah" he admonished almost playfully, batting away the prickle of rageous offence Ben had taken, regretted and apologised for. "We're mates 'ere. Y'wanna talk smut, we c'n talk smut. Bu' don't bite at me when I talk it back."

@ronmanmob :// { taking a sharp turn from the properly delightful, here }

Ben's lips struggled between forming 'uh, well' and 'well, uh…' until finally, they came together in a soft, indeterminate line and trembled. 

He then said, "No," his eyes belying a deep-seated mortification he was only made aware of through his sense of looking across the table through Ron and into a mirror. It was as if, for a moment, the man on the other side had embodied, in mind and soul, one great, polished lens. That, combined with a rising, kicking urge to smash it, smash what was in the other man un-smashable, and Ben was very much like a cat confronted with its reflection. 

Once, ten or eleven years ago, during a late-night round of Cards Against Humanity, her wrist turned around a similarly cumbersome whisky glass of old moneyed cut crystal, Miss Marciela Hodgson, as she'd been calling herself all evening, casually remarked on prospective Mister Hodgson's proclivity for manual strangulation. Ben was the only one to comment on it, to lukewarm laughter. There being no safe way to engage in the act was, as it turned out, 'kind of the point?' 

"I'm, sadly, vanilla," Ben admitted with another weak effort at smiling. His pupils oscillated in their bedrock, illuminated briefly by amusement, anger, or a transmogrification of the two. "Is that normal? Too normal? Should I start sex therapy? I hear it really gets the, uh, juices flowing. But why spend the five hundred bucks an hour when we can keep asking each other the same questions right here for free?" 

Ben hesitated, himself leaning over the narrow pub stool of a table, batting at the idea of proffering Ron the whole canape platter of his ever-abundant misery. He even had a little bacon-wrapped hors d'oeuvre for a nigh perfect stranger, Ronald Kray: 'You know, if you sold this conversation, you could slap a solid leg on every chair in the place.' 

He wanted to say it so badly, even if it was a weak point, dumb, hostile, and erroneous, as the chairs were more than fine; they were leatherbound. One couldn't find a sturdier barstool this side of the Hudson that Ben could occupy in relative peace, firstly. And actually, if breathed for maybe five Mississippi seconds and did that thing where he was supposed to remove himself from the details, hadn't he been the one to ask and hence provoke the former? Who couldn't take the dick here, exactly? The guy who wanted to throw a chair across a room and could write it off later to little fanfare and no one's surprise? What was the joke? Who was the joke? And having sufficiently emasculated himself, there no longer seemed a reason to be so defensive. 

Lately, he'd been thinking of calling himself Anti-Hulk. Never before returning to New York had Ben been so put off by the things he shouldn't do or say. That he'd spoken at all candidly in Ron's presence seemed 'kind of cute' when he'd behaved much the same way with his mother, several lawyers, Snoke, and yes, even some sex partners, and, as it had turned out, a Malaysian kingpin, whom Ben truly had no idea about, apart from he'd maybe seen the farm from a motorbike mirror, and two drug task forces later, who could say? 

Still, Ben immediately took back to the relatively safe distance of his seat, relinquishing the emotional canapes with a "Sorry. Sorry, that's uh. My bad." 

"Years of vanilla therapy hasn't gone very far," he said, motioning to his person. "I'm just a taller drink now."

Maybe his real kink had always been masochism. 

[zainnbug]

i wish i was spider-man only for the sole reason of swinging thru the city and just admiring it from a rooftop. Swinging sounds like sm fun idgaf about villains thats too much wrk but ooo pretty lights n tall buildings

[lunearobservatory]

florida's weird kids 💕 mami and orla

ought gfu k fuck there's THREE of them !!!!! AAA

[thelesbianthespianposts]

NYC things I want to be in Beyond the Spiderverse:

More water towers

bridges

little boys who only wear Mets merch

literally any character navegating the train system

joke about subway surfing

bridges

some digs at those stupid thin perfect rectangle skyscrapers

route talk (we talk about trains so much oml)

bridges

Eric Adams joke?

[ask-nyc-boroughs]

Some Hudson Valley holidays that occur in May ft. my idiots. Just wanted to draw some costumes ngl 💀. Anyways I’ll give some explanation to each of the little Polaroids cause ik most of these holidays aren’t well known.

Just a drawing of Emma celebrating Pinkster. I haven’t drawn Emma in years lolllll & I don’t work on her much anymore, but I thought she’d partake in the festivities. In this region, Pinkster is a Pentecost celebration brought over by the Dutch, but became more associated with the traditions brought over by enslaved Africans especially as their enslavers would allow them to travel and see their families and celebrate during this time. European settlers also partook in these festivities as well, but it just became more associated as an African-American holiday within New York & New Jersey.

Elise & Jennie being nice for a moment and taking a photo together lol, they probs went back to bickering after this cause they have issues 💀. Jennie is there cause this is her state capital, Elise was probably just invited cause she’s Jennie’s sister and both were alive during the Dutch colonial area. But anyways this is supposed to be them at Albany’s Tulip Festival. Tulip Fest began about 76 years ago celebrating Albany & Nijmegen’s friendship especially as the citizens of Albany raised significant funds and sent much needed supplies to Nijmegen following the Second World War. Also many Dutch-Americans in this area can trace their ancestry back to Gelderland. The Anyways Tulip Festival is a celebration of that friendship, but also of Albany’s Dutch heritage. The particular costumes Elise & Jennie are wearing is associated with the street sweeping ceremony + these costumes were only introduced to Albany 76 years ago. These are new here. Actually Emma & Will’s costumes are older.

Ok just a little silly doodle of Lynn giving Will a kiss during Pinkster.

[skinyaard]

SPIDERSONA WOOOO!!!!