#nyh

[szonikuscsavarhuzo]

Ez milyen gyártmányú tűzoltóautó?

Tisztára mint egy MRAP

[naspadliya]

gregor ballin in hell's kitchen or something

[vampothetically]

Not Yet Horsemen!AU Death

Had this Nephilim au backstory thing that @fxngelic and I used to explore, with less human, and more horse-like looks. In us revisiting this NYH AU, I have decidedly designed another unmasked concept for Death. I always had the notion that he’s more demon than angel, by Nephilim standard. Definitely more archaic in design. I think I’m going to be using this look for him when he’s not a horseman. I hc’d that he and the other horsemen had names once, before they were assigned their labels for apocalypse management. @fxngelic and I named all of them, and I named Death “Daghared” (pronounced Day-guard)

I have the other three sketched out, and @fxngelic has completed War's NYH concept! UvU That leaves the twins, Strife and Fury whom, I should have completed asap!

I apologize for the silence, I am recovering from a head cold =3=❤️‍🩹✨

[guy60660]

The Saint | NYHS

[crying-on-the-six]

[drownmeinbeauty]

LOSING GROUND

Once, at a dinner party I attended in Brooklyn, a guest talked about seeing baseball games at Ebbetts Field as a boy and then stopped and started crying. For those of us who remember now-gone places in the city, like the lobby bar at the Royalton Hotel, the sales floor at Alexander's, or the dining room at Florent, they remain powerfully present. An exhibit at the New York Historical Society called Lost New York catalogues some of the more prominent.

So much of the city's physical development is driven by finance that cyclical turnover, demolition and construction seem inevitable. Real estate practice is ruthless and even good architecture -- even undeniably great architecture -- gets caught beneath the wheels. The McKim Meade and White post office on Eighth Avenue was gutted to to create Moynihan Train Hall. The original Penn Station, the masterwork of McKim Meade and White, was razed in 1963 for today's Madison Square Garden. And that building was intended to replace a stadium in midtown that replaced McKim Meade and White's original Madison Square Garden, which was razed in 1926 for an office tower. It's a sad and costly logic.

European downtowns are dotted with centuries-old buildings that inventive designers have adapted again and again, over centuries, to accommodate inadequate insulation, plumbing, mechanics, and circulation systems. In New York City the Landmarks Preservation Committee fetishizes prewar (WWII that is) buildings, making it illegal to remove granite paving from the sidewalk and build penthouses visible from the street in certain districts. But in general Americans remains ambivalent about history. We tore down many of Frank Lloyd Wright's works, we're tearing down many of Paul Rudolph's works, and we'll tear down many of Frank Gehry's works, without compunction, as the land they sit on becomes increasingly dear.

Lost New York hints at other, deeper losses as land changes hands for political reasons. To create Central Park in 1837 the city claimed the residential blocks along Central Park West in the 80's that comprised Seneca Village, a thriving middle-class African American community. Leaders imagined a parcel of nature where the well-to-do could could to ride carriages and horses, and the working class could take walks. They thought nothing about the those who lived there and owned the land outright.

During the Depression those left without homes built small houses for themselves inside, forming a Hoovertown in view of the grand apartments along Fifth Avenue and Central Park West. They were removed forcefully by city authorities, who objected to the optics.

One thinks back to the primal trespass, when German trader Peter Minuit purchased Manhattan for the Dutch East India Company for 60 guilders from the Lenape, people who had no notion of land ownership. The city's contours are reshaped continually, strategically, by those in power, until others claim power over them.

Hooverville, Central Park, New York City, 1933. Photographer unknown.

[robokisser3000]

heres some art of my s/i’s btw

[airas-story]

https://www.tumblr.com/dylan-rodrigues/774853142469836800/just-fell-to-my-knees-in-the-office-because-the?source=share

It would be perfect if Stephen was CEO.

They’d done it. Universal healthcare had been touted as impossible in the US, but New York had proved it could work. New York’s trial period was considered a rousing success.

She turned away from the office celebrations as the newscaster on the break room’s tv continued their report on other states eager to follow New York’s lead. 

Had Stephen heard? When he’d left surgery to become a chief executive for NYHS—New York’s Health Service—she’d been shocked, even more so when he’d asked her to join him. Stephen was meant to be a surgeon, not an executive. But Stephen had made it work.

She came to a sharp stop as she reached the hallway to his office. Stephen had just exited. Was he—?

He was. 

Tony was with him. Not unusual. Here at NYHS, Tony was Stephen’s right hand, the one who helped Stephen combine his understanding of the medical world with the brutal world of business and politics. What was unusual was the way they walked hand in hand, intimate but comfortable, like it was the most natural thing.

This was…

Well, unexpected.

Or maybe… Maybe it wasn’t so unexpected. The two had always made an exceptional team.

[thefrankshow]

I lived in that neighborhood until a few years ago. Pretty gentrified now. Not necessarily a bad thing...it was a scary slum in the 70s and 80s. But very interesting.

[dumptruckofanass]

"sister thurrocks, did i give you... permission to sound the alarm? :)"

dear god. woah. okay. that totally didn't awaken anything in me. nyh uh.

[haveyouheardthisband]

working on a concept

basically i take the answers in ascending percentage, so in this case for the crane wives it would be No, Haven't heard of, Yes, or, in shorthand, NHY. ive been going through bands and adding them to a spreadsheet like this

im not sure what to make of it except for that HNY is the uber popular bands and NYH is the most common because of course it is. but i dont really know where NHY and YNH fit in to this. also so far there is no YHN or HYN but i expect them to be more common for like popular music that isnt really listened to on tumblr, like i think Skid row is one of those. its a little confusing to conceptualize but ya

[yosuwo]

Unrequited Love?

Part 1/?

Part 2

Summary: I'm not really good at summarys but basically, reader has a crush on wanda but wanda ignores reader idk😭

Notes: this is my first time writing a fanfic, please tell me if I made any mistakes. Also English isn't my first language so it might have some grammar mistakes

High school AU

“Hey, Wanda!” I greet my classmate as she walks past me with a sigh, once again not bothering to acknowledge me. This has been going on for some time now: whenever she sees me, Wanda rolls her eyes in my direction and continues walking, treating me as if I’m unworthy of even being acknowledged.

I just want to be friends with Wanda, but there’s something about me that’s rubbing her the wrong way. Maybe she thinks I’m trying to compete with her as the most popular girl at the school.

That's what my friends said.

"Give it up, Y/N.” Yelena sighs, "You're just making a fool out of yourself at this point."

"True," Kate agrees, chuckling, "She probably thinks you're trying to steal her spotlight as the most popular girl here at NYH."

"I can't!" I groan at my friends, as they peer at me, confused by my attachment to Wanda.

"What do you like about her anyway?" Kate asks. Her tone is half playful, half teasing, but there's also a sense of genuine concern about my well-being.

"I.... I don't know," I mumble, embarrassed to admit the truth. Something about Wanda pulls me toward her like a magnet. I can't explain it, but I feel like I'm in her orbit, drawn to her without reason or restraint.

As the bell rings signalling the end of lunch, my friends and I disperse, heading off to our respective classes.

I hurry off to class, thinking about what my friends had said to me. What is it about Wanda that draws me to her so much? Or are they right that I'm only making a fool of myself by obsessing over a girl who clearly isn't interested in me?

I sigh and shake my head, hoping I'll be able to focus on my work in class. But it seems like Wanda is always on my mind, no matter what I do.

"L/N?" Professor Fury calls, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Huh?" I blink, confused.

"I asked you a question," he continues, "are you going to answer or are you too busy daydreaming?"

I flush red in embarrassment as my classmates snicker around me.

----

I stood there, embarrassed and unable to answer Professor Fury's question.

"Anyone like to help L/N here?" he asked the class, to no response.

It seemed like an eternity of silence.

Then, to my surprise, Wanda stood up to help me. Her emerald green eyes met mine briefly before she looked away, answering Professor Fury's question correctly.

I sat back down when she finished, my face burning with embarrassment. Was I embarrassed that I had failed to answer the question? Or was I just flustered that Wanda had looked at me?

---

Class finally ended, and people quickly left the room. I gathered my things quickly and saw Wanda leaving, so I hurried over to catch up with her.

"Wanda!" I called out, hurrying up beside her as she walked out the door. "Hey," I panted, relieved to finally be near her.

She sighed, visibly annoyed as she squeezed her eyes shut. Turning to face me, she opened her eyes and spoke: "What?"

"Why did you do that?" I ask, ignoring her annoyance. "why did you help me?"

"Help you with what?" she asks, annoyed.

Is she being oblivious right now?

"Help me with the question." I rolled my eyes

Wanda looked away, trying to find an answer.

After a moment of silence,

She looked back at me and I swear I saw her blush.

"I-" Wanda finally let out, but is interrupted by my friend Yelena shouting "Y/N!"

I turn to my friend, "Hey." Yelena greets me, "Sorry but I can't walk with you home later, me and Kate are gonna have a 'friendly' date." Yelena explains, leaving little room for doubt as to what she means

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Bros before bitches, I guess," I roll my eyes and hit her arm playfully laughing together.

As Yelena leaves, I turn back to Wanda only to find her gone.

"Thanks, i suppose" i roll my eyes throwing my head back in annoyance.

Guys idk if I should continue this so please let me know hrhrhrh😭😭

[elliesglock]

Problaby unpopular opinion...I love KC but she has too many turn overs and paige needs to stop playing off ball. Example paige be making those hard ads full court passes like it's nyh and ik that players have their own style and wtv but pg paige needs to be active in that match up with usc and whoever else they may face because turn overs can be very crucial in a win or loss

it's just the same stuff different day atp. kc is awesome and i think she has real potential...off ball. i think it's just the scouting report bs he likes to do he'll hopefully put her on ball when it matters

[muscariii]

Some oc stuff for today. I wanted to draw this character and I also made a sort of icon for her I guess? I just wanted to try something different. Also featuring her first project in my sketchbook.

This is one of the characters from my oc story. I've been working on her design for a while and I think she looks pretty cool the way she is right now.

Basically this is a god-like being that has the title of "Projektantka" ( or The Designer in English ). Her name is Nyja ( read nyh-ya I guess? basically read it in Polish ) but there's only a few people in the world that actually know that. She's a menace. I love her very much, she's really silly :3

[tepehkwi]

hey, i was wondering if you'd be willing to talk a bit about how you knew you were twospirit? i think i am but i have doubts about claiming the term for myself. did an elder claim you as 2S?

so my tribe has a twospirit concept that is so unacknowledged in literature about our history, even our own, that i only know of one source that mentions it, and in basically every other text it's just the umbrella term "berdashe" which is just the antiquated colonizer term for any native with a "weird" "gender" expression that you'll probably find in most textbooks that even bother to cover the topic. 😑

if you want some context, this is how colonizers described us, i-coo-coo-a, or twospirit meshkwahkihaki, and it should be noted that i-coo-coo-a is not listed anywhere in our own comprehensive language dictionaries to this day:

Later, in the 1830s, non-Native artist George Catlin traveled through western North America, where he witnessed and painted a “Dance to the Berdash.” In his travelogue, Catlin called the central figure “a man dressed in women’s clothes” although the Native term, i-coo-coo-a, loosely translates to “man-woman.” In Catlin’s opinion, the “berdash” performed “the most servile and degrading duties,” although he conceded that the i-coo-coo-a was considered sacred by the Sauk and Fox (Meskwaki) communities. “This is one of the most unaccountable and disgusting customs, that I have ever met in the Indian country,” Catlin fulminated, “where I should wish that it might be extinguished before it be more fully recorded.” Later, anthropologist Mary Owen estimated that the dance—and the traditional role fulfilled by the i-coo-coo-a—did indeed vanish around 1900. [source: from an nyhs blog/article on indigenous genders]

something you should know about my people is that we do not live on a reservation, we have our own sovereign nation within iowa. yes, it's a microscopic fraction of what our actual indigenous lands were, but we experience a level of privilege that rez natives don't. and this is just my own opinion but a lot of other meskwaki/meshkwahkihaki in tama are on the conservative side with both politics and religion, and i think that our comparative or relative lack of a struggle faced by the majority of other natives in this country has created an environment where we're unfortunately no more left-leaning and no less conservative than the rest of rural iowa. so, no, an elder didn't claim me as twospirit... excuse the slight hyperbole but i would be hard-pressed to find more than a couple of elders in my community that aren't literal republicans, let alone inclusive of our own culture's gender diversity.

like i'll be honest with you, i transitioned away from home and i don't really talk about my whole "gender journey" here, since i'm not as active on tumblr as much as i am on my private twitter, but it's been kind of depressing studying in other states and meeting ndns from other tribes who completely understand my identity only to come back home and find out that my uncle's voting for trump again. �� we're also in a caucus state and given how the last caucus went, it's just kinda disappointing to think about the fact that we’re essentially making decisions for other natives when a lot of us are literally so willfully out of touch with other tribes.

lol i know you didn't ask for my whole ass political commentary so, sorry for that... 😭

but idk i think it's important context, because twospirit is something that came from the pan-indigenous movement era (well sort of) and it's the closest thing i have as a widely-understood term to describe myself. but thanks for asking, i hope this clarifies some things or answers your question in some way. i don't think we necessarily need to consult with elders about it. many of us straightup can't. by all means, if you think it would be a good thing to seek out elder input about claiming twospirit, go ahead, but in my experience some of us just are. i relate to the insecurity completely... 😔

just know that elder input/approval isn't the end-all-be-all.

[petalofjasmine]

tell & trade

we're only humans. we are all susceptible to fragility and defeat. We're bound to share the pieces of tragedy we carry with those who bring light and hope into our lives; and we do it over a cup of coffee, in the car, while walking to school, over brunch, at the park with a stranger, during lunch break at the office, through a phone call, at the graveyard. it's as if it's human instinct to offer people a look into our cracks for the mere factor of that sense of belonging, the subconscious desire to connect, to understand. the admission of what weakens us is ironically what strengthens such bond; and it's the strongest one there is out there dare i say. we trade tragedies in search of a common ground, and fill in those cracks with warmth and acceptance. little do we know how truly connected we all are, until life presents that to you. it's a beautiful thing to witness, and it's a good enough reason to stay here a little longer.

nyh