#p: vanessa gottlieb

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Billie Holiday in her dressing room (at the Downbeat?) with her favorite dog, Mister, ca. June 1946. Lena Horne once said of her, "The thing I remember talking to her about most were her dogs; her animals were really her only trusted friends.” Mister accompanied Holiday to Harlem’s most glamorous clubs, where porters brought him “plates of thick steak” while she performed and he “kept fans at a polite distance.”

Below, an illustration by Vanessa Brantley Newton from her children's book, Mister and Lady Day.

Top photo: William P. Gottlieb via flashbak Bottom photo: The Marginalian

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Day 6 - bickering // omg look at my bestie she's so tall we love bickering <3

[edsonlnoe]

P⬤21 Diseño de Producción Dune Zsuzsanna Sipos, Patrice Vermette First Cow Anthony Gasparro, Vanessa Knoll, Lisa Ward The French Dispatch Rena DeAngelo, Adam Stockhausen Luca Paul Abadilla, Noah Klocek, Nathaniel McLaughlin, Kristian Norelius, Don Shank, Garrett Taylor No Time to Die Véronique Melery, Mark Tildesley Swan Song Annie Beauchamp, Michael Diner, Shannon Gottlieb Diseño de Vestuario Cruella Jenny Beavan Dune Bob Morgan, Jacqueline West Encanto Neysa Bove The French Dispatch Milena Canonero The Green Knight Malgosia Turzanska West Side Story Paul Tazewell Make-Up & Hairstyling Cruella Naomi Donne, Nadia Stacey, Julia Vernon Dune Love Larson, Donald Mowat, Eva Von Bahr The Green Knight Eileen Buggy, Audrey Doyle, Barrie Gower No Time to Die Daniel Phillips Old Michelle Diamantides, Thomas Floutz, Cristina Waltz Titane Olivier Afonso, Antoine Mancini, Flore Masson

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Shout out to selfshipping for helping me cultivate a drawing habit

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Walk with me?

Ship: Bianca Cabrera x Newton Geiszler, Bianca & Vannesa & Hermann Gottlieb

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: College!AU — Bianca has late classes and she hates walking alone when it is dark.

Warnings: Food mention, implied fear of the dark. Bianca and Newt have a total of 0 brain cells between the two of them.

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"...Are you sure?"

"Of course, it's on my way!"

Bianca looks at him, her eyes search his face intently and she opens her mouth to say something but promptly closes it once more. She sighs.

"I just hate to be a bother."

Newt scoffs, his arm snakes around her shoulders to drag her close in an awkward half-hug that has her blushing. Bianca turns her face away from his chest, trying very hard to ignore the smell of his cologne.

"You're no bother at all! After all, that's what friends are for, right?"

Bianca smiles a little and nods.

"And as I said, it's on my way. Basically, you are doing me a favor, giving me company-"

The girl laughs, "Yeah, sure."

"Of course! You know how much I love to talk and I hate late classes, I need a little boost of motivation, and who's more perfect for that than you?"

"I motivate you..?" Bianca can't force herself to look him in the eye, not when she is blushing so obviously at the off-handed comment.

Newt feels heat creep up his neck, suddenly hyper-aware of what he has said. He tries to laugh to ease the tension a little, though the sound comes out as more of a strangled scream. "I- I mean- Of- Of course you do, you are like a breath of fresh air you know?"

Bianca smiles, finally gathering the courage to look up at him. "Thank you for saying that, Newt."

"No problem," he beams. Newt checks his wrist where he definitely doesn't have a watch. "I think we'll be late if we don't start walking."

Bianca breaks off the hug to look at her phone, she nods. "Yeah, I think it's like a 20-minute walk."

As she pockets her phone Bianca jolts at the feeling of someone grabbing her hand. She looks up to see Newt smiling, his brows are drawn in worry though and he seems to be gauging her reaction. When she doesn't break away his whole body relaxes and his grin becomes brighter.

"I don't want to lose you." He jokes.

Bianca smiles right back, she laces their fingers together as they walk through the school campus. Soaking in the warmth the other provided as the sun sets behind the faculty buildings.

《 . . . 》

"One would think getting invited to lunch means your friend actually wants to talk to you." Vanessa reaches to grab a fry from her friend's plate.

Bianca playfully swats her hand away. "Those are mine."

"You pay attention to the fries and your phone but not to me, figures."

Bianca blushes, setting her phone away. "I'm sorry I was just texting Newt"

Vanessa wiggles her eyebrows at her.

"It’s nothing like that, he was just wondering if I have a late class today. He's been walking me to them since they are on his way."

"Isn't your last class super far from the dorms?" Vanessa points out with a stolen fry on hand.

"Yeah, but he has a late class too, by the same building."

"Um. No?" Hermann, who had been silent the entire time, says.

"What do you mean no?"

"Newton chose all his classes early in the day because he likes having free time or something. "

Bianca blinks at him. "No. He told me himself he has a class just right by mine"

"Oh yeah? Which class?" Vanessa challenges.

Bianca sputters. "I- I didn't ask- I had no reason to ask but that doesn't mean he lied-"

"He most certainly did," Hermann says and Bianca has to watch as both her friends high-five, completely on sync when it comes to bullying her.

"C'mon Hermann, when have you heard Newt lie? he's terrible at it!"

Hermann shrugs.

"Look, Bi, I'm not saying he lied but maybe he just likes walking you to your class," Vanessa says gently, too gently, like she’s trying very hard for Bianca not to think about it—

Bianca buries her head in her hands. "I've been making him walk me almost every day. God, I am the worst."

Silence. "Did you ask him to or did he offer?"

Bianca unburies her head to gape at her friend and then sinks right back. "He offered, but I mean- I practically asked because I was complaining about how badly lit the entire campus is-"

"Please," comes Hermann's incredulous response, "getting Geiszler to do something he doesn't want to is impossible."

"That's what I'm saying!"

"Similarly, getting him to stop doing something he wants might be even harder. The only reasonable conclusion is that he likes walking with you."

Bianca decides staying with her head buried is the best course of action for her friends to not see her growing blush.

"I think you killed her with facts and logic, love," Vanessa says, glancing at the brunette still trying to become one with the table.

"I don't think she'd recognize those if they hit her in the face," Hermann says, and Bianca isn't sure, but she thinks she can hear him smiling.

Bianca rights herself up and guffaws. "Um, rude? I'm right here."

"I know." Bianca can now see, clear as day, Hermann's toothy grin. She glares at him.

"Yes, we know," Newton says, nonchalantly plopping himself on the empty space beside Bianca. Impossibly, her face grows hotter. "What do we know?"

Vanessa's eyes glint with what can only be described as mischief. "We know that you've been walking Bianca to her classes."

Newt stops; a stolen fry from Bianca's plate halfway to his mouth. "Oh yeah," he clears his throat, "I have a class close by."

Hermann squints at him. "That's not true."

Newt smiles with ease, "Of course it is, I just didn't tell you."

Bianca gives Vanessa a triumphant smile, completely missing the panicked look Newt sends to Hermann.

Vanessa’s confidence doesn’t waver though and it makes Bianca hesitate for a second.

“It is awfully kind of you, though, very…” She pretends to look for the word, staring at Bianca the whole time, “chivalrous.”

Bianca has to count to ten to keep herself in her seat. Newt laughs nervously, completely oblivious to the murderous vibes radiating from the five-foot-tall woman next to him.

“I mean,” he chuckles, “I wouldn’t say that, I’m just being a good friend.”

Vanessa is not one to give up though, “Still, the walking in the sunset holding hands? Very romantic.”

Bianca startles, “How did you- Who told you we- We don’t-”

Vanessa smiles, “You guys are holding hands right now, figured it was out of habit.”

Both Bianca and Newt turn to look and indeed, they are. Suddenly there’s silence and the dinner feels almost impossibly hot. Neither of them lets go.

Vanessa stands up with the smugness of someone who just got an A on a final exam. “Well, I have a class and I would hate to be late, Hermann, walk with me?”

The aforementioned stands up comically fast and they both start to walk away, purposefully hand in hand. Vanessa looks over her shoulder at the two very awkward forms avoiding eye contact.

“See ya later lovebirds!”

《 . . . 》

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Serotonin boost

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You mightve thought it was a joke but not a day goes by without me thinking about Vanessa

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I found out Her.mann has a wife, she is now my bestfriend

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I am obsessed with our height difference

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What if i made my plat tag w Vanessa #pla: diversity loss!

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While i love to headcanon all my f/o's as either autistic or adhd I love to think that Vanessa is NT just because everyone else isn't

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I think about pacrim and immediately my head is like "(to the tune of in the heights) Vanessaaaaaa, Vanessaaaaaa-ya-ya, Vane- VANESSA"

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Hi!! I love my friends!!!

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Bianca wearing a shirt that says "have you seen my best friend?" in the front and "now you have" with a picture of vanessa in the back