Jace, one of my closest friends, is being evicted tomorrow and needs a place to crash in NYC or the greater New York area. Faer name is Jace, and fae is 23 years old. If fae can’t find a place to crash, fae will be living in faer car. Fae needs a couch to sleep on or something, even if it’s only for a night or two.
Fae is a struggling addict, two weeks clean. I have known fae for a long time and staying clean if important to faer. Jace’s sobriety and life would be in grave danger if fae has to live in faer car due to fibromyalgia and PTSD.
If you would like to make a donation to Jace, please message me and I’ll give you faer information. Fae doesn’t just need money, fae needs a place to sleep, even if only for a night or two.
Please, please help my friend. I trust fae with my life, and fae is my closest connection to @crpl-pnk Tyler, who fae lived with for 6 months in 2017. I love faer and this is all I can do to help right now. Please help Jace make it through this summer.
Ever since he asked his mother one evening why she had his dad’s name tattooed on the inside of her left wrist, Derek has dreamed of finding his soulmate. There’s only one problem—the name that appears on his wrist on his eighteenth birthday is something he can’t even read.
The 29 story Mutual of New York Building (M.O.N.Y. Building). 1740 Broadway, east side between 55th. to 56th. Streets. Shreve, Lamb & Harmon, 1948-1950.
View looking northeast of the Mutual of New York Building, in Summer, 1951.
Photo: Office for Metropolitan History.
Source: Stern, Robert A.M.; Mellin, Thomas; Fishman, David: “New York 1960. Architecture and urbanism between the Second World War and the Bicentennial” (New York. The Monacelli Press. Second Edition. 1997).
On May 15, 1967, Paul McCartney was out on the town.
PAUL: The night I met Linda I was in the Bag O'Nails [nightclub] watching Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames play a great set. Speedy was banging away. She was there with the Animals, who she knew from photographing them in New York. They were sitting a couple of alcoves down, near the stage. The band had finished and they got up to either leave or go for a drink or a pee or something, and she passed our table. I was near the edge and stood up just as she was passing, blocking her exit. And so I said, ‘Oh, sorry. Hi. How are you? How’re you doing?’ I introduced myself, and said, 'We’re going on to another club after this, would you like to join us?'
That was my big pulling line! Well, I’d never used it before, of course, but it worked this time! It was a fairly slim chance but it worked. She said, 'Yes, okay, we’ll go on. How shall we do it?’ I forget how we did it, 'You come in our car’ or whatever, and we all went on, the people I was with, and the Animals, we went on to the Speakeasy.
It was the first evening any of us had ever heard a record called 'A Whiter Shade of Pale’ with words about feeling seasick. The lyrics were all very strange and poetic and the theme was a famous Bach theme but we didn’t know that. We just thought, God, what an incredible record! It was a sort of marker record. It was a benchmark. And we were all trying to guess who it was. So we had to go to the booth and ask, 'What was that one you just played?’ and he said, 'Oh yes, “Whiter Shade of Pale” by Procol Harum.’ 'Procol what? Is it Latin or something?’ And there were rumors went around about what that meant. So all the mystery of the evening.
LINDA: I first met Paul at the Bag O'Nails. The Animals were old friends because I’d photographed them so much in New York, so when I came to London they took me out; and we went to see Georgie Fame at the Bag O'Nails. And that’s where Paul and I met. We flirted a bit, and then it was time for me to go back with them and Paul said, 'Well, we’re going to another club. You want to come?’ I remember everybody at the table heard 'A Whiter Shade of Pale’ that night for the first time and we all thought, Who is that? Stevie Winwood? We all said Stevie. The minute that record came out, you just knew you loved it. That’s when we actually met. Then we went back to his house. We were in the Mini with I think Lulu and Dudley Edwards, who painted Paul’s piano; Paul was giving him a lift home. I was impressed to see his Magrittes.
They met again four days later at the launch party for Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, an exclusive affair for a dozen journalists and a dozen photographers held at manager Brian Epstein’s house at 24 Chapel Street, Belgravia. Linda Eastman was in London to take photographs for a book called Rock and Other Four Letter Words on which she was collaborating with the journalist J. Marks.
LINDA: So we were in London to take pictures for this book. I’d always wanted to photograph Stevie Winwood because I loved Spencer Davis, I loved Stevie Winwood, and the Beatles. I’d pretty much photographed everybody else. But it was up to me, it’s not like Marks rang up people and said, 'I’m with Bantam Books. We want to take your picture.’ Nothing was organised, so I had to do it. I took my portfolio around to NEMS at Hille House, and Peter Brown looked at it. I’d met Peter when he and Brian Epstein came to New York, we had mutual friends. So I took my portfolio and asked him to show it to Brian. Brian liked it a lot and wanted to buy some of the pictures, which I loved. I gave them to him in the end. He said, 'Yes, you can photograph the Beatles.’ So I got to go to this press conference at Brian’s house for Sgt. Pepper. I got one good photo that I liked, which is that thumbs-up one. The rest are just like everyone else’s photographs, but for that one I said, 'Oh, come on, guys! You know?’ and that shows at least they were relating, because if you believe the press you’d never think John and Paul ever related.
(Quotes from Barry Miles’ Many Years From Now). The above photo was taken at the launch party by a press agency photographer and is the very first photo of Paul, then 24, and Linda, 25, together. They would not reconnect until a year later in America (in May 1968) and four months after that, would move in together. They married on March 12, 1969 and remained so until Linda’s untimely death from breast cancer on April 17, 1998.
Four children and 30 years of marriage - and it all started 50 years ago at 9 Kingly Street.
Jughead watches Betty as she storms out of the kitchen, a wide grin plastered on his face. There is something about the way she looks when she’s angry with him. The way her cheeks flush and her beautiful green eyes sparkle. Like she wants to wrap her hands around his neck and strangle him, but she thinks better of it and stops herself, spiting petty insults at him instead. It amuses him like nothing else. There is something extremely endearing about it. And hot, he hates to admit. No other woman has been able to fire him up like Betty Cooper. And yet he hates her. God, how much he hates her.
If you have a craving for a quality enemies to lovers story, look no further than this fic by @i-know-you-can. Betty and Jughead are journalists in this AU set in New York. Can they get part their mutual animosity to become something more?
New York - President of Mutual Corporation John R. Freuler, brother and negotiator Sydney Chaplin and Charlie Chaplin, gather in front of the cameras to sign the Mutual contract on February 26th 1916, they give Charlie Chaplin more control over his films, $10,000 a week & $150,000 sign on bonus.
Charlie gives Mutual 8 two-reel films in 12 months. Reality - 8 two-reel films in 16 months, both sides were extremely happy, in fact Mutual wanted to continue their association with Charlie Chaplin and were willing to give him the money, but First National gave him more control and that was the tipping point.
Sunset view looking east of Midtown Manhattan skyline, from Weehawken, New Jersey, with red-tinted skyscrapers’ glass facades. Early Summer, 1971.
Buildings at left, foreground are the 888 Seventh Avenue Building (Emery Roth & Sons, 1971) and Mutual of New York (Shreve, Lamb & Harmon, 1950). At background, the 919 Third Avenue (Skidmore, Owings & Merrill, 1970) and EMI Capitol (Emery Roth & Sons, 1971) buildings.
On center, are the Burlington House (Emery Roth & Sons, 1969) and ABC-TV (Emery Roth & Sons, 1965) buildings, with the New York Hilton (William B. Tabler-Harrison & Abramovitz, 1963); the 1700 Broadway (Emery Roth & Sons, 1969), J.C. Penney (Shreve, Lamb & Harmon, 1965), 810 Seventh Avenue (Kahn & Jacobs, 1970), New York Telephone (Kahn & Jacobs, 1963), and Equitable Life (Skidmore, Owings & Merrill, 1961) buildings. The Rockefeller Center’s International Building(Associated Architects, 1935) are visible at background.
At right, are the red-tinted glass and aluminum facade of the new 51-story Uris Plaza (Emery Roth & Sons, 1972) under construction, with the 70-story Rockefeller Center’s R.C.A. Building (Associated Architects, 1933) above it. Behind Uris Plaza are the Time & Life (Harrison & Abramovitz, 1959) and the new Standard Oil (Exxon) Building (Harrison, Abramovitz & Harris, 1971) nearly completion. On background the Rockefeller Center’s General Dynamics Building (Associated Architects, 1937) and the 52-story Union Carbide tower (Skidmore, Owings & Merrill, 1960).
Photo: Jay Maisel.
Source: National Geographic Magazine, September, 1981.
Armistice Day was first celebrated on November 11, 1919, a year after fighting ceased between the Allies of World War I and Germany. In 1926, Congress officially recognized the observance, and passed a resolution stating that, “the recurring anniversary of this date should be commemorated with thanksgiving and prayer and exercises designed to perpetuate peace through good will and mutual understanding between nations.”
Robert L. Bracklow. Unidentified soldier, New York City. January 1918. glass negative. New-York Historical Society.
LOOK AT MY KOYA CHARM!!!!!! My mutual from Twitter went to New York recently so I asked them to get me a Koya charm. I really wanted the RJ pillow too but they ran out 😔😣. Hopefully I can still get one in the future.
✩ Maiabelle AU ✩ ↳ One summer when Maia Roberts is working at the Hunter’s Moon in New York, she meets Isabelle Lightwood through a mutual friend. After a few weeks of Izzy coming to the bar almost every single night just to see her, Maia’s work contract ends and she has to move again, but not before the two of them can exchange numbers. Over the next year, they FaceTime almost every day and things slowly but surely go from a flirty friendship to an unmistakable crush. One day, when her friends have had enough of the pining and the obvious love between the two, Maia’s friends take her on a road trip to New York where she finally tells Izzy how she feels.
The Short Version of The Epic Life of Gouverneur Morris
Born on January 30 1752 to a wealthy New York familly, Gouverneur Morris started a life so epic that very few of us can ever hope to recreate it. As an adult Morris was described as being superficial, witty, and very popular with the ladies. Because who can resist a face like his? His bonnie friend Alexander Hamilton called him “a man of great genius, liable however to be influenced by his fancy, which sometimes outruns his discretion.” Such a ladiesman.
Morris got his education at King’s College and completed the bar in 1771. From there he worked as a lawyer until 1775 when he got elected to New York’s Provincial Congress. Morris later served on a committee that selected delegates to the Second Continental Congress in favor of the Declaration of Independece. Morris also signed the Articles of Confederation in 1778.
In 1780, Gouverneur Morris lost his leg in an accident. Some say he got into a carriage accident and others that he jumped out of a window when being chased by an angry husband to a lady he tried to flirt with. Yet another version is a combination of the two. Whatever the truth, the reslut was the same. A bad fracture that led to an amputation of the right leg. Walking around with a cane on a peg leg did however not stop Morris (in his romantic pursuits nor his political life) and the same year he became the Confederation’s assistant superintendent of finance.
I can’t really find any reccords of exactly when Morris met his equal in Alexander Hamilton. They were in correspondence by 1777 and I assume that they came into contact either through work ( seeing as Hamilton frequently wrote to Congress and congressional committees) or through Mutual aquaintances in New York. If anyone knows exactly when and how please tell me.
At the 1787 Constitutional Convention, Morris spoke more than most. Arguing for granting Congress veto power over state laws, a direct election of the president (thank you Gouv), and a proportional representation in Congress based on taxation. Morris was also the guy who authored the famous line “We the people of the United States” on the Constitution!
Another fun story about Morris takes place at the time of the Convention. Morris was having dinner with Alexander Hamilton one day and let it slip that he could be “as familliar with Washington as any of his other friends” to which Hamilton replied that if that was the case, Morris should go up to Washington the next time he saw him, give him a slap on the back and greet him like a friend. Morris did take up on the dare and won, but it was Hamilton who got to prove his point. After having recieved a slap on the shoulder and a “my dear General how glad I am you look so well” from Morris, Washington gave him a glare that made Morris want to sink into the floor, and kindly asked him never to repeat the action. At least poor Morris got a free dinner party out of the ordeal.
In 1792 Morris was chosen for the possition of the American abassador to France. He managed not only to do the job well, but also have a whole lot of affairs with a whole lot of women in the meantime. There is one story from Morris’ s time in France that have a lot of versions of itself and that I doubt rings much truth, but is rather hillarious which is why I will tell it anyway. The story goes like this: Gouverneur Morris is on his way through France in a carriage with one of his lady friends, when an angry mob attacks thinking it’s a rich french guy inside the carriage. Ever so quick to action, Morris ripps off his peg leg, shoves it out of a window, waves it around and shouts “I got this in the Revolutionary War!” The mob is so impressed that they back off and so the carriage is on it’s merry way again. Morris made it back to America in 1794 without any other incidents of the same proportion.
In 1804 Morris held the eulogy at Alexander Hamilton’s funeral. Two days prior he had arrived at the house that held his wounded best friend (at first thinking he had come to late) and had sat with him until he died. The eulogy is very beautiful and speaks not only of their close relationship but also of Morris’s skills as a writer. Feel free to look it up for yourselves because I don’t have room to include it here.
Five years after losing his best friend , Gouverneur Morris, the long-time Bachelor, finally settled down. He got married to Anne Cary Randolph, and in 1813 Morris became a father for the first time, at the age of 61, to a son he named after himself.
Sadly the little boy did not get to have his father around for very long because Gouverneur Morris decided to out do his best friend in stupid deaths, by shoving a whale bone up his dick. After having suffered from gout throughout the fall of 1816, Morris’ s health complaints grew worse as he contracted a urinary tract blockage. From the don’t-try-this-at-home department, Morris then attempted to clear the blockage by using a whale bone as a catheter. It failed misserably, and led to internal injuries and an infection. Morris passed away like a legend on November 6 1816.
From extraordinary political accomplishments to living 57 years as a bachelor. from having slept with probably hundreds of women, and surving a friendship with Alexander Hamilton, to dying of a failed at home surgery with a whale bone. Gouverneur Morris lived one hell of a life. You could never be as awesome as he was if you tried. Long live Gouverneur Morris, may he rest in peace.
It’s quiet in the Anderson-Hummel household (okay they aren’t married yet, not even engaged, but they live together and damn it if they aren’t going to call their house Anderson-Hummel) save for the sounds of New York outside.
By mutually unspoken agreement neither Blaine or Kurt turn on the TV or speakers and have been communicating with hand signals and smiles all evening. It’s been amazingly relaxing and even though there is the occasional (okay not SO occasional) siren outside, the sounds of New York outside their windows are soothing and constant.
They’ve settled on the couch after dinner and Kurt unceremoniously moves to lay his head in Blaine’s lap. He snuggles in on his back and looks up at Blaine with a soft smile and bright eyes - asking.
Blaine smiles back and moves one hand to thread through Kurt’s hair. Kurt closes his eyes and sighs into the touch. He doesn’t always appreciate his hair being played with but when he’s in the mood he LOVES to have Blaine’s masterful fingers do their magic.
Blaine also loves when Kurt’s in the mood to have his hair played with. He wears a lot of product in his hair but when he wants his hair played with he wears none. Kurt’s hair is deceptively thick (okay maybe not so deceptively considering how high he wears it normally) and Blaine loves sinking his fingers in and manipulating the locks.
After ten minutes, Kurt does a happy shoulder shimmy before turning in toward Blaine’s stomach and nuzzling his nose there. Blaine rests his hand on the back of Kurt’s neck and sighs at the intimate gesture.
Kurt places a soft kiss to Blaine’s stomach before rolling back onto his back and smiling back up at Blaine, who smiles back down at Kurt, before bringing his hand to once again thread his fingers through the chestnut hair at his disposal.