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It was possibly the most heavily populated African-American neighborhood in Manhattan in the early 20th century. Apparently even Thelonious Monk once lived there. But, it was not to last for long. It was not a perfect neighborhood, though no neighborhood is. In 1940, the New York City Housing Authority characterized the area as “the worst slum section in the City of New York,” allegedly at the behest of one Robert Moses, and made plans to renew the area by demolishing the old tenements and building in its place the Amsterdam Housing Projects and Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts. Residents protested and took their cause all the way to the Supreme Court, but the judges ruled against them, and the over 40,000 people of San Juan Hill found themselves essentially homeless. Most moved to Harlem and the Bronx. One interesting factoid, gang fights in the neighborhood were so common that the play West Side Story was set in the neighborhood, and some of the introductory shots to the film were shot there. Like Lincoln Square, nobody’s 100% sure how San Juan Hill got its name beyond the reference to the Cuban battle site. But whether the reference honored the black soldiers who fought there, or simply the battle itself is anyone’s guess. 


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San Juan Hill
DATE:1939
These buildings in the San Juan Hill area of the Upper West Side were torn down in 1946 to build Lincoln Center.

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What Russia's Latest Protests Mean for Putin
By Julia Ioffe

“But Sunday’s protest was different. Unlike the rallies in Nemtsov’s memory or even the 2011-2012 protests, this one did not have a permit from the Moscow city authorities. Over the weekend, the mayor’s office warned people that protestors alone would bear the responsibility for any consequences of attending what they deemed an illegal demonstration. But despite those warnings and despite the fresh memory of some three dozen people being charged—many of whom did prison time—for a protest in May 2012 that turned violent, thousands came out in Moscow.”

Nevertheless, they persisted.

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Clockwork Prince
Tessa: Won’t you miss it here? This place has been your home.
Jem: You are home for me now.

City of Heavenly Fire
Jace: Is there anyone—anyone left for you to go home to?
Jem: There is one. She has always been home for me.

Me: // tEARS AND PAIN//

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In the far reaches of the stacks – past English literature, through the French poets, and nearing the 20th century American greats- there sits in form and figure, authors on the shelf. 

From top left- London, Steinbeck, Joyce, Hemingway, Dickens, Faulkner, Woolf.

Authors on the Shelf
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The Detroit Public Library, 3/10/17
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A CTA Green Line ‘L’ train rolls past the red headquarters of CNA Financial Corporation and the blue vertical campus of Roosevelt University in Chicago’s Loop. Completed in 2012, the 32 stories of Roosevelt University’s Wabash Building make it the tallest education building in Chicago. I’m quite fond of its design. RU? :)

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People need to remember that Magnus Bane was created by Cassandra Clare, he is a fictional character that belongs to her. The first shadowhunter book was published way back in 2007, when same-sex couples were not as widely accepted as they are today, and so Cassie had to be careful with what she was writing in order for her books to make it to the shelves.
People also need to accept the fact that The Mortal Instruments series is about Clary, not Malec. Magnus and Alec aren’t really main characters in the first three books, or the rest of the series for that matter… Cassie was writing the story of Clary entering the shadow world to find her mother and save the world from her father.
How was Cassandra Clare supposed to know how popular Malec would become back then as she was writing the The Mortal Instruments series? She was clearly delighted to find out how much we loved her characters, and how we wanted to know so much more about them, and see more of them in the next three TMI books. And so Cassie gave us more. She gave us scenes in the books from Magnus and Alec’s point of view, she gave us extras, answered our questions, wrote The Bane Chronicles and included them in TftSA and TDA.
We are so so lucky that she has found the time to write an entire trilogy about Magnus Bane, when she has been super busy writing and planning for Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy, The Dark Artifices, The Last Hours and The Wicked Powers. It’s all for us! We wanted more cannon Malec and shadowhunter stories so she is giving us more Malec and shadowhunters! and I for one am really excited and extremely grateful.

People complain about there not being enough Malec in TMI and when Cassie gives them more Malec later, they reject it! and they accuse her of abusing and not caring about her fictional characters. It doesn’t make sense to me, clearly Cassie cares about us and her characters enough to write more books, but people are just being being so bitter and stupid. Cassandra Clare is an author, it is her job to write, it’s literally how she makes a living. And yes, more books means more money for her, and that’s none of our business. People should just be happy for her for being so successful. Wouldn’t you be happy for her if you were related to her?

Some people (who I assume are under 18) are being so childish by calling her “casserole” (which is so low and pathetic) and writing hate posts directed to this author and her characters. It’s silly. How can people hate her so much for giving us what most fans wanted and asked for? I think (and I could be wrong) that most of the hate is coming from the new members of the fandom who are only here for the TV show anyway, and so they don’t know appreciate and know Cassie as well as us more devoted fans who have been here since like, before CoLS was published or before Clockwork Princess. Those new fandom members wouldn’t have seen all of Cassie’s Q&A’s, and know as many details as other fans (like how the person on the cover of TBC is not Godfrey Gao)

If you don’t want to read the books, then don’t read them. It’s that simple. You don’t need to waste everyone’s time by complaining, posting hate and spreading all this negativity.

We are so lucky that Cassandra Clare is happily expanding this wonderful and fascinating universe for us! But if some people want to stick to the original books, or just the TV show and the fanfiction then go for it, by all means, so one is stopping you and no one cares if you don’t want to read Cassie’s new books. Please just stop with all the hate.

XF Fic: New York City Serenade

Author: @soft-thrills

Rating: PG

Summary: Scully ponders her mortality in New York City.

Notes: Post-episode for Tithonus.  Written for the X-Files Writing Challenge prompt: city. A million thanks to @agoldenpalace for her wonderful beta read and for punching this up for me from several time zones away. 3,000 words.

Dana Scully’s abdomen should hurt.

That’s the first coherent thought she has, after getting over the panic of waking up in a strange place and realizing that strange place is a hospital. She remembers, then, the old ramshackle apartment in Brooklyn where she’d talked about life and death with Alfred Fellig, and where she’d been struck by a bullet meant only for him but which had hit them both.

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And I kissed her. And she kissed me back. I mean, how many men can say they’d rather be nowhere else in the world? That’s how I felt. That moment. That I wanted nothing but the here and now, and nowhere else. On earth as it is in heaven. That one moment.
—  Let the Great World Spin - Colum McCann
We can stand before each other, fever-warm with exhaustion and
the weight of nine months (and three years and two hundred and fourteen days)
finally slipping off our backs
into half-empty moving boxes on the floor.
I didn’t think this was how it would end,
you with a newfound quiet that screams of heartbreak
(to those who know you enough to listen)
and me, a little bit in love with you
and every bit a different person
than the one who moved to learn the city lights under your path.
When you smile it’s tired, a marathon runner who couldn’t beat time,
and my fingers are crooked but still strong.
We’re growing, somehow, through all the broken vases in the dirt, all the stones and pebbles in our throats.
Thrumming in the echo of this empty space.
We’re singing and it sounds like
summer rain.
—  fever-dream, part ii, Elizabeth McNamara
I was looking for a simple answer, the sort we give to children, you know. And I kept thinking that we were all children once, maybe I could return. That’s what echoed in my head. Go back to being a child. Spring along the strand there. Up past the tower. Run along the wall. I wanted that sort of joy. Make it simple again.
—  Let the Great World Spin - Colum McCann