#nyny

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From "The Big Snake!" in Tales of Horror #3, November 1952. Mel Keefer pencils & inks.

Info from Grand Comics Database

[stone-cold-groove]

Souvenir brochure for the Empire State Building Observatory - circa 1957.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

He Came to Be Seen. That Was the Problem

By Tony Pentimalli

Thank God for New York. Thank God the room did not pretend. Donald Trump did not go to Madison Square Garden because he loves basketball. He went because he wanted the room to look at him. He wanted the cameras, the salute, the borrowed glory, and the big-screen reminder that even the NBA Finals could be turned into another Trump scene. Instead, when his face showed up above the court, the Garden gave him the sound he deserved. Not respect. Not love. Boos.

That is why the moment mattered. This was not just some game. This was the NBA Finals at Madison Square Garden. This was New York at full blast. This was a city getting one of those rare nights that belongs to the fans, the players, the workers, the vendors, the neighborhoods, and everyone who waited for joy in a country that keeps draining it out of people. The night did not need Trump. It was already big enough. Then he walked in, and the usual disease came with him: one powerful man expecting everyone else’s joy to bend around his ego.

The picture was brutal because it was honest. Trump sells himself as strong, tireless, loved, feared, and larger than life, then he appeared to doze during one of the loudest sporting events in America after his visit had already turned the night into a security mess. Fans came for basketball and got barricades. They came for the Knicks and got checkpoints. They came for the Finals and got another reminder that when Trump shows up for the camera, regular people pay the price.

The Garden did not boo him because New York failed to understand him. New York understands him perfectly. It knew him before the red hats, before the golden escalator, before the strongman act took over the government. It knew the tabloid fraud, the fake rich-guy routine, the stiffed workers, the bankrupt casinos, the race-baiting, the hunger to be treated like a king, and the lifelong need to look bigger than he is. New York watched him build a public life out of rented wealth, unpaid bills, and endless self-worship. So when his face appeared over the court, the city did not need to think about it. It remembered.

That is why the booing hit harder than a normal celebrity embarrassment. Trump has built his politics around making people submit. He wants courts to bend, prosecutors punished, enemies marked, immigrants hunted, and every public space turned into a test of loyalty. But the Garden refused the test, and for one clean moment, the country heard a room full of people tell power no. Even on a night wrapped in presidential security, even with the cameras waiting, even with the machinery of power surrounding him, he could not force people to pretend. He could take the suite. He could bring the convoy. He could clog the sidewalks. But he could not make the room love him.

Then came the image of him appearing to nod off, and the whole strongman act shrank in public. The point is not that an old man looked tired. The point is that Trump was awake for the camera and asleep for the thing itself. He wanted the symbol, not the substance. The attention, not the game. The room, not the joy inside it. He did not need to love basketball. He needed basketball to love him back.

That is why this moment will stick. Not because booing replaces organizing, voting, striking, suing, exposing, and resisting. It does not. It will stick because Trump’s whole politics depends on the fake roar, the staged crowd, the managed room, and the lie that he is too loved to reject and too powerful to mock. The crowd at Madison Square Garden did not need a speech, a memo, a panel, or a perfect slogan. It booed. New Yorkers sent a clear, unmistakable message in the oldest language power understands: no.

Trump wanted the Garden to make him look powerful. Instead, it made him look like a burden. He came for the roar and got rejection. He came for the image and gave the country a better one: the emperor in the luxury box, booed by his hometown, appearing to drift off while the people below him stayed wide awake. He came to Madison Square Garden to be seen. He was. That was the problem.

*Tony Pentimalli is a political analyst and commentator fighting for democracy, economic justice, and social equity. Follow him for sharp analysis and hard-hitting critiques on Facebook and BlueSky @tonywriteshere.bsky.social

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I like tormenting nyny

[onefootin1941]

Times Square 1940s Soldiers Watch Billboards New York City

[gphace]

A snowy evening in Brooklyn, NY-NYC-2024

[nyxus-nyx]

Question for the beast boys, since your clothes rip after turning to monsters

Does that mean youre naked when you turn back to humany? Or you all have same brand of pants hulk wears-

”actually, our clothes rip but they stay on our body but they get consumed by the black tar the makes our beast body.”

[darlingdarkly]

🥳🍾 Ok, if you encourage me, then I'll go ahead - though I would hate to distract you from FWTD (Haven't read it yet, I'm still too focussed on 141 and can't cope with splitting my attention too much.) Feel free to ignore this, no pressure.

Would you be interested in hearing about my favourite passages of NYNY, like chapterwise, in case you don't find that boring? I enjoy sharing favourite parts because I find fascinating to see what exactly caught other people's attention and what they like best - especially when it comes to the authors themselves. 🤗

Are there passages you love and are specifically proud of? Like for example you had one sentence/passage/setting in mind and felt the need to create a whole chapter, story or even world around it?👁👁🧠💥💋

(Is that too private to ask? In case you wouldn't want to answer (in public), just let me know.🤫)

((It might sometimes take me a bit of time to answer but I would never NOT react at all sooner or later. Hope that's not too frustrating a prospect...👉👈))

Enjoy the day/night 🤘

YESS OMG! Ok so I’d love to answer this with you but it’s gonna be lengthy LMAO so I’m gonna drop it under a read more 😅

Ok so I’ll give you a little secret about where the idea for him came from in the first place. I came up with this idea back in December of last year, a new movie came out on Netflix called “The Killer” it follows this hit man around who botches a kill and then the people he works for try to clean it up by taking out him but they end up really hurting his wife and so he goes rogue and takes out everyone who had anything to do with the job. His final target is this rich guy who put up the money for the job and he finds out he goes to this fitness club and he goes there while he’s working out to get access to his house. The fitness club/ bougie gym in question was called “Baliquinox” and while I was sitting there watching it the idea came to me and I literally stole the name of the gym and reused it as like a little homage to where the idea came from.

And thus personal trainer Johnny was born! When I sat down to actually write it I had three main scenes I wanted to write, their first ever introduction where he picks her out or part 1, the scene in part four where they fuck for the first time (let me tell you that scene lives rent free in my head for months!) and the ending (specifically like the last paragraph) your girl wrote that WHOLE fic with just those three scenes in mind at the start. Everything else, literally all of it was thought up on the spot.

Funny enough the whole FitBit present he gives her was thought up as I wrote that part. I heard a commercial on Spotify for it, did a little more research and saw all the potential it had. And I had no idea when I wrote it in just how big a part it was gonna end up being in parts down the road. It was kinda just improvised haha

Two of my favorite little tidbits!

The first is in the second part when he’s sitting her down and asking her all kinds of questions that get increasingly personal to the point where she thinks he’s fucking with her (because he is) but I wanted to show that he’s intelligent enough to masquerade his gross intrusiveness as part of his job and then when he’s got you suckered he drops the facade completely and reveals his true intentions. It’s the first of Johnny showing you his true colors and I absolutely loved writing it, it was such a blast and I really enjoy writing manipulations like that. And then when reader heads to the locker room to recompose and dress she has her mind set to set him straight and draw some boundaries which when confronted by them Johnny just pliantly agrees and makes her feel kinda small for making such a big deal of it but we all know he’s pulling the wool over readers eyes again.

Secondly! I loved the morning after the club incident when she wakes up and she’s in Johnny’s bed and she can’t remember anything and Johnny writes the narrative for her and plants a seed. It’s really all it takes. He tells her that it’s OBVIOUS she was drugged last night and there’s no way she can go back home because she’s in DANGER!! (A danger he created the whole time) He played her right into his hands, swept her right off her feet without her even protesting because he’s helping her and doing it for her own good.

A man like Johnny is hyper intelligent and hyper dangerous. When he has his sights set on something he wants he will get it every time because he’s not afraid to play outside the lines. There are no boundaries and no limitations, there’s just the object of his desire and the obstacles in between him and it. And when you’ve walked into the trap and he’s got you, it won’t even seem like a trap. You’ve just suddenly gained a boyfriend and he’s moved you into his home and the sex is amazing and you never have to care for anything ever again. He’s just all in one move wrapped you up into his arms and secured you and it’s where you’ll be for the rest of your days if he can just keep manipulating things in his direction, which is much easier now that he’s got you right where he wants you.

This became so lengthy omg haha but I love him so much! He’s obsessive and he wants you all to himself and he’ll do anything to get it! Please, feel free to reblog this and tell me your favorite parts or add onto mine or discuss!! I would love it! 🫶🫶🫶