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Latest Posts by loiteringandlurking - Page 4
new javey think just dropped!! (cw for mention of sh scars!!!)
Davey needs a breath of fresh air.
He travels up to the roof of the building, taking the stairs instead of the elevator becuase the last thing he wants right now is to feel nauseous.
His chest feels tight, his eyes are sore.
Maybe it's not worth it.
He reaches the roof, opening the door and feeling the cool breeze on his wet cheeks as he glanced around.
He sees another figure on the roof- he's not alone.
Who else would be out here at this time of night?
When Jack hears the door to the roof open, he turns. He doesn’t whip around in surprise, he's far too tired. He turns, almost lethargically.
The figure has the same curls and chiseled nose as David Jacobs. Even in the dark of the night, it's clear he’s been crying. His shoulders are drawn up near his ears and his hands are wringing an invisible towel, trembling slightly.
His voice carries on the wind: ‘Jack?’
He replies, hoping his voice carries the same way: ‘David?’
It's like a Western standoff. The moon slinks behind a cloud. The stars toss beautiful shadows across Davey’s cheeks, shiny with tears.
‘Come here.’ Jack says softly, gesturing to the view. ‘Look.’
Davey begins to walk over, stumbling a little over his own feet. He looks out at the view- it's beautiful. Windows shine like stars, cars flow on the streets like rivers of lights and electricity. Electricity flows through Davey’s veins. Jack’s shoulder touches his.
The sleeves of Jack’s hoodie are drawn up, and his hands dangle over the edge of the building. Constellations of scars and freckles litter his arms. The scars: methodical, patterned, they are buildings, they are cars. The freckles: tossed haphazardly across Jack’s skin, they are dappled light, they are stars.
Davey always had a bit of a thing about stars.
‘Are you alright, Dave?’ Jack asks the city skyline.
'I'm…’ Davey sighs towards the bank building. ‘I’m alright. Better now that I’m chatting to you. Better now that I’m getting some fresh air.’
Jack hums, slipping a hand around Davey’s shoulders.
‘The city’s beautiful at night, iddnit?’
‘It reminds me of you.’
Headcanon that Albert just gets randomly emotional at night.
Race wakes up at like, 3am to the sounds of sniffling and turns over to see Albert crying his eyes out and Race, while extremely confused because why on earth is he crying at 3am, tries to comfort him and figure out what the fuck is happening.
Race: Al? What's going man, why're ya crying?
Albert, currently sobbing: The worker bees- They only live for th- for thirty days, which means that they- they spend their whole lives working for something they're probably never gonna even gonna see-
Race: Yup, and that's sad, but we're not worker bees buddy, and we have school in exactly four hours, so let's sleep this out, ey?
gay gay homosexual gay
bonus:
We’re back in the microwave, folks. Just chillin’. Spinning around and around, no thoughts except the hum of the microwave.
please spread this so that it can actually be funny instead of just 1 person voting
lil psa for my fellow newsies fans because i’ve seen some certain links being posted again:
please do not post bootlegs or links to them publicly!
i know you wanna share these videos with everyone, and that is super sweet of you, but posting these links publicly puts the people who film these videos at risk of real legal trouble - boots are illegal! - and could easily result in them no longer filming any more videos, as well as making their current videos private. keeping these videos safe helps ensure that more will come, and keeps the people who film them safe too! it’s also just respectful to these folks’ wishes, and respecting them is so important! they’re doing a huge service for us!
if you do have a video you want to share with your friends, please at least do so through dms, or any private platform. do not post them on tumblr, public discords, google drive, twitter, anything - just dm the link to your friend, keep it private and secure. however, there are also certain videos that the filmers do not want shared at all, even privately, and i’m asking you to please be respectful of their wishes too. these videos are only available from the person who filmed them themselves, and they’re the ones marked with “NFT” - meaning “not for trade”.
if you’re ever unsure or have any questions at all, pls feel free to ask me! i am always up for helping. i just want to make sure filmers stay safe and videos stay available so we can all keep enjoying them <3 newsies forever and all that
ideal javid dynamic is davey constantly quaking with barely constrained rage and jack quietly egging him on to see him let loose
new javey think just dropped!! (cw for mention of sh scars!!!)
Davey needs a breath of fresh air.
He travels up to the roof of the building, taking the stairs instead of the elevator becuase the last thing he wants right now is to feel nauseous.
His chest feels tight, his eyes are sore.
Maybe it's not worth it.
He reaches the roof, opening the door and feeling the cool breeze on his wet cheeks as he glanced around.
He sees another figure on the roof- he's not alone.
Who else would be out here at this time of night?
When Jack hears the door to the roof open, he turns. He doesn’t whip around in surprise, he's far too tired. He turns, almost lethargically.
The figure has the same curls and chiseled nose as David Jacobs. Even in the dark of the night, it's clear he’s been crying. His shoulders are drawn up near his ears and his hands are wringing an invisible towel, trembling slightly.
His voice carries on the wind: ‘Jack?’
He replies, hoping his voice carries the same way: ‘David?’
It's like a Western standoff. The moon slinks behind a cloud. The stars toss beautiful shadows across Davey’s cheeks, shiny with tears.
‘Come here.’ Jack says softly, gesturing to the view. ‘Look.’
Davey begins to walk over, stumbling a little over his own feet. He looks out at the view- it's beautiful. Windows shine like stars, cars flow on the streets like rivers of lights and electricity. Electricity flows through Davey’s veins. Jack’s shoulder touches his.
The sleeves of Jack’s hoodie are drawn up, and his hands dangle over the edge of the building. Constellations of scars and freckles litter his arms. The scars: methodical, patterned, they are buildings, they are cars. The freckles: tossed haphazardly across Jack’s skin, they are dappled light, they are stars.
Davey always had a bit of a thing about stars.
‘Are you alright, Dave?’ Jack asks the city skyline.
'I'm…’ Davey sighs towards the bank building. ‘I’m alright. Better now that I’m chatting to you. Better now that I’m getting some fresh air.’
Jack hums, slipping a hand around Davey’s shoulders.
‘The city’s beautiful at night, iddnit?’
‘It reminds me of you.’
Most unrealistic thing about newsies? the fact that they never lose their hats
just a few quick doodles from class periods featuring the gayest scene in newsies aka once and for all
Controversial opinion but Jack Kelly is a summer baby.
rest in peace jack kelly and racetrack higgins, you would’ve loved texas hold ‘em by beyoncé
@pigeonwit this is how davey talks about gollum for sure
[very clearly enamored AND elated] He fucking bit me.
Any weather can be ice cream weather if you're not a coward
guy who has tons of rizz when it's on his terms but if anyone tries to flirt with him he freezes and hits them with the prey animal stare
gollum <3 (i wish u could send videos on asks lol)
https://x.com/PunchingCat/status/1759337076804157896?s=20
pip knowing that you saw this video and thought 'pidge needs to see this it's just like that dumb au he came up with about davey having the worst cat in the world' means everything to me. please take this davey's terrible cat au snippet as repayment; i decided it was way too specific to my own sense of humour for anyone to actually enjoy and so i nixed it from the actual fic but i still have a soft spot for it:
“Golly-Gee-” Jack can’t even finish the name without snorting through his nose. “Jesus, Davey. Seriously?”
“What’s wrong with that?” Davey shrugs, looking a touch put-out. “Golly-Gee’s a good name! It’s fun. Isn’t that right, little miss? Little miss Golly-Gee!”
Gollum perks up at the baby-voice – somehow still retaining all her dignity even so – and meows loud and proud, her flinty eyes warming into two soft amber glows.
“That’s right.” Davey nods to himself. “Miss Golly-Gee. My special kit-tee.”
“Please don’t.”
Davey shoots him a playful look from the corner of his eye. Slowly, he begins to rock Gollum back and forth, jostling her as if she were dancing.
“Miss Golly-Gee, from NY-Cee,” he sing-songs, “the kitty who has a Ph-Dee.”
“PhD in what?” Jack challenges with a raised brow and far too much fondness.
“Seismolo-gee.” Davey says with a smug smile, not even missing a beat.
why is he actually so ethereal
don’t make me mcdust your ass
Jack Kelly’s real name is Francis Sullivan, that’s just common knowledge. But that might not be the whole ordeal.
My dad is from Cork, Ireland and is semi-fluent in Gaelic. Today we were having a conversation about Irish names, and he said that his favorite name is “Proinnsias” (pronounced pron-chee-us) which is the Gaelic name for Francis. Considering that most newsies are first or second generation immigrants from Ireland, that means that Jack Kelly’s real name is Proinnsias Sullivan. But that’s not even the best part. Proinnsias in Gaelic means “little French man”. So Jack Kelly’s real name is really “Little French man Sullivan” and I can’t stop laughing about it.
Also, sorry for so many typos earlier, I had to leave for an acting class in like thirty seconds
WIP Weather Ask Game
Inspired by the random thunderstorm that just popped up out of nowhere. Enjoy.
💧Rain - What's the most emotional scene you've ever written?
❄️ Snow - Who is your coldest / most stoic character and how do they express themselves (if at all)?
🌨 Sleet - What's the most you've ever written in one sitting?
☀️ Sun - What's your favorite part of your WIP?
🌫 Fog - What was the hardest part of your WIP to write?
🌬 Wind - What was the easiest part of your WIP to write?
🌪 Tornado - Who is your most impulsive character and why?
🔥 Wildfire - Who is your most emotional character and why?
🌌 Clear Skies - How long have you been writing your current WIP?
☁️ Cloudy - What inspired you to start writing your WIP? (or in general)
⚡️Lightning - Have you ever spontaneously added something to your story that you wouldn't have added normally? If so, what made you do it?
🪹 Drought - What do you do to help with Writer's Block?
💦 Flood - How many WIPs do you have?
🏝 Hurricane - Do you often stick to one WIP and finish it, then move on, or do you bounce between WIPs?
🪨 Landslide - Which WIP has the most worldbuilding?
⛰ Earthquake - Which WIP has the least worldbuilding?
🌊 Tsunami - When and where do you like to write?
🌋 Volcanic Eruption - What's your biggest flaw as a writer?
🌈 Rainbow - What do you think makes your story unique / stand out?
🌙 Eclipse - What's the most common / reoccurring theme of your WIP(s)?
race: we need you to create a diversion. we have to get out of this house.
davey: what happened to albert's diversion?
race: albert doesn't know what a diversion is apparently. he just ran directly into the house.
'Jack's too tired to think about it.'
i don't know anybody either 😭😭 @ethereal-bumble-bee @coircus-aceman @newsies-lesamis-oz-and-me @iloverace @carmineskiesandspidereyes and anybody else who wants to! :-) sorry if u already got tagged!!
Last sentence tag game
RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.
Tagged by @lurkingshan and I haven't really written anything in a bit, so have a little peak at the latest entry into my always growing notes app
And in the end, heroes and villains don't matter, because only the strongest survive.
Tagging @dimplesandfierceeyes, @waitmyturtles, and @anixknowsnothin to play, no pressure of course!
its my opening night for newsies jr pray for me