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Latest Posts by loiteringandlurking - Page 15
ok google how to finish a one shot??????
cringe is dead cringe is dead cringe is dead cringe is dead cringe is de
LMAOO can u imagine they both break down laughing and kissing through smiles & happy tears as davey says yes and makes jack promise to keep that box forever ...
This is how Jack proposes to David
in light of @newsiesfixation 's newsiesblr casting should I draw myself as Davey and/or anybody else as their respective characters....... lmk ..... dm or ask me if u want me to draw u .....
can i also make the suggestion of the use of #newsiesblr cast for all related matters ... bc ill b using it ... lmk if anybody has any issuesssssss ...
newsiesblr as the cast of newsies but if u dont put me down as spot conlon i will actually cry my eyes out so u have to make me the short autistic lil fuck
conclusion: newsiesblr is way bigger than I thought, i came on here legit thinking there'd be like 4 people ... guess I was wrong ... that's ok tho I love that this fandom is still alive !!
guys how extensive is newsiesblr??? can everyone active on newsiesblr who sees this interact ... I wanna follow everybody :3
okay so I weave bracelets just for like a hobby should I make newsies bracelets.........
something to believe in javey ........ not to dismiss katherine she's awesome ... but I need gay ..
He’s Gone- Specs
Summary- Specs goes to deliver some bad news to Crutchie.
Specs shielded his face against the rain as he stumbled along the narrow road, nearly blinded by the drops of water but still able to see a single speck of light from a street lamp, guiding him through the alleyways. His arms and legs hurt- everything hurt- but he merely gritted his teeth and walked on, not stopping until he saw the place of his nightmares in the distance.
The Refuge. Specs was one of few newsies who’d never been caught within its walls; he was one of the lucky ones. He’d always considered it some sort of mythical creature, looking to ensnare anyone who got too close to its gaping jaws, searching for the weakest of a bunch and trapping them. Jack had been there, Race had been there- god, nearly everyone he knew except himself had served a month or two- and they only had one word to describe it.
Hell.
Swallowing the nervousness that piled up in his throat, choking his voice, Specs began to climb the rickety fire escape on the side of the building. The window was locked, of course it was, and as he reached into his pocket to pull out a makeshift lock pick, he heard a sound coming from inside.
Sucking in a quick breath, ducking down, Specs prayed he wasn’t visible to anyone passing by. He stayed there, not daring to move or breathe, until he heard a voice whisper above him.
“Psst! Specs!”
Glancing up, he met the bruised and broken face of Crutchie, whose eyes had lit up as soon as their gazes made contact. Forcing a smile that felt like more of a grimace, Specs stood and gathered the boy in a hug.
“Crutchie,” he said, taking in Crutchie’s battered form. “It’s nice to see you, bud.”
“You too.” Crutchie picked at a loose splinter on the windowsill. “So, any news of the strike?”
Specs’s heart went cold as he remembered why he was there. “Since I was last here, there’s been… changes.” He watched Crutchie’s face fall as he relayed the news of Jack’s scabbing, of the rally that had failed so badly and dashed any hope of winning for the newsies.
“So, Davey’s taken over?” Crutchie asked, his voice low and wobbling. Specs nodded, unable to meet his eye.
“I’m sorry, Crutch,” he muttered. “Jack’s run off with the money now- he’s gone.”
Crutchie just stood for a second, breathing shallow, the look of disbelief almost too much to bear. “Leave,” he commanded, almost too softly to hear.
“I’m sorry?”
“I said, leave.” Crutchie’s voice was low, full of tears yet boiling over with anger. “Ain’t no use for you bein’ here if the strike’s finished.”
“I can’t leave you,” Specs argued. “What if… what if he hurts you worse now that there ain’t no one to save you?”
Crutchie laughed, cruel and sharp. “Ha! If he wants to hurt me, let ‘im. What’s one kid in the grand scheme of things? We lost, Specs. We’re done.”
Fighting back the urge to yell at him, to beg him to stay, Specs lifted his head, tears stinging the back of his eyes. “Don’t lose hope, Crutchie,” he said, trying to imitate the confidence Jack had always shown. “We’ll get ya out of here.”
“Sure you will.” Crutchie glared down at him. “But don’t be surprised if you can’t.” He slammed down the window, barely missing Specs’ fingers, and the bespectacled newsie barely heard the cry of fear and anger that followed.
Turning on his heels, Specs walked quickly away, his hopes dashed and his mind running wild.
Maybe Crutchie’s right, he thought to himself, staring out at the barely-visible moon, rain soaking him to his skin. Maybe we can’t do this.
Not without Jack, anyway.
guys how extensive is newsiesblr??? can everyone active on newsiesblr who sees this interact ... I wanna follow everybody :3
im recording myself singing Santa Fe prologue for my jack audition and honestly I would rather kms than listen back 😭😭
can i be davey:3 please ...
newsiesblr as the cast of newsies but if u dont put me down as spot conlon i will actually cry my eyes out so u have to make me the short autistic lil fuck
davey only uses corded headphones btw ... he doesn't like Bluetooth it fucks with his vibe ...
davey made cookies :) loosely inspired by an @incorrectuksies quote
GIVE ME CONFIDENT DAVEY! stupid idiot confident davey!!!!! davey who's ego is inflated from being smart so he thinks he could do anything!!! not entitled just a fucking idiot ... love him ... davey who needs jack/Katherine or even les to keep him from killing himself by accident ...
*throws these at you then sprints in the other direction*
*throws these at you then sprints in the other direction*
completely honestly dude .. im in davey jacobs hell...... he's so ... so ... im going to eat him ..
DELECTABLE!!!
Some Sort of Peace- Racetrack Higgins
(No trigger warnings)
Summary- Davey’s the Manhattan newsies’ leader now, but that doesn’t mean that Race still isn’t second-in-command- and it doesn’t mean that there isn’t still problems to solve.
************************************************************************ “What do you want?” Davey snapped from his place at the door, and Race swallowed any nervousness as he looked sheepishly at him.
“Heya, Dave,” he greeted the taller newsie, doffing his cap and offering Davey a grin that was not returned. “So, I was just thinkin’, and I got an idea for a solution to the whole situation with Brooklyn.”
“Make it quick.” Davey glared somewhere over Race’s shoulder, in a direction that Race knew well enough to be facing the Brooklyn Bridge. Ever since Jack had taken off to Santa Fe and Davey had taken control of Manhattan, tensions with Spot Conlon and his boys were rising endlessly- Jack’s charisma had been a bigger asset than any of them had known at the time, and with him gone, they had nothing to keep Brooklyn placated other than compromises, which were adding up by the ton.
“Well, since a lot of the problems are with Brookies sellin’ on our turf, maybe we could station some newsies near the bridge?” Race watched Davey’s face for any sign of further agitation, any note that he should back off and come back later, but the other’s face remained stone cold. “If we set definite rules for where Conlon’s boys can go, he won’t try and push the boundaries any further back.”
“How do you know this’ll work?” Now, Davey seemed interested. Race almost heaved a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t be facing the wrath of their new leader, who’d changed so much from the meek and polite boy the newsies had first met that it was uncanny, especially how fast he’d been to take over when Jack left. It’s like remarryin’ while your wife ain’t even cold, Race mused silently.
Clearing his throat and twirling his cigar in his fingers, Race continued. “I’ve been hangin’ around Brooklyn a lot- had a lot of conversations with Spot, y’know- and I’ve notice that for all their toughness, the last thing Conlon wants is a fight.” His lips turned up in a smile. “If we play nice for a while, give ‘im a soft reminder that Manhattan ain’t his turf, he’ll back off.”
Davey’s hand toyed almost nervously with the seam on his sleeve, picking at the worn thread. “Go see if Specs’ll deliver the message,” he commanded, and Race resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Not even a thank-you?
“Sure thing, boss.” As Race turned to leave, he felt some sort of shift in the air behind him. Turning to look one last time, he saw Davey looking at him- were his eyes that misty before?
“You’re doing great, Racer,” Davey smiled softly, a complete one-eighty from the angry expression he always wore. “I know that it’s been hard without Jack here, but… you’re doing just fine.”
Race grinned back. “Thanks, boss.” Before he shut the door, he called back, “You’s not doin’ to bad yourself.”
And with that, he swept out of the room, off to try and organize some sort of peace with Brooklyn- with a plan in his head and a friendly feeling in his heart.
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OH TRUE i actually see that but like
me personally jack needs somebody to like love him gently, and I personally am a big supporter of brothers jackcrutchie ... and like their character development ... makes sense to me .. but i get what ur sayin
does anyone have any sprace fic recommendations ? i need more sprace content in my life
i love sarcastic Davey. I love Davey. he's my bbg
spot: why is davey here?
davey: i always ask that question.
don't come a-knocking but it's javey ... PLEASE ... ill write it ill do it guys ...
LITERALLY!!! im hoping to be in newsies jr and i looked at the script and literally like gasped bc it's not there .. criminal
"it takes a smile that spread like butter, the kind that turns a ladies head" not being in the newsies jr carrying the banner is a fucking crime
man I get sprace I need sprace too I think we all need sprace ... but no javey??????????? understandable ig ig but man I love javey ... no hard feelings also writing sprace rn bc of this post ... expect it soon ...
does anyone have any sprace fic recommendations ? i need more sprace content in my life
oh lord it's so compressed
the promised davey drawing .... i should draw more ..