Race: *singing Softly To Himself* Mothman-Man, Mothman-Man, Does Whatever A Mothman Can

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Headcanon #5

Medda is the ultimate mom, and loves the younger newsies. When nobody’s performing, she lets them run around the theater, try on costumes and jewelry, and play with the Beauties. Sometimes the older boys come in to collect their younger friends to find them in floppy hats, pink feather boas, and high heeled shoes. Medda’s happy to let them keep beads and ribbons, and the little newsies are happy to have a souvenir from the theater.

king of new york: *playing*

me, slapping anything and anyone nearby: here he comes here he comES HERE HE COMES 

king of new york:

me:          THEeRE H HHE IS S!!!

Newsies as things I have said

Jack: You just got Santa Fe’d, bitch!

Crutchie: I may be hurt, but I can run if I fucking want to.

Katherine: How the hell am I supposed to write this in a short amount of time and not disappoint?

Race: At what point does gambling become a problem?

Spot: You may be taller than I am, but I can easily beat you in a fight.

Davey: Do you ever get stressed out knowing that there’s so much information in your brain that isn’t relevant?

Pulitzer: I think we can both agree that I am, in fact, better than you.

tag yourself i’m tommy boy

Michael Dameski

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race: we’re so in sync! we finish each other’s…

albert: …

race: …sssss-

albert: -sssomebody once told me

Unlike you all I get my weather from a reliable source