Whiteboard Crutchie From Like A Month Ago

there's no need to be sorry!! i LOVE talking about writing it's legit why i went to university dude!! this has been really fun for me and also gave me a great reason to look back over what i do and be like 'huh good question actually why DID i choose to do stuff like this' which is so helpful, so thank you!!! - @pigeonwit

WAHHHHH PIDGE ILY ........

the promised davey drawing .... i should draw more ..

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

It's 3:30 on the 18th and I haven't heard anything ........ im going to explode WHERE NEWSIES EMAIL......

MY NEWSIES AUDITION IS DONE! i went for jack and I really hope I get it but either way ill be absolutely stoked to be in the production ........ cast list comes out on Dec 18th .... pray for my nerves

David didn’t want his first visit to the lodging house to be this, anything but this would’ve been better.

He attempted to readjust the way JoJo’s arm hung across his shoulders, fingers digging in in a grip that matched the wince on his face with every limped half step.

Les forged on ahead of them in some kind of attempt to clear the way, and people moved for the dirt-stained kid with tear tracked cheeks and an arm held to his chest, spattered with blood; his own or someone else’s David wasn’t sure yet and as much as he wanted to grab Les and give him a once over for any injuries aside from the obvious, JoJo who’d gotten a club to the knee and then the head once he went down took priority.

JoJo was also spattered with blood, but it was obvious it was his own, leaking from his newly crooked nose-

He lurched to the side suddenly, and David did his best to keep him upright but he was tired and his head was spinning and something in his chest was sending shooting pains along his ribs when he breathed too deep and staying upright was hard-

“Sorry Dave.” JoJo’s voice was slurred like he was drunk and Davey realised he didn’t even know what age he was. Not old enough to get drunk, not even close, 14 at most surely, not the youngest but younger and-

“It’s fine. We’re almost back, just a couple more steps.”

“Y’seen Splasher?”

“Don’t worry about him right now. We’re almost back.”

“That copper got him real good Dave. I don’think I seen him get up.”

David swallowed bile, clung to JoJo’s waist a little harder.

He hadn’t seen Splasher get up either.

“I’m sure he’s fine.” He said out loud.

Me when I finish watching Newsies (again)

Davey Jacobs <33333333