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guys it's coming to fruition slowly... love labours and upstairs neighbours does that hit...... does that work..... FEEDBACK!!!! PLEASE!!!!

if I wrote a modern au in an apartment complex centred around javey and ralbert (but obv featuring most of the named newsies + Kath and maybe Sarah if I ever watch 92sies) would anyone read it...... I'm not talkin oneshots im talkin sink my whole life into this fic .... any takers? (im doing it anyway)

headcanon that there's HEAPS of spare beds in the lodging house but the newsies just choose to sleep in the same beds hit post

little miss “goes on a writing spree for a day or two, publishing a bunch of stuff, and then can’t write for nearly a week”

something to believe in javey ........ not to dismiss katherine she's awesome ... but I need gay ..

If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

Update: The popcorn bag has burst.

Anyways, Albert, who shoves his hands in his pockets and sits on his knees whenever he feels the need to stim or move because he thinks it's embarrassing and feels the need to hide it away.

But then Race starts to take note of this and tries to show him that stimming is okay and a totally normal occurrence by holding his hands away from his pockets and stimming along with him if he ever does within his vicinity.

Something that's starting to happen more often is Albert letting it out at night. They'd both be lying in bed, and Albert would hit his fists against his thighs and shake his foot repeatedly to regulate after a long day.

Race would always wrap his arms around him tightly to apply pressure and help out a little when he does the above.

which newsie would try to kiss their own reflection and why is it race?

which newsie would try to fight their own reflection and why is it albert?

Modern Javid au where Jack meets this guy (David) who takes some time to warm up to people but once he does he's the Coolest and Jack is crushing so hard on him but like they've become best friends he can't ruin that now by liking a straight guy and telling him and one day he just says something like "woah you really know stuff about music (or something) too bad you're straight what a waste of potential lmao" and Davey is just like "I'm sorry it's too bad I'm what?"

Tipsy Davey is a lovely Davey, easy to blush and fluster – it doesn’t take much more than a smile to send him giggling into his glass, and it drives Jack’s own ego to dangerous heights. He could spend whole nights murmuring compliments in Davey’s ear, tracing his knuckle against Davey’s thigh, listening to him giggle against Jack’s own temple, feebly nudging him away (and letting him come right back) and mumbling "Jackie, stop…" without meaning a word of it.

And then there’s Drunk Davey, when his flush settles high on his cheeks and his bashfulness settles with it. He loses that nervousness he keeps underneath his skin that’s always pulling him back just a little, telling him not to come on too strong. He touches freely, whispers the pads of his fingertips over Jack’s wrists enough to drive him insane, sweeps over the bridge of Jack’s freckled nose and murmurs, “Glory be to God for dappled things…”. The bitter little middle-schooler that still lives in Jack’s mind has always thought that poetry was something just too dorky to be attractive, but that bitter little middle-schooler sure shuts the hell up when Davey whispers pretty things in Jack’s ear on a dark corner of the dance floor. Jack’s not complaining at all.

And then there’s Jack’s favourite – Truly Shitfaced Davey. He’s a rare gift, reserved only for New Years, birthdays and Halloween parties, if his costume is slutty enough. Jack can recount every single Truly Shitfaced Davey encounter he’s ever had, and while they’re nowhere near as suave as Drunk Davey, they are by all means his favourites.

“Face,” Davey mumbles, poking Jack’s cheek and marvelling at the squish of it. Jack has to bite his lip not to laugh.

“Yeah, babe?” He asks sweetly, because he is a wonderful boyfriend, thank you very much.

“Your face… It – you…” Davey’s face pinches as he tries to find his words underneath the drunk haze that’s blanketing his brain. He promptly gives up and groans, waving an arm dismissively as he burrows into Jack’s side. “S’good.”

Jack grins, pressing a kiss to the curls tickling his face. He gives up on trying to stifle his smile – Davey’s too drunk to care, and far too drunk to notice the way he’s staring inquisitvely at Jack’s lips the way he usually stares at a good book.

“Thanks, Davey-mine. Your face is good, too.”

Davey stares at him for a moment, mouth squared and silent for a little too long, until he makes a strangled little squeak and ducks his face into Jack’s neck.

“Shuddup!” He orders as Jack laughs, but he can’t help it. As much as he loves Davey when he’s reciting sonnets from memory, he especially loves him speechless, if only for the novelty of it.

newsies but splatoon splatsies if you will

TRUE!!!!! splatoon would absolutely destroy Pulitzer!!!!!!!! he wouldn't stand a CHANCE ...

newsies playing splatoon, however .......

listen I could go ON about their mains and everything but Davey and crutchie play anarchy together and jack sucks actual ass and is rank c- but 100% alterna and katherine consistently asks how they enjoy the game .... my brian worms .... race is x rank btw ... I could go on for hours ....