Pssst Hi Antonio Is A Fanon Name From A Really Old Fanfic (same With Sean For Spot) But Ed Is The Historical

you know the boys carrying candles before once and for all? the ones that are singing sieze the day? what if those are the boys who died in the strike? the ones that were so beat up they didn’t make it. i’m watching livesies right now and now i can’t unthink it

anyway! shoutout to all real artists in and around the newsies fandom. whatever your level of “skill” is, however you feel about your own art, however frequently you draw, whether you even share it at all - if you have ever picked up a pencil or a crayon or a stylus or a paintbrush or your finger on a touch screen, and created a doodle or a drawing or a painting of a character or a setting or a scene that you love, i love you. you are so important. you are everything. and ai will never, ever be able to create anything that matters even a sliver of how much your art matters. please keep going.

'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!

All the screenshots I have so far of my very legally obtained recording of uksies. Yes half of them are of race so what

Also @saveugoodmadam it's your fave

finally kicked my art block so have some jack kelly spouting teenage boy nonsense at poor katherine as a treat ( what do you mean this isn't their post-world will know scene in a nutshell?? )

hc that davey cracks his bones a lot and it always terrifies jack

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.’

I just realized something. In the show I’m doing currently, or rather, just finished as of today (😭), I have a fair amount of lines, but not many, so I’ve been doing some little improv-y bits here and there to add on to my character/the show. And it hit me: Max Casella did the same thing with Racetrack Higgins.

I’m gonna paraphrase this, but once I read a quote from Max Casella talking about his role as Racetrack saying: “Racetrack doesn’t have many lines in the script, so I’v been adding little bits of my own.”

I am slowly but surely on my way to becoming the Max Casella/Racetrack Higgins I want to see in the world.

jack who lives off shin ramen throughout uni x Davey who needs at least 2 full meals per day to function . they are roommates ...