Im Curious What's The First Meme You Remember Seeing? Mine Was Numa Numa

does anyone see my vision?

YO .... moots ... when you're online can u reply with ur timezone ... im aedst.. and ik as an australian I am often online when others r not ... and I love knowing when moots/friends r around .... LMKKK

i cannot stress how badly i think davey should’ve gotten his own solo song

If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

You are my favorite Ralbert person, so I present to you the song “Strawberry Wine” by Noah Kahan from Albert’s perspective on Race :)

OH ANON YOU ARE SO SO SO CORRECT...

im listening to this song for the first time ever right now, and you're so right ... im imagining Albert singing this in his apartment, and race hearing it through his floor and fantasising about it being about him ...

“Davey – Day, c'mon, y’ain’t makin’ any sense…” Jack says gently, rubbing his hand across Davey’s shoulders. “I mean, d’ya just not like her? ‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, sometimes a girl just ain’t the one-”

“But she was.” Davey insists, and he feels all the more like a child for it. “She – she was smart, a-and funny, and beautiful, and if there was ever a girl I could’ve liked, could’ve – could’ve been with, it’d be her, b-but I… I just…”

He takes a painful breath, his voice crushed - like shards of glass - into his throat.

“Jackie, I don’t…” He whispers as hot tears scald his cheeks. “I think there’s something wrong with me?”

His voice pitches up at the end like a question – but he knows the moment the words are said, the moment the thought is finally pitched into existence, that it’s not. There’s something wrong with him. He knows it. He knows it. And now Jack does, too.

Jack writes in a diary, but instead of titling it like others would with "Dear Diary" He directs each entry to a different Newsie. He finds it easier to let it all out if his mind thinks he's writing all this to somebody. His diary entries are really more like letters he'll never send.

Dear Racetrack,

We got some new kids today, Davey and his brother Les. Les thought I was pretty cool, Davey might take a little more convincing. They seem pretty sound though, they got parents and a flat, the whole nine yards, y'know?

Dear Jojo,

We're officially on strike against Pulitzer! That bastard raised the prices without even a word of warning to us and expect us to just go along with it? Yeah, well, have we got news for them, am I right?

Dear Crutchie,

This wasn't how today was supposed to end. I know we were warned this could go wrong, but I didn't think we'd be beaten that badly.

I feel like real shit knowing I didn't go down there and help him after all those times he helped me. My brothers been sent to the one place I swore to protect everybody from, and I just stood there. I'm so sorry Crutch.

Dear I'm sorry I let you down Davey.

its my opening night for newsies jr pray for me

nUWUsies

rb in the tags what would be the physical feature used to identify you in fanfiction of you if you were a fictional character