Davey Jacobs Is A Gamer In The Sense That He Really Likes Slower Games With Puzzle/exploration Elements

tysm for the tag??

tiny homo :)

no pressure!! @pigeonwit @imbluedabadeedabadye @the-woild-is-y-erster

thought this picrew was absolutely ADORABLE so i am starting a tag chain :DD

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the teenage angst is getting to me (writing poetry)

LITERALLY!!! im hoping to be in newsies jr and i looked at the script and literally like gasped bc it's not there .. criminal

"it takes a smile that spread like butter, the kind that turns a ladies head" not being in the newsies jr carrying the banner is a fucking crime

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.’

Reblog if you want more interaction with your mutuals and followers :D

High quality newsies pictures for you guys

do you think a genderfluid Davey fic would be cool?

i think a genderfluid davey fic is (if you'll permit me) inevitable. do you know why its inevitable.

because hes too hot to be gender solid.

Keep On Standing- a song by me :D

(Note: Just a little song/poem I wrote- I hope you enjoy it!)

I get scared sometimes

Of never rising up

Of being the failure they think I am at school

I get sad sometimes

When I think about what could’ve been

My thoughts, they don’t calm down, and then

I’m stuck

But if only out of spite, or out of fear

I’m still standing

If only ‘cause I’m too scared to die here

I’m still living

You watch me fly

It’s worth it even if I cry

If only cause there’s so much left to do

You wait for me, I’ll stay here just for you.

Since I was young

I’ve always been a little different

And the folks around me never understood.

Since I was young

They always loved my high potential

Now that I’ve slowed down a little

I am stuck.

But if only out of spite, or out of fear

I’m still standing

If only ‘cause I’m too scared to die here

I’m still standing

You watch me fly

It’s worth it, damned if I don’t try

If only cause there’s so much left to do

You wait for me, I’ll stay here just for you.

If there’s a better place

I’ll find it!

If there’s a better life out there

It’s ours!

I haven’t gone so long

And suffered so damn much

To let them tell me I’m not worthy of life!

So to anyone who thinks they’re not enough-

You keep standing

To anyone who just wants to give up-

Just keep living

One day you’ll fly

You’re worth it, dear, so please just try

Try to stay, there’s so much left to do

And if no one else is there, I’m here for you.

If no one else, I’m always here for you.

does anyone see my vision?