Its My Opening Night For Newsies Jr Pray For Me

just finished writing an EXTREMELY self indulgent javey oneshot .................... who wants to read it I'll post it tmr maybe ...

Davey speaks french and it fucks jack up ... they're also in a library so it's all whispering ....

psst

hey you

you’re awesome never forget that

bye bye for now 👋

STOPPPP THANK U!!! this was the best thing to wake up to :')

If I wrote something about your amputee Jack would you want to read it?

YESS OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMFG OMGG YES ANON PLEADE PLEASR PLEADE

intro/pinned! 🗞️

hello!!!!! my name's rome! welcome in!

my pronouns are he/him, im 16y/o and australian ...

I usually post about newsies, but im also into zelda, splatoon and voltron! trying very hard to be active but school is busy :(

I sing and play piano, flute, clarinet, saxophone, bassoon and trombone. im trying to learn guitar too.... but give me any wind instrument and 20 minutes and I've got it down.

i do musical theatre and drama, and atm im in a production of newsies & into the woods! i auditioned for jack in both, im Albert in newsies and idk yet for itw ...

on this blog i draw and write but mostly shitpost and drabble. im pretty bad at reblogging and stuff but i will!! especially if we're moots ...

im always open for a chat and i love friends and people texting out of the blue, it doesn't even have to be about anything important!! i can talk about anything for hours and i SHOULD reply quick unless im asleep ...

do YOU want YOUR BLORBO in a SITUATION? well for the low low price of for free ill draw pretty much anything u ask me to (whether it's good is not promised)

... am i the davey guy yet ...

Albert lies on Race's bed. It's 8:34am (or so Race's clock tells him), he's groggy, and he can hear Race's microwave and coffee machine.

He blinks a few times. He remembers what had happened last night; he wasn't THAT drunk, and he remembers it was fucking embarrassing. He dreads facing Race as he will inevitably have to.

Race, the cute guy in apartment 309 that now knows it was Albert leaving him meals after he overheard on the phone Race hated cooking, Race who smells faintly of smoke and has a crooked smile, Race who he shared a bed with last night, Race who gave Albert his hoodie. Race who, Albert is certain of it, he is completely and totally crushing on.

He drags one foot to the floor, then another, pushing himself upright. His sweatpants are creased, the neckline of his- Race's- hoodie is askew, his hair is knotted and all over the place; he can tell just by running a hand through it. He follows the noise of the coffee machine to Race's kitchen.

There he is.

God, Albert nearly faints. His hair is adorably tousled, his shirt is loose and hanging barely onto his shoulders, he has his back to Albert, letting him drink in all of his sharp lines, curved musculature- or at least what he can see under the shirt.

Albert clears his throat.

Race turns, brandishing a mug. "Morning! How'd you sleep?"

Albert tears his eyes from Race's figure to look at Race's coffee machine.

"Uh.. alright. I'm a little hungover, though. I might get a glass of water?" He clears his throat again, looking down to his feet. "Sorry about last night."

Race is all smiles and bounces as he fills a glass with water and brings it to Albert, smiling softly and, dare Albert say, sweetly and lovingly, as he hands Albert the water and pats his shoulder.

"That's totally okay, man. I get it, I get you. I'm sorry about how fucked up and awful your emotions must be. But now we get to eat yummy breakfast together!" Race points at the microwave. "The food you made last night! I have no idea what it is, but it looks and smells delicious!!"

"We?"

Race looks away, takes his hand off Albert's shoulder- Albert's shoulder is cold.

"Well.. I mean, unless you don't want to..."

"No! No, I want to." Albert steps closer to Race, putting his own hand on Race's shoulder. "I just.... I was scared you didn't like me."

Race looks shocked.

The coffee machine stops brewing.

"No, Al, I..." Race sighs, looking away. "I don't know. I'm confused."

Albert sags, a little defeated. "That's okay. Take your time figuring it out. I'll be here for you, if you want me to be."

The microwave beeps.

"That would be lovely."

RAHHHHH IM BACK! sorry again for disappearing 😭😭😭

davey meows btw ..... his favourite vocal stim is going meow :3 mrow :3 mmmmmeeerrrooaw :3

it's time for me to come clean guys ............ im a ralbert truther ... I don't get the sprace hype ......... why spot .... ralbert is just so much better ..... dumb x dumber ......... but also chaotic x has the chaotic one on a leash ....... but ALSO smart and strategic race and 'ill fight my way through them' Albert ......

so many possibilities .......... fluffy kony moments or angsty Albert gets into another fight or race spends too much time at the races or they fight because race is trying too hard to micromanage Albert and help him out .... ralbert > sprace

OH TRUE i actually see that but like

me personally jack needs somebody to like love him gently, and I personally am a big supporter of brothers jackcrutchie ... and like their character development ... makes sense to me .. but i get what ur sayin

does anyone have any sprace fic recommendations ? i need more sprace content in my life

davey made cookies :) loosely inspired by an @incorrectuksies quote