Tysm For The Tag??

dude what are the newsies birthdays .... like are there canon days or is it just headcanons ......

RAHHHHHHH I wanna organise all my posts with tags but I DO NOT HAVE TIME!!!!!!! I am SO BUSY!!!! 3 weeks and I'm free........

redhead Albert is my favourite thing ever.... idk why smth about him is so precious.... RAHHH

man I need moots i can't be on here talking to myslef ... embarrassing ...

race: we need you to create a diversion. we have to get out of this house.

davey: what happened to albert's diversion?

race: albert doesn't know what a diversion is apparently. he just ran directly into the house.

love when a moot likes my post after being away for a day or so ... like welcome back babe!!!

Jack looks at him for a moment, blinking slowly as the gears click in his drunken brain, as he takes in the tight line of Davey's mouth, the knot in his jaw, the clench of his fists. His smile quivers, crumples like wet paper, and his whole body tears itself around a sharp, pained sob.

“Jack?!” Davey blinks, suddenly off-kilter, like he’d been punched in the stomach.. “What’s wrong, what happened-?”

“I got nothin’, Dave,” Jack laughs wetly, his mouth squared in a poor impersonation of a smile, all stretched and wrong. A crayon drawing, a caricature. How long has he been posing? “Got nothin’ at all. Ain’t that funny? All these folks got me, and I got nothin’.”

“Jack-“

“I could be anyone’s.” Jack hiccups. “Anyone at all, y’know? S’long’s they were nice enough. An’ I give all these little bits o’ me every day, and no one-“ He shudders, quivers out a laugh like it’s funny, like this is all some cosmic joke. “No one wants ‘em. No one wants me, Davey…”

“Hey!” Davey lurches forward, his body not knowing anything other than help Jack, hold Jack. He grabs him by the shoulders, supports Jack’s limp body with his own, like a shield, like armour. “That’s not true, you understand? We want you. We want you right where you are.”

Jack shakes his head, curling forward until his brow meets Davey’s collarbone, a feeble prayer. He quakes against him, hiccupping broken laughs, dampening Davey’s shirt with tears.

“No one’s mine…” He whimpers, like he didn’t even hear a word Davey’d said, like they weren’t real at all. “I’m everyone’s, all the time, and no one’s mine.”

We’re back in the microwave, folks. Just chillin’. Spinning around and around, no thoughts except the hum of the microwave.

teehee this was super fun !!

no pressure :) @ethereal-bumble-bee @toffyrats @carmineskiesandspidereyes @coircus-aceman @getyourpaybackwithsomepayback and anybody else!!!

Make yourself into a spooOoky ghost or ghoul

tagging: @postwarlevi @chaotic-on-main @darlingheichou @humanitys-strongest-bamf and everyone else who's interested!

my top post ever is the “nUWUsies” one and honestly I’m not even ashamed