Maybe Im Just Being Autistic And Applying My Blorbos To Everything But I Just Saw Asteroid City And Man.

lil psa for my fellow newsies fans because i’ve seen some certain links being posted again:

please do not post bootlegs or links to them publicly!

i know you wanna share these videos with everyone, and that is super sweet of you, but posting these links publicly puts the people who film these videos at risk of real legal trouble - boots are illegal! - and could easily result in them no longer filming any more videos, as well as making their current videos private. keeping these videos safe helps ensure that more will come, and keeps the people who film them safe too! it’s also just respectful to these folks’ wishes, and respecting them is so important! they’re doing a huge service for us!

if you do have a video you want to share with your friends, please at least do so through dms, or any private platform. do not post them on tumblr, public discords, google drive, twitter, anything - just dm the link to your friend, keep it private and secure. however, there are also certain videos that the filmers do not want shared at all, even privately, and i’m asking you to please be respectful of their wishes too. these videos are only available from the person who filmed them themselves, and they’re the ones marked with “NFT” - meaning “not for trade”.

if you’re ever unsure or have any questions at all, pls feel free to ask me! i am always up for helping. i just want to make sure filmers stay safe and videos stay available so we can all keep enjoying them <3 newsies forever and all that

Have you gotten sooo attached to a mutual or are you normal

love when characters have to have a domestication arc before you can even consider giving them a redemption arc

aaaaaaanother poll it will b over soon

javey oneshot !

modern au, davey crutchie and jack are roommates, javey first kiss, 1.2k words, fluff?? idk how to tag fics ... enjoy :] ...

Jack and Crutchie were playing cards when Davey clomped into the room, gently placing his sax case on the vacant bottom bunk in the room before loosening his tie and unceremoniously dropping his school bag near his sax.

'What's got you so exhausted, Davey?' Crutchie asked, playing a 3 of clubs.

'You seen my exam timetable?' Davey grouched, loosening his tie further and swiping a hand through his hair. 'On top of that, band commitments for prefect assembly, AND quartet wants to get into this one gig... it's so full of shit.'

Jack played a 7 of clubs, trying to pretend to be focussed on anything but Davey's loose collar and tousled hair as he leant against the wall and checked his phone.

'... just drop the ass subjects then.' Crutchie was saying, playing an ace. 'Sorry, Jack.'

Jack groaned. Davey continued, 'I can't just drop all my sciences! My mother would kill me!'

'Least you got a mother.' Crutchie shrugged. Jack snorted, picking up the deck and shuffling. Crutchie continued, 'Some of us ain't so lucky.'

Jack snuck a glance at Davey while he shuffled, and fumbled, dropping all of the cards when Davey tilted his head back, sighing. He heard Crutchie suppress a laugh and threw a cushion at him.

'Jack, what do you think?' Davey looked at Jack through half-lidded eyes, head still tilted back. 'Surely I don't drop physics...'

Jack cleared his throat quickly, shoving the cards back into the case as Crutchie snorted again. 'Uh.. why? Like, why do you wants to drop it?'

'I just explained this.' Davey rolled his eyes playfully. 'Physics is so content-heavy that I can't keep up with my other subjects. So I might drop it. Then, I would have a free period at the same times as you and Crutchie too.'

'Yeah, drop it.' Jack said coolly, and suavely, and so chill-ly, in fact, that he could even hold eye contact with Davey's big, beautiful, glowing brown eyes for more than 0.183 of a second. Progress.

Crutchie pulled out his phone, evidently bored by the conversation Jack was leading so well.

'Oh goodness, I have to go to the toilet,' Crutchie said, lying horribly. 'I'll have to leave you two suckers to it.' He stood, grabbed his crutch, and was out the door without another word.

Davey took the new free spot on Jack's bed, and crashed down, slumping backwards.

'Jackie, I'm so fuckin tired.' He murmured, voice suddenly gravelly now that Crutchie had gone. Jack felt butterflies course through him at the nickname.

'Sleep, then.' Jack shrugged. 'It's, what, 11pm?'

'Yeah, but...' Davey sighed. 'I wanna stay up and talk to you. Haven't seen you all day.'

'Oh.' Jack's voice cracked, and he immediately curled in on himself. Davey laughed, loudly and long, and it almost made Jack feel better. Almost.

'Aw, Jack.' Davey laughed, wiping tears from his eyes, noticing Jack's frown. 'It's fine. It was funny.'

'Embarrassing.' Jack muttered, dropping his face into his hands.

'Nooo..' Davey said half-heartedly. 'It was very funny, though. I think I needed that after today.'

Jack looked at Davey's rosey cheeks, at his soft smile and his dimples, at his ruffled hair, and at his big eyes, and at his loosened shirt, and god he looked beautiful. Crutchie wasn't there, it was just him and Davey sitting on his bed. In silence. Awkward silence. As Davey looked back at Jack with his eyebrows drawn together slightly in confusion. Fuck.

Jack looked away, and felt his cheeks and ears warming.

Davey's gentle voice sounded from behind him. 'Jack, what's wrong?' He felt Davey's eyes on the back of his head, heard the concern seeping into his voice.

'Fine.' Jack muttered, mad at himself.

'No, you're not.' Jack felt a hand on his shoulder, felt that hand turn him around til he was facing Davey again. Davey, who was about one foot from his face. 'What's wrong?'

'I just...' Jack sighed, his eyes falling to his knees. 'I dunno.'

'You know. You can tell me. Whatever it is, it cannot possibly affect our friendship.'

'Oh, it can.' Jack laughed drily, shrugging Davey's hand off his shoulder.

'Stop being emo.' Davey frowned. 'Tell me. Tell me or I'll tell Crutchie that you cried.'

'I'm not crying!' Jack cried indignantly.

'It'll be your word against mine.' Davey shrugged, smirking. 'Now hurry up and tell me so I can go shower.'

Jack sighed. Might as well bite the bullet.

'I... uh...' He squeezed his eyes shut. 'I want to kiss you. Real bad.'

Silence. Jack grimaced.

He felt Davey's hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes a smidge, to see Davey's face, inches from his. Smiling.

'Figured that was the case.' Davey brought his other hand to the back of Jack's head. 'Might as well indulge you a little, huh?'

And Davey connected his lips with Jack's. Jack, too shocked to kiss back, eyes now wide open, as Davey pulled away. He chuckled at Jack's spellbound expression, frozen as he tried to take in what happened.

'No?' He asked, grinning.

Jack blinked, once, twice, and then grabbed Davey's face and pulled him right back in again. Davey's lips felt like electricity against Jack's, moving in a perfect rhythm. When Davey pulled apart for breath, Jack stayed close, pressing their foreheads together. He laughed breathlessly, incredulously.

'You wanted that, I take it?' Davey smiled.

'So much.' Jack agreed, connecting their lips again.

Jack was halfway through pushing Davey back down onto his pillows when they heard the clack of their key in the lock, and hadn't quite gotten a last taste fast enough for Crutchie to open the door, close it behind him, and take in the sight. The sight, that is, of Davey, lying down in Jack's bed, still with his shoes on, frantically pushing Jack away, and Jack straddling Davey, looking like a deer in headlights, wide eyed, staring at Crutchie like he was some kind of horror.

'Welcome back!' Davey said cheerfully, not making an effort to move. 'Told you this would happen.'

'Man, I thought he wouldn't. I thought he wouldn't so much that I came back early.' Crutchie replied casually, kicking off his slides.

Jack looked frantically between Crutchie and Davey. 'This was planned??'

'You think it wasn't obvious how bad you wanted Davey to kiss you?' Crutchie snorted. 'Even Davey knew. And Davey's dense.'

'You shut your mouth.' Davey replied sharply. 'I wanted it too.'

'That was just as crystal fucking clear.' Crutchie made his way over to his bed. 'You know how unbearable it is rooming with you two?'

Davey tapped Jack's thigh, and Jack moved quickly, realising he was still on top of Dave. Davey got up unceremoniously, casting a longing glance back at Jack, as if it was a woe to be away from him for this long. He lumbered his way over to his bed, fishing out his toiletry bag, towel, clothes and his wallet. He opened his wallet, held it out expectantly to Crutchie, who begrudginly dropped a few coins in.

'I'm gonna shower, lads.' He announced, grabbing his phone and left without anything else besides another glance at Jack.

Once the door was safely closed, Jack snapped his head towards Crutchie. 'That was a fucking BET?'

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.

“Trapped”

Stone Butch Blues - Leslie Feinberg

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Poem by Keaton St. James (@boykeats)

I/Me/Myself - Will Wood

We Both Laughed In Pleasure by Lou Sullivan

cis people asking cis questions by Silas Denver Melvin (@sweatermuppet)

Tomboy Survival Guide by Ivan Coyote

Hey.... bad news... yeah, they got ahold of your found family... yeah, they're assigning them nuclear familial titles... yeah, I don't think they know that's not the point... I know, I know. Sorry man, nothing I can do about it now.

He’s Gone- Specs

Summary- Specs goes to deliver some bad news to Crutchie.

Specs shielded his face against the rain as he stumbled along the narrow road, nearly blinded by the drops of water but still able to see a single speck of light from a street lamp, guiding him through the alleyways. His arms and legs hurt- everything hurt- but he merely gritted his teeth and walked on, not stopping until he saw the place of his nightmares in the distance.

The Refuge. Specs was one of few newsies who’d never been caught within its walls; he was one of the lucky ones. He’d always considered it some sort of mythical creature, looking to ensnare anyone who got too close to its gaping jaws, searching for the weakest of a bunch and trapping them. Jack had been there, Race had been there- god, nearly everyone he knew except himself had served a month or two- and they only had one word to describe it.

Hell.

Swallowing the nervousness that piled up in his throat, choking his voice, Specs began to climb the rickety fire escape on the side of the building. The window was locked, of course it was, and as he reached into his pocket to pull out a makeshift lock pick, he heard a sound coming from inside.

Sucking in a quick breath, ducking down, Specs prayed he wasn’t visible to anyone passing by. He stayed there, not daring to move or breathe, until he heard a voice whisper above him.

“Psst! Specs!”

Glancing up, he met the bruised and broken face of Crutchie, whose eyes had lit up as soon as their gazes made contact. Forcing a smile that felt like more of a grimace, Specs stood and gathered the boy in a hug.

“Crutchie,” he said, taking in Crutchie’s battered form. “It’s nice to see you, bud.”

“You too.” Crutchie picked at a loose splinter on the windowsill. “So, any news of the strike?”

Specs’s heart went cold as he remembered why he was there. “Since I was last here, there’s been… changes.” He watched Crutchie’s face fall as he relayed the news of Jack’s scabbing, of the rally that had failed so badly and dashed any hope of winning for the newsies.

“So, Davey’s taken over?” Crutchie asked, his voice low and wobbling. Specs nodded, unable to meet his eye.

“I’m sorry, Crutch,” he muttered. “Jack’s run off with the money now- he’s gone.”

Crutchie just stood for a second, breathing shallow, the look of disbelief almost too much to bear. “Leave,” he commanded, almost too softly to hear.

“I’m sorry?”

“I said, leave.” Crutchie’s voice was low, full of tears yet boiling over with anger. “Ain’t no use for you bein’ here if the strike’s finished.”

“I can’t leave you,” Specs argued. “What if… what if he hurts you worse now that there ain’t no one to save you?”

Crutchie laughed, cruel and sharp. “Ha! If he wants to hurt me, let ‘im. What’s one kid in the grand scheme of things? We lost, Specs. We’re done.”

Fighting back the urge to yell at him, to beg him to stay, Specs lifted his head, tears stinging the back of his eyes. “Don’t lose hope, Crutchie,” he said, trying to imitate the confidence Jack had always shown. “We’ll get ya out of here.”

“Sure you will.” Crutchie glared down at him. “But don’t be surprised if you can’t.” He slammed down the window, barely missing Specs’ fingers, and the bespectacled newsie barely heard the cry of fear and anger that followed.

Turning on his heels, Specs walked quickly away, his hopes dashed and his mind running wild.

Maybe Crutchie’s right, he thought to himself, staring out at the barely-visible moon, rain soaking him to his skin. Maybe we can’t do this.

Not without Jack, anyway.