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I’ll be succinct: boys, domestic, gay, soft, in love, Ravey

boys......domestic.........gay............soft...........in love.............ravey.........................time for some Thoughts

they met in college because they both worked at the same coffee place near campus!! they’ve seen each other around but never really talked

at first davey thinks race is too loud and race thinks davey is too boring so they don’t really interact

but they get a few shifts together and!!! they slowly start to realise there’s more to the other than they thought and they start hanging out more outside of work

race falls for dave first bc he’s such a sweetheart......man this boy is angelic. he’ll send race little texts to make sure he got home safe or check he’s doing okay or ask him how his shift was and it makes race so happy to know he’s on davey’s mind

little does racer know davey is...slowly falling for him

neither of them rlly say anything about it bc they’re both kinda anxious to ruin a good friendship and potentially make things awkward at work if the other rejects them so they keep it quiet

they actually get together while they’re hanging at davey’s. race came over because he needed help with an essay and we all know david jacobs has many braincells so He’s Your Man! and they’re just going through the work when davey lifts his head and race kisses him

race doesn’t know what possessed him to do that but.......davey reciprocates and he knows it’s all okay

fast forward a few years and they’ve both graduated college

got a little studio apartment downtown, and they’ve been together ever since that day at davey’s

they both have pretty busy schedules (davey is thinking of applying to med school and race is currently in a major dance company) but whenever they’re both home they always try to spend their time together as best as possible

they rlly don’t get much time like this so it means a lot to be able to just spend time together

davey teaches race how to cook properly bc we all know race survived on takeout and microwave meals in college!! and david jacobs is not having that no sir

sometimes they’ll just cuddle and have cute movie nights

race buys random things that remind him of davey for little presents and davey cherishes each and every one of them

race also has a photo album just full of photos from dates and events they’ve been to and stuff they’ve done together and sometimes they just flip through it and reminisce

they’re just so good for each other!! race brings out davey’s confidence more and davey calms race’s chaos just a little!!! they really do bring out the best in each other all the time

they probably get married and get a cat who looks suspiciously like flynn

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RAVEYQUEEN APPROVED

So I started talking with @disney-princess-sized and she’s absolutely THE BEST and SWEETEST! Anyways, we started talking about Ravey, which was a ship that just hit me out of nowhere, so enjoy these modern college au headcannons I came up with.

So Davey is a barista at a local coffee shop because he likes earning extra money

And one day he’s working when a loud group of boys, he realizes they’re from Jack Kelly’s frat come in. And this one blonde kid is HUNGOVER af

“What would you recommend to cure a hangover?” Said blonde kid grumbles after they all order. And while Race likes flirting, he’s too dead to care

Davey just stared before deadpanning, “I don’t drink, that’s how I cure hangovers.”

And in true frat boy style, all the boys start howli with laughter at Davey’s response, and Race finally looks up. And o h b o y. He realizes how CUTE this barista is, and makes it his mission to get to know “Davey”, as his nametag reads

Race orders a black coffee and goes to sit down with the other boys and Davey is glad because the blonde boy was g o r g e o u s! So Davey gets their coffees and brings them to the boys, purposefully not looking at the cute one

Once all the boys are done and they go to leave, Race goes up to the counter and just stares at Davey. Confused, Davey just looks back at Race, raising his eyebrows

“Can I help you?” Davey asks after like 2 minutes of awkward silence.

“Can we go out sometime? You’re cute, I’m cute, it makes sense. I’m Race, by the way,” he just rambles out, blushing as Davey chuckles

Basically, their first date, they go stargazing off campus and Race kept making absurd comments about the stars and constellations, but Davey low key loves it

They break up before their three year anniversary, but get back together a few months later when Race drunk calls Davey crying about their relationship

They get married one year after graduating, before Davey goes off to mec school

They have two first dances at their wedding because they’re extra™️

The songs they dance too are Sweet Creature by Harry Styles (it reminds Race of them), and In Case You Don’t Live Forever by Ben Platt (reminds Davey of Race)

Basically they’re young and in love, and sometimes stupid

*Sorry the ending sucked, it’s late here and I’m tired, but I wanted to get this out*

Also @disney-princess-sized/ @raveyqueen gave me some people to tag too

Tagging: @luv-ya-hun @thtvscoboi @disney-princess-sized @raveyqueen @poorguysheadisdoingwhatnow @shes-the-king @crutchie-with-a-y @nerdy-gay-shit @snakeyboimusical

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Newsiestober is Back!

Hello everyone! Mod Finch and the other wonderful mods here have allowed a new group of us to take over and do a shortened Newsiestober event this year. Mod Finch has very kindly been helping us to get set up! Myself (Mod Sarah), Mod Spot, Mod Smalls, and Mod Mush have officially been added as mods to the Newsiestober blog; we will be keeping track of the #newsiestober tag and reblogging all of your wonderful work.

Because it took a few days to pull all of this together, and we wanted to give everyone a little time to get your creative thinking caps on, we’ve created a slightly abbreviated list of prompts for this year, as seen above. Posting dates start on the 10th. The beautiful graphics are thanks to the wonderful talents of @rudeflower! :) As always, the posting dates are only targets; you can post things related to the prompts at any point in the month.

When  you post your work, put an @newsiestober in your post, or put #newsiestober in your first five tags, and we will be sure to reblog and share!

We hope you enjoy this new edition of Newsiestober, and we’re so excited to see all of your amazing work! Please reblog and spread the word. :)

~Mod Sarah

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newsiestober update 2019

hi everyone!

as many of you have noticed already, it’s already october now and we haven’t posted anything about doing newsiestober for this year. unfortunately we won’t be hosting it again for this year, but we really want to thank everyone who took part these past 2 years! it’s been an incredible time and we really loved seeing everyone’s work.

if you’re interested in doing newsiestober this year, feel free to use the prompts from previous years! (here and here). we won’t be keeping up with reblogging all of them to the official newsiestober blog this year, but i know many of the mods (and other newsies fans!) would really love to see some of your work.

thanks again for such a wonderful newsiestober experience! we all really loved everything that was created as part of this project and hope all of you continue to create wonderful things

- the mods 💕

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handcrafted meme for the broadway fandom because theres no way im going through this sudden emotional crisis by myself

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I wrote a book!

The idea first came to me in a movie theater. In the winter of 2017, Fathom Events put on a special, two-day production of Disney’s Newsies The Broadway Musical. It seemed like fortuitous timing; I had recently gotten over a cold by binge-watching the 1992 live-action musical film, Newsies, and this was the first I’d heard of any Broadway adaptation. (Little-known to me at the time: It had already attracted a sizable and passionate fanbase and won two Tony Awards in 2012, to boot.)

When the lights came up and the newsies danced their way offstage, I was struck by a fleeting thought: There has to be more to this story, right? The little I knew of the film and, now, the musical, suggested that the story was rooted in historical fact, but I wanted to know more.

At first, I thought I’d do a little research on the backstory of the 1899 strike and turn it into a longform article. For weeks afterward, I sifted through a fraction of the 2.5 million search results for “newsies the musical” in hopes of unearthing the real story behind Jeremy Jordan’s belt and Kara Lindsay’s writer’s block and the newsies’ pirouettes up and down the streets of Manhattan. I watched the Broadway musical again, then the 1992 film again, then Broadway bootlegs, then every fan video and musical cover on YouTube. I discovered David Nasaw’s Children of the City, a 1985 study of American newsboys and newsgirls in the 19th and 20th centuries. I pieced together interviews and anecdotes, watched documentaries and behind-the-scenes compendiums for the film and musical, and sampled some of the more popular fanfiction written about Jack Kelly and his posse of fictional newsies.

About seven months into this research process, it dawned on me that I was never going to be able to condense everything I’d learned into a single article. The idea of writing an entire book was completely intimidating, but I dashed off a query letter to a small independent press anyway. What could it hurt? The worst they could say was ‘no,’ giving me a reason to set aside my obsession and focus on something else.

Except that two days later, I had a response. They wanted to see a book proposal, and suddenly this project I’d only been dreaming about was becoming a reality. I won’t bore you with the story of the entire process—suffice to say, there were many all-nighters pulled, many books highlighted, many McDonald’s no-pickle cheeseburgers and beet chips inhaled, many moments of panic and indecision survived—but nearly two years later, the book I never thought I’d write is finally a real, tangible thing.

Newsies vs. The World: How a War, a Newspaper Rivalry, and a Trolley Strike Sparked the Child Labor Riot That Ended Up on Broadway is my love letter to Newsies. It’s a partial history of the lives of New York City newsboys and newsgirls, the publishers who screwed them over, and the fight they mounted in the summer of 1899 that should have changed everything. It’s also the story of how their remarkable history inspired one of Disney’s most poorly-received films and later turned into a Broadway musical. In the words of Katherine Plumber, it’s the “story behind the story.”

If you count yourself among the devoted ‘Fansies’ or have any kind of casual interest in child labor rights, 19th-century history, and/or a thorough critique of the way Disney’s beloved IP interacts with and manipulates historical events, you can purchase or request review copies of Newsies vs. The World on Amazon, Goodreads, and Theme Park Press.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

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Oooooo #29 with ravey 😏😏

29. Create a situation where your protagonist needs to sneak out in the middle of the night for some reason.

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going for a modern au here

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Davey’s at his desk, pretending to do homework but actually just playing a game on his phone because he likes school but trigonometry is so boring, when a knock in his window startles him so badly he almost falls out of his chair. Once he recovers, he gets up and looks outside, only to see his stupid boyfriend standing on the fire escape and grinning at him. Davey opens the window.

“What are you doing here?” He asks quietly, so his parents don’t hear. “It’s almost midnight!”

“There’s a party at Jack’s, and I want you to go with me,” Race replies, resting his elbows on the windowsill. “Medda’s out of town. Once-in-a-lifetime opportunity here, Jacobs.”

Davey rolls his eyes. “Is it, Higgins? I have homework.”

“Oh, trig? I finished that this afternoon. I can help you tomorrow if you want.” 

It’s tempting; Race is a genius when it comes to math, and Davey’s never going to not want to hang out with his boyfriend, especially if it means he learns what the hell he’s doing in this trigonometry class, but...

“My parents are definitely gonna know if I sneak out.”

“How? Aren’t they asleep?”

“Yeah, but Les gets nightmares, and for some reason he comes in here to wake me up and talk about them, and if I’m not here, he’s gonna go tell our parents, and-”

“Babe.” Race puts a hand on Davey’s shoulder. “Listen. Just an hour, and then we’ll come back and you’ll be here just in time to talk to Les about his latest dream involving his teeth falling out, or whatever.”

“Gross.”

“Exactly. Anyway, you wanna come? It’ll be fun.”

Davey sighs. “Fine. But you better help me with trig tomorrow.”

Race grins and grabs Davey’s hand. “Hell yeah.” He pulls him out the window.

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Newsies Typography:  Davey/Seize The Day 

Requested by: Anonymous 

Do you like what you see? Should I do more? If so, what next? Let me know!!

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college ravey headcannons?

•race is a super duper fucking smartie

•like the boy is a double major (theatre + marketing )

•he can sell anything in the world with his smile and three words (“i like it”)

•but he had trouble selling himself as a partner to davey

•bc davey, our favorite baby boy, is a political science major who is skeptical of just about everybody

•they met in a gen ed class freshman year and they were partners for a project bc the teachers had EYES

•and davey thought race was just a flirty guy who didn’t care about school

•it took race two weeks to get davey to see who he really was

•it took him the rest of the year to convince him to give them a chance

•but when he finally got davey to go on a date with him

•boy did davey fucking SWOON

•and now they’re inseparable 

•study dates, so many study dates

•usually in the quad where they can take breaks and lay on the grass next to each other

•davey being extremely supportive of everything race does and going to every one of his performances

•so much so that it’s a running joke in the cast that davey could understudy any role because he practically knows the show by heart

•speaking of shows, davey gets really sad when race is in shows because they don’t get to go on dates bc of rehearsals 

•but he sucks it up bc he knows how happy race is when he’s performing and he knows that race will make it up to him after the show closes ;)

•but don’t get me wrong davey boi is always busy

•(he picked up an education minor and then cried in race’s arms because he was stressed and he didn’t know how race was A DOUBLE MAJOR)

•so they go on dates at random times and they can vary from everything to grocery shopping to going bowling

•they also do a lot of napping

•so much napping together just all cuddled in a couch they found in their dorm

•also the nerdy boy is on the debate team and race will drop anything that he’s doing to help him prepare

•he is a national champ because of course he is and race mentions it to every person that passes them when they’re walking on campus

•they’re so lucky they live near each other bc as soon as these boys realized that they loved each other…

•no one can pull them apart

•although, no one wants to try because they would have hell to face

•plus their friends have never seen a smarter, happier, more loving and supportive couple

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Glad my legacy still lives on

two months ago me: i mean i really don’t get ravey ya know?

me now: THEY ARE IN LOVE AND THEY ARE STUPID WHAT MORE COULD YOU ASK FOR

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Jack during “King of New York”

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Jeremy M Jordan as Jack Kelly, Disney’s Newsies ( 2017 )

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As the Queen of Ravey, I resent this

My cat, #ravey, is petitioning for a name change with the local government.

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@softgrantaire as requested! please excuse the shitty quality of my colouring

Race is a closet romantic and Davey is a closet snarky little shit Please reblog!!!

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Newsies ft. John Mulaney

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i wrote this for @dying-poet because i Love Her

trigger warning: hunger, small mentions of death

Race poked his head out the window, breathing in the air of the early morning. He didn’t know why, but he had a feeling it would be a good day. Maybe it was because he hadn’t woken up to the sound of Jack clanging around the roof or a pair of suspenders being thrown at his face.

In fact, he hadn’t heard a word from Jack since the morning bell rang. Crutchie had come down a while ago, leaning on his crutch with his usual grin, but with no Jack in sight.

“Hey, Jackie!” Race shouted, climbing out on the fire escape. He rattled the metal ladder as hard as he could. “Up and at ‘em!”

Race waited a few seconds, then when he didn’t hear Jack whining from the roof, he grabbed the ladder again and started climbing. “Jack!”

When he reached the edge of the roof, he found Jack sitting up on his bedroll. His eyes were drooping and his hat was pulled over his face. Race hoisted himself up, walked over, and shook his shoulder. Jack’s head snapped up.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m up,” he grumbled, adjusting his hat. “Quit whinin’. I’ve been up for,” he interrupted himself with a yawn, “hours.”

Race rolled his eyes. “Well, ya sure don’t look the part. You doin’ okay, Jackie? You’re usually the first one up.”

“I’m fine, kid. Don’t think on it.” Jack yawned again and stumbled to his feet. It was almost as if he was using Race’s shoulder to stay upright. “Let’s get to sellin’, yeah?”

Race nodded slowly. “Yeah. Let’s get to it.”

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At the selling gate, Race didn’t say anything about letting Jack lean into his side. When the nuns finally showed up with stale rolls and coffee, Race separated from him to grab rations for the little kids.

“Here ya go, guys,” he said, ruffling a kid’s hair as he passed the bread around. He’d discreetly handed his own roll off to Elmer. He could go without breakfast for another day, it wouldn’t kill him.

Then, as he stood up and stretched his arms above his head, Jack materialized at his side. He shoved a bread roll and a cup of coffee into Race’s hands.

“The nuns had some extra this mornin’,” he said. “Eat up, kid.”

“Didn’t they have extra yesterday, too?” Race said, glancing around for a second before biting into the roll.

“Yeah, guess so,” Jack said. The nuns came around to collect their empty cups just as Morris and Oscar opened the gates. Race wolfed down the rest of the roll and licked his fingers, smiling at Jack before turning to the Delanceys to do his usual griping. Jack had an arm around his shoulders, gripping at the fabric of his vest. He was a tactile guy, and Race wasn’t worried. He was fine. Jack was fine.

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Jack wasn’t fine.

For once, Race had decided to stay in Manhattan to sell. Whether that was because he was worried about Jack or because he had a couple guys in Brooklyn that wanted to punch him in the face, he couldn’t say, but either way it kept him on the same street as Jack for most of the day.

Around noon, Jack wandered over to Race’s spot. He looked half-dazed, like his eyes were focusing on a spot in the distance.

“Wanna go get some lunch?” he said, snatching the coins from Race’s hands to count them.

“Oh, uh, no, I’ll pass,” Race said. “You goin’ down to Jacobi’s?”

Jack frowned, grabbing Race’s paper bag to drag him forward. “Not if you’re not comin’ with,” he whined. “C’mon, you’ve got half a dozen papes left. You’ll be fine.”

Race rolled his eyes, grabbing his coins back. “I don’t got the money. I gotta pay lodgin’ fees for the last couple days -”

“I’ll cover ya,” Jack said automatically. “I got some to spare.”

Race wouldn’t say he agreed to get lunch, but somehow he found himself standing outside Jacobi’s, waiting for Jack to come out with a couple sandwiches. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but his stomach was growling a little. He could pay Jack back later.

The bell above the door chimed, and Jack stepped out with some food wrapped in paper. “Voila,” he said, presenting it with a low bow. “Anything else I can do for you, your Highness?”

“Shuddup,” Race said. Unwrapping the paper, he pulled out half a sandwich on stale bread. He started breaking it in half when Jack shook his head and swatted his hand.

“Hey, none’a that,” he said. “You take it. I had my half while I was waitin’ for Jacobi to wrap it up.”

Race peered at him, taking note of the bags under Jack’s eyes. They were darker than they usually were in contrast to Jack’s pale, sunken face. “…You sure?”

Jack closed his eyes when he nodded, like he just needed a few seconds of rest he hadn’t gotten the night before. Except Crutchie had said he was still out like a light when the morning bell rang, so that didn’t make sense. “Yeah.”

Race kept looking at him, the sandwich still in his hands. He couldn’t shake a certain thought out of his head, and as much as he hated it, it was the only thing other than pure illness he could think of.

He knew what it was like to be hungry. He knew what it was like to try and sell with an empty stomach, and he knew what it was like to be living off the energy of an apple from three days ago. The longest he’d ever gone without eating was four days. Looking at the way Jack’s clothes were hanging off his frame more than normal, Race started wondering how long he’d ever gone.

He looked down at the sandwich, turning it over in his hands. “…The nuns didn’t have extra bread this mornin’, did they?”

He could hear Jack go still. “What’re you on about? ‘Course they did. I think a kid didn’t show up or somethin’. Eat the damn sandwich an-”

Race shook his head, taking a step back and slowly letting his face morph into a glare. “Don’t lie to me, Jackie. I ain’t a little kid. Just… you ain’t been eating, have you?”

Jack was shaking his head, but the dots were connecting in Race’s head and it felt so obvious that he felt like hitting himself. Jack had handed him a sausage and a loaf of bread last night when Race had already given his rations to Romeo. He’d found an apple and some cheese sitting under his bed two days ago. The bread roll and the cup of coffee, the sandwich… he was such an idiot. Jack was an idiot.

“You’ve been givin’ up your food for me.”

Jack sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “Racer -”

“Kelly, that ain’t fair! You’re always on my ass about not eatin’, then you turn around and do the same thing! I know you think you’ve gotta save all the damn strays, but starvin’ yourself ain’t gonna fuckin’ help anything!”

“I don’t know what else I can do!” Jack shouted, throwing his hands out. He was breathing heavily, either from adrenaline or lack of energy. “Race, I can only help one kid at a time. And if that means makin’ sure you ain’t gonna die this winter, it’s gotta be like that. When was the last time you took food without handin’ some of it out to the kids?” Race stayed silent. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Well,” Race sputtered, “it ain’t gettin’ us nowhere else when you’re the one missin’ meals. They need you more than me, Jack.”

“That’s so far from the damn truth, I’m gonna -”

“You’re gonna what?” Race said vigorously, stepping forward until their faces were six inches apart. “You’re killin’ yourself, Kelly. There ain’t much you can do to me when you can’t stand on two feet.”

“Race, I-!” Jack suddenly stopped, taking a deep breath as if he needed a minute to collect the thoughts tripping over themselves to get out of his head. “I know. I damn well know that. I know what it’s like to be hungry. The Refuge knocked it in my head pretty good. But you just look so much… happier. You’re actually smiling when your face ain’t pale and lookin’ like you escaped death’s door. If it can’t be me buggin’ the shit out of everyone at sunrise, I want it to be you.”

Race half-smiled. “As much as I appreciate you thinkin’ my mug ain’t half bad,” he said, “the guys need your obnoxious shit almost as much as they need mine. Crutchie’s gonna beat the shit out of me if he finds out I’m the reason you look like you crawled your way up from hell every day.”

“‘Obnoxious’, really? Spendin’ too much time with Davey, huh?”

Race snorted. “Yeah, I’m the one spendin’ quality time with him, sure.” Jack went a little red in the face, and Race spared him some embarrassment by looking down at the sandwich balled up in his hands. It was a little squished, but still good. He broke it in half and waved it in Jack’s face. “Start eatin’, Cowboy,” he said. “They don’t take kids lookin’ as sick as you in the wild west.”

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