#DAVEY D

[serious2020]

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[salemshotspot]

IM SO UPSET /j

I wanted to just make a silly video like ‘haha guys look wrestling is sooo gay’ but this has turned out to unironically be the best thing I’ve ever made and I’m so upset about it /j

TAGS: @outsiderswolfpac

[july-nostalgia]

Fluorescent store lights, you shine through the night Illuminate my pores and you tear me apart Mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight?

[walkman-cat]

gatsby costume designs 2: nick carraway!

my school’s production of gatsby has two nicks— summer of 1922 nick and narrator nick (who’s framing the narrative to a journalist in the winter in the early 30s).

we decided that nick would be dressed in neutrals— for him to blend into the background in contrast to the rest of the main cast but still be largely distinguishable from the ensemble (whose colours are black and gold)— regular normal nick is in browns and warm greys, while narrator nick is in cool greys (maybe i’m being heavyhanded on the semiotics here but who caresssss im having fun)

[slaughtergutz]

this is the first time I've drawn Jimbei and the first time I've drawn Sanji or Luffy in........probably over 16 years. wild.

normally i'd upload more pages at a time but this is all i have so far and probably won't get to more til the weekend. everything i've posted with davey (sans the one with robin) has been all in the past. figured it was time to bring the story to the present.

[lavvythejackalope]

Some doodles of me and @hyperfis blorbos.

we have a long running concept of a multidimensional boarding house, within which we discovered many Pokémon partner pair ups. There are some of my favorites.

This is also the first time I’ve drawn Davey or Bob

[reinabeestudio]

yo mom check this out

[dammek-time]

[goldengodcannibal]

Davey Havok's recent Substack post is sending me to the fucking moon

[schooltrashers]

D-Generation X started with only these four members. Been a fan since 1997 and I am so glad I got the 1997 incarnation of D-Generation X action figures collected. Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Chyna and Ravishing Rick Rude were perfect together. Despite the fact that Rick Rude left the group after the Montreal Screw Job and joined the nWo, I still think he's just as important as HBK, HHH and Chyna is.

R.I.P to both Chyna and Rick Rude, they will always be loved and remembered for everything they did in their entire careers.

[agentravensong]

stanley parable fans who aren't subscribed to davey wreden's youtube channel (and don't follow him on twitter), have i got a surprise for you!

[serious2020]

Davey-D Live from Club Miranda, 1st Friday, Soulful Tunes

www.mixcloud.com/mrdaveyd/davey-d-live-from-club-miranda-first-friday-april-pt1-soulful-vibes/

[salemshotspot]

Do you have a favorite vintage/ old school wrestler??

Or do you have a favorite current present day wrestler??

I LOVEEE THIS QUESTION

I feel like I could just list off every wrestler ever for favourite old school wrestler buttt here's a few: Favourite For Promos- Randy Savage Or Roddy Piper

Favourite To Watch In Ring- Owen Hart Or Davey Boy Smith

Favourite Tag Team- The Godwinns

Favourite Faction/Group- Camp Cornette Or Dx

Honourable Mentions- Steve Austin, Jake 'The Snake' Roberts, Isaac Yankem And Mankind

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For Current Day:

Favourite For Promos- CM Punk

Favourite To Watch In Ring- Iyo Sky

Favourite Tag Team- DIY

Favourite Faction/Group- So I Actually Am Not A Fan Of Any Of The Big Current Groups, The Most Recent One I Can Think Of Is The Shield, But I'm Enjoying The Terror Twins + Jey Uso Atm!

[^^EDIT WAIT IM STUPID HOW DID I FORGET THE WYATT SIXX I LOVEEE THEM]

Honourable Mentions- Braun Strowman, Kevin Owens, Randy Orton And Sami Zayn

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There's others that I didn't mention because I didn't want this post to be 10000000k words long /lh but they're a few of my favourites, what about you?

[agentsnickers]

Seeing Double by Rehearsal_Dweller

Obviously, Jack meets Les first.

Please enjoy this, the result of my musings on what David and Les might be like as identical twins, plus some slightly hopeless Javid, some delightful Sprace, and Jack and Spot as siblings who pretend that they only tolerate each other (but actually, reluctantly, like each other quite a lot)

This little bit of chaos brought to you by my upcoming birthday! :)

[walkman-cat]

so what if i redesigned my detective noir davey design

… slightly

notes and references below:

unlike kath, most of davey’s clothes were not obtained in 1926/1927 (davey’s of a different class so ofc he wouldn’t be able to afford the latest fashion)

he’s still somehow somewhat fashionable (ish)— he’s got wide cut trousers (indicative of the late 20s) and he wears a sweater vest (very popular, especially among young men)

his ima knitted the sweater vest for him (he’d bought one with pockets in and wore it until it literally fell apart, the one he wears was a birthday present)

sarah sewed the pockets onto the shirt he’s wearing (which i referenced from an advert from 1929, but we ignore my slight anachronisms) (she’s also sewed extra pockets into his coat)

the coat he’s wearing is a trench-style ulster coat (popularised in the early-mid 20s)— it was his father’s originally, and is not in the best shape. the lining is worn thin and patched over with some old shirts; there are patches on the elbows and a hole in one of the pockets; some of the seams have started to come undone; the lapels are worn thin from davey constantly rubbing them (stim!!)

it’s also slightly too big for him.

HOWEVER he loves his coat very very much, he likes the weight and texture of the fabric

he would be wearing suspenders over his shirt but i wanted to show the pockets and uh. forgot to draw them (oops)

he has so so many pockets to keep all the things

his shoes are boots!

his clothes are mostly hand-me-downs or were acquired secondhand, he hesitates to buy new clothes (why would he need new ones when he already has the ones he owns, unfamiliarity, texture, etc)

patches are corduroy (probably from some old trousers)

he does have a proper Suit for when he has to attend fancy events (usually because of kath)

[more-sonorous]

bluestars and crimson-- (javey) chapter 8 blurb

soo this is the last official chapter of my hanahaki fic. i have an epilogue i am releasing soon

AND after positive feedback from the archive, i think i'm going to try releasing another version of this from jack's pov! (third person pov centered upon jack but you get ittt)

here's my favorite portion from the last chapter. thank you guys so much for reading and starting to welcome me into the lil newsies community. it's made my 2024 much better.

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“You just– you stopped breathin’ while you were asleep. Scared the shit outta me.” His voice was a hoarse whisper, and David noticed with horror that Jack’s fingers were shaking. The pointer, middle, and ring finger of his right hand were spit-slick and shining in the dim orange light that poured through the window. Jack had saved his life. Of course, on top of everything else, he owed Jack his life now. His debt to this boy knew no bounds, apparently. “Your parents ain’t back yet. The- the family’s at Shabbat service. It’s just me here with ya’.”

“I’m sorry.” David breathed, feeling his eyes begin to burn with tears. Existing like this was miserable. He was always burdening his caretakers. “I’m really sorry, Jackie–”

“No, why the hell are you apologizin’?” He laughed incredulously. One calloused hand came up to cup David’s chin, and he watched those beautiful brown eyes flit endlessly over his face. “Seriously, Dave, I’m the one that should be apologizing to you. I– I had to slap you to wake you up, then I hit you like, six more times tryna’ get that flower out. Then I shoved my goddamn fingers down your throat.”

They both shared a laugh, and David could tell Jack was feeling the same distanced, disbelief that he himself was going through. The past ten minutes didn’t feel real at all. His heart was still running like a racehorse within his chest as he shook his head. “Don’t apologize. You saved me, so, um, I didn’t mind it.”

“Didn’t mind me slappin’ you or my fingers in your mouth?”

David recognized that tone of voice. He recognized that slightly lowered, gravelly drawl with the sound of a smirk staining it– that was Jack’s flirting voice. Was Jack flirting with him? David whipped around in shock and sat up straight, ignoring the protests of his aching body, to see Jack Kelly smirking. The Jack Kelly flirting smirk. 

He could’ve died right there.

Instead his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened owlishly as the English language exited his brain entirely. Jack’s smirk widened into a grin and David could feel his own face flushing red-hot with mortification. “You’re a rat, Jack Kelly.”

“Hey, that don’t answer my question…”

“I don’t want your dirty fingers in my mouth.” David joked and shoved Jack’s shoulder to the best of his ability. “The germs will make me even sicker than I already am.”

Jack made a big deal of tumbling backwards, even though David’s little push was honestly less than weak. His stupid, unique ability to make David smile was fascinating. David was shaky and sick and probably looked like a wreck (his face felt sticky with tears and his heart was still racing) and here he was, smiling and laughing at Jack’s little jokes. He wiped his eyes once more for good measure as Jack sat up and brushed the thighs of his trousers off.

“Geez, Dave. Tryna’ kill a fellow?” He grinned, brighter than the sun. 

“No, I–” A few coughs interrupted his speech, harsh and grating. He buried his face in his elbow and thanked the heavens above that it was just a cough or two, a couple of loose petals hitting his inner elbow. He groaned softly. “Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” Jack instructed simply, like it wasn’t a big deal at all. He offered David a washrag and swung himself off of the bed, each movement graceful and easy as he strolled over to the window. Nearly instantly, his face brightened. Dark eyebrows shot up and a grin dimpled his tan cheeks. “Hey, it’s snowin’! Would ya’ look at that?”

David cleaned his own face up and watched Jack poke his head out of the window, craning his neck at an awkward angle to see the tiny flakes falling through the grating of the fire escape above. It was sunset, but the thick blanket of snowy clouds above was soaking up almost all of the orangey hue. Still, Jack looked especially pretty in the winter. A familiar tug of need made David’s chest ache as he watched Jack spin around on his heel and offer a hand.

“Let’s get you outside, Jacobs. Nothin’s better than watchin’ a sunset through the snow.”

So David shakily got out of bed, feeling weak and slow and exhausted after the first few steps. His head was heavy on his shoulders and once they’d climbed out of the window, he could feel himself trembling from the exertion. Jack wanted to go onto the roof, though, and David was reminded of that night less than two months ago when they’d scaled the side of The World’s headquarters. It seemed like a lifetime ago. He’d been trapped in this apartment for so long, sick and wasting away, that the boy he was in November seemed like another person entirely. David couldn’t imagine even walking to the building itself in his current state.

In fact, he could barely make it up two flights of stairs. Halfway through the second flight, his chest was wrought with stabbing pains and he was sure he wasn’t breathing. Not to mention the fact that he was positive his legs were going to collapse at any moment, and he was inches away from a fainting spell. The urge to sleep grasped at his eyelids and a heady feeling of exhaustion lingered on every limb. He wanted to curl up and give in, right then and there. Clutching the railing, he looked up at Jack, who’d already made it up to the roof.

“Jack–” He breathed, chest heaving as he finally paused, stumbling to his knees on the landing. The metal was cold and uncomfortable beneath him, and a horrible feeling of defeat struck him. This wasn’t fair. Not even a little bit. Maybe it was the lack of food or proper sleep, but his emotions were spiraling and his eyes were already stinging with tears. “Jackie, I can’t. I can barely breathe–”

The other boy looked back, eyes widening nearly instantly. Within moments he was rushing down the stairs, “Aw, it’s alright, Dave. I gotcha. C’mon.”

He felt nothing but a hot rush of mortification as Jack lifted him from behind, strong arms hooked beneath David’s shoulders. He wrapped an impossibly warm arm around David’s waist– in response, David slung one of his own thin limbs over Jack’s shoulders– and the two of them trekked up the remaining seven stairs in tandem, the taller boy leaning heavily on his shorter companion. It was far easier to climb with support, but still, David was quietly crying by the time they reached the rooftop. He stumbled away from Jack and sat, burying his face in his hands.

“Davey…” Not leaving him alone for a second, Jack immediately sat by his side and surrounded him with warmth. Despite the chilly prickles of the falling snow, he felt warm from head to toe with his best friend’s arm around his back. “Davey. What’s got you upset, huh?”

“I can’t do anything.” He breathed, little hiccups shaking his shoulders. “I can’t even climb a flight of stairs. I– I’m just so tired. I wanna sleep. But I know that if I do, I– I know that–”

“It’s alright. I get it.” Jack whispered, emotion thickening his tone. He ran his fingers up and down the length of David’s arm and David just cried. He let himself cry for the sake of his family and Jack and himself, and everything he knew he’d be leaving behind soon. He could feel the flowers shifting with foreboding every single time he breathed. It wasn’t fair. None of it was. Unfortunately, David was terrified. 

During his visits with their rabbi and cantor, he’d been told not to fear death. A better place was waiting for him, a veritable heaven where God would shelter him and end the suffering of sickness that had plagued his last months. But with his mother still valiantly prolonging her silence, David worried that he wouldn’t even make it there. His guilt was palpable. He was miserable in life and his worst fear was being miserable in death, too, and he cried for himself. 

He cried because Jack was gently maneuvering him to lay down, and he found himself using Jack’s well-muscled lap as a pillow. With blurry eyes, he stared out at the silent rooftop and clung to Jack, comforted by the fingers running through his tangled curls. Neither of them said anything. He just cried until he didn’t have the energy for sobbing, and then exhaustion slipped in. The syrupy feeling stilled him, slowly traveling up and up to his eyelids, where sleep stung at him and begged him to just close his eyes and let go.

David thought about his siblings. He thought about Les and Sarah and what they’d do after his passing. He thought about Les, turning ten on February thirteenth in less than a month, celebrating his first birthday without his older brother. He thought about the extra strain on Sarah, how she’d never be able to focus on finding a husband with all of David’s responsibilities on her shoulders. How Les would have to sell for the rest of the spring, unable to return to school. 

He was leaving them unprotected and that hurt. “Jackie?”

“Yeah?” Jack’s hand paused for just a moment, but David felt him hesitantly resume the motions just a second later. He relaxed into Jack’s touch, wishing he lived in a world in which Jack might love him back. 

“Can you take care of Les for me? And– and Sarah. Can you look out for them? I just… I don’t feel right leaving them without someone to make sure they’re alright. Especially Les. He needs an older brother.” He drew in a breath, trying to keep his voice from wavering. “I know it’s a lot.”

“You know I will, Davey. You don’t have to ask.” Jack whispered, and David just couldn’t bear to look at him. Instead, he traced his finger over the striped pattern of Jack’s trousers. “Why… why are you gettin’ all grim on me, huh? You got time. That dumb old doctor said you had a month like, six weeks ago, and look at you now. Seein’ the new century, watchin’ the sunset– ain’t no reason to make plans like that.”

But David felt it. He knew Jack was wrong. Just beneath his skin was an itch to finally let his body quit, and he knew he was going to give in any day now. Still, David shrugged. “I just worry about them.”

“Don’t. They’re in good hands. Yours.” His voice was a bit too firm, a bit too sure of itself. He was straddling the line between telling the truth and lying, and both boys knew it.