#Francis sullivan

[anxiousbrazilianstuff]

I need to see more of Race and Jack's friendship, for me Race is only second to Crutchie when it comes to being a best friend, and I don't want to be the only one who thinks that

[annietalking]

the first night back in the refuge, jack cried. he cried because he missed david and sarah. he cried because he wasn't sure if he was ever going to get out of this place. more than anything, though, he cried for his family; for michael and for his mom.

[witawwy-ponyboy-curtis]

I am genuinely so close to rewriting newsies guys. The Broadway show that is. I don't wanna hear anybody complain about Katherine being underdeveloped when literally EVERY. SINGLE. CHARACTER. IS UNDERDEVELOPED. IT'S A 2 HOUR MUSICAL I KNOW, BUT JESUS CHRIST. so I'm gonna list off things I'd add/remove/fix if I did rewrite it

Cowboy jack

I really liked the UK sets and the UK costumes so.... *snatch*

Polio definitely impacts Crutchie more because let's be honest, we all know he probably wouldn't make it past like, 23

I think the opening scene could definitely just be like Crutchie being anxious and Jack helping to ground Crutchie and at the end of Santa Fe (Prologue) instead of saying like, "Time for dreamin's done." I'd rather him say something like, "If you need me today don't hesitate to get me." I'M SORRY IF THIS SEEMS DRAMATIC I LOVE CRUTCHIE AND I FEEL BAD FOR HIM

Carrying the Banner stays relatively the same, but "Go get 'em cowboy!" Gets added back in

I don't like Katherine as Pulitzer's daughter. I don't. I LOVE Katherine, but I hate the "Oh I'm the daughter of your rival and I'm in love with you!" THIS ISN'T ROMEO AND JULIET GET OUT. sorry guys 😇 but still. And the fact Katherine is based off of Pulitzer's daughter that died as a baby also really rubs me the wrong way so instead of her being Pulitzer's daughter, I think it'd be cool if she came from a middle class family. I will expand on this later on in the post but bare with me here

Katherine's an alto.

Contralto to Alto depending on who's playing her but yeah

Alto supremacy

SARAH EXISTS!!!!!!! SARAH ILY COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU!!!!!! I think it'd be cute where in some scenes she's seen fixing Les and Davey's clothes. She should get a solo and Davey should too (except I can't write music)

Sarah would he a mezzo soprano or soprano

I really liked Davey's character in the 1992 movie more than I did the Broadway show if I'm being honest...... So... *snatch*

Now I know it'd make more sense to combine Katherine and Sarah into one character, but I wanna see Katherine and Sarah interact because yk they're both girls in the 1800s surrounded by a group of guys who probably smell like a cow pasture and I also like the idea of Sarah standing up for Katherine when Jack's like, "Shouldn't you be at the ballet?"

Hear me out on this guys please

FEMALE SPOT CONLON

In act two when Jack's like hiding out, I want Davey to talk abt being impacted by being poor as well and then Jack starts being really hypocritical and then he gets called out. (Preferably by Sarah)

The scene where Pulitzer is talking to Jack and then reveals Katherine is his daughter wouldn't work that way if Katherine wasn't his daughter, so instead I think it'd be neat if he was offering her a job for like, yk, a bit of money and she doesn't wanna accept it because she's working with the newsies and she feels it's more important to help them than it is to take the job but Jack walks in and Pulitzer hands Katherine the money and is like "omg thank you for taking the offer that was so sweet of you!!!!! 😇" and jacks like, "bro wtf I thought you were helping us out" and Katherine is forcefully escorted out of his office so she doesn't have a chance to explain

On the rooftop scene when they're arguing, instead of Katherine immediately kissing Jack, I want her to see him crying or something of the likes so she just hugs him because, c'mon. He needs it. And then Something to Believe In is the same except they don't kiss, not yet at least. (Sorry to all you newsbian shippers and javey shippers)

Uhmmm

I can't think of more rn but uhh Jack and Medda content

We get more of it 💪

Girlsies make a come back please and thank you

And I don't mind them being in traditionally masculine clothes, but I also want some girlsies to be in historically accurate girlsie clothes

Plus the show will be longer so there'll be time to go into multiple characters and actually like pick them a part a little bit

That's all I can think of for now um yeah you can add to this if you'd like and if I can think of anything more I'll add to it so yeah please don't dox me for my ideas 😇

[letsraisealittlehelltrds]

Carrying the banner tough and tall!

Newsies (1992)

I love this movie sm :(

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[papes-and-capes]

At the lodging house, the newsies have a system—each of them cuts a small slit in the side of their mattress to stash away their few prized possessions. They may spend most of their time swiping and hiding each other’s stuff just for the fun of it, but there’s an unspoken rule: if it’s tucked away in a mattress, it’s off-limits. That’s where Jack keeps Michael’s bandana on the rare occasions he’s seen without it, safely hidden away. Everyone knows better than to mess with it—some things just aren’t for playing around.

I’d love to hear some interaction if you have ideas for what your favorite Newsies keeps in his bed!

Masterlist

[theres-no-escaping-us-pal]

hehe look at what my mom sent me

[lighten-up-no-one-died]

Something that lives in my mind rent free.

What if the 17 year old Jack doesn’t love Santa Fe as much as he used to anymore? Sure, he thinks about it and has fantasies about it… but it’s more of a like, “I have to go to Santa Fe because this is my persistence for it. I need to go there because I need to fulfill my own dreams for my younger self.”

[crystaltreebee]

And so the Strike begins

“I think we’ll win this fight all right. I ain’t made 20 cents this week, but I can stand a heap of that and so can all the Brooklyn boys. Don’t you touch Worlds or Journals until they give us a decent deal. We’re putting them out of business fast and they know it.” -Race Track Higgins at the Strikers Rally, July 24 1899

Today 125 years ago the Newsboy Strike in New York began.

Prominent leaders include

Race Track Higgins leader of the Brooklyn boys, who spoke commonly in horse and race metaphors,

Louis ‘Kid Blink’ Balletti, an 18 year old Italian American who was later accused of scabbing (he wrote a Newboy poem because of this),

David Simmons, a 21 year old who’d been selling papers since age 8 who stepped down as union president after being accused of betraying the strike,

Morris Cohen, little is known but he stepped up after Kid Blink and David Simmons were accused of scabbing,

Henry Butler, leader of the upper manhattan Newsies after Kid Blink, was arrested for blackmail for telling executives at New York World he wouldn’t stop the strike for anything less than $600

Annie Kelly, one of the few Newgirls loyal to the strike, she spoke at the rally after being pulled on stage by other newsboys.

[tunacowboy]

with a name like frank sullivan i’d change my name too

[troyssix]

SEIZE THE DAY GETS ME EVERY TIME

I AM NOT ASHAMED.

"behold the brave battalion, that stands side by siiiiide

tooooo few in number, and too proud to hide.

and SAYYY to the othersss

who did not followwww through

*sobbing loudly* you're still our brotherss

AND WE WILL FIGHT FOR YOUUUU"

IT'S A TEAR JERKER

NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I WATCH NEWSIES

it just

IT HAS A VERY SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART 💙💙💙

[youaintnothinbuta]

hiii! could u pretty pls do a jack kelly x reader with the reader secretly being pulitzers daughter? (kinda like katherine’s storyline lol) :))

"So we wasn’t too good to be true?" — jack kelly x reader

Summary: Jack finds out the hard way that you’re Pulitzer’s daughter and he’s not happy about it. But, after forcing him to listen to you, you show him that he can trust you.

Pairing: jack Kelly x pulitzersdaughter!reader

Word count: 1,000

Warnings: Fluff with a bita arguing! Sry if there’s typos <3

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It was late and cold, Jack was hurting and angry. He’d gone back to the newsies from Pulitzer’s office, trying to disband the strike. The boys didn’t take this well, yelling and shouting at him like they hadn’t been friends for most of their lives. He stormed around on his rooftop, kicking and punching the railings, his breathing ragged as his body tried to keep warm in the cold air, and his brain tried to fight off the emotions that were becoming all too much for him to contain. The newsies, however, weren’t even the half of what was working him up so much. No, it was you. He was furious and sad.

While in Pulitzer’s office, he noticed the stamp patterned over all the documents spread all over his desk. Jack could barely remember what Pulitzer said to him. His head hurt, his brain felt like lead. That stamp had the same emblem as the one in your necklace, the one you’d told him was a family crest.

He wasn’t exactly being quiet up there, the echo of metal ringing and his angry cries made it pretty easy for you to find him.

“Jack,” you spoke his name as you climbed up the ladder to meet him.

Jack took a sharp breath in, “you shouldn’t be here.”

“What? Jack, we’re worried ab—“

“You’re worried, huh? Yeah, right.” Jack’s voice was raw with emotion, his words tinged with bitterness as he cut you off.

You frowned, confusion knitting your brows together as you approached him cautiously. “What are you talking about, Jack? What’s going on?”

He turned away from you, unable to meet your gaze as he wrestled with the truth threatening to spill from his lips. “I knew it was too good to be true,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper, “I saw your matching family crest with Pulitzer. Nice surprise, really. I mean, how long did you think you could lie for?”

You froze, your heart skipping a beat as his words sunk in. “Jack, I…”

He spun around to face you, his eyes filled with a tumult of emotions – anger, sadness, confusion. “You lied to me, a-and every other newsie” he accused, his voice cracking.

Tears welled in your eyes as you reached out to him, but he recoiled, pulling away from you. “Jack, please, let me explain—”

But he shook his head, his jaw clenched with determination. “I don’t want to hear it,” he spat, his words laced with hurt.

“Jack, I’m not my father.”

“No.”

“Jack-“

“I—I’m not an idiot. I shoulda known,” he groaned, “girls like you don’t wind up with guys like me. Just piss off.”

With that, he turned away from you, his shoulders hunched against the biting wind as he retreated into the darkness of the rooftop.

You weren’t about to let him do that.

“No Jack,” you gripped the back of his shirt, pulling it to turn him to face you. Before he had the opportunity to turn back around, you gripped the collar of his shirt in both hands, forcing him to look at you.

“I am not my father. I am on your side, Jack. YOUR SIDE. I didn’t tell you he was my father because I knew you’d immediately disregard me.” You stated, not once letting your eye contact be broken.

Jack's gaze softened as he looked into your eyes, the intensity of your close proximity playing with his head. He swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion as he struggled to find the right words to say.

You could see the conflict playing out in his eyes, the battle between his wounded pride and the sliver of hope he still had left. And then, without a word, you released your grip on his shirt and took a step back, your own emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

You gripped at your necklace. With one hard yank, you pulled it off your neck, snapping the clasp. He watched as you leant over the railing, tossing it as far into the night as you could. Turning away from him, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you knew would come next – rejection, dismissal, the final nail in the coffin of what could have been.

But then, just as you began to descend the ladder, his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Y/N."

You paused, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned to look at him from the ladder.

"So we wasn’t too good to be true?" he asked, his voice soft yet filled with uncertainty.

You hesitated for a moment, your mind racing with a thousand thoughts of what to say. And then, summoning every ounce of courage you had left, you climbed back up the ladder and leaned against the railing, meeting his gaze head-on.

"Why don't you kiss me and find out," you challenged, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jack scoffed and shook his head. But as he looked into your eyes, he realized there was no jest in your expression, only a fierce determination and a vulnerability that mirrored his own.

“Wait, you’re serious?” he asked, his voice tinged with astonishment, his accent thick with disbelief.

You didn’t say anything, your gaze never leaving his as you held his stare, your heart pounding in anticipation.

And then, without another word, Jack closed the distance between you, his hands cupping your face as he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that was both tender and passionate.

In that moment, everything else faded away – the cold, his anger, his hurt, your fears, the weight of the world on your shoulders. There was only Jack, only the warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips, and the overwhelming rush of emotions that came with him. Good ones.

There was a hunger in the way he kissed you, as if he was trying to convey all the emotions he couldn’t put into words. You pulled away, the soft smacking sound of your lips parting from his broke the silence.

“I am Y/N Pulitzer, Jack Kelly. Or should I say, Francis Sullivan.” You teased.

“You know?” His eyes widened, wondering how on earth you found out his birth name.

You shrugged, “We’re even now,” and extended your hand for him to shake.

“Nah,” he pushed your hand away, back down by your side, “I’d rather kiss.”

He smiled, pulling your body into his until your lips met again.

[anxiousbrazilianstuff]

I love when people have hcs of the Newsies characters not being American, or include the fact that they are immigrants in fics

Yes, pls give me Italian Race

Give me Brazilian Albert

Give me Latino Jack and Spot

Give me Hungarian Katherine

Give me Polish Davey

I'LL HEAR YOU OUT‼️😼

The only one I didn't see having to be an immigrant is Crutchie 😿 but if you think of him as having another nationality, TELL ME!!😺

[sarahjacobskelly]

okay hear me out.

"Jack Kelly" isn't Jack's actual legal name, so Sarah can't actually take the name "Kelly" if they married. Jack wants nothing to do with "Sullivan" and so instead of Sarah being "Sarah Sullivan," Jack becomes "Jack Jacobs" and he is officially adopted so to speak into his surrogate family

Okay… hear me out.

Though I don’t normally view it this way… HECK YES THIS WOULD BE ADORABLE!!!! Like come on! How perfect. I mean he had already become a part of the family the moment he walked through the home of the Jacobs apartment in all but name!

[witawwy-ponyboy-curtis]

How I feel being in the newsies fandom as a Jatherine shipper

[chaosfairy18]

Newsiestober Day 25: Jack-o-lantern

Behold, 92sies Jack: Pumpkin edition

this took me not a lot of time and I'm glad for it bc 3 drawings in a row is a lot. But it's still cute :)

Jack made this little guy and just wistfully looked at him while probably humming Santa Fe

prompt list by @newsiestober2024

[yosefinthetrenches]

"The first night back in the refuge, Jack had the worst nightmare since his brother died. He woke up breathing too heavy, too shallow, too fast, and much too loud. He shot up in his bed, and the room felt all too tight and all too cold. He ripped his bandana out from under his pillow, held it to his chest, and tried to stop himself from sobbing as flash after flash of Michael and Michael and Michael hit him like gunshots. His little body, all red and battered in Jack's shaking arms. For the first time in years, Jack started to cry."

from my tiktok caption (with small changes but it's the same thing)