#I actually love newsies

[uselesssunshine]

[jackmkelly]

when i say i love racetrack higgins i do not mean whatever the fandom did to him over the years. i mean the racetrack higgins who was abandoned at 2 years old. i mean the racetrack higgins with a serious fear of abandonment because of that (spoiler alert a best friend who constantly says he wants to leave for santa fe isnt good for him). i mean the racetrack higgins who is quick with a joke because he feels he has to be. i mean the racetrack higgins who tries to mimic jack and be a good leader for those kids when he can be. i mean the racetrack higgins who is trying his hardest to sound smart. i mean the racetrack higgins who gambles because he knows hes good at it and to him at least hes good at something. i mean racetrack higgins who smokes because it calms him down. i mean racetrack higgins the little tough guy.

[racetrackmybeloved]

i adore how quick the boys are to help crutchie when he needs it. no discussion, no pity, just support.

when morris pushes him over, it isn't jack (who is right there) who helps him up, neither is it race nor romeo, who we saw him interact with earlier in the song. it's albert who helps him up, and it's albert who carries him until he gets his crutch back. did they have a system? was it albert's job to carry crutchie when needed? was it because they're close friends, and we just never get to see it again? or was it that any of the newsies would have done it, but albert happened to be the closest?

when the nuns hand out food, kid blink and smalls don't hesitate before hoisting him onto their shoulders. jack and specs both place their hands on his back to ensure that he doesn't fall backwards. it's so smooth, so natural, like they've done it a million times before.

and note: i don't think crutchie interacts with any of those characters (albert, kid blink, smalls) at any other moment in the musical.

conclusion: crutchie is so so loved.

[theres-no-escaping-us-pal]

date idea: we watch newsies and you listen to me talk about my little gay newsboys

date idea: we watch wss and you listen to me talk about my little gangster boys

date idea: we dress up as newsies and preform in synch with the show

[cosmicwolfboy]

“dumb crip’s just too damn slow” not matthew’s crutchie. NEVER matthews’s crutchie. he was barrelling across the stage with purpose at all times. he could fucking MOVE. he did NOT come to fuck around he came to be speedy as shit and i love him so dearly

[chaosfairy18]

Of little rainbows

Swifty had thought he’d be into the pastel pink hair for longer, he had to admit. Okay, it was half a year now, but it had been a long thought over decision and now it was only a few months until he looked at the next colours and thought ‘I need that right now’.

And it would have been way more tedious if he didn’t have a boyfriend that was good with dying his hair and that cost a lot less than going to the hairdresser.

“Bum.”, he whined, sitting next to Bumlets on the couch. “Can you dye my hair? I have a vision.”

Bumlets raised an eyebrow, knowing very well what Swifty’s visions could look like. “Depends. Can you show me?”

Oh how he loved that Bumlets at least considered every idea he had, thinking it over if he could do it or not and not instantly saying yes or no, but really thinking about it. Swifty pulled out the reference he’d found, hair similar length to his and hair divided into pastel pink colours evenly, looking beautiful.

Bumlets took his time mulling it over, considering what he could do an couldn’t. “I think I could try. I’m not sure if I’d be able to do it that perfectly, but-“

Swifty didn’t even let him finish the sentence, already hugging him close. “Thank you, Dom.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

So here they were, a few weeks later, all the supplies in nice rows standing on their bathroom cabinet, Bumlets sitting on the closed toilet seat for the moment but ready to move everywhere around Swifty who sat in the middle of the room on a chair, ordered to keep his head straight as Bumlets worked the bleach into the roots showing under the bubble-gum pink hair.

Skittery was in the room too, not wanting to separate from his boyfriends for as long as this took. For the first half hour, he was even well-behaved, letting Bumlets apply all the bleach and talking with them while they were waiting for it to work and then wash it out. It was then, when Bumlets carefully started with the first colours, that he cuddled up to his side, sitting on the floor, playing with his hand whenever he wasn’t using it to fold tinfoil up or hold strands of Swifty’s hair up.

With a sigh, Bumlets stopped and looked down at his second boyfriend, who was obviously very aware he was being a bit of a nuisance with his actions, as evident by the big brown puppy eyes he was attempting to give him. “I need both of my hands, doll, I need to make Swifty pretty.”

“As if I’m not all the time.”, Swifty interjected, moving his head to the side.

“Stay still.”

Skittery didn’t apologize, but he did go to Swifty instead, sitting next to him and leaning his head on one of his legs, prompting him to card his fingers through his hair.

Driven by mischief, Swifty scratched him behind his ears and cooed: “Aren’t you a cuddly kitty today?”

Almost instantly, Skittery distanced himself from both of them, almost at the door. “I’m not a cat-“

“Could have fooled me, angel.”, murmured Bumlets, trying to work in peace.

“There’s a reason Tumbler named your cat after you, all these years ago.”

Skittery crossed his arms and huffed, looking even more like an annoyed cat. “Leave Skittles out of this.”

“I have so many pics of you two looking exactly the same, you can’t deny-“ Swifty turned his head to look at Skittery better, and Bumlets grabbed his chin with a tut.

“I said don’t move your head.”

“It’s Skitt’s-“

“No-“

“I don’t care who’s fault it is, just sit still, please.”

Swifty sat straight again, chin up, and just moved his hands in Skittery’s direction, flexing his fingers. “I can still scratch your head. Come here, kitty kitty.”, he teased, very mindful of keeping his head where Bumlets could properly work with it.

As he knew his boyfriend well, he had expected, that it would only take a few seconds of pretending he didn’t want it until Skittery was leaning against his leg again, closing his eyes and letting his head be pat. This time he didn’t tease him, enjoying the motions too much, and especially enjoying that he got to see Skittery almost melt against him, eyes closed and breathing getting shallower as Bumlets circled around Swifty, applying the dye everywhere he needed to.

It was almost meditating, just petting his one boyfriend’s hair while the other put all his planning into a wish Swifty had asked him for weeks ago, going about it with absolute precision.

“I think I’m finished.”, Bumlets whispered to him after a long while, Skittery seeming almost asleep in his lap by now. “Wait a few more minutes and then wash it out, I already got it done a bit ago and checked if it looked right. We can only really see, after you wash it out.”

Swifty nodded. “Thank you. Always fulfilling my every wish like a true Prince Charming.” He meant it, too. Maybe he was very spoiled, getting every need fulfilled after just asking, but he loved knowing that it was treated as more than just empty words but instead carefully considered.

Sitting down in front of him again, Bumlets kissed his cheek and forehead. “Then I hope you’ll be happy by what I did, my Princess.”

More time passed in relaxed silence, but eventually, Swifty had to separate the dozing Skittery from his legs so he could wash out the dye – even if standing up while a cat was sleeping on you was a crime punishable by death, of course.

“Skitts, I need to stand up.”, he whispered, softly lifting his head, Bumlets taking it as he sat next to Skittery instead, calming him as his face scrunched up, head probably slushy from dozing off.

“It’s okay, doll, you can keep sleeping soon, we’ll just finish Swifty’s hair.” He scratched behind Skittery’s ear, taking over the duty of patting their boyfriend while Swifty ran water over his head in the bathtub.

“Don’… feels…”

“Good?”

Skittery hummed as affirmation.

Bumlets could only smile, loving to see it when Skittery was completely relaxed, not worrying about anything, anxiety eating at him, just relaxed and a bit loopy, making him feel happy to be one of the causes for it. Skittery deserved the rest, the rest of his thoughts going everywhere and nowhere, the rest of feeling restless and a slight constant panic at the back of his mind. “We can all cuddle after, hm? That sound good?”

Humming again, Skittery turned his head further into Bumlets’ neck, nuzzling into him. He took that as a yes.

Skittery is shaken awake again with a kiss on the corner of his mouth and Bumlets gently prying his head off his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I just need to help Swifty with washing and drying, I’ll be back soon.”, he promised, and Skittery rested his chin on his knees, watching the two. He didn’t quite feel awake, but everything was slowly coming back in, especially the thoughts of how glad he was to have them.

Swifty’s hair already looked gorgeous, as Bumlets towelled it off for him, then blow-drying it to give it some more volume, but the colours shone even brighter, as the hair was dry.

The only thing he could tell Swifty, when he came over afterwards, was: “You’re beautiful.”

It made his partner giggle and blush a bit, pulling him up by his arm to stand. “Thank you. Now let’s get to the living room, I heard you wanted to cuddle.”

Skittery let himself be pulled, still feeling tired, and knowing how fast he’d probably fall asleep with a blanket, a show, and their couch.

As he cleaned everything up, it took a few minutes for Bumlets to join them, and he kissed both their heads before sitting down next to Skittery, cuddling into the blanket as well. “Love my kitty and my rainbow.”, he gushes, teasing glint in his eyes.

“Love y’ too. Too sweet to me. ‘n Vin’s too pretty.”, slurred Skittery, already half asleep again.

“And I love you too. Though I think it’s Alejandro who’s too handsome.”

“I don’t hear you complaining.”

They cuddled the rest of the afternoon, drifting in and out of sleep as a series played on their TV, taking all the time in the world to be with who they loved and cherished the most.

[saysflora]

Even the great Jack Kelly isn't immune to sickness every once in a while, no matter what he likes to say. This time around, though, he'd made the rookie mistake of fainting in front of David, and is suffering the consequences by being held captive in the Jacobs' apartment until they deem him better.

Actually, it might not be all that bad.

OR: Jack gets sick and recovers in the Jacobs' apartment, with no small amount of tomfoolery.

[scootersscooter]

Let it be known that if 92sies Medda has no fans I am dead.

[the-mossy-rock]

GUYS I JUST GOT BACK HOME FROM NEWSIES REHEARSAL AND IM STUCK IN THE VOICE WHAT DO I DO 😭

[i-aint-got-santa-fe]

We have to seize the day

By carrying the banner

So the world will know

We have something to believe in

So don't come a knocking on my door

Just watch what happens

Because that's the bottom line

:3

[fangirlhehe]

So, I’m on the phone with @ey-theys-was-coronas and I just need you to know that I just had a crashout and started crying over Blush.

Like the newsies ship.

[knockoff-conlon]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

"so." she has a grin on her face. she looks anything but happy. "i've been hearin' things, jackie boy. you 'hattan boys are playin' like you're going on a strike."

"well, we ain't playin'," jack mutters. "we are goin' on strike." davey watches the way spot's jaw sets. "and we- the two o' us came t'ask for your help, spot."

"my help?" she says quietly. it makes his skin itch, the way spot's looking at jack. she sets her chin on her cane and stares.

"we 'hattan boys ain't enough by ourselves. we need you guys. we- you brooklyn kids- y'know?"

"and davey?" spot asks, in a tone that gives off anger. "what d'you have to say?"

"um. well, you- you're the key for our strike. the most powerful borough, most feared newsies. we need you guys or we just don't have enough power. you're-"

"you want us to join?" spot interrupts. jack nods as she shoves herself off of her throne. "are you fucking kiddin' me?" jack swallows.

"spot, pulitzer can't treat us like we is nothin'."

"yeah?" she shoves him back. "your new kid teach you that?" she shoves him again and he stumbles back a little. davey grabs his sleeve and she glares at him. "listen up, kelly. your boys in 'hattan ain't nothin' like me- they got some power i ain't ever gonna get! look around- how many girls do ya see?"

"spot-" jack glances away from her glare so she grabs his hair and yanks him down to her level.

"i said fuckin' look around, kelly. these girls need my protection. they need the money. they don't got your boys' safety. i ain't puttin' them in any danger." she lets go of his hair. "what happens when your boys give up?"

"give up?" davey repeats. he jumps forward to say something but her cane stops him. "we- we won't give up."

"yeah, you say that," she bites out. "until i know that, we ain't doin' anything. i ain't puttin' none of my girls through that!"

"spot-" jack tries.

"no. show me you ain't givin' up and we can talk. till then, hotshot and stray can take ya back." she sits in her throne, gestures for hotshot and stray. hotshot shows up, a big grin on her face. stray pops up behind him, bouncing on her toes.

"well, aintcha a pretty one?" stray loops her arm through davey's and starts to pull him along. "i dunno what you was talkin' to spot about but she ain't lookin' so happy, huh?" jack and hotshot trail behind them. "i heard somethin' 'bout a strike."

"nothing important now. she said no."

"eh, spottie ain't up for a good time like the rest of us," stray mutters. she bounces up and down as they walk. she salutes another girl they pass on the street. davey hears jack and hotshot talking with each other behind them. "whatcha want her to do? go on strike?"

"pulitzer raised the price of papes. manhattan is striking."

"ooh!" she grins. "sounds like a good time if i ever heard one. maybe i'll sneak on down. just to see ya," she adds quietly. davey smiles down at her. "i'll talk to spot for ya."

"will she change her mind?"

"she never does, not about important things. sorry, love." davey looks down. she stops at the edge of the bridge. "good luck on your strike."

[jackmkelly]

i have something to say about jack being touched

[racetrackmybeloved]

obviously these boys are dancers but they are SUCH DANCERS MAN. like does any normal person actually kneel like this i love them.

like LOOK at finch in the top right corner and that freaking 90 degree angle. it is SO unnatural do it do it now. i tried and my hip crunched like bubble wrap

[frogmanfae]

I don't talk about Elmer Kasprzak nearly enough on here when my keyboard literally auto suggests his name as the next words whenever I type "I love"

[enter-drfrog]

Sometimes I rewatch the Tuck Everlasting musical just to feel something. Everyone who enjoys musical theatre should be required to watch it at least once