#I would die for newsies

[ivys-head-is-spinning]

Top five favorite musicals?

Oh shit okay I have a lot. I don’t have like a specific top 5 it literally changes depending on the second so generally it’s something similar to

Newsies (this never changes. Duh)

Hamilton

Rent

Hadestown

Anastasia

Honourable mentions to Wicked, Dear Evan Hansen and little shop of horrors.

Thanks for the question!!

[kitswritingantics]

Pleeeeease newsies fantasy AU I beggggg

HEHEHAHAHAHAHH I'VE BEEN WAITING MY ENTIRE LIFE TO YAP ABOUT THIS

now just hear me out. think of like. super mario. evil king (pulitzer) has princess katherine locked away. prince jack (forced to marry her in like a month) has to go save her, don't wanna, blah blah blah. get's sent with his servant/partner in crime/best friend charlie (aka crutchie) and knight david. (they're gay. in case you can't tell. i'm a javid truther but i can also be a jatherine truther. jack has two hands.)

on the way the goobers find travelling minstrels (race and spot), bounty hunters/thieves (buttons, finch, and elmer. the guys ever), and all of them tag along to help them fight the king and his dragon (the dragon's probaby snyder now that i think really deeply about it. that's honestly so funny). also more homosexuality, elmer's down BAD for charlie who's an oblivious (and equally down bad) little loser.

you know the drill, fairy tales have happy endings, they save princess katherine and jack decides "hey! i don't wanna marry her!" and goes and kisses davey instead. davey sets up kath with his older sister sarah and they fall in love. charlie and elmer are really bashful and adorable i'm obsessed with them. also LESBIAN SPRACE. BECAUSE I CAN.

anyways there's my yap hope you enjoy!!! i might end up writing this later only time will tell!!

[make-friends-with-the-rats]

If Itey has no fans I am dead.

[i-didnt-do-1t]

I just think that Oscar getting hit with his own brass knuckles

Cw: violence, emetophobia, blood

Oscar should’ve trusted his gut. It was a skill he’d honed over the years and he should’ve fucked trusted it when he felt like someone was looking over his shoulder, when he swore he could feel eyes on the back of his head.

But he didn’t; instead he took another right turn down an alley, one that brought him one street closer to home so he could finally collapse and sleep, it had been almost 24 hours since his head hit the pillow and he could feel it in the ache in his bones and the cotton wool in his head.

He wasn’t expecting a hand to catch him by the collar, pulling his shirt tight and abrupt around his throat, wasn’t expecting to be slammed up against the wall so hard his skull cracked against it.

His sight came back in increments, blurry and disoriented and dark at the edges.

“Ain’t often you see a Delancey on his own.”

He recognised the voice, knew that he did, but was more focused on blinking hard enough that he didn’t pass out, with the wave of dizziness that crashed over him despite his attempts to grab the wrist of whoever was holding him, a tight grip on the front of his shirt, knuckles digging into his sternum and keeping pinned to wall; he knew even if he did pass out he wouldn’t fall yet.

He blinked again, eyes squeezed tightly shut- soemthing was buzzing, high pitched and loud and constant- but it didn’t make the face in front of him look any less muffled.

“Fuck,” the word was pulled out of him, rough and wheezed and he felt something drip down the back of his neck, a low ache radiated around his skull.

“Shut up,” the voice hissed and fuck it was familiar, but enough to make him act, enough that he tried to move his arm, to shove his hand into his pocket for something, anything-

for the first time in a long time, disoriented and exhausted (and he swore the street was spinning) he wasn’t fast enough.

Another hand, one that didn’t belong to whoever was pinning him, caught his wrist, pressed it back against the brick, scraping it along the rough surface as he twisted it up, holding it in place, holding him in place.

He wondered briefly, if this was what the crucifixion felt like.

He tasted blood as he bit his tongue, an attempt to try and ground himself, an attempt to stop himself from slipping up. He wouldn’t make a sound, wouldn’t give them the satisfaction-

Then there was a hand inside his jacket, routing in his inside pockets.

“Get the fuck off-“

The fist moved from his collar to his throat, pressing against his adam’s apple till his breath hitched and he could feel his pulse in his throat.

“Told you to shut the fuck up.”

The hand didn’t belong to his da. He knew that. The voice wasn’t the same. But the calluses pressing to his neck felt just as rough, the hate felt as visceral, and he wasn’t fucking afraid, he wasn’t, but he could feel his heart beat like a jackhammer against his ribs.

The hand pulled out from his inner pocket.

His jacket felt lighter.

He knew exactly what they’d found and it was in time with the second wave of lightheadedness, the panic of a lack of oxygen and the near inability to thrash, black spotting at the edges of his vision.

He felt 6 and 8 and 14 all at once.

A hand around his neck familiar in the way the taste of blood was.

Familiar in the way the punch to the gut that brought him to his knees was; his wrist still pinned to the brick behind him, twisting and cracking so violently he tasted vomit in the back of throat as something sharp shot up his arm, a breathless catch in his throat, a gasp that sounded like a wheeze.

He coughed, something that tore through his throat now the hand was gone, wet and acidic like bile, inhaling deeply despite the ache where the knuckles had pressed against his sternum, he could feel the bruises forming, the same as the finger prints he knew must be pressed into throat.

His knees ground against the cobbled pavement as he tried to move, to do something- stopped abruptly by a hand fisting in his hair to yank his head back, the shards of glass that littered the pavement digging into his shins.

“Pretty boy don’t seem so confident no more.”

“Fuck you-“

The words sounded like they were underwater and the fist tightened. He couldn’t stop the pained sound that escaped him as his neck was twisted, head forced back.

He couldn’t move. Held in place.

His bad wrist ached, practically unresponsive, and at an angle he knew it shouldn’t be sitting.

His throat burned.

His gaze still a mixture of blurrs and black spots

He swore the back of his head felt wet. Swore his collar was sticking to him with something wet and sticky and warm.

And Oscar was familiar with pain, familiar with being on both ends of it, but this was something old, something that felt like a childhood he had tried so hard to claw back control from.

He wasn’t meant to be the one of his knees. Wasn’t meant to be the one tasting blood and bile while glass dug into him, while a hand twisted in his hair.

The fist in his hair was matched with fingernails digging into his jaw. He thrashed, the hand moved from his jaw to his throat again, tight enough that he almost gagged but couldn’t swallow, body jerking as he coughed silently.

He could just about make out the glint of his brass knuckles on someone else.

“Hold ‘im still,” The voice hissed and the grip tightened.

Oscar couldn’t breathe.

The brass knuckles connected with his cheek and he swore he felt someone crack. Felt the lighting of pain that shot across his face, that burned red hot and broke skin- he could feel the warm wet of blood down his chin, blinking only to see black when he opened his eyes again.

The second hit landed just as hard, jerked him to the side as much as it could with the hand pulling on his hair so tightly he could feel the sting, the only thing holding him up. A puppet on strings.

A punching bag.

He swore he could hear the animals of the farm again. Morris’s crying and ma’s screaming-

The third hit they let go off him, shoving his body to the side in time with the hit so his shoulder scraped against the shattered glass and loose stone covered cobblestones.

.

.

.

The pain in his jaw radiated as his body convulsed while he vomited onto the street. His elbow pressed against the pavement to hold himself up as he almost passed out from the wave of pain the shot through his face at the wretching, jaw opening at all being too wide for his fractured cheek.

At least he assumed it was, it had to be for how much it hurt, for how loud the crack the reverberated through his skull was.

His arm was kicked out from under him, he couldn’t put down his other to hold himself up, wouldn’t have been fast enough even if his wrist wasn’t twisted out of place and so sore it made his hearing muffled when it hit against the ground regardless as his body slumped against it.

The brass knuckles were tossed a couple feet away, coated in blood and bouncing once against the cobble, the sound of metal on stone feeling like another hit with the way the sound tore through the ringing in his skull.

A mouthful of spit sprayed against his shoulder.

The footsteps got quieter as they walked away,

.

He couldn’t think.

.

Couldn’t move.

He hoped Morris would find him.

[kellyscowboy]

jack cowboy kelly & deadwood david jacobs are celebrating this fourth of july by making out under every american flag they see as if it was a mistletoe

[mostlybroadway]

racetrack higgins’s first love was robin hood.

a child of ten couldn’t help but be enamored by the hooded vigilante, stealing from the rich to give to the less fortunate. race himself was one of the less fortunate: his mother had died while having him and his father wanted little to do with him. like robin hood, race decided to make a life for himself with his friends. he just needed friends.

and then came racetrack higgins’s second love: spot conlon

she and race did everything together. when race happened upon the brooklyn newsies on a regular trip to the sheepshead, he was instantly enamored. finally, newsboys—news girls—who were just like him. or how he used to be.

spot and race were partners in crime. they sold together, ate together, and lived together in the small brooklyn boarding house. as they reached eleven, twelve, thirteen, they started to do more. they saw others kissing and wanted to try for themselves. their hugs lingered a little longer, their hands brushing against each other suddenly meant a little more. race had found his maid marian. and spot thought she had found hers, too.

racetrack higgins’s third love was jack kelly.

race had seen jack around. he made his way through lower manhattan now and again, seeing how the boys sold compared to the brooklyn girls. they needed some pointers, surely, but they were good company. they always wanted to play games with race if he asked them to. race wanted to spend the most time with jack, though. the newly appointed leader, the cowboy. race was happy with spot, and kissing spot, and loving spot, but his love of jack kelly was something entirely new.

race caught himself looking at jack’s chest and wishing his own vest and shirt sat flat against his breasts. race looked at how jack carried himself—so tall, so manly—and race wanted it too. race needed it.

when race told spot he was leaving to join the lower manhattan boys, she was not happy. she swore at him, she threw a few good shoves at him, but he remained strong. he still loved her. he figured he probably would always love her. but she loved someone that no longer existed.

racetrack higgins’s fourth love, albert dasilva, took him entirely by surprise.

albert welcomed race in immediately, just as spot had all those years before. but something about albert was different. while spot was loud and domineering, albert let race take charge. albert listened. albert was soft, and caring, and had that red hair that could make anyone fall at his feet.

albert dasilva helped racetrack higgins accept who he was. he helped him bind correctly. he made sure the other boys respected race’s privacy while changing. and he loved race no matter who he was.

and that made all the difference.

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

racetrack higgins is a 2000's music girlie actually

[bigmack2go]

Ginger characters are cat people.

Peter shaw? Cat guy. Motherfucker has 27 cats and 8 additional ones that aren’t his but somehow live at his place. (His first cat is named zooma. Idk but i just wanted to inform everyone of that fact)

Lily evans? Cat. Girl.

Albert da silva? Now if that man isnt a cat person idk what he is!

Grace augustine??? If she was a villain she’d turn in her chair and guess what would be in her lab? A fucking cat. She loves cats. She took a cat to pandora i have now decided. And even in cannon i just know that she would have if she could have.

Nina zenik? Queen fucking lives for cats and i will hit u and sell u to a salvor if you disagree.

Even fucking strawberry shortcake is a cat person and u can’t convince me otherwise

Hinata???? Loves cats. Fuck u

Natasha romanov? is the most cat person ive ever seen! She’ll bee all like bad bitch and tough but u hand her a cat and she wilk get worse than a fucking third grader IM TELLING U

Fundy? I mean come on he’s literally a fox! Ofc he loves cats! And so does sally!

Max motherfucking mayfield? She used to hate cats then she accidentally rescued one and it wouldn’t stop following her after that and thats when she started KINDA liking them but within three days the cat had her whole heart and was the only reason for her to keep living

Peter. Pan. ? Hates dogs that’s for sure

The little screaming kid from the beginning of newsies? Nah that guy has begged his dad for two cats SO much that he actually got them and against all odds he actually cared for them.

Neil j?? Biggest cat lover!

Annaliese from half bad a d o r e s cats?!!!

[aceofspades-sml]

Manifesting for this to happen

[b-rainlet]

Me, yesterday: Yeah, idk, Newsies didn't get me as mucn as other Musicals

Me, today: It's a fine life, carrying the banner through it all~

[3ndder]

Im Christian now

[kitswritingantics]

binch headcanons for the soul 😔🙏🙏

HEHEHAHAH YES I LOVE RAMBLING ABOUT MY SILLIES

buttons is part of the tall bottoms agenda (someone said this awhile ago and i have not been able to get it out of my head)

the amount of "i love you more" fights these bitches have is insane

buttons' big love language is physical touch, finch's is acts of service

finch was the one who proposed in the modern/hs au

buttons got him and finch promise rings in the canon au

finch is terrified of the ocean. like deep water he can't see? nuh-uh.

buttons doesn't like driving so he lets finch handle it (passenger princess buttons my beloved)

finch can not cook to save his life. like he can make a pot of annie's mac n cheese and put some chicken nuggies in the oven (they will turn out slightly burnt) but that is the extent of his culinary skill

buttons uses finch as his mannequin for all his sewing projects (another headcanon i love with my entire heart)

no one's clothes are safe. finch steals all of buttons' sweatshirts. buttons loves finch's movie t-shirt collection. match made in hell.

adhd/anxiety finch, autistic buttons

finch also has dyscalculia so reading + math is a struggle (buttons tries his best)

buttons is a big rambler. finch listens as his eyes slowly turn into hearts.

weekly (if not daily) cuddle + gossip sessions. in the modern/hs au buttons works at american eagle and gives finch all the tea

@thegreatbuttoneer if you have any more feel free to add angel <3

[make-friends-with-the-rats]

it’s him!!!!

it’s the boy!!!!!!!!!!!

(it’s Itey if anyone cares)

[dashiellqvverty]

skimming the tag/search and it def seems like in the past couple years ppl have become more Normal about jackcrutchie again.... it was genuinely a huge ship in 2015/16 like it was NOT just me and my friends i know this and then somewhere in there as the fandom died down everybody who was left decided it was morally reprehensible i guess but there is some actual recent positive and cute content

[kellyscowboy]

i wanna grab 92sies david by the tie and chew on him

[muckety-mucks-i-s-goin-delux]

When they say each fansie has a favourite background newsie this is what they actually mean

Background obscure character that we know little of (most likely a newsie) they would die for

Main newsie character (out of Jack, Davey, Katherine)

Main background newsie (starter pack newsies Crutchie, Race, Specs, Spot) because they were all we knew at the beginning

Background newsie that we love unconditionally but we love all of them so it's impossible to choose