#Newsies Gang

[make-friends-with-the-rats]

JOSEPH PULITZER WAS BORN ON APRIL 10TH???

THE SAME DAY NEWSIES (1992) CAME OUT???

[jack-kellys]

like ok yeahhh a delancey being davey’s ex or whatever bc he didn’t know what he was getting into. ok

i raise you: in-denial bisexual jack kelly w/ toxic secret relationship oscar delancey. because. they DO know each other. and they both hate themselves a bit. and they both know that about each other. so there’s this awful sort of comfort in their toxic masculinity because they can relate to each other And take it out on each other. constantly threatening to out each other. soul-searching silence after a night together. already knowing each others secrets from years of growing up together but differently.

jack being able to crawl out of that hole because he Finds his family, while oscar’s left bitter and in it because he’s still afraid to. yk

[allfortheaesthetic]

this is like completely out of nowhere and i’m not sure how many people are in both fandoms, but the curtis gang are like the manhattan newsies while the shepard gang is brooklyn.

tell me i’m wrong.

the strike and the rumble.

[fame-is-one-intoxicating-potion]

hello im posting my art here haha (its bad but its alr ill keep improving)

has this been done before

[kid-blinks-eyepatch]

I feel like Modern!Davey secretly reads omegaverse fanfiction and it’s his deepest secret

Modern!Race has been banned from saying anything related to omegaverse between the hours of 4am-3pm

[spiderman-iamspiderman]

red dead redemption 2 but instead of Tahiti Dutch and the gang goes to New York and they all witness the newsboys strike

[thebowery-beauties]

It's been a minute, how is everyone?

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Alastor: If violence isn't solving all of your problems, then you simply aren't using enough of it

[trashpidgeon48]

child characters in musicals who would be a terrifying friend group: Les, Gavroche, Jason, Toby.

[tabooi]

finally watched uksies and it was NOT as gay as you people on tumblr made me think it would be

[chungledown-bimothy]

raise a little hell dropping today on top of the gatsby songs is too much. i'm gonna have a heart attack this man is going to be the death of me

[sk1ttery]

Hello newsies community.

that is all

[unofficially-racetrack]

Guys I may or may not have joined a gang with Spot Conlon-

[tickle-bugs]

Thank you so much for offering to write a fic for me for my exam! You are the absolute sweetest 🥺😭 I couldn’t think of another beetlejuice prompt, but if it’s not too much trouble, could I suggest a wicked prompt maybe? This is semi based off a true story! I’m a dancer, and we are working on a showcase. At the end I have to do like a flirty wave type thing and for the life of me I can not figure it out so my instructor said to wiggle my fingers like I’m tickling somebody. That gave me a prompt idea. Maybe Glinda is teaching Elphaba how to flirt with boys and teaching her to do a flirty wave and she tells Elphaba to wiggle her fingers like she is tickling someone. Elphaba can say something like “that’s hard to imagine. Why don’t I practice instead?” And then she tickles Glinda. Maybe if it’s not too much trouble Glinda can tickle Elphaba back after. Sorry for the long prompt. Anything Glinda and Elphaba would be perfect or anything Beetlejuice! I’d be happy to read any stories from you. Your stories bring me so much joy.

Good luck once again! Hope you enjoy this <3 This prompt was so cute and so was the story!!!

Strange Exhilaration

“Are you ready, my pupil, for your most important lesson yet?” Glinda twirls excitedly. 

“Are you going to throw more glitter at me?” Elphaba shakes some glitter out of her skirt. 

“Would you please cease the seriosity? It’s time for the art…of the goodbye.” Glinda flourishes and silver sparkles puff into the air around her. 

“The goodbye is the crème de la crème of flirtations. It cements you in the mind of a potential target.” Glinda paces, each of her gestures throwing a bit more shimmer into the air.

“Target?” Elphaba murmurs, curbing the urge to sneeze. 

“It’s about captivation, adoration, and, of course, exhilaration. Observe.” Glinda strikes a slinky, sultry pose against the wall, both casual and elegant at the same time. She turns, slowly, never breaking eye contact until the moment she strides away. 

“Wow.” Elphaba prays that Glinda doesn’t notice how breathless she suddenly is. 

“You try, Elphie.” Glinda pulls her up to her feet. Elphaba mutters to herself a little, observing the wall as if she were to scale it, rather than lean against it. 

At first, she just plants herself flat against the wall and stays there, like a startled animal. Then she starts to lean, slowly and with a horrifying amount of eye contact, as if she’s trying to snap her back in half. 

“Oookay. How about we start with something simple, like…a wave?” Glinda sweeps her away from the wall and gives her shoulders a squeeze. 

“You don’t have to patronize me. I’m terrible at this.” Elphaba sighs deeply. 

“The wave is the most important part. It’s the goodbye that keeps on giving. Now, show me what you’ve got.” Glinda nods firmly. Elphaba waves a bit awkwardly, but it is a human wave. She takes that as a win. 

“A side-to-side wave says ‘let’s be paramours who don’t…amour’. Try keeping your hand still and just moving your fingers.” Glinda tenderly adjusts Elphaba’s hand. Elphaba twitches her fingers as if she’s cramping. 

“Much better! This time, try to fully wiggle all of your fingers. Ooh! Like you’re tickling someone!” Glinda bounces on her toes with a blinding smile. 

“Like I’m what?” Elphaba squints. 

“Oh, Elphie.” Glinda takes her hands with gentle, well-meaning pity. 

“It’s not something I do.” 

“Yes, well…neither is fun, but we’re working on that.” Glinda pats Elphaba’s hands. 

“It’s hard to imagine.” Elphaba’s eyes glint with mischief. “Perhaps I should practice instead?”

“Excellent idea! Wait—“ Glinda narrows her eyes in suspicion, but it’s too late. Elphaba goes right for her ribs with a triumphant cackle. She squeals and keels over onto her bed in a pile of ruffles. 

“Y-You tricked—“

“I would never.” Elphaba deadpans, giving Glinda’s waist a squeeze. 

Glinda snorts. Elphaba grins wickedly.

“Elphaba, if you have even an ounce of mercy in your soul—“

Elphaba cuts off her theatrics with nibbling pinches, ones that make Glinda’s bubbly giggles bloom into full peals of sweet laughter. Glinda’s whole face scrunches as she tries to fight it, but another well-timed squeeze coaxes a second snort from her with ease. Glinda whines into her hands, fully folding into Elphaba’s side. 

“Galinda Upland snorts? This is priceless.” Elphaba snickers, releasing Glinda with a final poke. 

“No one will ever believe you.” Glinda wipes her eyes and fans her face. Elphaba chuckles and fans her too. 

“Now, I believe revenge is in order.” Glinda cracks her knuckles. 

“Hm?” Elphaba blinks, startled. 

“Oh, did you not hear? Let me assist.” Glinda primly clears her throat. Elphaba goes to bolt, but Glinda pulls her back and immediately acquaints her with the deadliness of acrylic nails. 

“I said, revenge is in order,” Glinda yells over Elphaba’s laughter, grinning brighter than the sun. Elphaba crunches into a ball but Glinda tsks at her, poking at the back of her ribs until she uncurls.  

“Take notes on this demonstration, Elphie. This is precisely how I want you to wave.” Glinda skitters her fingers over Elphaba’s stomach, nearly knocking their foreheads together. 

“Galinda! T-Tickles!” 

“That’s the point, silly.” Glinda laughs, hovering her fingers just above Elphaba’s knees—a death sentence. She yelps and grabs Glinda’s hands.

“Truce?” She gasps, still giggling, and laces their fingers together. 

“That can be arranged.” Glinda winks, fondly wiggling her thumb over Elphaba’s palm. Elphaba squeals and pulls away. 

“What was—“

“Nothing.” Elphaba stares at the floor. 

“You’re a terrible liar.” Glinda slowly pulls Elphaba’s hand into her lap. She scritches over the lines in her palms, gentle but vicious. Elphaba’s face burns dark green and she hides in her free hand. Frantic giggles leak out between her fingers. She kicks her feet and shivers. 

“I can’t believe your hands are tickly,” Glinda squeaks in sheer joy, skittering her nails across Elphaba’s palm. Elphaba makes an embarrassed little wailing noise and attempts to implode. 

Glinda finds an awful spot where the heel of her hand meets her wrist. With one finger, she unravels Elphaba at the seams. She shrieks and flops backwards on the bed, praying that it’ll swallow her whole. Instead, Glinda coos at her. Great. 

“If you keep this up—“ Glinda gestures to the mass of still-snickering Elphaba— “You’ll win any heart you desire.”

“Cruel and unusual,” Elphaba wheezes tiredly, blinking up at Glinda with a wobbly smile. Glinda unravels the last bits of Elphaba’s braid, letting her hair splay around her in a halo. 

“I mean it. You’re beautiful, Elphaba.” Glinda rests her palm on Elphaba’s stomach. She gives it a fond pat. 

“And you are…blonde.” Elphaba snickers preemptively, rocketed into giggles by Glinda’s well-practiced dramatic gasp. Those giggles mature when Glinda vibrates a claw into her stomach, delightfully wicked, and sends them tumbling into another round of familiar nonsense. 

“Maybe next time I should tickle you during lessons. Laugh once for yes and twice for no.”

“Glinda!” Elphaba grabs her wrist for something to hold onto. 

“Ga-linda. Clearly we have our work cut out for us.”

[tarantulas4davey]

last sentence tag game

tagged by: @lailuhhh

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

It takes until Race is sitting up sharply on the couch, the warm, dark hands of his older brother tight around his wrists, to realize that the person screaming is him. He breathes harshly, rough in and out of his spasming lungs, throat raw from all the noise he was making. His face is wet with tears, he realizes.

Albert’s laugh is still echoing in his ears.

tagging:

@we-are-inevitable @roideny @jack-kellys @enter-plot-holes-here

[kid-blinks-eyepatch]

Sprace

wartime AU🔫🪖

-15-

The two boys were happy. Race was curled up in Spots lap while the shorter boy petted his hair, running his hands through the golden curls of his boyfriends hair. Race hummed, taking Spots hand and kissing the palm of it. The Irish boy blushed, swatting Race playfully.

-16-

“I love ya Tony” spot breathed as Race pushed him against the wall. Race smirked

“Love ya too Spot”

“Sean”

“What?” Race pauses, looking at spot in confusion.

“Sean, my name’s Sean”

“Sean Conlon” Race says, smiling. “I like if- it’s fits you and your smile”

“What?”

-17-

Race shrieked with laughter as he ducked behind Albert. Spot glared at him, the snow stuck in his hair. Race laughed again. Albert ducked out of the way in time for Spot to tackle race down in the snow, Race was laughing still

“Take that back!” Spot says, faking anger

“Never!” Race laughed, spot smiled slightly “DIMPLES!” Race shouted excitedly, spot shoved his face in the snow

-18-

Race wouldn’t let go of spot- he was scared, and needed comfort. Spot groggily opened an eye

“Mmae?” He grunted, it was probably supposed to be Races name. Raceburied his face in spots neck, the top of his head touching spots chin. Spot blinked a little more awake.

“Mmm’- ‘s wrong?”

“Just hold me dammit” race said in a shaky voice. Spot complied. If only Race knew how literally he planned to take that

-19-

Spot fidgeted nervously, looking at Race, who was reading. Spot had no idea what he was reading as he didn’t speak Italian and the book was written in that . He took a shaky breath.

“Race? Grá (love)?” He asked nervously, race looked over at him

“Yea Amore? (Love)”

“Can I ask ya something?”

“Course ya can”

“Look- I ain’t stupid, I knows wese just kids and I know wese can’t do this for real-“ spot took races hands “-and I know it’s a stupid idea and I ain’t got no Fáinne (ring) yet but” he paused. Race tilted his head, not understanding the Irish- or the situation. Spot took a steadying breath “will ya marry me?”

“Yes” No hesitation at all

-20-

The news was scary. A war. And the fact that America might get involved. Every night the boys would curl up together and hope and pray that wouldn’t happen.

-20 and 3 months-

It happened. Now instead of huddling together in their bed they did it in the couch, terrified that the other would be called.  And then the words came that shook Race to his core. Spots number. In the draft. Spots number. Before he even knew he was crying he was pulled into a strong hug by the shorter boy.

“Spot spot- spot oh my god they- it’s your-“ Race said, terrified. What if he didn’t come back? Spot kissed the finger with the ring on it, then his Temple, forehead, jaw, nose, cheek, corner of his mouth, then on the lips. 

“Spot in scared! What- what if/“ spot put a finger to Races’s lips. There was fear in Spots hazel eyes. 

“Race, Shh, please” he said, race nodded. Spot removed his finger from races lips and just kissed him. It was like the first time all over again. That same need and longing and fear and happiness all at once. It lasted as long as they two  could go without air. We broke apart and spot looked terrified. Well, his eyes did. He nuzzled race.

“I love you” his hands found races, squeezing them. Racw swallowed tears.

“I love you too”  face reply, then hiss in the happiest tone I can muster “Dimples!”

Spot chuckled slightly, the dimples showing themselves. Race looekd at spot

“I wonder who else-?”

“Please- no-“ spot asked, a pained tone. Race nodded, holding out his arms for a hug. Spot crashed into him, curling up in races arms and not saying a word. Race kissed  the top of his head.

—20 and 9 months—

Race hugged spot tightly, holding back tears. He breathed in his scent, knowing he wouldn’t be able to do this for a while. Spot gave him a Quick kiss on the lips, then kissed his cheek. 

“I love you Sean, you’d better not die” race says, cracking a weak joke and giving a shaky smile. Spot smiles slightly

“Love you too Tony, same goes for you”

“Goodbye Sean”

“Goodbye Tony”

—21–

Race looked at the shot glass in front of him, scared but also wanting to. He poked it with one finger. He didn’t want to end up like his dad… but his dad never had his boyfriend- well husband- go off to war. Race felt hot tears Stinging at his eyes. He threw the glass. It shattered. He felt bad. Well, he felt guilty, he had felt bad since Spot had left. He curled up on the couch, where he had been sleeping. The bed felt too empty without Spot there. He cried into a pillow. The phone rang again, but he let it, he didn’t want to hear from Jack or Davey or Crutchie or Albert or any of them.

Spot threw another shot back like nothing, laughing drunkenly. He hated pretending. He hated pretending to be married to a girl, hated pretending to like the female… he was too drunk to remember the word… dancing on the stage in front of him and his fellow marines. Hyan, another marine, grinned drunkenly at Spot.

“You’ve got…. Really… pretty eyes” he slurred, leaning on the table, grinning up at him “such a shame you’re married~”

-22-

Two years. Two whole years withou so much as a glimpse of his boyfriend. And then the- the letter. Davey rubbed his back

“Shh, Shh, Racer it’s okay” 

“I-it’s not Dave! H-he’s g-gone!” Race hiccuped, curling up tighter. Davey looked to Crutchie, who looked at Jack. The three boys had no idea how to comfort Race. 

Spot squinted, he could barley see although there was plenty of sun, he could feel it in his skin. 

“Sean? You okay?” Mario asked. Spot grunted.

“Still cant see” they said in unison, spots version a statement And Mario’s a question. Mario patted his shoulder.

“It’ll come back eventually”

“It’d better” spot snarled angrily.

-22 and eleven months and 20 days-

Race was curled up on te couch, he still had yet to even open the bedroom door. He looked at the tree Davey and Sarah had helped him put up.

“I fucking trusted you to take care of him!” Race said through tears “I trusted you to take care of my husband! I’ve don’t nothing but respect you my whole life and this-!” Race was almost shouting befor he realized he was talking to a dirty that might not even exist. All he wanted was spot. To feel him nuzzle him to see his dimples to hear his laugh- steeling himself, race pushed open the bedroom door. It looked exactly as it had that day. The day spot left. Race found on of spots sweatshirts and three it on, burrowing into the blankets on Spots side of the bed. He cried. And cried. He looked at his hands, which her hide by the hoodie sleeves, race wanted to feel as small as possible. 

“Spot- please come home” he said, tears no longer falling, he was too tired to cry “please… I need you and I don’t know what I’m going to do without you”

—23 and one week—

Is this a good idea?” I asked Davey nervously, feeling very exposed. I could make our basic shapes from a distance and details up close, they said this was as good as it was going to get. Davey nods

“Just knock” I hesitantly did as he said. Jack called

“Race! Open up! We have something to show you”

“Go away Kelly!” Race snapped from inside.

“Please?” Davey asked “you’ll really like this one

“Fuck off”

“Antonio” Crutchie said sweetly “open the door”

“Fuck you Crutchie” but footsteps could be heard and race opened the door. He saw me and froze.  I was close enough to see his eyes go wide. I smiled 

“I’m back” I said. Race quite literally tackled me into a hug, sending us both crashing to the floor. I let out a ‘oof’ as the small Italian man ended up on top of me. He kissed me exitedly

“You’re not dead!” 

“No, I’m not, just a bit blind”

“You’re not dead!” Race repeated, nuzzling into my chest and neck. I looked up and could see the outline of jack, Davey and Crutchie. 

“Let’s go inside darlin” I said to race, who nodded. I picked him up, causing him to yell in surprise, I set him on our bed and crawled in next to him. He buried himself in me, hands tracing my chest, face, arms, hips, back, any part of me he could reach. I simply held him. This was all I needed. Race pressed so many kisses to everywhere on my body. 

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again!” He scolded spot as he tugged the boy impossibly closer. “you’re never going anywhere alone again” he mumbled against Spot’s shoulder. Spot let out a soft laugh.

sorry gang this was never really got finished properly but i liked parts of if