#adhd jack kelly

[metallicmikus]

ARE YOU AN AUTISTIC JACK KELLY BELIEVER IF SO GIVE SOME HEADCANNONS!!!

I am a firm ADHD or auDHD Jack Kelly believer!!!!!

I don't have autism (I might, but I am not diagnosed and I don't wanna claim anything) so I apologize if shit isn't accurate

He's very outgoing and loud so people are surprised that he has or might have autism, but he also has severe ADHD.

Volume control. He has volume control issues (I guess this is more of an ADHD thing, but you're getting ADHD headcannons too) but he's gotten a lot better at his volume as he's grown up. Other newsies would shush him when he got too loud.

He often forgets to eat a lot, especially when he's deep in his artwork. And in cannon, it really sucks because he doesn't have access to food often.

He fidgets by clicking his pen.

He's very particular about the feeling of when he's using his art supplies. Like the feeling of the supplies on paper or canvas. So he has to use a .5 mechanical pencils to draw or it has to be very sharp or he gets frustrated. He has a favorite pencil, pen, paintbrush, etc.

He has TONS of unfinished projects.

He taught himself his art skills and teaches himself new skills all the time. He's not the biggest fan of art classes.

Thaaaat's it for now!!! :3

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

happy javid thursday from the little guys!!!! jack saw a real cowboy while he was out selling and got super excited and infodumped to davey abt cowboys <3

that petition to give him back his hat did not fall on deaf ears, ask and ye shalt receive my children he deserves his hat always fr

dave loves it when jack infodumps, especially when they can talk abt their special interests together for hours on end

[racetracks-fvckin-chair]

Jack Kelly definitley has ADHD

[ftm-megamind]

i think jack is more of a ya fantasy type guy whereas david is more of a ya dystopian type guy. these two probably intertwine sometimes

[spotconlonsbabe]

daily reminder : jack kelly is so smart he becomes dumb again.

“just a moon so big and yellow, it turns night right into day”

jack.

that is the sun.

[baura-bear]

In UKsies Jack fully crawls over Katherine's lap before I Never Planned and I'm just wondering what possessed this man into thinking that that's what would get the girl especially by 1899 standards? He gets up there and is like "lets do this >:)" and is just like "Hey boo, lemme just... crawl on over here. What's up! :)" then proceeds to distract her from work

[str4wb3rry-fire]

currently thinking about how autistic racetrack higgins and crutchie morris and spot conlon are

[ron456]

Based on actual convo with my friends:

Jack: I’m like a cigarette ‘cause I’m filled with poison and waiting to be set on fire.

Race: I’m like a cigarette cuz’ people are addicted to me 🤪✨

[thestimboardmaker]

Jack Kelly - Newsies (1992)

I made this stimboard entirely out of gifs straight off tumblr bc my computer is being weird and not letting me download gifs <3

[albertsbootayyy]

Newsies as things me/my friends/brother have said pt. 5

Race: Ok I am gonna do it I am finally gonna do this essay

Race: *reads not even the first five sentences of the assignment before he zones out*

Race: *with tears in his eyes* You know what I want to be a plumber now

[kat-in-a-trashcan]

btw I will be looking for beta readers if I make this happen so if someone is good at that pls hit me up

What if I started writing a Javey fanfic about them doing a musical about news boys in their high school with a plot based on the song "Never Acting at All" by Melina MB with each chapter being a lyric from the song... how many of you guys would read that?

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

omg

can we just *clear the air* for the writing prompts

hi this got stupid long mb lmao

javey brainrot is so fr rn

college roommates au in honor of they were roommates getting updated🙏��

so so sorry it took me a week to get to this lmao

Jack was about ready to scream. Davey had been gone for Shabbat for-in Jack's opinion-too damn long. He knew his roommate did this every week, but it didn't make the jarring loss of familiarity any better.

it was sunday morning; Dave was due back today, but not for another four hours at least, and Jack wanted to tear his hair out at the feeling in his chest of Davey being gone.

he had been-not pining, because that was pathetic, he told himself, just wishing his roommate would get home sooner-all weekend and he was ready to fall back into the familiar routine the two boys shared.

as he watched the second hand go around the cheap clock the two had found when they moved in, Jack decided to do something about all his nervous energy. jumping to his feet, he set up his paint covered easel in the corner of the room, and dug a canvas out of his closet, no thought in his mind as to what he wanted to paint.

standing in front of his threateningly blank canvas, jack picked at his cuticles, and then at the seam of his pants, and then brought his hand up to his mouth to bite his nails. the wide stretch of white was intimidating, daunting. and jack had no clue what to do about it.

shaking his head, he pulled out a few random colors and put them on the old shoebox lid he used as a pallet because the real ones are stupid expensive.

finally picking up a wide brush, he put it to the canvas, and blacked out into his "painting coma," as davey had affectionately dubbed it. it was all a blur of color, several dropped paintbrushes onto carpet and the subsequent curses that followed, and time seeming to drag on but at the same time flying away faster than a heartbeat.

nearly three hours later, jack emerged from his haze and blinked as he looked at his canvas.

it was a great collage of colors, swirling and mushing, each color blending perfectly with its neighbor, even if the two didn't exactly meld, jack had managed to coax them to be a beautiful mess.

and there, in the middle, was painted a pair of startlingly familiar blue eyes. the detail was immaculate, almost as if the artist had put an incredible amount of time studying said eyes.

jack groaned and buried his head in his hands, scraping his nails down his cheeks.

all of his paintings recently had included those eyes somewhere, or at least that very particular shade of cerulean. and jack hated it.

because he knew exactly whose stupidly blue eyes they were, and he didn't want to think of the implications of drawing them over and over. because that meant thinking about his feelings, and jack despised doing that, as all teenage and young adult boys do.

he dug the heels of his hands into his eyes before flopping onto his bed. he raised his head to look over at Davey's bed on the other side of the room, covers perfect and unrumpled. davey's half of the room was always either sparkling clean, or a disaster, and there was no in between, he almost always cleaned before he left for shabbat, and this time was no different; his books stacked neatly on his desk, pillows fluffed with the covers pristine, the top six inches of his blanket folded over. jack always teased him for it.

"s' like a hotel dude, kinda weird. like, who does that every single morning? bonkers." davey would get an embarrassed flush high in his cheeks, and stammer out a defense before jack slapped him on the back and told him he was joking. the pink in davey's cheeks was another thing that was a frequent visitor of jacks paintings, the light coral tube of paint nearly as empty as the sky blue one.

jack groaned, slamming his arms out onto the bed. he thought about the way davey's jaw set when he was mad, or focused, or how his eyes crinkled perfectly at the corners when he smiled, or the artistic slope of his nose, or-

his daydreaming was interrupted by footsteps nearing the door to their dorm.

leaping to his feet, jack snatched the canvas off the easel and shoved it back in the closet with the others just as the lock turned.

the familiar sight of davey's dark curls and the gentle slope of his shoulders made jack's heart feel like someone had stuck it in the microwave. the satchel slung over the shoulder of davey's sensible brown coat, the two buttons unbuttoned on his shirt, the jingle of his keys as he hung them on the hook by the door. it all felt so right to jack, like the world could spin again because davey was home.

as the other boy finally turned to face jack, he took a step forward. "howdy, dave." he said, opening his arms for a hug as davey set his bag down at the foot of his bed. a warm smile spread across davey's face as he sunk into jack's embrace, burying his head in the crook of the former's neck, and wow jack didn't want to think about what that could possibly mean as he wrapped his arms around the brunets waist.

"missed you," davey murmured into jack's neck. a low chuckle rumbled in jacks throat, even as a fond smile lit his face. "didja now? didn't know youse was so clingy, dave." he said, wrapping his arms tighter and rocking the two of them slowly.

davey hummed contentedly. "three days is a long time, though."

that got a real laugh out of jack, and if he pressed a kiss to the side of davey's head before he pulled out of the hug, who was to know but him?

"how's ya family? les still bein' a lil sheit?" jack put his hands on david's biceps, as if making sure he was still there. davey made a little chuff sound akin to a laugh, rolling his eyes fondly.

"like you wouldn't believe. Ama said he's got a 'date' with this girl in his class, Sally. 'pparently shes, and i quote, 'a real peach.'" davey's bright smile stretched across his face as jack threw his head back with a laugh. "That kid's too cocky for his own good, i tell ya." jack chuckled.

he patted davey's arms. "'nd how are you? feelin all religion-ed up?" dave snickered as he pushed his hand gently against jack's shoulder. "as much as i wanted to be, so no. its the same old crap about 'sin bad follow the book' and 'don't be a bad child or satan's going to eat your toes' and all that." he smiled, corners of his eyes crinkling in that way jack loved.

suddenly jack realized how close they were together, and how clear he could see all the details in those blue, blue eyes. swallowing thickly, he studied the flecks of green in them, and regretted not adding them to his earlier painting.

then suddenly he couldnt see them anymore, as davey was looking at something about a half inch below jacks nose. jack blinked, hesitantly putting a hand on davey's waist, bringing those blue irises back up to meet his.

"heya dave." he whispered.

"hi jackie," davey breathed back, almost breathless sounding. he glanced down again when jack's tongue flicked out to wet his lips.

their noses were almost touching, and they could feel the other's breath hot on their cheeks.

davey's phone rang. jack groaned as the other boy fumbled with his pocket to pull it out, stumbling backwards to sit on his bed. david answered the phone, face flushed and gaze averted from jacks.

"hi, papa, this really isn- yes- what? no, i didnt take it, ask les, you know he always does that. yeah. yeah, i know. ok. love you too papa." david hung up the phone, ears so red they were practically glowing as he turned to pick up his bag again.

jack was ready to explode again. "davey."

the brunet looked up, still pink.

"can we just-can we clear the air on somethin' here?" jack said, his knee bouncing slightly.

dave straightened up. "of-of course, jack." he shook his hands out, a sign he was nervous.

jack took a deep breath, psyching himself up. "what is this? to you?" he waved his hand vaguely between the two of them.

davey's eyes got wide as he started rocking side to side, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "i think-i think it's whatever you want it to be, jackie." he swallowed as jack stood back up and watched as the other boy started picking at his cuticles again as he approached.

"so if i wanted it to be somethin' a little more'n roomies n' friends, would you- would you be ok with that?" jacks voice wavered as he got closer.

" i think i would." dave's mind was racing, but he started smiling slightly. jack was less than two feet away from him now.

"really? you don't have to pity me, i know i ain't the best looker, if you wanted-" jack's whole expression spelled self doubt and uncertainty.

"will you just shut your stupidly pretty face and kiss me?" davey interrupted, cheeks red.

that was all the invitation jack needed to place a gentle hand on davey's cheek and press their lips together. david smiled into the kiss, placing his hands on jack's waist.

"you really think i'm pretty?" jack murmured against davey's lips. dave laughed and pulled back, bringing a hand up to flick jacks forehead lightly as he buried his face in the other's neck for the second time that day. jack smiled as he held his boy-his! his boy!-and brought a hand up to cradle the back of his neck.

"yeah, i do." david said into jack's shoulder, a stupid grin on his face.

whaaaat??? eel writing something that isn't some subcategory of angst??? what is this?????

yaaaay!! its over. unetided an all that jazz

[bigmack2go]

Some headcannons just feel so obvious i forget theyre not actually cannon

Like Wdym modern Albert doesn’t do parkour

wdym modern racetrack higgins doesn’t do like,, cup stacking

Wdym modern albert doesn’t exclusively wear vans and oversized tanktops

Wdym crutchies real name isn’t charlie

Wdym modern mush doesbt have a buzzcut

Wdym Devey isn’t left handed

Wdym race isn’t the clearest case of highly developed adhd you’ve ever seen

Wdym smalls isn’t the bronx’s newsies leader

Wdym modern race’s only two pairs of shoes aren’t red and blue converse

Wdym buttons isn’t the closest thing to a doctor the newsies will ever get (because he can do stitches)

Wdym modern race doesnt need two energy drinks and a coffee every morning and a two Liter coke a day to work and survive the day

Wdym romeo and (live’sies) henry don’t get mixed up all the time

Wdym race doesn’t drink all the time and wdym he doesn’t still have the lowest alcohol tolerance on earth

Wdym tommy and albert wouldn’t be besties since birth to death

Wdym skittery isnt bipolar and has paranoia

Wdym sarah takes bullshit

Wdym stitches doesn’t exist

Wdym elmer can see blood

Wdym modern Snoddy doesn’t play some weird shit like Farm Simulator 5… oslt idk

Wdym mush and blink aren’t a couple

Wdym modern Davey isn’t on the debate club

Wdym the newsies wouldn’t be super accepting of queer ppl in canon era

Wdym Davey isn’t on edge 24/7

Wdym jack kelly is white

Wdym darcy isn’t autistic

Wdym race came to america voluntarily

Wdym katherines fav color isnt purple

Wdym spots superpower wouldn’t be super strength or flying or some other classic

Wdym albert and kath arent cat persons

Or, to sum this up: just

WDYM?????!!!!

[spotconlonsbabe]

rating headcanons that yall say

lowkey kinda love reading hcs and some are scarily accurate but some are like??where did you even?????get that from?????

so im gonna like? debunk some? and just like, comment on shit? if i miss anything ask n ill make a separate post

crutchie is not like.. ✨uWu soft baby cinnamon roll✨. its fbhjdksabkh frustrating like the whole "let crutchie say fuck" thing annoyed him. just bc he has a disability doesnt mean hes infantilized. he is actually a little fucking menace and he will hit you. he is opinionated and not a innocent little child.

i (race) like biting. thats it. i bite.

jack is like chronically adhd but he doesnt think he is. hell hyperfixate and infodump and get so distracted on one thing (90% of the time its his current artwork) that the outside world just stops existing. yet he thinks this is just normal people things to do while i just 🫠

hes also a manwhore. he gets around a lot (albeit as a coping mechanism for his ✨everything trauma✨). like before the strike he slept around, with random people hed pick up on the street, theatregoers hed see during meddas shows and talked to afterwards ("dont come a knockin" style), meddas backstage crew, people hed sell the evening paper to, anyone. gender was irrelevant to him, he just needed an outlet for all his energy. it was usually a no stings attached scenario, but not like, "wham bam thank you maam" sorta thing, he treated them with respeect

alberts safe food is lamb. thats it.

spot is a chihuahua. down to the soul. (he will deny this till the day he dies)

everyone is some form of neurodivergent. all funky in the brain /lh

also some things that are not true (soz guys)

-um. ralbert. it just doesnt make sense for either of us? hes my best friend and i do love him but not like that. also i dont think wed be able to survive as a couple. we collectively share about three (3) brain cells and i think we would destroy a house together. like blow it up (storytime for later about that if yall wanna hear)

-neither is javey (sorry everyone). jack an davey love each other. yes. but not in a romantic way. theyll trust each other with things theyd never tell anyone else, but they are strictly platonic. they said they could never imagine being together, sorry to all the avid javey supporters out there.

-kathy's a lesbian. false 💖

shes bi with a preference for women. she did THINK she was a lesbian until she had this big dumb guy come up to her on the street and offer to bring her a paper personally.

-newsies dont have an age limit. we dont "age out" of selling. it isnt "just a kids job". anyone could sell papers. the whole point of being a newsie is that anyone could do the job, it didnt matter who you were or where you were from, you just had to have enough money to buy the paper from the distributor. we had a like 40 year old woman who used to come buy her papers after we did. so the theories of "what happens when jack ages out??" arent nessicarily accurate, if anything he would leave by choice.

[frogsareallgay]

HES STIMMING HES STIMMING

he’s so me

@d20-lesbian I’ll just leave this here 4 you. 🥰

he’s got the zoomies

[make-friends-with-the-rats]

what if for the ask game Snitch and Itey because<333

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How I feel about this character: ITEYYYYYYY!!!! He's not a very talkative newsie usually, but that changes very quickly once you really get to know him. Watch out because this boy is notorious for talking a mile a minute and his accent only makes understanding him harder. (Snitch can always understand him because he's used to it.) He fidgets with his suspenders a lot and may have ADHD. I don't know why but I feel like he'd be the kind of guy to accidentally get involved in a pyramid scheme or the mafia. Snitch would purposefully get involved with the mafia for gits and shiggles. Snitch likes to annoy his friends because that's how he shows affection. Also he is a beaver.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Snitch and Itey! They are best friends who like to bicker but also they might be in love with each other. They could start dating and absolutely nothing would be different.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Snitch and Itey + the one and only Jake the Oyster! Also this one is really out of left field but I think Itey and Ritz (uksies) would be really good friends. You know. If they existed in the same media together.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Are there any unpopular opinions for these two? I don't know. Maybe Snitch and Itey go ghost hunting together. (They are both terrified the entire time.)

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: They are literally perfect what do you mean? I only wish that we'd gotten more of them, but alas...

Sorry for the wait on this one, thank you for asking!!

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characters answered: David Jacobs, Jack Kelly, Blink and Skittery, Bumlets and Swifty, Sarah Jacobs, Specs and Dutchy, Les Jacobs, Crutchie