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[withcameraandpen]

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@carryindabanner

Katherine tucked her handkerchief into her pocket and tried not to waver drunkenly as she padded into their kitchen for some water. “Morning, sweetheart,” she muttered. “Sleep good? It was awfully warm last night, wasn’t it?”

[smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah-a]

Pre-Strike Jitters

Everything was going to be fine. Sure, it was dangerous, but as long as they all stuck together, everything would go nicely. They wouldn't get all busted up like the trolley workers, but they'd still win. The police wouldn't care about a bunch of kids. But what if they did? What if Snyder showed up? What if they were in over their heads? What if? What if the other boroughs didn't come to help? What if everything went wrong?

All of these thoughts ran through Crutchie's mind as she sat up in the penthouse, too anxious to sleep. She shouldn't be this worried, yet somehow she just had a bad feeling about it all. What if she got caught by the police? What if any of them did? That would be a one way trip to the Refuge. She paled, biting her nails as she stared distractedly ahead of her. "Hey, Jack?" @carryindabanner

[thedullwhitecrayon]

Mood: the piano in Crutchie’s part of “Carrying the Banner”

[likeclarabo]

@carryindabanner  ❥

God, this job got harder and harder as she was forced to do it alongside Clyde. All she needed was the money to get to Hollywood, and to drag her other along side her. She wasn’t very intent on hurting anyone, but she had to keep a poker face here. While Clyde was in the back clearing out the safe, Bonnie was tasked to hold down the people here. 

“Just stay down and shut up, alright? No one has to get hurt.” Was the best answer she could muster through the facade she was throwing out. 

[shiningshimmeringschuylers]

let's play a little game

i like to call "How many times can I listen to the Newsies soundtrack without wanting to burn all the newspapers in my house?"

[bricfcased-blog]

@carryindabanner​ ❥ here.

              “I believe you, Jack! I really do. BUT if you are going to do this, we are doing this mine and Kath’s way. Okay?”

[betterthansinatra]

“ should he be socializing with other babies? ”

New parent memes 

@carryindabanner

“We’re hoping it’s still a little early.” So far, Mikey didn’t have the best manners with other children, mostly because for one, he was an infant, and for two, he was Donny’s son. Donny had hoped he would be a social butterfly like his mother. It just made things easier.

“He refuses to let go of his mother. Can’t blame him.”

[hercameraandherpen]

They ran on lies most of the time. Tonight was a clever one about Katherine going out of town on a report. They had three days together here in this apartment Jack had rented in the hopes of being theirs. They had yet to talk about the elephant in the room, the night had passed with no funny business, Jack had even cooked dinner and now here they were just laying together. Jack his hand found the curve of her stomach, without a word he rested it there. This was a first, he'd yet to touch it.

The feeling of Jack touching it was strange, but not in a bad way. Just in a new way. He never done that before now and they hadn’t even talked about things yet, at least not the way they needed to. For the most part, it seemed like they carried on the way they usually did, except a little bit different in an apartment they didn’t have before. She looked at him wordlessly but making eye contact as she did. 

[davejacobs]

AU

Send ‘AU’ and I’ll generate a number 1-50 and create an Alternate Universe starter.

46. Photographer/actor AU

“Seriously– can you sit still? Like, is that a concept you understand–” Davey mumbled under his breath as he continued adjusting his camera’s focus on his ever fidgeting subject.

Jack Kelly had been cast in a new network TV show, and the company decided the promotional photos would be best if shot by none other than celebrity photographer David Jacobs.

David had to disagree.

Things were getting nowhere fast, and he was seconds from texting Crutchie, his business partner, and rebooking his next client for the following evening, when suddenly Davey noticed something.

Jack had gotten distracted while Davey was messing with his camera settings and was now completely still ( daydreaming, presumably ) and gazing longingly off into the distance. Not yet ready to count his blessings, Davey quickly snapped the photo and moved to examine it a moment later, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

“–oh thank god, that’s perfect.”

[withcameraandpen]

“Hey, let’s run away together— let’s elope.”

@carryindabanner

She snorted, glancing at Jack over her notebook. “Very funny,” she said, flipping through the pages and leaving inky fingerprints on the corners. “Did Race bet you couldn’t convince me?”

[cleanmarinetrombone]

Welcome Home

@carryindabanner @withcameraandpen

After three years and eight months in that God forsaken hellhole, Wayne thought that coming home would be the best thing he could imagine. Getting to see his wife and children. God, Grady was nearly four by now. But before he could go back to that life, see his family, there was a stop to make first: Santa Fe, New Mexico.

That was where David’s parents lived. His combat partner David Kelly died in Iwo Jima. And Wayne owed it too himself and David to see his parents. He wanted them to know how bravely their son had fought and how proud they would have been of him. So on his way home, he found his way to a small ranch in New Mexico, an older man and woman rocking on the front porch.

“Excuse me,” Wayne said looking at the older couple. “Would you know where I can find the Kellys?”

[heirtothetrib]

I made another thing

@carryindabanner @withcameraandpen

[sweet-medda]

Jack had held himself up in the basement of Medda's theatre, away from the cold winter air outside and as far away as he could get from his current predicament as possible. He used the ghost light to light up a small area before finally allowing himself the chance to breath. He'd ran here. He'd ran like the coward he was. He let out a shout of frustration, the noise echoing off the walls as he folded in on himself against the brick of one of the walls.

@carryindabanner

Medda finished washing out the concealer brush and placed it back in the bin. She crossed across the room to her dresser and began to place her jewelry neatly in the drawer. As she closed it, she glanced up at the clock. 11 pm. It was getting late, but she still needed to finish some things and she would be on her way out. She sat down at the dresser and started to organize some things.

“Ahh!”

Medda quickly glanced up at the sound. It sounded like it came from the basement, but maybe it was outside. She continued on being cautious of her surroundings.

“Bang!” Ok. There was definitely someone in the basement. ‘Of all the nights’ Medda thought to herself. She grabbed the bat that sat in the back and left the room.

She slowly and quietly descended the stairs to the basement. Upon reaching the bottom, she called out.

“You can either come out or I’m calling the police. Your choice.”

[im-da-bronx]

This literally happened when we were watching Newsies Live

My mom (Right after Carryin’ the Banner): They did all that singing and dancing and now they have to sell newspapers all day?!

[bricfcased-blog]

Kathy Fitzgerald as Paulette Bonafonté

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