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I posted 703 times in 2022

30 posts created (4%)

673 posts reblogged (96%)

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I tagged 676 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

#newsies - 152 posts

#peaky blinders - 130 posts

#tommy shelby - 73 posts

#racetrack higgins - 72 posts

#jack kelly - 69 posts

#incorrect newsies quotes - 56 posts

#cillian murphy - 55 posts

#writing - 49 posts

#spot conlon - 47 posts

#thomas shelby - 47 posts

Longest Tag: 114 characters

#my first ramadan away from home is kind of scary but i will prevail somehow without delicious homecooked iftar....

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hi hello me again with another potential happy thought! Another night another sober Blink with a bus filled with his friends, a rather quiet night he'd thought, Mike and Ike nearly asleep on either side of Sniper, Mush beside Jack who'd been chatting quietly and Crutchy who'd been sat beside Blink commenting here and there about the streets they'd passed, David and Sarah having just been dropped off, the end of their night approaching steadily. But as a familiar song had started up on the radio, a quiet hum slowly grew louder, that quiet hum turning into solid and loud lyrics at the chorus', "So Sally can wait! She knows it's too late as we're walking on by", Blink even joining in with the choir of friends.

Awww I love this! The boisterous singalong would be an amazing thing to witness. I could see Jack and Crutchie trying to out sing one another while Race and Mush do the same. Much love to you for making my day!!!

8 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#4

Racetrack Higgins and his harmonica to Brooks and Dunns boot scoot n boogie! Crutchy's got his guitar going and they're back to back singing. That one line "I want a shot o that red head yonder lookin at me" showing off Crutchy's vocals nicely as he winks at Al who's smiling but shakes his head, Jack pulling him up for a twirl to their friends singing ♡

This is so wholesome and I fully approve of Chrutchie’s guitar and Race’s harmonica!!!! When the Newsies find out that Race and Crutchie were performing, they all made plans to be at the bar to witness their musical talents. The entire bar gets into it as Crutchie and Race groove to the music. They play One Direction’s “What Makes You Beautiful” and the Newsies go nuts when Crutchie starts crooning “You're insecure, don't know what for”. They both know what they’re doing as they play that song.

Thank you for sending this in! I’m stuck at an airport awaiting a flight so this lifted my spirits!!!! You’re amazing friend!

9 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#3

For your consideration: One Mush Meyers working at build-a-bear and whenever there's faulty bears or damages bears they can't sell at the shop, he comes home with them. He doesn't yet know how to sew or to patch a bear up but he's trying to learn, slowly but surely. So for now, Blink going through boxes in the spare room looking for a vase he borrowed from Denton back before they'd moved. Coming across this box of deflated bears that are all a little off, "hey Mush" he hollers, lifting the box, "what's w'the dead teddy bear army?" and here's Mush with this sheepish smile, "I don't know how to patch them up yet but i'll get there one day", Blink's adoration showing in the smile he gives the lad, "could always give Buttons a phone?"

I absolutely love this and when Mush eventually calls Buttons, his response is “why didn’t you ask sooner?” They would have an afternoon of patching up all the stuffies. Mush would take them back to Build a Bear, fill them up and donate them to the children’s hospital or an orphanage.

13 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#2

I just learned something so I’m sharing it with you all. If you read fan fics and track books on Goodreads, you can track fan fiction through Goodreads and they’ll show up on your Yearly Reading Challenge. There are a ton of fan fics that have been added to Goodreads (most Harry Potter) but you can add any that haven’t been already added by this link.

15 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hi hello hope you're doing well, if you were to write something titled 'Dear Jack', what would it be about? I've been thinking a lot about titles lately ♡

I love this idea!!!

I think it would be Race sitting down and writing a letter to Jack. Race and Spot moved to Chicago for college and he writes a weekly letters to Jack letting him know what he and Spot have gotten up to in that week. Like clockwork, the letter to Jack arrives on Wednesday while the letter to Race arrives on Saturday. Race always starts off the letter with a joke he heard that week (the answer is on the backside of the letter) before diving into how college/work was and anything he learned. He’d write about Spot but before Race posted the letter, Spot would always scrawl lines between Race’s telling Jack “what really happened” and calling Race out on his “bullshit”. He would promise Jack they’d come back to visit “when it gets warmer” and would always tell Jack that Chicago is way colder than NYC ever was.

Meanwhile, Jack would pen his own letter to Race, including little drawings and jokes of his own (which all of their friends would cringe at). He would catch them up on their little family, little antidotes of affection for something stupid Albert or Mush did that week. Blink would include a new recipe he had tried that week for Spot to then try. Medda would include her own note, telling her babies to hurry back. Davey would make sure Race was following the study guide he made him but also told him to make sure he was taking plenty of breaks and drinking water.

And when Race and Spot ended back in the city for their vacation, Race brought home a letter he penned on the ride over. After a very manly hug between him and Jack was exchanged, he handed the envelope to Jack, putting his hands in his pockets, shrugging, “I figured I’d save the postage this time”.

This was fun to write up! Might have to write a letter induced fic at some point. Thanks for sending this in friend!!! ❤️

20 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

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[4everdoon]

your friend, your best friend, your brother

The end of Crutchie’s letter to Jack while in the refuge

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[kazoosandfannypacks]

Davey: My sister always asks me how I manage all these Newsies.

Davey: The secret is, I actually have no control over them whatsoever.

Davey: Earlier today, when I was talking with Jack, Les called my name, and when I showed up to see what was going on, Race hit me in the leg with Crutchie's crutch, then Elmer, Finch, and Buttons tackled me, while Spot and Les sat there watching and Albert ate Henry's sandwich and Jojo recorded it all.

[newsie-fucker-69]

Trans Crutchie pegs Jack

[littletrashcansam]

Distraction (Crutchie x reader)

I’m back! I’ve really gotten into Newsies lately and boy, Crutchie is the ultimate sweetheart.

Word count: 811 

Warnings: Mild swearing (?)

~ 

It was late, you didn’t want to do this anymore. But you had to, only this article would be enough to keep your boss satisfied. You sighed as you stretched your back. You had been sitting at your desk in your chair stiffly for almost the whole afternoon. You finished almost 5 articles but your boss never seemed to be satisfied.

You stretched before placing your fingers on your typewriter again and carefully started hitting the buttons again. You didn’t want to start over so you just watched very letter you typed closely, making sure no mistakes were made.

Your boyfriend, Crutchie, didn’t like it you had so much work to do. Ever since he got back from selling his papers and came home to you still working he has been trying to get you away from your work. About now, he was just done. If you didn’t want to stop overworking yourself he had to remove you from that chair himself. He determinedly limped into your office. He placed his crutch against the doorpost and limped the last couple of inches to your desk without.

You were working so concentrated you didn’t even notice Crutchie until he loudly set his hands onto your desk. You looked up at him indistinct. He sighed as he heavily leaned on the desk.

“(Y/N), you’re overworking yourself, sweetie.” He said softly as he laid his hand on top of yours and took it into his. You blinked a couple of times and processed what he just said.

“I’m not, just working a bit of overtime.” You told him as you stretched a bit. You felt kind of bad, he had been waiting for you to spend some time with you the whole afternoon. But, no, you really had to finish this, only this and your boss wouldn’t be satisfied with you, no, he would be happy, maybe proud even.

“Come on babe, you can finish it tomorrow,” Crutchie said as he softly tugged on your hand. You shook his hand off yours and put them back on the keys while shaking your head.

“Just this article,” You muttered as you started hitting the keys again. Chrutchie sighed but he wasn’t surprised, he actually expected this to happen and he had a plan. He limped out of the office again, to your bedroom, where a couple of clothes of him were laying around.

He picked up his pajama pants and put them on before limping back in. You didn’t notice him coming in, again. A mischievous smirk played on Crutchie’s face as he set his crutch down again and limped towards you.

He walked up behind you and laid his hands on your shoulders. You sighed soundly and rolled your eyes. You got it, he wanted your attention, but just not now. He chuckled as he bent forward and placed his lips on your neck hungrily. You gasped a bit but kept hitting the keys determined, you weren’t gonna give in to his little game.

Crutchie licked his lips before started sucking on your skin, receiving little moans from you. He thought you sounded adorable. His lips traveled to your jawline and placed some sloppy kisses before moving onto your cheeks. He covered the whole side of your face in kisses before he moved to your neck again.

He let his lips gently roam over your skin in a teasing manner. You couldn’t concentrate anymore. You felt a tension form in your stomach as you bit your lip and tried to remember the last sentence and a half you wrote. You clenched your hands around the armrests of your chair.

Crutchie could feel you getting less concentrated. He slipped his arms around your waist as he softly bit down on your shoulder. “Crutch,” You whined. “Just let me finish this.” You weren’t gonna give in, you refused.

“No.” He simply answered before starting to trail kisses down your arm. He moved his face back up to yours and bit down on your earlobe. He knew you couldn’t resist that, and now he was using it against you. The bastard.

You sighed as you looked at your typewriter, it was no use anymore. You didn’t even want to work on it anyway. Crutchie must’ve noticed you leaning back in your chair. He smiled up at you. “You coming to bed?” He asked as he gently ran his fingers over the side of your face.

You sighed as you shot one last glance at your unfinished article. “Yeah, let’s go.” You smiled. You got up and gasped as you finally looked at your boyfriend. Standing there, in all his glory, shirtless…

You whistled before giggling and wrapping your arms around his shoulder. He smiled and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled into the kiss. You couldn’t wish for someone better than him.

[thank-you-pete-archive]

I mean

Can they have a redemption after they helped Snyder beat Chrutchie with his crutch?

Just saying

You know what I’m totally up for? A redemption arch for the Delancey brothers, provided they still have to deal with the consequences of their past actions

[some-kind-of-queer-sorcery]

I am holding hands with a girl. You are pressed close to me by the sleeping bag that we share. All of your attention is devoted to the movie, but I have no hope of staying focused with you this close to me. I close my eyes, blocking out all senses until my whole world is your chest rising and falling, your heart beating against mine. You pull my arm around you and your fingers interlace with mine. Your hand squeezes as Chrutchie is dragged away to the refuge. I hold you closer. My hard pounds as I realize that maybe this is love. It's a terrifying thought, but I take a breath and plummet head first into this void of love.

[sluttylittlenewsboy]

Newsiestober 4: Poison

What poisonous plant I think each of the Newsies would be:

Jack - Deadly Nightshade

Davey - Oleander

Mush - Poison Ivy

Blink - Poison Hemlock

Sarah - Nightshade

Katherine - Daffodil

Race - Foxglove

Spot - Jimson Weed

Chrutchie - Lily of the Valley

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

Racetrack Higgins and his harmonica to Brooks and Dunns boot scoot n boogie! Crutchy's got his guitar going and they're back to back singing. That one line "I want a shot o that red head yonder lookin at me" showing off Crutchy's vocals nicely as he winks at Al who's smiling but shakes his head, Jack pulling him up for a twirl to their friends singing ♡

This is so wholesome and I fully approve of Chrutchie’s guitar and Race’s harmonica!!!! When the Newsies find out that Race and Crutchie were performing, they all made plans to be at the bar to witness their musical talents. The entire bar gets into it as Crutchie and Race groove to the music. They play One Direction’s “What Makes You Beautiful” and the Newsies go nuts when Crutchie starts crooning “You're insecure, don't know what for”. They both know what they’re doing as they play that song.

Thank you for sending this in! I’m stuck at an airport awaiting a flight so this lifted my spirits!!!! You’re amazing friend!

[angeliatheturkishdelight]

Angelia gasped and giggled at bit, cheeks becoming red. “Oh Chrutchie.” She giggled more.

“Run while you still can.” @Smiling-Cripple

The crown princess didn’t understand, run from what? What was it the person, or beast running after her wanting from her. Tilting her head slightly, she stepped closer to him, “Who’s after me?”