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wekiaam · 5 months

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2D NEWSIES: What I would change

I just realised I've been making fake concept art for a nonexistent animated Newsies adaptation for four years now. Over time, I've been getting so many ideas for this adaptation if it ever became real, I thought I would share them with you guys! This includes story changes, cut and additional songs and ideas for characters and style. I would love to know your thoughts on these!

When I started making concept art for "2dsies" as I came to be called, I intended for it to be based on the Broadway version and the Broadway version only. However, stories on stage differ a lot from stories told on screen, it just doesn't work the same way. I do still prefer the storyline of Broadway Newsies, but I think the best version would be a combination of the best parts of all different versions, plus some necessary changes. I would want Newsies to be a love letter to every production we've had, to everyone who made happen and every theatre kid who's been geeking out over it since 1992, while also being its own standalone movie that can be enjoyed by anybody. I am in no way an adequate screenwriter, these are just a few suggestions I have for a better story!

Story

Like I said, the story will be based mainly on the Broadway storyline, meaning we still have Artist Jack, Katherine, and most elements from the show that aren't in the movie. It will, however, be quite different from the show and the movie, and maybe add some more of the real events from the newsboy strike. There are still some details and scenes I would like to add and some I would remove completely.

- I like the history lesson opening from the movie, it gives people just enough background information on the real historical events the story is based on. I don't know if it should be Racetrack or Jack narrating, though.

- In Santa Fe (prologue), Crutchie mentions he's afraid the other boys will find out about his bad leg, even though they all literally know him as Crutchie, and it seems to be the first time Jack tells him about his dream of going to Santa Fe, even though they've clearly been best friends for a long time. It feels off, UNLESS they only just met, which is why I love @raggedy-albert 's theory so much. I would have the scene start off with them as kids, and have them grow up throughout the song.

- I want to add a scene in the beginning of Katherine at the New York Sun to establish her character and motivations, and possibly a little foreshadowing. Just an idea for a scene; she goes to the editor to let him read her story covering the trolley strike, but he reminds her of "her place" and that she's lucky enough to be in the position she's in and that she should go review a vaudeville or something. This would not only give her a similar motivation to the newsies, but also, if we're gonna bring the women's rights movement into the story let's do it right!

- Of course I'd also like to add more romantic interactions between Jack and Katherine, to make their relationship more believable. However, I don't think they should be a couple immediately after the finale, I was more thinking of an open ending to their relationship where Jack takes his first step to staying in New York by finally asking her out.

- Maybe add the actual scene where Jack and Davey visit Brooklyn instead of having them tell the other newsies what Spot said right before Seize the Day. Show don't tell, you know?

- A scene where Jack visits Crutchie at the refuge, similar to the one in the movie, but with the sadness Jack describes it with in the show. Again, show, don't tell. Show me how Jack visits the place of his nightmares again only to find his best friend in a worse state than ever and being unable to save him.

- Katherine punches Jack after the rally. Give it to me.

- Additional scene after Jack and Katherine's song after the rally where Jack formally apologizes to the newsies. Because in the show it just cuts from "omg he's a sellout *spits on the floor*" to "yay captain Jack is back" and it just doesn't sit right with me.

Songs

- There should be an entirely new Pulitzer song. The Bottom Line is good but by far the most skippable song on the cast recording, and The News Is Getting Better (the off broadway cut song) is a little Better but not quite the evil capitalist song we need.

- Swap Something to Believe In for When I See You Again. It's such a sweet song and I think it suits Jack and Katherine a lot better. It's much more "Neither of us know what tomorrow brings but when I'm with you I know we can change things for the better, even if it's scary but for now let's be here together and forget the world for a bit" instead of "I love you but I'm still gonna chase my cowboy dreams"

- Cut Letter From The Refuge, since my idea was to have this be a scene instead.

- Some lyric changes!

In Santa Fe: "Crutchie's callin' me, he's fine, just too damn slow"

In Once And For All: add this lyric from the movie, "Better to die than to crawl".

In Seize the Day: "Friends of the friendless seize the day, raise up the torch and light the way", not in the song but in the reprise where all the working children of the city gather before the finale.

Additional: "Still it seems like the dream of a boy, not a man", from The Truth About The Moon, a cut song from the movie that was supposed to be sung by Sarah. I don't know where I would put this lyric, but it could be said or sung by Jack as he realises what he's really looking for is not actually Santa Fe.

Characters:

- I want to add more girls to the background newsies, first of all.

- Sarah still won't do anything for the plot, but Davey and Les could mention that they have a sister. She's still canon to me.

- Speaking of Les, let's make him more likeable and also more helpful.

- Snyder has two scary dogs with him at all times.

- Just and idea, maybe Denton could still be a character if we replace Darcy with him, or maybe combine the two. Have him be Katherine's chaperone and friend formally, but also her reporter bestie. They could be a fun journalist duo!

Style

- The movie will still include the iconic choreography, which means it couldn't be fully 2D, but rather a mix between hand drawn and CGI.

-I would love for the backgrounds in the movie to be similar to impressionist and romantic art styles from the 19th century, to really sell how it's a story told from Jack's perspective. Especially his dream-like imaginations of Santa Fe would be brilliant in this style.

- I want to include a lot of weather foreshadowing. Rain right before Seize The Day and the sun breaking through when Davey starts singing. Mist surrounding Snyder and sudden darkness whenever he's near. A beautiful sunset when Jack and Katherine are alone on the rooftop. And of course, partly cloudy, clear by evening. It's such a cool way of visual storytelling when you have a plot that has no magic involved, like in most Disney movies.

- The real people characters' designs (Pulitzer, Hearst, Roosevelt) can be based on political cartoon caricature versions of themselves.

And lastly, quotes from the movie I liked that could be inspiring for the animated movie:

-"When I created the World..." "🙄" and "Where was I?" "You created the World, chief?"

- "No, we'll be just a bunch of angry kids with no money"

-"What, you couldn't stay away?" "Well I guess I can't be something I ain't." "A scab?" "No, smart."

Many of these ideas are still in development. Some might work, some may not, but I will be basing any future work I'll post on here on these ideas. I would love to see you guys discuss and add on to these!

#newsies #newsies broadway #broadway #2dsies #jack kelly #livesies #92sies #1992 newsies #katherine newsies

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pluckyredhead · 5 months

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I have fallen down a Fourth World rabbit hole (this is @ngoziu's fault) and am now reading everything DC has ever published with these characters, in order, as is my wont, and I have a lot of thoughts and feelings, so I'm going to start dumping them all here. Sorry.

Background if you have no idea what I'm talking about but want to read this post anyway (why?): in 1971, Jack Kirby left Marvel because he couldn't put up with Stan Lee any longer and came to DC, where they were like "Yes you can do anything you want" (this was a lie). He immediately began writing, drawing, and editing an incredibly ambitious epic that stretched over four simultaneously published books: Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen (we can mostly ignore this one), New Gods, Mister Miracle, and The Forever People. These books came to be known as Jack Kirby's Fourth World Tetralogy.

The books all center around the war between the utopian planet New Genesis, ruled by the benevolent Highfather, and the dystopian planet Apokalips, ruled by the evil Darkseid. At the heart of the narrative is "The Pact," aka The Cosmic Baby Swap. To ensure a (temporary) truce, Highfather and Darkseid traded sons when said children were very young - so Orion, Darkseid's son, is raised on New Genesis, and Scott Free, Highfather's son, is raised on Apokalips. Neither knows who their real father is until adulthood.

Orion grows up in a utopia, but tormented by his feelings of rage and otherness that he can't explain. Scott is raised in a torture orphanage, because that's just what happens on Apokalips, but eventually he escapes to Earth and becomes the escape artist Mister Miracle. The Cosmic Baby Swap begs what to me is the central question of the Fourth World, which is: what is the nature of good? Which boy will be a hero? The one born to good and raised by evil, or the one born to evil and raised by good?

TRICK QUESTION THEY'RE BOTH HEROES!!! GOOD IS MORE POWERFUL THAN EVIL! LOVE WINS AND FASCISM LOSES! This is so, so important to me and any version of these characters that doesn't understand the really not very complex symbolism here is invalid and kind of embarrassing for the writer (looking at you, Tom King).

Also Scott falls in love with and eventually marries Big Barda, one of Darkseid's fiercest warriors, who was born on Apokalips and raised on Apokalips and chooses good anyway. LOVE WINS AGAIN! BARDA TOPS HER TINY HUSBAND IN THE NAME OF PEACE AND COMPASSION!

Sadly DC canceled New Gods and Forever People after only 11 issues, which kind of killed Kirby's whole vision. Mister Miracle limped along until #18, but as a really pale shadow of itself. So we never really got the full scope of Kirby's original plans.

ANYWAY. That's the background. Now thoughts on the actual comics:

Superman's Pal, Jimmy Olsen: I love Jimmy, I love Superman, I love the Newsboy Legion, but this book feels very tangential to the whole Fourth World experiment and I think we can safely set it to the side. However, if you love the 90s Superboy series, I recommend dipping into this because it's the source material for a lot of Kon's worldbuilding (Cadmus, Dubbilex, clone Guardian, etc.).

The Forever People (1971): So I originally read all the Jack Kirby Fourth World stuff like...at least 15 years ago, when I was still relatively new to comics, and I'll be honest: I didn't get it. Kirby is sort of an acquired taste, and I didn't really have any context for what he was doing. I understood the metaphors, but I didn't get why people found the work appealing. And Forever People in particular was the book where I was like "Why. What is the point of this" the most.

Rereading it many years later, I find it to be a lot more moving and profound - like, the Happyland issue alone is a knockout. That said, Kirby is, uhhhh...not great at ensemble characterization without Lee, and the Forever People themselves are unforgivably bland. Default Guy! Big Guy! Black Guy! Girl! Kid! Props to Kirby for making it a not all-white group - and for introducing five out of seven of DC's first Black characters in the space of, like, two years - but it would have been nice if he gave them personalities, too.

New Gods (1971): This is Orion's book and the heart of the Fourth World. At its best, it's the pinnacle of "Makes no sense...compels me, though." Like, "Glory Boat?" I don't understand a single thing that happened in that comic but it's so fucking good. I just want to read thousands of words of comics scholars over the past 50 years going "????" in collective confused admiration.

Mister Miracle (1971): This was the book I was most invested in when I read the Fourth World years ago, because I already loved Scott and Barda from JLI, but now I think it's weaker than New Gods and arguably even than Forever People. Kirby doesn't seem as invested in going all in on Big Concepts here, and Scott escaping endless weird deathtraps is only compelling for so long. The later issues, after the other books were canceled and DC made Kirby pivot away from the Apokalips/New Genesis war, are nothing. But Scott and Barda (and Oberon and Shilo) are everything, so I guess it balances out. Anyway Scott clearly already knows a lot about Earth by the time he meets Oberon and Thaddeus Brown, so DC please feel free to hire me to write a Mister Miracle: Year One miniseries about Scott's arrival on Earth, thank you.

Okay, now for the post-Kirby (or really, intra-Kirby) stuff:

Mister Miracle (1977): This picks up the numbering from the Kirby series, running from #19-25, and was written by Steve Englehart and then Steve Gerber, and it sucks so bad. For three reasons, in escalating importance:

Riddled with continuity holes and factual errors that don't match what Kirby established. Himon is shown on New Genesis - how did he get there? Metron is depicted as subservient to Highfather when Kirby showed him as a neutral, independent agent. Etc.

The treatment of non-Scott characters is largely terrible. Oberon is written really condescendingly (Scott's like "Ride on my shoulders like you used to!" even though they definitely did not ever do that before, because Oberon is not a child). When Scott feels guilty that he's not actively fighting the war, Highfather's like "I don't want you to fight because I feel bad that I traded you to Darkseid, let Orion do it" as if that isn't the root of Orion's severe emotional trauma TOO. And worst of all is Barda, who is knocked out and captured in the first issue and spends pretty much the entire rest of the series unconscious, waiting for Scott to rescue her - except for the brief scene where she wakes up brainwashed, requiring Scott to beat the shit out of her. Lovely.

The series is reeeally fixated on the notion that Scott is a god, and extrapolates that to Scott deciding he's the messiah. Now, I'm not going to say that the Fourth World can't be used to explore Christian themes just because Kirby is Jewish, because Kirby was very definitely exploring biblical themes extensively and frankly I don't know enough about the Bible to say whether he was sticking religiously (ha) to the Old Testament. But I do think taking one of the central characters of a Jewish man's magnum opus and making him the messiah is, uh, pushing it. And there's no way to argue he's not a Christian messiah because, uh, he T-poses a lot in this series and Granny also specifically states that if Scott is the messiah, she'll find an anti-Christ to combat him (which...wouldn't that sort of by default be Orion? which just further proves that the idea of a messiah really doesn't work in the Fourth World framework). Anyway it's gross and I hate it.

New Gods (1977): I'm kind of using this as a catchall to cover all of Gerry Conway's New Gods work, which includes the actual 1977 New Gods series (which picks up the numbering from Kirby, so it's #12-19), the conclusion of the story in Adventure Comics, and the Justice League of America crossover with the Fourth World. (Also there's one issue of Super-Team Family where Lightray and Metron team up with the Flash to save Orion, who has grown really really big, but that doesn't fit with the rest of Conway's continuity so I guess we can ignore it.)

Anyway this stuff is not as infuriating as Mister Miracle, but it's also not...good. The central concept is that Darkseid has discovered that the Anti-Life Equation is contained within the brains of six humans, so Highfather sends six New Gods to protect said humans: Orion, Lightray, Metron (he doesn't work for you, Highfather), Forager (also does not work for you), Lonar, and Sensational Character Find of 1977, Jezebelle of the Fiery Eyes (Original Character Do Not Steal).

Mostly this series is frustrating because all the New Gods are wildly incompetent and fail completely at their tasks. Orion is dumbed down to The World's Most Basic Superhero (he has a big O on his chest now!). I spent the whole time yelling "HE CAN'T FLY, GERRY!" at the comics. Forager is lumped in with no mention of that whole thing where...he's a New God who was raised among the Bugs, who are being persecuted by the New Gods? I feel like that should be explained or at least addressed? (Presumably Kirby would have gotten around to it eventually.) Forager also should not be flying but here he does. I guess. Lonar flies too but mostly on his horse, which bothers me less for some reason, I'll accept a flying horse. (Also Lonar's human he's supposed to protect is Inuit and hoo boy is this comic racist. The poor guy wears a fur diaper the whole time and speaks a completely made up language.)

And then there's Jezebelle of the Fiery Eyes. Who is blue, for reasons that are never explained, and wears a bikini and fishnets because it's 1977, and mentions her fiery eyes (heat vision) every time she speaks. She's from Apokalips, but defected to New Genesis during battle. Which, like...I appreciate that Conway recognized that this team should have a female character, but what with Orion, Scott, Barda, and Inexplicably Present Himon, it feels like we have enough characters who have defected from Apokalips in some way? And it's just super weird that the ONLY female characters we have seen from New Genesis are Beautiful Dreamer of the Forever People (trapped in another dimension indefinitely) and Scott's dead mom. Like, what's the implication here? Heaven doesn't have women? Also, I know Conway was going for biblical names to match New Genesis and Izaya (he also introduces a Lucifar), but, like...Jezebelle? JEZEBELLE. Your only female New God and you named her "whore." Amazing.

And with that, we have covered the New Gods in the 70s (minus some Mister Miracle/Batman teamups). Next time: the 80s, and Kirby tries so so hard to kill Orion but DC won't let him.

#fourth world #orion #mister miracle #scott free #big barda #barda free #meta

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yetanotherkris · 5 months

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Heyyyy can you tell me exactly what the kosa newsies strike is? I've been seeing it around and I don't know :/

i'm glad you asked! so, as many people know, the KOSA (Kids Online Saftey Act) is an act feigning to be in favour of childeren/teen safety in online siuations- but it is entirely the opposite. it removes many safe spaces and information websites for kids in the lgbtq+ community, as well as other safe spaces for poc childeren, and anyone who may feel alone it the USA. it also restricts education topics, especially sex ed, when it is a vital tool for many kids in the USA. the KOSA Newsie strike is based around the movie/musical newsies, which revolves around a group of teens fighting their adult oppressors (it is based around the 1899 newsboy strike btw, a real thing that happened). The kosa newsie strike is made to spread awareness, and make those in the usa be able to have their say, and change it from being put into place. admittedly it isn't exactly the same situation, but things like this have worked in the past!

@the-realest-spot-conlon is the leader of it, all information surrounding it can be found on their page- TLDR; kosa sucks, newsies forever, check out @the-realest-spot-conlon for more info

#screw kosa #fuck kosa #stop kosa #kosa #kosa bill #bad internet bills #kids online safety act #stop kids online safety act #kids online safety bill #kosa newsie strike #kosa act #kosa newsies strike #kosa 2024 #kosa lies

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baura-bear · 1 year

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MAURA MAURA MAURA hiii :333 how are you how's stuff going!!! popping in to check in on you. hope you're feeling better bc i know you had a tougher time lately!!

and im here to dump my trans4trans javid tthoughts here. ok so i once read a really nice fanfic that portrayed david as presenting as a boy first to get a job as a newsboy after mayer's injury (i imagine they didn't take in girls or at least not too eagerly) and it was the first time he ever felt good and like truly himself. plus the name he chose . david. it was powerful and had significance as he was a Jewish person and like. obviously he felt so great!! and he also binded. though he was so anxious that the newsies would see that he isn't a "real" boy (obviously only using such wording to like. illustrate david's thoughts) but they didn't!! and david was welcomed and obviously there was also jack. and they were pretty infatuated right from the start. ok now just wanted to make clear that im just sharing my thoughts now. as for jack's transness i think the guys at the lodge all know? they've known jack for so long and he's their friend and he definitely trusts them a lot and obviously they support him! he's their guy!!! he's jack!!!! but they also obviously don't tell anyone that jack is trans. jack doesn't tell either. but as i was saying. jack and dave connect immediately and they get pretty enamored right away, and everyone could see that as well. and i imagine the first time jack learned that david is trans was when he had the talk with pulitzer... and pulitzer obviously disclosed some pretty personal information about david (his deadname) along with threatening to hurt his family if jack didn't comply. and since then jack knew obviously, and i think that only made him fall harder because. what are the odds that the guy you're in love with is *like you* in such a deep way? that he'll be able to understand you? that he'll take you seriously and you won't have to worry about not being perceived as a real guy? and after the strike when jack came back and everything was okay again. they definitely got closer and closer until eventually the inevitable Thing happened. a kiss probably or just a touch that was so unmistakably tender that they couldn't ignore their feelings any longer. and jack, before saying that he's in love, says that he knows david is trans. david literally gets paler than a sheet of paper and panics and wants to start apologizing but then jack quickly cuts him off with "no, dave, me-- me too! it's okay!" and then it sinks in for david and he's also so overwhelmed but in a good way and he can't help but just laugh and probably stim a bit because he's delighted for the same reason that jack is!!! and they definitely confess their feelings and they're so so very happy together. two boys in love :-)

DAVE DAVE DAVE!!!!! HI!!! Thank you for checking in :))) I’m alright! School starts soon so I’m a little nervy but I’m ok. I hope you’re doing well!!!!!

I HAVE DEFINITELY READ PART OF THIS FIC BEFORE (idk if I finished it but I remember loving it)

The the part about Jack finding out about Dave in Pulitzers office. Like,,, he realizes how much more danger David is in than he initially thought. And like it completely changes Jack and Snyder’s dynamic and why Snyder is so obsessed with catching this boy and how brutal his time in the Refuge might have been

And,,, David finding out that Jack knows. His entire world falls out from beneath him and he thinks this is just another person that he drove away because he doesn’t know how to be normal but the second he realizes Jack is safe he probably cries through laughter because what the fuck what a roller coaster of emotions to go on. And they just hug each other for a really long time and David probably says something about thinking he was the only one. And Jack’s like “oh boy have I got a surprise for you” because there are so many trans newsies (because I said so)

Also it makes David so happy to hear Les happily running around telling everyone that David is his older brother :’)

t4t Javid is the only Javid I love them sm

#david jacobs #jack kelly #Javid #asks

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flowersarefreetherapy · 1 year

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You Are My Sunshine: drabble

CW: Flirting, innuendos, really just pure, tooth-rotting fluff!

“The twenties were awesome.”

Robin puts down their fork, staring at Thad for several very long seconds. Until now, their dinner has been boring, just discussing their days and what the kids have been up to. The Dempseys made it to dinner, and their phone rests next to their plate so they can continue texting their sister.

“The twenties?” Ezra asks. “Like the nineteen twenties?”

“Yeah! The clothes, the food, the parties, all of it!”

“Thad,” Robin says very slowly. “Us? In the twenties?”

Thad nods. “I think we’d do splendidly.”

Robin slowly looks around the table, at the each of the Dempseys and then back at their husband. Their Japanese-American husband. Married to a non-binary lawyer. And their kids. Who wouldn’t be allowed to sit in the same restaurant together, let alone hold hands when they walk down the street.

“Thad. The twenties were not a good time.”

“I, I, I like them,” Star shrugs. “I like the, the fashion.”

“Yes, see, the fashion!” Thad watches them, a large smile on his face.

Robin sighs. Their phone buzzes with a new text. “The fashion may have been good, but the laws were anything but that. And I wouldn’t have been able to practice.”

Thad’s smile falls. He mutters something about how Robin is right and is always right and he just thought it would be fun. They feel a pinch of guilt, but it fades when Ezra says, “I don’t know, I think the twenties would be fun too.”

Robin groans, running a hand down their face. “The twenties would not have been fun.”

“I could sell newspapers, make some coins, chill on rooftops all day.”

“Newsies isn’t real,” Daniel mutters. “Ow! Robin, Ezra kicked me!”

“Stop kicking each other,” Robin sighs. “And you’re wrong. Sort of. Newsies is based on actual events, so yes, you could have joined a strike during that time.”

“I, I want to join a, a strike.”

“No one is joining strikes. Please. If we lived back then, I wouldn’t want to bail you out of jail.”

“I really just want to see you in a flapper dress,” Thad mutters.

Robin freezes, staring at him. They struggle to breathe for several seconds, their mind going blank with the suggested idea. Because that would mean Thad would be wearing suspenders and a fancy jacket—

Absolutely no need to go down that rabbit trail while you’re eating.

Daniel pretends to gag. “Ew!”

“Thad,” Ezra groans. “Why would you say that in front of us?”

“I, I, I wouldn’t mind seeing Daniel in, in one,” Star says.

Ezra instantly perks up. “Oh, now that is an idea. I think he would look good on a sparkly one, preferably with those thin straps and a very short—“

“Okay, thank you, that’s enough, please,” Robin interrupts. “I vote we move the topic elsewhere.”

“Why?” Ezra asks. “We’re just discussing fashion with Daniel.”

“Ezra.”

“Besides, it’s not like we started it.” Ezra turns to Thad with a far-too innocent grin on his face. “What style are you picturing for Robin?”

A rich blush creeps up Thad’s neck. Robin stares him down, daring him to say something he’ll regret. He coughs and shifts his weight. Star softly chuckles.

“I, I don’t think he, he wants to, um, answer that.”

“I’d rather not,” Thad whispers.

“Probably all for the best,” Ezra agrees. “It would be even skimpier than we were describing, I’m sure.”

Thad chokes on his drink. Robin very purposefully picks up their phone and responds to Maria. She’s asking how the night is going, and they’re tempted to beg for rescue. Instead, they tell her everything is fine and that Thad is causing chaos.

“I don’t know.” Daniel leans back in his seat. “Ezra in a newsboy cap and long coat?”

“Please save the rest of this conversation for when you are home,” Robin says. “I really don’t want to know.”

“Not even if, if, if Thad was wearing, um, wearing one too?”

Star’s smile is far too innocent. Robin buries their face in their hands and mutters several choice words in Spanish. Ezra laughs and says he’ll wear those clothes if Daniel agrees to wearing a dress. Robin dares to glance at their husband, expecting him to stop the conversation. Instead, Thad winks at them. As if their children aren’t at the table.

They don’t care and you know this.

“Okay,” Robin says. “Are we ready for dessert?”

“I’m good,” Ezra says. They register his grin far too late as he takes Daniel’s hand. “Star and I have our dessert right here.”

“Ezra!”

“Well, we should be going. Thank you guys so much for dinner.”

Daniel laughs and pulls Ezra back into his seat. “We’re staying.“

“Aren’t you awfully bossy all of a sudden.”

Star coughs and they both look at him. He raises an eyebrow and Robin swallows back a laugh at how quiet the two become. They glance at Thad, who could win the Olympics of no eye contact at this point. He isn’t going to help them put out this fire. Instead, they go and get the cookies they baked that afternoon. Maria’s recipe and she’ll be thrilled to know they actually baked them this time.

“Here you go.” They set the cookies in front of Thad. “Do you want dessert?”

Thad smirks. “I think I want to eat something else instead.”

Of course you were going to say that. Robin leans close and whispers, “If I were you, I would take the cookies. What if I am the one eating tonight?”

Thad’s face returns to its lovely shade of red. Robin offers the cookies to the others, who have thankfully finished their bickering. They manage to get through the rest of dessert without having to wrangle their husband or their children, but still can’t get the mental picture of Thad wearing a suit out of their mind.

I guess it’s time to go shopping then.

Tagging: @pigeonwhumps @blood-is-compulsory (please let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

#flirting #innuendos #fluff #daniel the protector #ezra my boy #star my beloved #thad #robin #sunshine house

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emotionalcadaver · 2 years

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Part 1: These Devilish Intentions

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Lucy earns herself a new name and a fearsome reputation.

Word Count: 3,120

Notes: Warnings for depictions of blood, violence, murder, and drugging.

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Chapter 7: The Red Demon

There was a new woman working behind the bar. A tiny thing, with black hair and shining green eyes, light freckles doting her nose. Jeremy could have sworn that he’d seen her before, but he couldn’t place where. Not that it was of much concern; here barmaids tended to come and go.

He kept his eyes trained on the door, forever prepared to sound the alarm should a familiar face obscured by a newsboy cap appear across the threshold. There was almost no one else in the pub aside from their little group of rebels; just two women smoking in the corner and giggling.

“Where’s Jill?” one of his companions, Daniel, asked as the barmaid came to their table, setting their drinks down in front of them each carefully.

“She’s sick. Asked me to cover her shift for her. She’ll be back by next week,” the barmaid said.

“Pretty that one is,” commented Alexander, eyes trained on the barmaid as she walked away.

“I prefer Jill,” sulked Daniel.

“Enough of that talk,” ordered Jimmy, lighting a cigarette. “We’re here to talk about ending the Peaky Blinders. You can discuss which woman you'd prefer to get your dick wet on your own time.”

The men grumbled but quieted down. Jeremy took a nervous gulp of his beer. He always hated these meetings. They were too exposed, all together like this. Too easy to corner. And there was something about tonight in particular, some sudden sense of foreboding that made the hairs on his arms stand up in alarm. Something was wrong.

“I’ve gotten another letter from our benefactor in London. The weapons will be delivered no later than the beginning of next week. Once we have them, the real work can begin.”

A murmur of agreement rumbled throughout the group.

“Jeremy?”

He looked up from his beer to Jimmy’s wrinkled face. “Yes, sir?”

“What news do you have for us?”

He took another large gulp of beer. “Nothing much. Mostly it’s been quiet since they killed Xavier,” there were a few mumbles amongst the men. Xavier had been a long time friend to many of them. “There’ve been some rumors, though. That Thomas has got some sort of new assassin working for him,” Jeremy added.

“Another round?” he just about jumped out of his seat as the barmaid appeared suddenly behind him, another tray of filled glasses balanced in her hand. She set them down on the table and sashayed away. Jeremy waited until she was behind the bar before he spoke again.

“They’re saying that’s who killed Xavier.”

“I thought that Thomas killed Xavier.” George questioned from his spot tucked into the far corner of the booth. Jeremy shrugged helplessly.

“We need hard facts, Jeremy, not rumors,” Jimmy said sternly.

“If it’s true, we might need to be more careful–”

“Well, then you better find out if it’s true or not then, shouldn’t you?”

He looked back down into his drink. “Yes, sir,” he downed the rest of the glass and immediately reached for another from the tray the barmaid had set down on the table.

“You hear anything else from our friend in London, Jim?” Alexander asked.

“No.”

“How are we paying this guy again?” Oliver frowned. Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“I told you, Ollie, he’s not asking for money. Just that once we’ve dealt with the Blinders, we ensure that his stolen…property is returned to him. That’s the payment.”

Jeremy flinched and took another deep sip of his beer. He had never liked talking about human beings as if they were objects like that. A hand reached up to rub at his temples. He was starting to feel very, very tired. An unshakable grogginess making his head feel like it was full of stones. Christ, he hoped that he wasn’t coming down with something.

He didn’t listen to much else of what the other men around him were saying, too busy fighting to keep his eyes open, a headache beginning to pound in his temples. From the corner of his eye, he saw the barmaid moving about–what the fuck was she doing?

“Does anyone else feel weird?” William asked, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. Jeremy blinked, his mind and movements sluggish.

“I-”

The sound of the gunshot was so loud, for a moment Jeremy thought that it had deafened him, hands flying to his ringing ears at the same time that he hurled himself to the ground, trying to get under the table. In front of him, Daniel’s head exploded into a bloody mess.

They all tried to move, some of them to get down under the table or behind chairs for cover, while others tried to return fire. But their movements were slow and unsteady. Two more shots rang out and both George and Gabriel’s bodies crumpled.

Finally, Jimmy managed to pull his gun out and get a shot off, but the barmaid ducked behind the bar. Jeremy was vaguely aware of the women in the far booth screaming, clinging to each other in the chaos.

For a moment, there was silence.

“What the fuck, what the fuck,” chanted William as he struggled to pull his gun from its holster.

“You two,” hissed Jimmy to Oliver and Samuel, “go around that side of the bar, Jeremy, come with me. We’re going to corner the bitch. The rest of you stay down.”

Gun shaking in his hands and movements still staggering, Jeremy followed Jimmy towards one end of the bar while Oliver and Samuel took the other side. All of them were dangerously unsteady on their feet, the arms clutching their guns trembling and swaying. On the count of three, they rounded the corner, guns pointed at the empty space.

“Where the fuck did she go?”

Slowly, they began to advance behind the bar, guns still raised. Jimmy leaned forward, eyes peering into the darkness of a cavity beneath the bar used to store extra glasses.

She exploded from the cavity in a sudden flurry of movement, like a monster rising from the darkness. There was a violent slash, and a sudden red waterfall burst from Jimmy’s throat, where she had practically severed his head from his body with her blade. In one quick movement, she grasped Jimmy’s body by the waist and spun them, using his torso as a shield as she fired off another round of bullets into Oliver’s head.

Diving back behind the bar to avoid getting shot, Jeremy only heard as Samuel returned fire, and a quiet yelp from the woman. He peeked his head out just in time to watch her lunge forward with a speed that was utterly inhuman, grabbing Samuel’s wrist and twisting it so that his gun was pointed away from her, a dagger stabbing over and over into his chest. She let Samuel fall with a heavy thump, head snapping around in Jeremy’s direction. For the brief flash of a second that he was able to make out her face before he ducked his head back down behind the bar, Jeremy could have sworn that she was grinning.

Overturning one of the tables, Jeremy all but cowered behind it, the vision of Jimmy’s head lolling back, held only by a thin sliver of skin, replaying over and over in his mind. Christ, what the hell were they trapped in here with? He had expected that eventually the Blinders would come for them. But he had never expected them to send a fucking demon after them.

It was then that William tried to make a run for the door, only making it a few steps before a knife embedded itself into his back. For a moment, his entire body went rigid, arms halfway up in the air, before falling face first to the floor.

Jeremy clutched his gun tightly to his chest and squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck, he couldn’t think. His movements were too slow. There must have been something in the beer she gave them.

Across the room, huddled together behind another table, he could see Alexander. Nicholas had used William’s attempt at escape to sneak in closer to the bar. Rounding it, he lunged forward, and managed by some miracle to grab the assassin. She snarled, inhuman and spine chilling, twisting in his arms like a snake. Grasping Nicholas’s arm, she forced it upwards so that the shot he fired embedded itself in the ceiling instead of her gut. He grabbed at her hair with his free hand, yanking away the black wig to reveal hair the color of blood, wrenching her head back. Clearly struggling to keep the arm with the gun pointed away from her, the woman–no, demon, he was certain that was what she was–opted instead to sink her teeth into Nicholas’s forearm. He howled.

“One of you idiots fucking shoot her!”

His shout shook Jeremy into action, rising from his cover and firing. But his aim was off, first shot only managing to smash a few glasses to the right of the demon’s head. He sucked in a deep breath, steadying his next shot, and in the exact moment that he fired, the demon twisted herself and Nicholas so that their positions were flipped. Jeremy’s bullet hit where his mark had been standing a moment ago, bullet coming to lodge in Nicholas’s throat. Nicholas’s grip on the demon slackened, grasping at the hole in his neck. The demon shoved him away from her, pulled a fresh revolver from inside her coat, and shot him in the head.

Scrambling, Jeremy took the brief moment that she was distracted by shooting Nicholas to hurtle himself towards the doors. Maybe, if he was quick enough–

Her shot hit him in the right knee, leg buckling immediately and sending him crashing to the floor, wailing. His gun fell from his sweaty hands in the fall, vision blurring as his head smacked hard against the floor.

He could hear her footsteps, heavy thumps against the floorboards as she walked around the bar. Poor Alexander didn’t stand a chance. The second that he rose from his cover he’d be shot dead. Something that the man seemed to realize. Jeremy still couldn’t see very well, blinking hard in an attempt to rid himself of the blurriness. But he could still hear Alexander’s voice.

“Wait. Please. I surrender. I’m sorry, just wait, please–”

Another gunshot and a wet thump were all that followed the pleas.

He could hear her footsteps, moving slowly towards him, the sound of the revolver cocking. Palms slipping on the blood seeping over the floor, pushing with his uninjured leg, he began to crawl towards where his gun had slid away from him.

His fingers just brushed over the cool metal when the demon’s foot pressed heavily to his wrist. A hand grasped him by the shoulder, rolling him over onto his back. She kicked the gun further away from him, and knelt down so that they were at eye level, terrible green eyes blinking slowly at him. Blood covered half of her pale face, dark red hair a mess of curls dancing around her chin.

“Tommy said that you should be last,” the demon said finally, voice that had been high and musical now low and rasping. She holstered her gun, pulling from her pocket a switchblade.

“Please,” Jeremy said, widening his eyes, hoping to somehow appeal to her better nature. If that even existed. “Please. Just let me go. I’ll leave town. You’ll never see me again. I’m sorry.”

“He said,” the blade unsheathed with a click. “That we will use you to send a message. You’re going to help us ensure that no one in this town ever even thinks of rebellion ever again,” she cupped his face with one hand, holding his head still even as he tried to wrench it away, the blade approaching his face.

“You’re a demon,” he choked out. She hesitated just a moment, head tilting to the side.

“Maybe so,” she whispered, and brought the blade to his eyes.

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Once she finished with the eyes, she sliced through Jeremy’s throat like butter, tossing him back to the ground as he gurgled and drowned. One by one, she went to each body sprawled out on the floor, checking to make sure they were really dead, and slicing a horizontal line across their eyes with her blade.

The mark of the Blinders. So there would be no mistake who was responsible for the killings.

In most of their pockets, she found little more than lint and cigarettes, but tucked into Jimmy’s innermost coat pocket she found a stack of letters, tied together with string, all addressed from London. Their benefactor. She flipped the first one open, and nearly dropped the entire little stack of paper.

No.

Her eyes skimmed over the words scrawled out onto the letter, barely processing them. She did not need to glance at the bottom, where the name of the sender was signed in looping letters.

She would know her father’s handwriting anywhere.

Swallowing a wave of nausea, she straightened, pocketing the letters. She was barely aware of the whimpering cries of the two women still huddled in the corner of the pub, clinging to each other with their eyes closed. They flinched at the sound of her footsteps towards them, sobbing when Lucy laid her fingers on their cheeks, turning their faces to look at her.

“You tell people what happened here today,” and then she was moving to the door, halfheartedly wiping at the sticky blood covering her face with her handkerchief as she stepped outside.

∗ ∗ ∗

It was only around the time that she had made her way back to the betting shop did she begin to grow vaguely aware of the throbbing ache in her left bicep. The bullet had only grazed her, thankfully, but the wound still stung. And she was growing more and more certain that she would have bruises blooming across her torso within a day or two.

Still, she wasn’t dead. That in itself was some kind of success.

“Holy Jesus,” Polly said the second she staggered through the door, jumping from her seat. Lucy only really realized in that moment just how frightening she probably looked; drenched in blood, hair a mess, eyes a touch unfocused. “Tommy!”

“I’m alright,” she mumbled, even as Polly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her into a seat at the kitchen table.

“You’re covered in blood.”

“It’s not mine,” she said at the exact moment that Tommy walked into the kitchen, took one look at her, and went white as a ghost. “At least mostly.”

“Where are you hurt?” Polly asked. Lucy gestured to her arm. The woman set about filling a bucket of water, grabbing rags, a bottle of alcohol from the cabinet, and a kit to stitch her up with. Tommy approached her slowly, cautiously, sinking into the chair beside her while his hand reached out, tracing lightly along her face.

“I got them all,” she told him, nodding urgently. He swallowed hard but nodded. Polly set the bucket full of water on the kitchen table.

“I’ve got it, Pol,” he said. She looked like she wanted to argue, but just glanced between the two of them and nodded, going into the back where the offices were. Tommy dipped the rag into the water, ringing it out before he began to carefully wipe her face. The white rag came away stained bright red.

“You’re alright?”

“Mhm.”

He began to clean the blood away from her arm, before pouring a helping of alcohol over the wound and grabbing the needle and thread Polly had prepared. Head rolling back, she let her eyes slide closed as he silently worked, suddenly exhausted.

“You’ll be getting the shakes soon,” he said. “Once your blood cools down.”

“Fun.”

He tied off the string and wrapped a strip of cloth around the stitches. Moving with her good arm, she reached into her pocket.

“We have another problem,” she tossed the letters onto the table. He picked up the top one, eyes scanning fast across the page. “Lifted them from the leader’s pocket.”

“Victor Winters?”

“Three guesses who that is,” she bit at her bottom lip. “My guess is he’s still working with Matthew. There’s no other way he could afford to send so many weapons otherwise.”

Tommy set the first letter down and picked up another one. As he read, his hand curled over the one she had resting on the table, warm and reassuring.

“I won’t let them hurt you.”

Taking a deep breath, she let the promise wash over her, wrap around her in a reassuring embrace. “I know,” her head bowed forward. Why couldn’t they just let her go? It was hard for her to imagine that she was worth all of this trouble. Tommy leaned forward, until their foreheads all but bumped into each other. His thumb rubbed along her knuckles.

“You’re going to be okay.”

She nodded, closing her eyes. “Thank you,” she hoped that he knew that she didn’t just mean for his comfort and protection, but for the home and purpose he had also gifted to her. His head turned, a kiss pressing to her temple. Breaths stuttering, her mind whirled at the movement, unable to comprehend much outside of how soft and warm his lips felt against her skin. Her heart felt like it was about to pound free from her chest, and not just from the effect of the adrenaline slowly leaving her veins.

Tommy pulled back, but kept his hand curled around hers, reading carefully through each of the individual letters scattered across the table. The door opened, Arthur walking in, removing his cap and sliding a hand through his hair.

“Hey, Tom,” he greeted, then clapped her on the shoulder. “Good work, Lucy.”

“How do you know what even happened yet?”

“Word’s already out on the streets.”

“Oh.”

He disappeared into the back. Lucy ran a hand through her hair, ruffling at the tangled curls, looking down at her blood stained clothes and sighing.

“I should go back to my flat. Get cleaned up.”

Tommy stood, moving to grab his coat and hat from the hook on the wall. “I’ll walk you home.”

“You don’t have to,” she stood, arms wrapped around herself.

“I’d like to.”

Her shoulders shrugged. It wasn’t like she minded his company. “Okay.”

They said nothing as they winded through the streets towards her apartment building. All around them, she could hear the fragments of conversations, of whispered murmurings and flickering glances shot her way. Words that spoke of Tommy Shelby’s Red Demon, and how she had just slaughtered a room full of men.

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plzplzplz can u do a 92!specs w prompt #24 🙏🙏 hes criminally underrated

Combining this with another request! Let me know what you think!!

"specs/reader w prompt 24 pleasssee!!! btw i love ur writing!! <;3"

Still accepting blurb requests!

Fluff 24 - "Do you want to go out sometime...?" || "Like a date?" || "Y-yeah, like a date"

"Here comes your lover girl, Specsy!" Race teased, nudging the aforementioned boy in the ribs, a knowing grin on his face.

"Shut it, Race," Specs groaned, standing up from where they had been sitting together on the pavement, eating what they had managed to scrounge together for lunch.

"I'm just saying you should ask her out!" Race said with a groan. Specs felt heat crawling up his neck at the words, sending a silent thankful prayer that Y/N was still far away enough that she wasn't in earshot of the newsies.

"Oh yeah, great idea - I'll just let myself be humiliated, shall I?" Specs said, rolling his eyes and fumbling around in his bag to pull out a newspaper for the girl approaching him with a shy smile on her face.

"Better than us having to watch you act all lovestruck," Race said, and Specs didn't have to look back to know that his friend was smirking.

"I could ask her out for you," Romeo piped up - drawn into the conversation, as he always was, at the mention of romance.

"Just what I was hoping for, Rome - any chance I have with this girl getting completely tanked," Specs hissed drily. "Stay out of it - both of you," he demanded, flashing a final, deathly glare to his friends before stepping away.

Y/N had paused a little way down the street, her eyebrows raised slightly as she watched the exchange. Specs smiled at her as he walked over, holding out the paper ready for her to take.

"Hey, Specs," she greeted, passing him the payment in return.

"Hey, Y/N - you having a good day?"

"Yeah - it's been alright, thanks," Y/N said. "What was all that about?" She asked with a slight nod towards where Specs could feel his friends still staring at them.

"Just Romeo and Race being annoying," Specs said, waving off her concern. "Nothing to worry about."

"Trying to steal your sale?" Y/N asked with a teasing grin.

"As if they could take my best customer away from me," Specs scoffed. Y/N laughed, nodding her head.

"True - they'd have to be peddling some real good headlines to convince me to buy from anyone but my favourite newsboy," she agreed. Specs knew he was bright red at the casual compliment, but didn't have it in himself to feel embarrassed about it when she was smiling at him like that.

"I'll have to make sure I stay on my A-Game, then," Specs responded.

"I should let you get back to your friends," Y/N said after a moment of silence. Specs just nodded, even as his heart sank a little in his chest. And he turned back to rejoin Race and Romeo.

His two friends, though, were making wild hand gestures at him, glaring as they tried to sign to him to finally make his move. Specs groaned and turned back again.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Yeah?" Y/N responded, turning back around eagerly.

"How would you..." Specs bit his lip. "Do you want to go out sometime?" He finally blurted out. He trained his eyes to the ground, preparing himself for the rejection that he was sure would come.

"Like a date?" Y/N asked quietly. Specs nodded, his skin crawling as he prepared himself for the worst case scenario he could think of.

But then, Y/N took a quick step forwards and Specs felt lips press against his cheek, featherlight. He looked up at her again, mouth slightly open in awe.

"I've been waiting for you to ask me for weeks."

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Funk Up The Night

Miraculous Ladybug salt fic (Felix salt, Lila salt, Gabriel salt, Nino salt, original character protagonist, Alya sugar, tw: racism, torture, sexism, ableism, teens assaulting other teens, suicide mention, p*dophilia). (This fic is a sequal to another fic I made before that got hidden because it's a reblog and my third fanfic)

Narrator PoV

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In the dark of night at a secret government base, Felix Fathom is using the powers of the stolen peacock miraculous to infiltrate the facility. The boy snaps all of the guards into his Red Moon, a fate that he has no intention of freeing them from. However, Felix can't shake the idea that someone is watching him...

After a few minutes, Felix finds his goal: a safe full of hoards of wealth and confidential information kept secret by his late father. As Felix opens the safe he feels a strong gust of wind move past him, but he pays it no mind. After all, isn't Felix invincible?

Felix takes a few steps into the safe before he senses someone watching him again. This time, Felix catches his stalker standing behind him. From far away, Felix thought the mysterious person was some type of dirty peasant: he was wearing a baggy black shirt, a tattered navy cravat that layed untucked, and a black newsboy cap that covered his coily black hair. But closer inspection made Felix doubt that assumption: the boy in front of him also had black, knee-length boots that covered his black pants and elbow blue gloves. Felix tried to focus on his face, but it looked like he painted himself with grey make-up. The mystery boy also had a trail of floor length blue feathers popping out of the sections of his arms that weren't covered by his gloves. Before Felix could insult his fashion choices, the stalker finnaly spoke:

"Fancy bumping into you here." the boy said while placing his hands on his hips. "Out to find some answers about your father, are we?"

His golden eyes reminded Felix of someone he met in France, but he couldn't place it.

"You have quite the familiar face and I assume you are using the same powers, but you will have to forgive me; do we know each other?" Felix demanded.

"Same powers? Don't make me laugh! Your espionage skills back there looked a bit rusty."

Felix snickered at the peasant's insult. "The only rust on me is from the lack of any real challenge. Perhaps you are up to the task?"

"You already disappointed me." The boy said as he held up Felix's ring between his fingers. Horror dawned on Felix's face as he realized that his ring was stolen. Then he pounced on the assailant.

"Stop." With one word, Felix fell to the ground one foot within the thief. "Quite the peculiar object, this ring. According to my sources, all I need to do is snap my fingers and you would vanish without a-" "What do you want?" Felix asked.

"I love it when people get straight to the point." The mystery boy joked. "What is Hawkmoth's secret identity?" "Gabriel Agreste." "Hmm, and here I was thinking it wouldn't be so obvious."

The mystery boy began pacing around in a circle thinking to himself. "Why haven't you told anyone else?" "I was going to deal with him myself." "Of course. So that's why you've been hiding in Britain for the past month?" "I couldn't let Ladybug take my miraculous!" "The miraculous you got making a deal with Hawkmoth in the first place?"

The mystery boy finished his thinking and turned to face Felix. "Well, let's make a deal since you love making those. I'll give you your ring back in exchange for the peacock miraculous." "NO!" "You are in no position to refuse me." The boy thief used Felix's ring to make him feel intense pain, causing the blond to whimper in agony. "Make no mistake, I won't hesitate to end your existence after you helped the terrorist that tried to cause WW 3. My deal is the only scenario where you walk away alive." "Fine!" Felix spat.

"Fantastic!" The mystery boy took off Felix miraculous and used it to transform himself. He then tossed Felix his ring, giving him back his freedom. "And before I forget... Red Moon, I release you from existence!" "NOOO!" Felix screamed. But before he could stop him, the boy snapped his fingers, killing Felix's 'sister'. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!" "You used your powers to create a living weapon. You shouldn't had created her." Felix once again tried to jump the murderer, but he knocked the blonde out with a back hand slap.

Having gotten what he came for, the mysterious boy left Felix in the facility where he would no doubt be arrested by the guards... or worse.

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Timothy PoV

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Timothy Cesaire was having an amazing day. It wasn't often that he didn't have to fake being in a good mood, so he made sure to enjoy it as long as it lasted.

Last week, The Raptor annihilated Techno-Pirate during combat. The villain had an uncomfortable amount of civilian hostages during the long battle, so Timothy weighed his outcomes and decided his solution was for the best. The boy thought that making the 'ultimate choice' for the first time would be bad for his mental health, but it ended up doing the opposite; Timothy felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he realized New York was finnaly free of a blight like Mike Rochip.

Of course, not everyone agreed with his actions. While the hostages defended the Raptor and thanked him for saving their lives, the United Heroez used the incident as evidence that the Raptor had to be taken down. A part of Timothy agreed with them, after his fist time he wondered how many problems he could solve using his new 'solution'. But their criticisms didn't matter to him, Timothy was the one who saved innocent people's lives not the Heroez and their dumb sidekicks. Perish the idea that the aggressors life is equal to their victim, Timothy thought.

But all of that is in the past right now. The Raptor is on hiatus, and Timothy Cesaire is in France to visit his favorite cousin Alya. Of course, Timothy is really here to get rid of Hawkmoth before he makes the earth explode on accident, but that dosen't mean he can't have fun!

As Timothy opened the door to his temporary classroom, he was overwhelmed by a massive sense of déjà vu.

Alya, Marinette, and Adrien were all sitting in the back corner of the class. A boy, Kim I think, threw a paper ball at Marinette's head. The raven haired girl's expression suggested that was normal. When Timothy looked to his left, he expected to see the same orange haired witch that he got fired last time. He expected that he was in a nightmare or some horrible time loop.

Instead, Ms. Mendeleiev, the teacher that Timothy planted into this class, yelled "No throwing things in the classroom, dog boy!!!" What the heck just happened??? "My last names not that kind of Chien!" The jock yelled at the teacher. "And now you're talking back to your teacher? Go to the principles office, now!" "Excuse me-"

The familiar voice filled Timothy's heart full of dread. There's no way that b*tch came back here, Timothy thought to himself. Low and behold, that b*tch was sitting right there. The last time Timothy was in France, he broke Lila's reputation, relationships, and her ankle as revenge for bullying Alya. She was supposed to be in jail for working with Hawkmoth. And yet, there she was. Her hair style was different, and her eye color changed, but it was the same girl. Sitting in the front row. A boy in a trashy outfit, Nino?, was currently throwing himself all over Lila, but Timothy could care less.

"-Kim was only trying to give Marinette his notes for class." Lila lied. Timothy expected the teacher to call her out, but- "You can't keep covering for trouble makers, Iris, but I'll let it off the hook just this once." Ms Mendeleiev stated. WHAT THE WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE??? No matter how Timothy tried to rationalize the situation, nothing in front of him made any coherent sense.

After the disastrous class, Marinette filled Timothy in on the situation. At first, everything seemed to go back to normal after Lila was exposed and Ms. Bustier let go. Then Iris Verde showed up. The new girl charmed every member of the class, including the teacher, into thinking she was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Then, just like Lila before her, Iris accussed Alya/Marinette/Adrien of bullying her. The akuma class just got done giving apologies to the three of them for helping Lila, but they all fell back into their old roles after Iris restarted the whole song and dance. Iris even manipulated Nino to break up with Alya and to become her boyfriend days after Alya and Nino got back togather.

"And that's not even the worst part," Marinette exclaimed over lunch, "I caught Iris kissing Kim, Ivan, and Nathaniel outside of school! She's a liar AND a cheater!" The raven haired girl was discussing ways to expose the new Lila, which caused Adrien to sigh. "Marinette, we showed them a recording of Iris threatening us last week and it didn't work. Nothing's working!" The blonde exclaimed.

Timothy shifted at the sound of Adrien's voice. While he hates to admit his opinion was biased, Timothy didn't like Adrien when he first met him. He didn't like that Adrien associated himself with Lila, even though he was forced to by the Italian's manipulations. Timothy always sought to defend the weak, a category that definitely included Adrien, but he was always close to being strong. The friend of an rich idiot, the former boyfriend of Liar Rossi, the cousin of the boy who helped Hawkmoth, and apparently the son of Hawkmoth... but Adrien was different from them. After realizing that taking the high road dosen't work, Adrien began to proactively defend Marinette and Alya. Sure, it had consequences. Adrien became a social outcast along with the two girls, but if being popular meant hurting two of his closest friends, then he would make the same choice every time. If only every rich kid could be that altruistic.

"Your being quiet, Alya." Timothy changed the conversation. "Oh, I'm sorry I-" before Alya could finish her thought, a voice so loud it sounded like screaming shouted into everyone's ears. "HEY ADRIAN DUDE!!! LET'S HANG OUT AND DITCH THESE LOSERS!!!" Nino shouted. "Agh, Nino I already told you that I can't be your friend if you keep being mean to Marinette and Alya. Also, please keep it down." Adrien politely asked Nino. The loud boy looked hurt by Adrien's words, but then his expression changed to one of rage. "Tch, well I don't want to be your friend as long as you keep hanging out with that ho." Nino direct his insult at Alya. Timothy summoned every ounce of his willpower to restrain himself, who the hell does he think he is???

"Nino, we already told you that Alya never cheated on you!" Marinette said in her friends defense. "LIARS!!!" Nino shouted. After a huff, he left the group to go hang out with Iris and her zealots.

When Timothy and Alya made it to her parent's house, Timothy pulled Alya aside for a talk. "Alya, what the heck! Why didn't you tell me that all of these people were bullying you again!!! I could have-", "Could have what? Break people's ankles!" Sh*t. "Uhh, Alya what are you talking about haha?" "Don't play dumb with me, I already know your secret-" Timothy was dreading when this day would come, when someone close to him would discover his secret identity. While The Raptor has the power to move faster than the eye can see, he dosen't have the power to erase memories... Unless, I give Alya a concussion? But doing that could hurt her really badly, Timothy thought. He felt a cold sweat trickle down his back... I have to do what I must.

"-you are in contact with The Raptor!" Alya wrongly concluded. Timothy breathed a sigh of relief and told Alya what she wanted to hear, "You got me... I'm sorry Alya, but I just couldn't stand to see you hurting like that. That's when The Raptor made an offer to help me in exchange for information from the science lab I have an internship at." Timothy wanted to eat his heart out for lying and manipulating Alya. It's for the greater good, Timothy thought to himself... but he knew that his actions barely made him different from horrible people like Lila.

The rest of their conversation became a blur before they both went to off to bed. Timothy still felt guilty that he could even dare think about hurting his favorite cousin in the whole world. Even back in Martinique, Alya was still the nicest, bravest, greatest person he knew. Meanwhile, I'm... Timothy stopped that train of thought. Right now, he isn't important. What's important is helping Alya and her friends.

The day after tomorrow, Timothy managed to convince Alya and her friend's parents to get the principal to switch their homeroom classes. Alya hated the idea, but her parents and Nora refused to let her go back to the class she was being bullied in.

After Alya was safe, Timothy began to work his magic on the class. Kim, Ivan, and Nathaniel all got exposed as cheaters to their significant others, which tanked Iris' reputation. Then, Timothy convinced Rose and Juleka, the two least evil girls in class, of how evil Iris was. Those two especially felt bad that they isolated Mari and Alya twice, and decided they would switch schools to make it up for betraying their friends trust. When those two went, Mylene and Max followed them. Timothy then convinced Chloe and Sabrina that Iris was a threat, which prompted them to begin bullying Iris and Nino. In one week, Iris power had faded just like Lila had. Now there was only a few things left to do...

Nino received a text from a secret admirer that wanted to meet up. Knowing that his girl was always having flings, he decided to try it out for himself. The location on the text led him to an allyway where a boy stood. "Huh? You're a dude, not a girl!!!" "I can't believe you're this stupid." "Wait, you're that filthy cheaters cousin! What do you want!!!" "This."

Before Nino could react, Timothy sprinted up to him and kicked him in the gut. As Nino layed on the ground in pain, Timothy stomped on every part of his body until he became black and blue. "Believe it or not, this is nothing personal." Timothy lied. "I just needed you out of the way so I could get to Lila." Nino tried to speak, but it came out as grunts because Timothy had stomped on his throat. "Oh, and by the way... this is for Alya!" Timothy said as he kicked Nino hard on his forehead on last time. The loud boy fell unconscious, but not dead.

And now, the real fun begins...

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Angela Diavola was surely having the worst week of her life! First, the black kid from America came back to bother her right after she worked so hard to get back into Ms Bustier's classroom. Did he even know how much work she put in to fix the problems he caused??? "Lila Rossi" was in jail, so Angela had to discard that identity along with that girl's mother. Luckily, Angela tricked one of the crazies into thinking she was "Lila Rossi" and escaped from her prison. Now she was "Iris Verde". But when her "Iris" came back home, her dumb cr*p mom started asking too many questions. Angela had no choice but to get rid of her like all the moms that get too curious. So far a missing persons report hasn't been filed yet, but eventually "Iris Verde" will have to take the fall for the murder after disappearing. Ugh, I'm too stressed to plan! Nino was supposed to go out with me an hour ago but he missed our appointment! Right when Angela was getting ready to leave her ultra secret hideout, the lights went out. "I told you that if you tried to bully anyone in your class again I would come back!!!" an invisible voice spoke, but Angela knew it well. The Italian woman ran to the drawer where she kept her emergency handgun. This time, that dumb islander won't walk away from me! As soon as Angela pulled the gun out the drawer, the lights flicked on and The Raptor appeared behind her. Eat lead, Angela screamed at the him. She fired all of her shots at him, but he dodged each one. Angela then threw her handgun at him, but he caught it. "Where did you even get a gun from?" Before Angela could run away, The Raptor threw her handgun at her head, knocking her onto the floor. Im not going to let him ruin me again, Angela frantically thought. She reached into her back pocket to grab her emergency knife, already coming up with a devious plan. "Ohh, what ever will I do with you..." "Wait! I confess, I'm not 15. Im a 33 year old from foster care with a hormon disorder and I just pretended to be younger to feel safe!!! I promise I won't do it again!" Ha, bird brain dosen't even know that when he drops his guard, I'll stab him in the throat! Angela thought. The Raptor didn't drop his guard. "... It all makes sense now. This whole time, you were an adult manipulating teenagers... YOU WERE DATING TEENAGERS!!!" Angela only then realized that the superhero didn't figure out her secret until she told the truth just now. "Oh, uh, I was just lying!"

The Raptor lunged at the woman. She took out her knife to stab him, but he grabbed it from her and tossed it aside. He then knocked her out. The Raptor considered ending her miserable existence, freeing the world from her blight... but he decided there was a better way.

He tied her up and called the police. When Angela Diavola came to, she was in a max security cell for serial killers like herself. During the investigation, it was discovered that Angela had "disappeared" at least seven different woman who adopted her from the foster care system. Additionally, she left a long string of bullying and, in the worst cases, students taking their own lives from the schools she attended.

Ladybug wanted to feel happy that she was finnaly gone, but knowing the evil depths "Lila" sunk to shook her to her core. "M'Lady, there's a note here." Chat Noir's words brought Ladybug back to reality. As she read the note, she felt a chill go down her spine. Lila's exposure wasn't a happy coincidence.

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"I stole the Peacock miraculous from Felix. Come to the Agreste Mansion if you want it back." Was all that was written on the note. Normally, she would think it's a trap, but her instincts were telling her to follow it's order. Whatever is happening now, is The Raptor's doing.

Ladybug, followed by Chat Noir, made it to the Agreste Mansion. The front door being open made Chat Noir uneasy. Inside, there was a trail of black paint that lead into Gabriel's work room. "Ok, this is clearly a tra-" before Ladybug could finish her thought, Chat Noir made a bee line for the room. Normally, Ladybug would yell at him for being so boneheaded, but something was telling her that Chat was being dead serious right now. "What?" was the only word needed to make Ladybug's skin crawl. Inside the work room was a secret elevator in front of a painting. What Ladybug and Chat Noir discovered at the bottom of that elevator would change their lives forever.

"I see you lot are unfashionably late." The Raptor announced to the duo while facing Hawkmoth. Hawkmoth?! Hawkmoth's here?! Why is Hawkmoth down here?! This has to be some kind of trap or- "Mom?" Chat Noir called out while looking at a casket behind Hawkmoth. "... Adrien?!" Ladybug hid her gasping mouth with her hands. It's happening again. "no." "Adrien, I am your father! Give me Ladybug and your miraculous so I can wish your mother back to life!" "NO!" Hawkmoth then threw out an akuma at Chat Noir. Ladybug wanted to intercept it, but her body refused to move. He's going to turn into Chat Blanc! The world is doomed again and it's all my fault...

At the last second, a hand reached out and crushed the akuma. "Ladybug, now!" The Raptor cried. Without thinking, Ladybug threw out her yo-yo at Hawkmoth's chest, cracking his miraculous. "Nooo-" Hawkmoth collapsed onto the floor coughing. The superheroin ran to the villain and took off his miraculous, which reverted him back to Gabriel Agreste. "Father, how could you do this!" Chat Noir screamed at him. "You ungrateful brat, I could have saved your mother! Saved our family!" Chat Noir slowly walked towards his father, his eyes full of hatred. "Mother's death didn't break our family... you did! You were the one who shut me out! The one that choose not to eat dinner with me anymore! You're the ungrateful one! You don't deserve this house! You don't deserve mother, or me, or Nathile, or anything... cataclysm." "Chat Noir no! Doing that will just make you as bad as he is." Before Ladybug could stop her partner, The Raptor held her back. "It's his choice."

Adrien held his father for the last time.

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i-didnt-do-1t · 1 year

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in the aftermath of the Oscar helping Les that one time, Les is convinced they’re friends- Oscar just enjoys how stressed it makes Davey

“Oscar!”

Oscar inhaled deep and rolled his eyes before he finally turned his attention to the kid on the opposite side of the distribution counter. He glanced upwards at the line of newsboys only to make eye contact with Davey Jacobs whose hands were fidgeting a mile a minute as his gaze was fixed on Les, who in turn was grinning up at Oscar like they were friends.

When Davey looked up for a fleeting second they made eye contact and Oscar had to stop the corner of his mouth from twitching up before he turned his attention back to the kid in front of him, as annoying and high pitched as he was.

“You ain’t limpin’ no more.”

“I’m not! My leg feels so much better, my ma said I should still rest it but I missed seein’ Jack an’ the others.”

Oscar leant down, resting his elbows on the stacks of newspapers in front of him. Morris could handle countin’ out the others on his own for a sec.

“Yeah? An’ how’s your big brother feel ‘bout that?”

“He’s not happy. But Davey’s always stressed so I don’t worry about it too much.”

“Yeah.” He eyed Davey again, a little closer now what with the queue moving forward but also just so fuckin’ tense, and staring at them as his hands played up and down on the handel of his bag. “He seems the type.”

“Morris ever annoy you?”

“Mo’?” He could feel his brothers eyeroll without looking at him as he hauled up another fifty papers. “Yeah, real annoying. Don’t ever stop complainin’”

And Oscar was giving him nothing, voice bored and exhausted, maybe a little mocking but sometimes that was just how he sounded, but the kid beamed at him and Oscar wondered how he’d found himself here.

“Davey’s always complainin’ too! Is always tellin’ me our room ain’t tidy.”

“Brothers right?”

#newsies #oscar delancey #Les jacobs #Davey jacobs

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newsie-collective · 2 years

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Kid Blink

So! Kid Blink won the poll so here we go!

Kid Blink:

(TW: abuse)

Blink’s real name is Louis Baletti. Before becoming a newsie and a bit after as well (until Mush set him straight) Blink was involved with a mob in Chinatown. He also worked in Chinatown as a guide. He was arrested many times.

Blink wasn’t nice when he first joined the newsies.

He saw selling papes as a means to an end and had not planned on getting to know them, nor did he care to at first.

He scared the younger kids and consistently talked back and picked fights with the other boys.

That was until Mush came to his rescue that one night and forced him inside.

See, the people he had been working for before weren’t too happy that he decided to move on to a different job. But after Mush soaked them, they never came back.

Mush also told him he needed to get his shit together or leave the lodging house, so he decided to do just that.

He and Mush grew closer over time after that.

Blink is originally from Queens

When someone asks Blink how he lost his eye he tells a different story every time. Here are some of his favorites:

“I traded it to Weasel for 200 papes”

“The otha guy lost both, so I got lucky”

“I rolled me eyes so hard it fell out”

“I rolled Racetrack fo it an lost”

“I’m part of a secret gang of pirates n lost it in a sword fight”

The actual story is that Blink had a mean old man.

One night he got angry at Blink and decided to punish him via a belt. The buckle hit him in the face, right on his eye, and the injury left him with little to no vision.

The reason he wears the patch is because that eye is incredibly sensitive to light and it will give him a headache if he doesn’t wear it.

Blink’s mother died of tuberculosis shortly before he decided to join the newsies which is why he was okay with living in the lodging house.

Do NOT trust Blink with a lighter. He likes arson. He will burn something down either by accident or on purpose.

He is stupid. Like big himbo. So is Mush, so that definitely makes things interesting.

This is why he is friends with Specs, he needs somebody smart to wack him every now and then.

Inspo posts:

Newsiepedia Masterpost: https://at.tumblr.com/sparkedblaze/masterpost/z6bzhwojo44k

List of Newsies Resources Masterpost: https://at.tumblr.com/what-goesaround-comesaround/list-of-newsies-resources-masterpost/7hiw94mx9ps7

The Real Kid Blink: https://at.tumblr.com/newsieshistory/some-things-we-know-about-the-real-kid-blink-part/7afr2zkylg4u

The Real Kid Blink’s Real Name: https://at.tumblr.com/newsboys-of-1899/was-kid-blinks-name-louis-ballett-or-louis/63i523z9padv

I might add some more later, but that's what I got for now!

Thanks for reading! Feel free to ask questions!

🐰

#newsies #livesies #92sies #askthenewsies #kid blink #mush meyers #newsies of New York #carrying the banner #himbo alert #🐰

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terrifaecapathy · 8 months

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EXTRA EXTRA!!!

NEWS INTERVIEWS PATH!!!

“SO, I HAVE BEEN TOLD YOU ARE QUITE THE FAMOUS FIGURE ON HERE!!!”

“I HAVE A FEW QUESTIONS FOR YOU!!!”

“WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN YOU AND HER?”

“WHY ARE YOU INTENT ON PAILING A GHOST?”

“WHY DO YOU ‘HAVE A HAREM?’”

“I WOULD LOVE IF MY QUESTIONS WERE ANSWERED HONESTLY AND COMPLETELY!!!”

“THANK YOU!!!”

# aughhhhh ## do we have to use famous as a word for me ### that seems a little extreme

# but fine sure whatever ## since this is all anyone knows me for anyway ### theres no point hiding it

# rybane interacted with my blog randomly and made some comments ## confirmed she was flushed flirting ### asked me out

# didnt feel right ## we parted with no harsh feelings ### like it was literally the most normal """breaking up with an heiress""" can get so i really dont get why people still talk about it

# next ## im not really ### thats just more of a

# if the opportunity comes up ## id take it ### no real reason not to

# and finally ## god i wish i knew the answer myself ### i still dont think its as exaggerated as people are making it

# probably most of them are just joking or messing with me ## but ### augh

# yeah ## be on your merry way newsboy ### please dont come back nothing else has happened to me ever

#inbox

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julesthequirky · 2 years

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Toy Soldier - A Michael!Dean and Reader Ficlet

Toy Soldier

Characters/Pairing: A Michael!Dean and F!Reader Ficlet- no ship

Summary: The reader finds Michael!Dean in her apartment.

W/C: 773 words

Warnings: cussing, use of the C word.

A/N: Beta'd by the lovely @princessmisery666. It also feels great to be back in the fanfic realm :)

The door slammed against the wall as you pushed your way inside, arms heaving with shopping bags, as you’d absolutely refused to make two trips. Finally, you dumped the loaded bags on the floor. Heaving a massive sigh of relief, you flipped the hallway light on and kicked the door closed.

The bags needed taking to the kitchen, and you hung your head, readying yourself for the final trip.

Dammit. Once again, you picked up the loot and shuffled to the kitchen. You wanted to do nothing but sit and watch TV, but frozen and refrigerated food needed to be properly stowed away, and they wouldn’t magically walk themselves to their respective places.

It took a while to put everything away. As a reward, you grabbed a cold canned beer from the fridge and headed for the front room.

“How nice of you to finally join me.”

Jesus fuck! You whirled around and threw the can at the intruder. Michael, with the face of Dean, sat on your crapy couch. He caught the can deftly and set it to one side.

“Hope I’m not getting in the way of your… burgeoning alcoholism?” He looked at the can of cheap beer.

You stood, hands curled into fists, breathing hard. “Get out.”

Michael sighed and stood. Dean’s green eyes never left yours. He crooked a finger and gestured for you to come closer. His action stirred a fire within you. It ruffled you the way he expected you to just obey his non-verbal command. He was crazy. It made you feel inferior and childlike as if you were about to be reprimanded for doing something you shouldn’t have.

“Such defiant creatures.” He muttered.

Michael again crooked his finger and gestured you over. This time his eyes lit up blue, seeming to dissolve the thin patience he had. Outrage filled you as he took away your choice, as your feet betrayed you with each step until you stood so close your nose almost brushed his chest.

“Why must you make things harder for yourself?” He asked, tipping your chin and forcing those green irises on you.

“You’re the one breaking and entering into private property.”

“I procured myself a key from your landlord. He was more than generous after explaining the situation.”

“what do you want?” You asked, defeated.

“I need information.”

What information did he need that required you?

“And you’re going to freely give it.”

You snorted. Not bloody likely.

“If I have to take what I want, it will leave you broken. So this way works best for you.”

Son of a bitch. He was going to drag it out. For God knows how long. Regardless, you wouldn’t give in so easily.

“No thanks. I’ve got a life here, and I like it.”

His hand curled around your neck, reminding you who had the real power and that he could easily crush your windpipe if he wished. Dean’s face swooped down upon yours, nose to nose with you.

“Y/N, you’re on the verge of being evicted, and the power companies are threatening to shut you off. You’re living a sad existence, hitting rock bottom, and the only thing you can do is drown yourself in alcohol. Admit it, you’re nothing without Dean Winchester.”

No. No fucking way. Had he been watching you? The awareness crept up your spine, and it dawned on you that you’d never managed to escape. Those green eyes burned into yours, so much so that you could memorise each fleck and shade. Those eyes would haunt you in nightmares and would delight you in your dreams.

So what if you had a crap life? Who was he to come up in here and demand things of you?

“You look like a fuckin’ newsboy, you cunt.”

His eyes closed, and he sighed. The heat of his breath fanning over your face.

“That’s enough of that.” He pressed his fingers to your lips. You grimaced and opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. You shot him daggers.

“I was nice. I even waited for you to put away your shopping, but then you insulted me. So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to do as I say. When I require information, you’re going to give it. You will be my obedient toy soldier.”

You shook your head. You would never do his bidding. Dean’s forefinger and thumb gripped your chin. Michael nodded, smirking. Once more, his eyes lit up, and your will and defiance melted away, leaving only an insatiable appetite to please Michael.

“That’s my good girl.” Michael purred, pleased with your sudden change of mind.

#julesthequirkys fics #Toy Soldier #Michael!Dean #Michael!Dean and Reader #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural reader insert

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anotherdaveyjacobs · 1 year

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sorry for the late reply on this but, romeo time!

- First off big headcannon is that my boy is Aro/Ace! i can just. see it so well

- Romeo is still a scruffy dirt poor newsboy but he does have some looks and has seinfeld he’s been a kid; picture getting all those weird “oh you’re gonna be a heartbreaker” one day comments comming to him a lot

- He’s always been very insecure about this and has been nervous about looking too badly or eating too much despite it tiny source of food income

- Back to the aro ace headcannon bit him being in a world where being gay or not straight is illegal and there is zero lgbtq community, figuring out that he doesn’t like women, but also dosent like men is horribly confusing.

- He’s a flirt, a complete egomaniac. But the fact is this is because he sees it more as a defense mechanism, something that gives him control and makes him feel somewhat normal. It can make nobody end up turing around and questioning him on his utter lack of Actual game.

- As mentioned Flirting is something he’s mastered to give him control. Even as a little kid when he was still with his single mother she controlled so much of his life out of fear, and when she either abandoned him or died being put in an orphanage and then later the lodging house made him feel as if he had no control over himself or his life. but being able to play with someone’s emotions where he’s in control is a near soothing power trip that lets him know he still has something going for him, at least. If all he had in a touch world is a nice face and smooth voice, may aswel let it be your weapon

- this man is an idiot but he’s a persuasive idiot. He can butter you up into jumping into a pool with all your clothes on but can’t lie for shit. He’s always been found out on anything he hides or lies about but usually the poor shmuck who finds out ends up getting roped in somehow.

- Modern au headcannons; Loves shitty romance Tv finds it the height of comedy

- also really loves horror

- Deapite his difficulties in the past with food he loves to bake goods when he’s stressed out and packages them all cute too.

- Has two cats named Juliet and Michealangelo (His favorite TMNT charater)

- He loves art but can’t paint for the life of him. not an artist. Jack has tried; Botth have ended up crying hysterically at 3 am over wine glasses because Ro, What The Actual Fuck Is That Dude. What the Fuck.

- Adores animated shows too, especially older ones

- Constantly steals specs glasses. Says them make him look cute but actually just enjoys watching specs stumble around yelling at him to give them back

- Despite only having cats romeo is an huge dog person.

- He enjoys reading thriller novels or fantasy no in between

- Was either a PJO or Warrior cats kid sue me

- Loved maximum Ride too

- Any and every time someone flirts back at him he’s a blubbering uncomfortable mess if it’s not one of the fellow newsies. If it is, they’ll banter for all time but otherwise, he shuts down faster than a mac PC

- Listens to taylor swift. i said it.

okay thanks for letting me talk about my guy my funky dude my good time boy my-

im so sorry i didn't reply to this before now it has been a Time

I LOVE these oh my god. romeo, nicknamed for being a flirt, is 1000000% aroace i love him. and cannot flirt back so real

you know what listen i just love this whole everything

everything you've said is so true

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kanyniablue · 1 year

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watched newsies (1992); thought i might’ve seen it as a kid but i didn’t remember it at all.

it’s bad. did i like it? i’m not sure. i kinda want to watch it again just to figure out if i did or not.

if i’d watched it 100 times as an eight year old it’d probably be a comfort movie for me. i didn’t dislike it and i can tell that because i actually watched all 2 hours of it plus the ‘blood drips on newsies square’ movie the cast made (i genuinely laughed a few times and there was overwhelming nostalgia for the stupid movies my friends & i made as kids...if ‘stupid kids making a stupid horror movie’ is something you’d find entertaining, watch that). i did have to pause repeatedly just because the cringe was too strong, but like i said, i started it again and kept watching; i can’t say the same thing about movies i genuinely dislike.

i like the songs. i love the choreography, even if at times the sudden musical numbers and crowd dances broke even my musical-theater-loving suspension of disbelief. king of new york was my favorite part of the movie despite the fact it’s one of the most random scenes.

i was going to praise some of the child actors but actually a lot of them were in their late teens-mid 20s so that’s past my cutoff for “you did a good job buddy! get yourself an ice cream cup.” (there’s looking young for your age and then there’s being cursed by a witch to be forever trapped in the body of a 6th grader; max casella, blink twice if we need to destroy any amulets or chant some latin before we throw water on the old hag.) the actual adults playing actual adults are the worst actors by far; if you just took their scenes and compiled them you’d have a so-bad-it’s-hilarious movie. the love interest girl was clearly shoved in at the last minute to be Love Interest Girl and even she doesn’t seem to want to be there.

the story’s a hot mess but there’s so much going on that it distracts from how much is going on. the historical accuracy isn’t. i found it interesting that no one in 1899 Child Labor City asked whether child labor is itself unethical, both because a) there were real anti-child labor movements at the time yet the characters in this story very clearly weren’t against child labor, just pro-child laborers having rights, and b) it’s a disney movie made in 1992, you’d expect some Very Upstanding Citizen character to bring it up just to mention that of course disney knows it’s wrong to profit off child labor!!!ignore those sweatshops, hail mickey and pass the novelty coke cup. (sudden thought: if it came out a few years later there’d have been a newsies game on CD-ROM...)

the technical aspects of like...putting a movie together are just all over the place; the sets and costumes clearly had love put in them (santa fe was one of the points i had to stop bc the cringe was overpowering but in terms of background details/’the show in the character’s mind’ it’s wonderful) but the actual shots have terrible continuity throughout the whole movie (especially the crowd shots, but like, that’s at least understandable--what about details like whether someone has already got a pile of newspapers in their hands when there’s a newspaper strike going on and they are supposedly waiting to decide if they’re going to buy any papers or not?) and there’s several points where they just picked the worst angle (”sleeper!” and yet you can’t actually see the guy they’re talking about until the end of the next shot...) or they play the same visual in reverse/repeat the same audio/very clearly dub audio over someone who’s not speaking...

it didn’t need to be 2 hours long. no further comment on that.

there were missed opportunities i feel for things like...which newspapers aren’t being boycotted? (the fact the sun is publishing stories about the newspaper strike means that at least the newsboys for the sun aren’t striking, yeah? so what does that mean for the kids who are going without pay because they usually sell the world; why don’t they switch publishers, is that not actually an option before the sun stops as well?) are the customers complaining about not getting the papers they want? are the printers getting paid less because there’s less demand? what do the other child laborers think about the newsboys’ strike affecting them (obviously everybody shows up for a triumphant climactic crowd scene, but like, you could’ve had them ask some questions in the first place, and also why would pulitzer have any authority over the non-newspaper strikers?) 90% of these questions came from me trying to justify Love Interest Girl’s presence beyond just being Love Interest Girl: her brothers are out of school selling newspapers to support the family but are now striking and not getting paid; she mentions that she works as well but we never get an opinion on workers’ rights from her; she only shows up to the strike because...Love Interest (technically she helps print the flyer at the end, although mostly it’s just her being in the same room as everyone else).

anyway. i know this one has a rabid fanbase so i’m not even touching that tag.

#reviews of old movies that no one cares about except the extremely dedicated fanbase that will not take kindly to this review

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