#mama Medda

[incorrect-batfam-quotes-mostly]

Jack: Hey Crutchie, I think Medda mixed up our lunches. Look.

Jack: *shows a paper with “I love you so much <3” written on it*

Crutchie: Oh, well that explains this.

Crutchie: *shows a paper with “Please, for the love of God please be good” written on it*

[jackmkelly]

this part of papermill u will always be famous to me. ily.

[newsie-collective]

Lorenzo "Itey" Mancini

Quickfire Favorites

Food: “Ma’s pasta. Anythin’ she would make wit’ it.”

Color: “Green! Blue! Uh… Buttons us’ly call it sea green.”

Season: “Uhh… I like the time ‘tween winter an’ spring.”

Weather: “I like when it’s rainin’ bu’ not stormin’.”

Hobby: “Sewin’ with Buttons an’ Ike an’ Snitch!”

Animal: “Penguins! I seen penguins when i’s sellin’ at the zoo once! ‘N me ‘n Mush sit in the library sometimes an’ read ‘bout ‘em.”

Memory: “Me favorite mem’ry? Movin’ Gio into the Lodge. Him was real excited to fin’lly get to stay with the rest o’ us. Medda ain’t trusted us ‘nough to watch ‘im through the night ‘fore him turned six.”

Comfort Item: “Me suspenders! Madre got ‘em for me when I firs’ got here!”

Big They/He vibes

A first-generation immigrant, Lorenzo is from a small town in Italy called Bussana Vecchia. 

There was an earthquake and tsunami in 1887, just after their birth, that caused the entire town to flee.

Itey's parents set sail for America, hoping to find safety and freedom there. 

They found nothing but prejudice and judgment. 

Even their son wasn't saved from the names thrown their way, being called Itey for most of their life outside of home.

Their parents were victims of hate. And, Lorenzo brought his toddler brother out of the house when they disappeared, knowing the rest of their family was too far away to be of any help.

The two of them snuck into Medda Larkin's Theatre, hoping to find a warm place to sleep.

Instead, they ran into Francis and Jack, who were heading out for the night, followed closely by Albert and Racetrack. The four older boys talked to the two scared kids, and decided to introduce them to Medda, and ask what to do.

Medda said she would help watch Giovanni during selling hours, but she had her own job to do, and that Itey would have to come and get him between morning and evening selling. 

And they did. 

Until Gio was old enough to hawk himself. Then, Gio moved in with the other newsies.

And, since the two of them had been in and out of the Lodge over the years, he was easily accepted into the group.

Now, the newsies had no idea that 'Itey' was meant as an insult when people threw it their way.

Couldn't imagine why anyone would need to insult this kid anyway, they were literally harmless. 

So, the nickname caught on, not even knowing that Itey wasn't their real name.

There weren't enough bunks for all of them, obviously, and so Gio shared with the younger newsies. 

Itey started bunking with Snitch.

And, at first it wasn't pretty. Arguing over space and blankets and clothes and who knows what else, but even if Snitch threatened to soak Itey if they so much as looked at him again, they never rose to the bait. 

Itey was being the best influence he could be to his baby brother.

And, soon enough, the arguing and fighting began to simmer. 

That simmer sparked a new heat between them.

They soon shared stolen kisses and whispered secrets during selling, or late into the night.

Itey calmed the angry fire that seemed to stay lit in Snitch. Until one day, there wasn't any anger left. It melted away like winter snow, and left Itey feeling proud of himself.

They have the biggest smile, and they love love, just like Mush.

Jeez, I love this lil enby. They're so fking adorable, and they just have the biggest smile, and they deserve the World.

They also deserve to smack Pulitzer at least once

This is 1/2 posts for today! We'll eventually get Romeo's all put together 😅

👻

[musicalpilftournament]

Character Propaganda Pages Pt 2

Baroness Rhodmila de Ghent Julie Jordan (X) George (X) Miss Goldberg Mae Coleman (X) George Washington (X) Eliza Hamilton Aaron Burr (X) Anne Boleyn (X) Sam Carmichael, Bill Anderson, & Harry Bright Donna Sheridan (X) Morticia Addams Nathan Wallace (X) Pythio Shakespeare (X) Eugene Harold Krabs (Mr. Krabs) (X) Fairy Godmother (X) Queen Constantina Stepmother King Maximillian (X) gay dads from heathers (X) Jeremy's dad (X) Audrey II Tevye Captain von Trapp June Addams (X) Mama Morton Fagin (X) Elisabeth (X) Graf von Krolock Norma Desmond (X) Medda Larkin (X) Louise Renal (X) Lady Capulet (or Capuletné in Hungarian)

Character Propaganda Pages Pt 1

Links to all the propaganda pages for each character in the tournament. I plan to add links to each page as new propaganda is released. Some characters don't have pictures, so please send them if you have any. For characters with lots of propaganda I have compiled sections into a "summary" and that's what will be attached to the polls. I also apologise in advance if I mislabel any actors or characters, I have difficulty recognising faces sometimes.

Marvin Trina Whizzer Brown Mendel Charlotte and Cordelia Jean Valjean The Bishop of Digne Linda Monroe Bill Woodward Mother (TTO) Father (TTO) Tom Houston McNamara Karen Chasity (No Photos) Solomon Lauter Webby Sweeney Todd Mrs. Lovett The Baker Baker's Wife The Witch Armand (No photos) Diana Goodman Doctor Frank-N-Furter Marya Dmitrievna Pierre Persephone Willy Wonka Munkustrap Elphaba Claire Zachanassian Heidi Madame Giry Gilles André Erik (Phantom) Christine Daaé June George Delia Barbara Maitland Adam Maitland Fanny Gabor Gregor Vassy (No photos) Anatoly Sergievsky Walter de Courcey (No Photos) George McFly Phyllis Stone Margaret White Mama Rose Desiree Armfeldt Baroness Rhodmila de Ghent Julie Jordan George Ms Goldberg Mae Coleman George Washington Eliza Hamilton Aaron Burr

[fangirlhehe]

TOP 5 JACK HEADCANONS GO

YES!!

1. He absolutely LOVES music! He watches Medda’s show, absolutely mesmerized by her voice and the music. I feel like it would be a part of his escapism and daydreams.

2. He’s a decent reader, but he’s definitely not great at it. Like, he can read basic English but not huge words. He mostly learned to be better at making up fake headlines.

3. He’s not much of a yapper, he’s more of a listener. He really loves listening to Davey ramble on and on but he’ll really listen to anybody.

4. He was a huge mama’s boy before she died. Like, he would never leave her side ever until he had to.

5. His favorite Taylor Swift album would be evermore

[amoreva]

I JUST BINGE READ ALL OF YOUR RACE FICS AND YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD AAA💕💕 it feels like he’s real and the relationship is real and i’m actually in the world of the story holy shit,,, if you’re still taking requests can you write some race fluff, preferably in canon era, with like a cute lead up to him getting together with the reader (if you’re okay with it of course!) thanks!!

HOPELESSLY IN LOVE

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pairing: racetrack higgins x fem!reader

summary: the brooklyn newsies are strong and independent. they can hold their own and are respected; despite being a borough with a large amount of girls. so when one falls in love, her nature begins to crumble.

warnings: n/a

a/n: using the uksies as brooklyn, plus some from the broadway show. also, omfg i really appreciate it, thank you so much<3

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You never knew what romantic attraction felt like until you saw him at Medda’s Theater with his stupid blue eyes, his stupid blonde curls, his stupid cigar, his stupid cute smile—

Davey— that new Manhattan newsie was introducing your borough, respectfully, when you saw him. He was smiling at you, more so at your whole borough, ecstatic you showed up to the strike. That smile—that stupid cute smile made your heart flutter, your stomach churn with butterflies.

Of course, you knew what family love and platonic attraction felt like—you felt that for every newsie in Brooklyn. They were your brothers and sisters by heart. Yet, he stole your heart. Bastard. You ought to soak him.

Falling in love was a weird thing to do, especially since your priority was the sell papers to survive. You find yourself thinking about Manhattan’s second after the strike is won.

It didn’t help that he hugged you when Kelly announced the strike ended in their favor or when you guys talked during celebrations that night. The memories haunted your sleep.

A loud groan escaped your lips. That stupid smile of his. Your hands going over your warm, rose colored face as you sat on your bunk. Ritz and Hotshot peeked their heads into the girls bunk room, hearing you groan.

“What’re moping and griping about?” Hotshot asked, crossing his arms. His thick accent ringing in your ears.

You turn to look at you friends and remove the hands from your face. Before you could get a word in, Ritz is cupping your cheeks and feeling your forehead. “You’re burning up, Y/N!” Ritz exclaimed and shook your head side to side, lightly, to inspect your red cheeks.

“Ritz, please—” You begged the auburn haired girl to let your face go.

“Spot is going to be worried.”

“Ritz—”

“I think we have medicine somewhere.”

“Ritz, hang on—“

“Water and rest, that’s what my mama says.”

“I don’t have—”

“Spot ain’t letting you sell tomorrow.”

“Ritz!”

You shouted finally getting her attention. Ritz stopped her worrying. Hotshot stood up straight with raised eyebrows. You gently put your hands on Ritz’s wrists and removed them from your face. “I ain’t sick. I ain’t coughing or feelin’ bad.”

“Then what’s got your face so red, Y/N?” Ritz asked, she titled her head ever so slightly.

“A boy.” Hotshot spoke up.

You glared at Brooklyn’s second. Were you really that readable? Hotshot had to be a fucking psychic. A smirk danced on his lips. The silence said it all.

Ritz lit up like the Fourth of July. “You like a boy!” Ritz exclaimed with a wide grin. You slapped a hand across her mouth.

“Ritz, please don’t tell the others—” You begged to convey your seriousness. “You too, Hotshot.”

Ritz, still buzzing with excitement, nodded her head. You quickly shoved Hotshot into the girls’ bunk room and shut the door. “Who is it?” Ritz asked excitedly.

You pressed your lips together in a thin line. An internal dilemma with yourself. Would you rather suffer in silence, pin over a newsie in the other side of the Brooklyn Bridge or tell two people your crush which could potentially spread throughout the borough?

You decide to tell Hotshot and Ritz. Love is too confusing for you to suffer alone.

“It’s Manhattan’s second in command.” You mumbled, twisting your fingers as your face heats up. Just thinking about Race got your stomach all twisted up in a good way.

You didn’t think they heard you, but they did. Loud in clear.

“Race? Race!” Ritz confirmed.

Hotshot raised an eyebrow in amusement. “The one that “wanders” on our turf to bet at Sheepshead?”

“Yes.” You sighed exasperatedly and fell onto your bunk. “He’s just so—”

You couldn’t find the words to describe him, but then proceeded to go on a rant about Race for 10 minutes.

It wasn’t long before everyone in Brooklyn knew of your little crush on Manhattan’s second (and probably Manhattan). It was terrible with all the teasing and the questions on what you would do.

You didn’t know what to do! You would just lay in your bed and smile stupidly when you thought about him. “Pathetically in love” is what you thought.

Stray decided to do something.

With Spot’s permission (seeing you hopelessly in love was getting in the way of selling and Brooklyn’s reputation), Stray went to Manhattan. Stray had connections there. Her boyfriend and brother lived in Manhattan’s borough.

Stray told Specs, who told Elmer, who told Henry, who told Jojo, who told Mike, who told Finch, who told Race—that you liked him. When you got word that Race knew, you panicked.

Romance like that with him. You wouldn’t know how to act, what to do, or what to say. You’ve seen romance from afar; with rich couples, elderly couples, teenagers—all types of couples!

“Ya’ gotta relax, kid.” Spot patted your back after they found you contemplating your choices on your bunk. “If Racer is as half bright as you, he’ll see you’re a real gem.”

That gave you some confidence in yourself. You shouldn’t get worked up about some boy. Taking Mac’s advice seemed like the best option. “He’s just a guy!”

But, he seems real sweet and humorous and charming and ambitious. Keyword: seems. You might be setting yourself up for failure.

After days and days of dreading what you should do, Race came walking into Brooklyn, willy nilly, specifically to Graves’ and yours selling spot.

“Heya miss, can I get a pape?” Race asked.

You weren’t paying attention and grabbed a newspaper from your bag. Seeing him in front of you with his stupid blue eyes, his stupid blonde curls, his stupid cigar, his stupid cute smile—

You froze. A blush rising to your face. You spun on your heels and walked away. A fight or flight response.

Graves grabbed you with a smirk and turned you around. “Talk to him!” Graves whispered and pushed you towards Race.

He had that charming, amused smile on his face. “Hey.” He spoke, two hands on the strap of his paper bag.

“Hey.” You croaked.

“I—uh…got word, ya like me.”

“Mhm.”

Race looked at you awkwardly. If you looked hard enough, you saw a faint faint blush on cheeks. “You—uh…wanna go to the Sheepshead with me?”

“Now?” You asked incredulously.

“Now.” Graves spoke firmly. “You can sell at Sheepshead, don’t worry. I’ll be fine by myself.”

And so, you and Race went to Sheepshead Races. You held onto his arm like one of those rich ladies would do to a gentlemen. Conversation was made, no matter how awkward it was between you two.

The Sheepshead Races were loud and lively. You usually went here with Lucky and Scope when you had downtime.

“C’mon, they’ll start soon.” Race intertwined his hands with yours and pulled you through a crowd of people. “Gotta get the best seats.”

“Isn’t that the front row?” You asked, glancing back at where you and your friends would usually sit.

“Trust me, sweetheart. These seats are better than any front row.” Race grinned.

Your heart skipped a beat.

The name “sweetheart” sounded so right from his lips.

Race took you to a chainlink fence. You were close enough to see the jockeys’ faces and the horses shaking their head. The spot was at the bottom right of the original seating, in between the commentator’s box and the vendor.

He let go of your hand to lean against the fence. You frowned slightly, missing the feeling of his hand in yours. “Better than any front seat.” He repeated softly.

“Is this how you got your name?” You gestured to the races. Your nerves slowly disappearing. You were a Brooklyn newsie for Christ’s sake! Be confident!

“What?” Race shook his head as if you broke him out of his trance. “Oh—uh…kinda! That and I would be the first to the circulation gate. I’m pretty fast for a newsie.”

“You’re pretty for a newsie.” You responded without missing a beat.

“What’s that?” Race leaned in to hear you better. A smirk on his face.

Before you could respond, a gunshot sounded. Hooves slammed on the dirt track. The commentator spoke enthusiastically about the race. In no time, the horses and jockeys were passing you. The wind from them passing knocked off your newsie cape. You could practically see the sweat on the jockeies’ faces.

“Careful.” Race snaked an arm around your waist as soon as the horses passed. He pulled you towards him, concerned about your safety.

You yelped going face first into his chest. Race chuckled awkwardly. You pulled away slightly, but not out of his arms. You two met eyes, just staring. The sound of the hooves faded away.

His blue eyes, the same color as the East River, the same color as a beautiful day. No words were shared between you two. Race gulped. The tension palpable.

Cheering and groans were heard as the commentator announced the outcome. “If—you couldn’t tell…” Race spoke nervously, never tearing his eyes away from yours. “I think your cute—hell, I think your badass for being a Brooklyner.”

Usually when you saw a lady and gentleman like this, they share a kiss. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You never kissed anyone, but this seemed like the perfect moment.

“I don’t know how to kiss…” You admitted quietly.

“We don’t gotta kiss.” Race assured.

“But I want too.”

“…”

“…”

“Can I kiss ya then?”

“Please.”

The minute his lips met yours, the whole world froze. Your stomach twisted in a good warm feeling. Electricity and sparks flying with a single touch to the lips. Your brain was blanking. No words could describe a first kiss.

“Was that…okay?” Race pulled away.

“Better than okay.” You nodded firmly and pressed another kiss to his lips.

Both Race and you got a little more confident and kissed each other back. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was sweet. “There’s more to Brooklyn than the Sheepshead Races.” You pulled away this time.

“I figured.” Race laughed and ran a hand through his blonde curls. He picked up your newsie’s cap that flew off. Brushing off the dirt, he placed the cap back on your head.

“I wanna show you more places in Brooklyn.” You spoke without even realizing what you were saying.

“A date then.” Race smirked.

“A date.” You confirmed.

“Great.”

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[more-sonorous]

had vivid images of these children giving me brain worms so I had to draw them…

ft jack kelly and his family in my upcoming fic.

yes they were forced by medda to take this, yes luna is the only one who wants to be there, and yes the story is set in 1905 but it is not a continuation of canon. I just reeeeally like writing in the Edwardian era.

also these children are in fact katherine’s— she is dead. rip baby mama.

also here’s how it would’ve looked in noir!!

[athousandboxjumps]

I love your trans jack headcanon!!!! i really would love to hear more about your thoughts on him!!!!

Thank you for the ask! I could talk forever about trans jack, so buckle up:

When Jack was little his Da took him to a Buffalo Bill show. That night he told his Da and Mama he was going to be a cowboy when he grew up. They laughed and patted him on the head, saying he’d be a great cowgirl. Jack shook his head and insisted he would be a cowboy.

He named himself Jack after the dime novel character Jack Wright.

Medda was the one to teach Jack how to bind. She’d learned when she was younger playing breeches roles in Shakespeare plays.

Jack would go on to teach Race to bind the same way.

One time Jack began to bleed through his trousers. Albert immediately pulled him into an alleyway and insisted they switch pants.

The boys always make sure to emphasize that they see Jack as their big brother.

The first time Jack kissed Davey, Davey called him the “most beautiful boy he’d ever seen.” Jack melted on the spot.

[askjackk]

how’d you meet medda?

Well, I'se always liked theater, just like my mama, so i met her there. I've been hidin' there ever since (and, 'course, watchin' the show)

[beetleviolet]

ROTTMNT NEWSIES AU - Characters and plot

Characters:

Leo - Jack Kelly

Raph - Crutchie

Casey - Davey

Mikey - Les (kind of?)

Donnie - Spot Collins

April - Katherine Pullizer

Big Mama - Snyder (the spider)

Ms. Medda - Senor Hueso

Krang Prime - Joe Pullizer

Warning: the following explanations are wildly out of order with large variations of detail

Leo is the obvious choice for Jack Kelly, both being angsty tenor protagonists and all, but I also think about it in the way they both so clearly want something. For Jack its Sante Fe, a place he's romanticized into this perfect world away from all of his hardships. Leo in the ROTTMNT movie is desperately hanging onto the past. Before he became leader, before the Shredder, maybe even before they became heros. He wants everything to go back to the way it was, where they could just go in, smash, get out and then grab pizza on the way home. But as things got more serious, this became unrealistic.

Raph serves as the role for Crutchie, more specifically he is taken to the refuge after they try and stop the wagons. This scene is what inspired everything. Maybe someone fucks up his eye with a police baton or something. This is what leads Leo to sing Sante Fe and then give up in the second act.

As for the earlier characters, Casey Junior is Davie. He just moved to NYC from another town where the job he had (tbd) had a union (cough rebellion cough) so he knows a lot about how to rally a group, just lacks the confidence. Originally I was going to have Donnie play this role... but I wanted to include CJJ somehow and I thought Don would be a perfect Spot Collins lmao, he definitely can be scary enough. Also I feel like Casey and Leo's talk in the collapsed subway station can parallel Jack and Davie in Medda's theater in the second act.

April O'Neil is a no brainer for Katherine, except I'm dropping the romance sub plot because I don't really like writing romance and even beyond the turtle human situation I just don't think that April and Leo would like eachother like that, you know? Also I feel like Katherine and April have some of the same spunk. They are also both witty so writing an April and Leo argument in this context would be so fun.

April is following the story and grows fond of the newsies and the Hamatos. Her pen name is April O'Neil, and I'm debating whether or not I keep Pullizer as her dad because Pullizer is Krang Prime and that makes absolutely no sense.

Mikey is still brothers with Leo and Raph, but he serves as Les for the cute little brother laughs and he convinces them to help out Casey, saying he won't help sell papers unless Leo takes Casey under his wing.

The newsies work for the Krang's newspaper business, but uhhh i have no ideas for clever names similar to The New York World but alien style. The New York Dimension???

Big Mama is Snyder because, you know, Snyder the spider. Her "refuge" hosts an underground child fighting ring. It sucks. Leo has escaped there in the past when he outsmarted her, and she hates him for it and is constantly after him. Leo takes refuge (hehe) in Señor Hueso's resturaunt, which he makes up for by waiting tables. April is there rating food and service, and Hueso warns Leo not to give her a bad impression. This is when they first meet. Hueso's is also where the Newsies gather in I'm The King of New York and other scenes. The glasses of water scene would be hilarious.

So uhhh yeah. In conclusion hyperfixation + other hyperfixation = WOAHHH THATS SO FIRE.

[incorrect-batfam-quotes-mostly]

Medda: Just heard Jack two aisles over go “Hey, I think this is that special glass that doesn’t shatter when you drop it” followed by the sound of shattering glass. I’ve decided that when the employees come looking for his guardian I’m gonna pretend I don’t know him

[sparkedblaze]

Anotha one

@caw-salem this is what I was doing

[romanthroughthefield]

merry christmas gang! here’s some dumb christmas time newsies tidbits

• jack always forgets that davey is jewish. ALWAYS. even though he spends chanukah with the jacobs’ he, without fail, will wish davey a merry christmas and then immediately smack himself upside the head. davey of course finds this incredibly endearing.

• bro mush and blink are the WORST around this time of year. it’s cold out? they’re kissing there’s mistletoe? they’re kissing. it’s new years eve? of course they’re kissing. everyone pretends to hate it but in reality they’re just happy for them.

• the first time race got a binder was from spot, on christmas no less! spot handed him the gift and grumbled about stopping race’s complaining. race cried. and kissed spot. like profusely. it was a good christmas.

• crutchie gets everyone presents. literally everyone. he gets davey one for every night of chanukah. the other newsies have no idea where he gets the money.

• christmas eve is the one day a year that elmer attends church. he pretends to hate it to save face in front of the other boys but it’s actually a real comfort to him. even though he doesn’t really believe in god he likes the tradition and the thought that there might be something out there. (plus the cups of hot cocoa make it a nice stop for the night)

• mama medda hosts christmas every year for all the newsies. every single year they tell her “absolutely not,” “this is too much,” “you didn’t need to do this” and yet they never seem to complain once they’re inside

anyway yeah just thinking about my boys tn. hope they’re warm in the lodging house.

[jackmkelly]

do you see jack and kath staying together long term? do you see a possibility for domestic life? <3

what’s the present day dynamic between jack and smalls?

would love to hear more about jack’s mom / medda and how that happened, etc etc! whatever u got maaaan i love baby jack at the theater

(i have more but 🙏)

in my heart of hearts who wants happiness and peace for the both of them i want to say yes theyre going to married and living together and are gonna have a little boy and a little girl one day BUT.. i think definitely a lot of challenges because the Both of them have issues they need to deal with (kath family life, jack.. life..) so gotta be some bumps in the road before theyre able to do anything serious like live together or be married etc etc

thats his baby sister downnnn he loves that little girl but yk pre teen girl acts like she hates his guts but secretly “hes kinda cool i guess😒” vibes. (he teaches her how 2 draw :) )

jack from the wings clapping for his mama and medda :) or when he got old enough was able to sit up in the box and watch (not fully understanding) (also how it became his box)

keep em coming :))

[crystallizedtwilight]

Happy Mother’s Day to mama bear Crystal!!!

Awww thank you!! Medda's the real resident mom 🩷 Crystal is the sister who hides you from the cops in her feathers

[raggedy-albert]

CONSIDER RACE BEING ADOPTED

SORRY ANON I SAW THIS BUT MY ANSWER DIDNT GO THROUGH

so we all know race is an orphan. and we all know he had so much love for his mama. we all know he’s basically (definitely) is brothers with jack and crutchie.

medda told jack she would be happy to take him in, and jack said he would be so happy but he needs crutchie to be with him, and then they couldn’t just leave race so she just adopted all three.

al was always welcome to stay with them when his home situation was getting bad or when he wanted to, and the invitation was extended to all the other newsies as well.

race specifically had mixed feelings about it. he was so grateful that she would do it in the first place, and that his friends would do that for him, but he didn’t want medda to replace his mama. he just wanted a place to live and someone to keep an eye on him, no one could ever replace his mama.