#mama Medda

[make-friends-with-the-rats]

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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*

[sparkedblaze]

cw more abuse and bad times <3

modern au - hey hey, what if. oscar and morris’ pa coming to one of their fights.

he usually likes to forget they exist, and they do the same, but he can’t help but see them crop up more and more over the years - they’re public figures, rising in notoriety. he sees the occasional article, sees them on magazine covers and ads, sees their fights advertised in the betting shops he frequents. sees that they always win. and then he sees a poster that they’re fighting in soho, where he still lives. and usually he’d never seek them out, doesn’t care nearly enough, but it’s just too tempting.

he walks in late and he’s just a single face amongst the crowd, but morris catches sight of him in his peripheral - instinct, like a prey animal - while he’s circling his opponent in the ring. he’s instantly so distracted he takes a brutal hit from his opponent and is levelled to the ground, and it’s almost like his papa hitting him all over again.

(oscar can’t see their pa from where he’s stood. he has no idea what’s wrong.)

OHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO

So, something I haven't told y'all about the modern au

The Delancey's pa does actually find them one day.

Also mystery anon asking for Medda angst, tell me something

Are you sure you want that?

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Walter smirked down at him as Morris fell to the ground, watching Oscar try and scramble into the ring when he doesn't get up. Weak. Pathetic. Just like he'd always known. He sat down in his seat, watching the events unfold.

The round stopped when Morris doesn't get back up. A timeout until they can use the smelling salts to wake him. He watched Oscar run to Morris, leaning over to whisper to him. He could almost hear the whimpering voice from a lifetime ago.

Cowardly boy.

He smirked again as Oscar's eyes searched the crowd, their eyes locking. He could feel the glare received as he tipped his hat at his older son.

Oscar moved to speak to the referee, and the man in the ring listened and nodded as he spoke.

Walter stood. Oscar's fight wasn't for another hour or so. He'd go speak with them between fights, and he knew Morris would never continue. Boy couldn't ever look past his fears.

He started down the steps as the referee announced that Morris was forfeiting the fight. What a surprise that was.

He made his way out the back door, seeing no security on the way. He supposed they were around the perimeter more than back here.

It didn't matter. They'd let him pass anyhow, wouldn't they? He was their father, for Christ's sake.

He found their changing room and pushed open the door, hearing a dog bark before even entering fully.

Not that he ever got the chance to.

A weight slammed against the door, and Oscar's glaring eye found him through the crack in the door.

"You ain't welcome in here. You ain't comin' in. We already got security comin' for ya," he sneered, pushing harder, trying to close the door in Walter's face.

"I'm welcome anywhere I please, boy, don't you- Morris, you cut that wailin' out or I swear!" Walter's gaze shifted behind Oscar, toward the open bathroom door.

He could hear the snap of Morris's teeth as his mouth closed, that old satisfaction creeping back into his bones.

Oscar was unmoving against the door, though the rage in his eyes built with each passing moment.

"Why you look so mad, boy? I made you into this. I built you up from nothin'! Hell you still is nothin'!" Walter cackled. "Bet you can't afford all them fancy clothes you flauntin' round in."

"It ain't none of your business, Pa," Oscar growled out, still unrelenting.

"I seen them posts. How mad you got at that boy. You ain't told nobody," it wasn't a question, Walter knew they hadn't. "You know silence don't come free, boy."

He watched his son's sneer grow, and finally the door budged.

Walter stepped up, smirking. "Glad you come to yo-"

He sucked in a breath as Oscar's head slammed into his.

"Don't you ever come here threatenin' us. We ain't no scrawny little boys no more, pa," Oscar stood between Walter and the bathroom.

"Wonder if both of you feel that way. Don't you, Morris?"

He heard another faint whimper from the bathroom.

"Leave him alone, pa. He ain't done nothin'."

"I've never agreed with you more, Oscar," Walter held a hand to his nose as he stepped back outside. "Sleep on it. Let me know by tomorrow."

"The answer is no," Oscar snapped.

"Then, I guess you ain't got nothin' to think about," Walter shrugged. "Like, perhaps the fact that it would ensure you never see me again."

He could see the boy working it over in his head.

"Ahhhh... There it is..." he sighed. "Like I said. Sleep on it."

Walter turned back to the hallway as a woman stormed down it.

Oscar groaned behind him as she rounded the corner, snapping out a short "What?"

The woman raised a brow at him. "Don't take that tone with me, Oscar Delancey. How is he?"

Walter raised a brow at him. "Delancey? That what you been tellin' folks?"

Medda turned toward Walter, eyebrows high. "Are you saying that isn't their name?"

He scoffed. " 'Course it ain't. They always been Williams."

"Oscar, who is this?"

"I'm their-"

"Excuse me, sir, I didn't ask you," her hand went up, and her eyes never left Oscar. She needed to know if he wanted her to do something about this man.

"Medda, this 's our pa."

"Your pa?" Walter didn't think her eyebrows could go any higher. "Mhm."

She turned to him, and Walter gave her a smile.

"Alright then, sir, let me speak to you. Just a second," she stepped closer to him. "I just want to get some things straight."

Her hand came down hard against his cheek, and Walter was bent over, clutching his cheek.

Oscar let out a tense laugh at the sight, caught halfway between fear and awe. He'd never ever seen Medda get violent before. Usually gentle and caring, and everything their pa never had been.

"Don't you ever come near my boys again! Do you understand me?" Her voice rose in a way that Oscar could never have dreamt. The way that made him cover his ears. "You have no right to even come close! And if you don't get to steppin' now, I'm callin' security and they gonna carry you right on out of here."

She stepped closer, glaring up at him. "So, Mister Williams, you gettin' outta here your way? Or mine?"

Oscar watched as pa glared up at him, but turned as Doggy barked, a warning that Morris was on the move.

He peeked around the doorway. "Mama?

" 'S that you?" His voice was quiet, but he took a few steps closer. Oscar tried to stop him as Morris ducked out of the door, Doggy right behind him.

"Wait, Mo-"

"Mama!" Morris cried as he dashed toward her, hugging her tight, still shrinking away from pa.

Walter's eyes went wide, and his face contorted with rage. "That ain't your ma! She ain't nothin'!"

Medda held just as tight as Morris, kissing his head and brushing her hand through his curls.

She wheeled around to give Walter another verbal beatdown, but she never got the chance.

Oscar had stormed over, and swung.

"She been more a ma then you ever was a pa!" He kept swinging, letting out years upon years of heartbreak and panic and fear.

Oscar was done being afraid.

He was done letting Morris be afraid.

It wasn't until a hand landed on his shoulder that he stopped. His hands were bloody and his knuckles ached-it'd been so long since he'd fought bare knuckled- but he felt so good.

"Oscar, dear... Go call security. They'll escort him out of here," she didn't say it, but Oscar knew what she was giving him time to do.

He had to get cleaned up before Morris saw him.

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👏🏼YOU👏🏼NEVER👏🏼STOP👏🏼BEING👏🏼MEDDA’S👏🏼KID👏🏼

I love this and everything it turned into

[thefactsofthematter]

For the title thing: suddenly I was nostalgic for something I'd never known - @roideny

@roideny ok hear me out. maybe this is too on the nose, but i’m thinking a reincarnation/time travel au 👀 this is a little long but very fun!!

canon era jack picks the wrong fight one night, leaving him passed out in an alley somewhere— when he comes to, he’s in an utterly unfamiliar room (are those electric lights? why is it so white and sterile in here? what the fuck are all these machines beside him??) with a doctor staring down at him, saying something about sedation wearing off.

long story short, he’s in modern au jack’s body, waking up from a coma after a car accident. he starts having a panic attack when the doctor asks him things like “do you know where you are right now” and “can you tell me what year it is” because he doesn’t KNOW!! he’s terrified and overwhelmed, but then he looks beside him and sees davey.

now, something seems off about davey— he looks a little older, and he’s wearing glasses and some very strange clothes— but when jack breathlessly says his name from within his panic, this not-quite-davey almost starts crying with relief. he tells jack that he’s been so worried, and you’re in the hospital, and you were in an accident but you’re gonna be okay, and god jack i was afraid you wouldn’t remember me—

and davey is holding jack’s hand, and then he brings it to his lips and gently kisses jack’s knuckles, right there in front of the doctor. jack nearly has a heart attack… and then nearly has a goddamn aneurysm when he sees the matching wedding bands on his and davey’s fingers.

he eventually figures out that it’s 2023 and his name is still jack kelly, but now he’s twenty-seven years old and married to davey goddamn jacobs. in his own life, he’s been good friends with davey for a few months but never even considered anything more. his confusion in the face of all this is chalked up to a mild brain injury— davey is so gentle in assuring him that things will start to make more sense eventually, but he was just on life support for two weeks, so of course his head’s a little hazy.

anyways, he spends a while settling into other-jack’s life— medda is his adoptive mother here, and race and crutchie are his little brothers, which he finds truly adorable. he’s got family and friends who come to visit him in the hospital, he learns more and more about his new life… and then he’s finally discharged to go home with davey.

i know this has all been confusing, davey tells him, so if you want some space, i can sleep in the guest room. it’s up to you. but jack has found davey to be the most comforting part of this entire experience so of course he tells him he’d be happy to share their bedroom with him (after marvelling for a moment at the fact that other-jack is rich enough to live in a place with a private indoor toilet, electricity, and a fucking guest room). he kisses davey properly for the first time since waking up, and then goes to bed beside him…

and wakes up in a dark alley, somewhere in manhattan, with crutchie and race frantically shaking him awake.

we gotta get you back to the lodge, jack, they tell him. your head’s bleeding just horrible, we gotta get you fixed up. those delanceys really got you this time, ain’t they?

he’s back. he should be relieved— the future, while beautiful in a lot of ways, was unsettling and scary. he’s glad to be home… but when davey comes running to the lodge to check on him after hearing he was hurt, he gets this horrible sense of longing and nostalgia for something that he knows never truly belonged to him.

that was other-jack’s life, and other-jack’s davey, and this jack has the common sense to keep all this to himself… no matter how much it breaks his heart to know he’ll never really be davey’s husband.

[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 😅

👻

[tending-the-hearth]

medda loving all the newsies dearly but the manhattan boys being her favorites bc they're hers, and she's such a mom to them and wants to hold them all so tightly in her arms

[musicalpilftournament]

Character Propaganda Pages Pt 2

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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

[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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[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.

[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.

[i-got-poisenality]

i'd love to hear some assorted Crutchie headcanons if you have them, I am collecting them like shiny rocks :)

thank you for the ask!! and now i shall go feral beast mode because I ABSOLUTELY LOVE CRUTCHIE, HES MY DREAM ROLE AND I PICKED MY NAME BASED OFF OF HIS IN THE JR VERSION!!! and this is mostly for livesies bc he’s more of a major character there

Crutchie is transmasc, asexual, and homoromantic

bridging off of the trans thing, he wears a lot of layers to hide the fact that he is not cis (totally not projecting on that one hahaaaaa)

this man is NOT neurotypical

also he really likes animal crackers

also he’s super casual about any health issues and does not like getting babied(as in he absolutely hates it and steams with rage when people baby him)

his favorite color is 💛yellow💛

this one is really specific but he has freckles on the bridge of his nose

he has called Miss Medda mom on multiple occasions, he eventually just started calling her “Mama Medda” (and Miss Medda’s heart completely melted)

he also always gets Mama Medda flowers for mother’s day, they may or may not be taken from central park

he gives the absolute best hugs and is the best at comforting people

he is the definition of the terms “walk softly but carry a big stick” and “do no harm, take no shit” as he doesn’t like causing problems or starting fights, but he has nearly broken people’s knees by wailing on them with his crutch to defend others

yeah, he’s a lover, not a fighter, but that doesn’t mean he won’t fight if he has to

animals love him and he loves animals, he is physically incapable of walking past a dog(or cat, or horse, or bug, or spider) on the street without petting it

branching off of this, he has brought SO MANY LITTLE CRITTERS BACK TO THE LODGING HOUSE (one time he brought a spider and that was the exact day Jack decided he was sleeping outside full time because the spider escaped and they never found it)

in the summertime, he likes sitting outside in the rain(if it’s light enough, that is) because he finds it really refreshing (it scares the heck out of everyone who cares about him because they’re worried he’ll get sick (this drives him a little bit crazy))

he loves hugs, like, adores them. giving, receiving, just seeing people happy when they get hugs, the warm and fuzzy feeling of them

Davey taught him about flower language(i hc that Davey likes flower language) and now he loves leaving little flowers with hidden meanings around for his friends

he just generally likes getting little gifts for his friends (even if some of them are just small fragments of metal he found on the ground or neat rocks)

very sentimental boy <3

he’s kinda bad at math so Elmer has to help him with it sometimes

still has some ptsd from The Refuge and this tends to mostly show up in nightmares, getting really scared/upset when people yell(especially if it’s at him and ESPECIALLY ESPECIALLY if it’s an older man bc that reminds him of Snyder), having panic attacks when passing by the building that used to be The Refuge, and windows with bars over them(that last one is more specifically for 92’sies bc of how The Refuge was)

on a lighter note, he loves his friends/found family/just about everyone more than most people even thought was possible

and if he ever got the chance to ride one, he’d absolutely adore ferris wheels

i know the crutchtrack shippers are few and far between BUT I AM ONE OF THEM SO HERES THE CRUTCHIE SIDE OF THAT

he was the most adorably awkward, painfully obvious, and painfully oblivious goober

it took MONTHS for both Race and Crutchie to actually realize the other was into them

Crutchie ended up actually confessing through a letter that he shoved in Races hands before skedaddling as fast as possible

once they do get together, they’re both absolute cuddle monsters

Crutchie still gets SO UNBELIEVABLY FLUSTERED every time Race flirts with him

that’s it for now, I WILL ABSOLUTELY TALK MORE ABOUT CRUTCHTRACK IF YOUSE WANT, but yes thank you so much for letting me rant about my favorite boy and sorry that this got sorta long <3

[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.

[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

[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

[kellyscowboy]

for enemies to stranger to lover prompts "Just kiss me already, you idiot." for ikeshot please and thanks

this is almost a year old... erm oops! no fr i'm sorry but trust i'm locking in. also can't find the prompt list so if anyone can find it, please link it to me!! thanks <333

Ike and Hotshot didn't really get along at first. The boys actually, really, hated each other. Ike thought Hotshot was quite uptight. "The guy has a stick up his ass, Mike!" And the Brooklyn boy thought the Manhattan boy was 'too much of a baby.'

They didn't see each other very often, so nothing ever really came of the hatred. Until the strike. Then they were together all the time. Brooklyn boys were constantly in the lodging house, much to Ike's dismay. All the planning and politics had to go down somewhere, right?

Ike knew that, but he didn't understand why it had to be there. Couldn't it just be somewhere neutral? Like Jacobi's or Medda's place, or really anywhere that Ike didn't sleep.

"Is that a stuffed toy?" Hotshot asked, sounding thoroughly shocked.

Ike flushed red. He shoved the doll under a sheet. "My ma made it."

"Ain't you too old to have stuffed toys?"

The Manhattan boy wasn't easily angered. Usually he was the most patient newsboy in his borough. But this was really a sore subject, is what Ike told himself, and the other boy should've known better. "Ain't ya old enough to mind your business? Or did your mama not care about you enough? Huh? Is that why ya can't understand why I would keep something from her? She didn't love you enough?"

"Ike..." Mike said, horrified. He had never heard his brother be mean. And Ike almost felt bad... until there was a fist in his nose and blood dripping onto his shirt.

Then the two boys were rolling on the ground, punches being thrown left and right. Distantly, Ike could hear Mike yelling at him. He could feel his twin grabbing at his shoulder. But he just shoved the boy back and continued to throw his arms around wildly.

It wasn't a fair fight, not by a mile. Hotshot was a fighter. The brawns of the Brooklyn operation. Each launch of his arm was strategic and strong. He knew where he was punching and why he was punching. Ike was the loveable goofy of Manhattan who hadn't so much as had a black eye before. He didn't know what he was doing. His arms mostly just flailed around and he prayed it might make contact once or twice.

"What the hell is going on?" Jack yelled. And though Ike was small, and not typically considered strong, it took himself, Racetrack, and Albert to rip him away from Hotshot. Who was being pulled away by Spot and one of the bigger Brooklyn guys.

Ike shook the boys off angrily and wiped at his bloody nose. "This guy's a dick, that's what's going on!"

"Oh, please." Hotshot laughed dryly. "Don't hide the baby act now!"

The Manhattan boys had to hold Ike back from lunging at the other boy again. Jack shoved Ike away and groaned, rubbing his face as the Brooklyn and Manhattan boys shouted at each other. "Okay. OKAY!" The room went silent. "Here's what we's gonna do, okay? You two are gonna sit in a room and you're gonna figure it out. We ain't got no strike if we don't all get along. So you guys are gonna fix it, or I will. And you ain't gonna like the way I'll fix it."

That's when it all started to change. The two of them were locked in a room together with Mike outside the door, who was told to drag the two of them out by their ears if they started to fight. So they sat in silence, sniffling up the blood from their (probably) broken noses. Hotshot pushed at his bruises while Ike shoved his abandoned shirt up his nose.

"Didn't think ya'd be any good." Hotshot mumbled. "Thought it'd be an easy fight. One punch and done."

Ike chuckled. "I don't think I actually landed anything on ya."

"If that was true, I wouldn't have had to pop my nose back into place."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you look just as good as before." Then Ike froze, and chose to just pretend he didn't say it. A sort of uneasy silence fell between them as Hotshot took in the words and Ike decided which way he was going to kill himself.

Hotshot wasn't used to blind hatred feeling like this. Usually, when he hated someone, he didn't want to be around them. Didn't want to antagonize them or anything, just wanted to avoid them at every cost. But it was different with Ike. All he wanted to do was be around the boy. And although he had previously thought it was to make fun of the boy, or even to get into a fight with him. But he had begun to rethink the whole thing they had going on.

Maybe the reason it felt different was because he didn't really hate the boy. Maybe the softness intrigued him. Most newsboys weren't sweet and never retained their innocence. And he had to admit that the other boy wasn't unattractive.

"You don't look too bad yourself, guy."

The two began to drift closer together, both of them sort of trying to scoot in without the other noticing. Ike turned to look at the boy, followed the trail of his bloody nose down to his lips and the looked back up to his eyes. "You jus' gonna look?"

"What?" Ike choked out weekly.

Hotshot scoffed. "Just kiss me already, you idiot."

Ike threw all caution to the wind and began to lean in, where he was met halfway by Hotshot. The two of them desperately held onto each other. There was no stopping in sight until someone shoved the door open and they jumped away from each other.

"This is NOT what I meant by 'figure it out.'" Jack said, exasperated. Spot was peeking over the boys shoulder, an eyebrow raised. Racetrack and Albert were wooting and winking, while Mike just looked thoroughly horrified and tried to cover his eyes.