#modern race higgins

[i-politely-disagree]

moments from our singing group but its newsies

Jack, looking pointedly at Spot: It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small....

Davey: I just can't sing that loud

Race: Just channel me *dances*

Albert: So I can't wear my alien beanie??

Race: And he lives far away...

Crutchie: just send a letter by pigeon, we got a lot of those.

@mia-the-weirdo

[applesauce1739]

Newsies hc

If newsies took place in a modern day society Race would be the kind of guy to get confessed to through text and reply with “Let’s play 8 ball!” on game pigeon

[piedoesnotequalpi]

Race likes knitting sweaters but hates knitting sleeves so Spot's wardrobe ends up being like 50% hand-knitted tank tops

[military-newsboys]

Race: You’re forgetting all your Spanish. You never practice.

Crutchie: Soy embarazada.

Race: You just told us you’re pregnant.

Albert: Congrats. You’re glowing.

[spracemodernau]

Spot, what's the stupidest thing Race has done, but you found it utterly adorable?

"fell in love with me"

[sparkedblaze]

hapbalentinedae

[mouser-is-a-goober]

newsies modern au but they’re all band kids.

what instruments i think (some) of them would play (only some cause idk if i’ll remember everyone) (under cut)

jack kelly: he would play the trumpet, he js gives off the vibes of playing trumpet—he would be in marching band and in one of the concert bands but not jazz band.

davey jacobs: he would play piano, (in jazz band,) and he would’ve already played piano before he joined band so, yeah. i also feel like he could play some sort of string instrument? like not guitar but one of the ones in orchestra, im not sure which though.

kathrine plumber: she would not be in band but be in orchestra and play violin because joe thinks it’s like an instrument for smart people or sum shit and made her chose it. does she like it? somewhat. would she rather play a different instrument? probably.

racetrack higgins: he wouldve originally played percussion but after awhile he decided he didnt really like it and jack told him to switch to trumpet so they could be “trumpet buddies.” (one of my friends came up with this one.) he would be in marching band and some sort of concert band (same one as jack probably)

albert dasilva (praying i spelt his last name right): he would play percussion, he would’ve tried out of jazz band but didn’t get into jazz band so just ended up in a concert band, and maybe also marching band.

spot conlon: they (using they/them cause uksies) would play percussion, and would only be in marching band.

crutchie morris: he would play clarinet or bass clarinet, he would be in one of the concert bands (i feel like all of the newsies in one of the concert bands would be in the same one,) and maybe jazz band.

anyway that’s all i’m doing rn, might do like a pt.2 later maybe?? idk

-a band kid

[ya-what--ya-erster]

OKAY I decided I need to describe in detail my modern newsies appearances so here’s for Race

Race is tall and almost unhealthily skinny

His hair is natural brown but he dyes it ALL THE TIME and when it’s not a bright color it’s dyed blonde

Race does makeup okay. Like. Not full face crazy but some winged eyeliner and maybe some super colorful eye shadow on occasion

HE HAS A TONGUE PIERCING

and like. One cuff on his left ear

he wears cropped shirts, and jeans with so many holes they barely count as jeans

high top converse and docs (projecting)

I don’t think I stressed enough how skinny he is y’all like a medium sized shirt hangs off of his frame like it’s just been hung on. A stick or smth

Edit- ALSO tattoos. Many. He def has something to mark the important events and people in his life. There’s one for Albert, one for Jack, one for Medda, and bonus- he has one for Jacks little brother who died, because they were pals (Jack is like three years older than race and race is like 3 years older than Michael. To me. Idk how canon says it shal be but)

[orangesand-lemons-234]

Race sings Hernoine Can't Draw from A Very Potter Musical by Starkid every time he sees Jack painting just to piss him off.

[finchesslingshott]

me and @coffeeistired went on a whole rant together about modern!finch + modern!race and their bestie lore so here you go enjoy

they met each other in an adoption centre and when they went to the same middle school and found each other in class (my brain says like 6th grade when they met) they both got so excited (race/finch creds)

they were practically attached at the hip all through middle and high school, but they had a phase right after they graduated where they both got rlly busy and drifted apart and panicked and finch called race at like two a.m. in tears one night and was like "WE'RE STILL BEST FRIENDS RIGHT YOU DONT HATE ME???" (finch creds)

race reassured him, they had a good talk, and fell asleep on call together (finch creds)

THEY MET UP THE NEXT DAY AT BAR AND FINCH’S DUMB ASS CRASHED ON THE DRIVE HOME 😒 (he has never been able to live this down) (race creds)

finch and buttons were alr dating by then and buttons found finch waiting in the hospital (race broke his arm or smth) and smacked finch upside the head then kissed him (finch creds)

Race used to jokingly guilt trips Finch over that….”what do you meannn ya don’t wanna go to the pet shelter with me? Ya broke my arm! I’m trying to cheer myself up, I don’t wannna go aloneeee :(“ but he stopped after a month or two after he realized Finch might geuninely feel bad (race creds)

and finch did feel bad. immensely. finch literally wouldnt even touch a bottle of beer or smth for literal months and cried so many times over it, he was so scared to lose his and race's friendship because it meant the entire world and then some to him (finch creds)

Right now, Modern!Race is in collage to be an aerospace engineer, he has an internship at a space station(which is how he makes a good portion of his money- using that to pay off collage) and he’s an assistant teacher for the local middle/elmentray school’s special education program, he goes down once or twice a week. He doesn’t tell people his job because he thinks they won’t beilve him since he’s…”too dumb” (race creds)

a lot of race's little students he helps out with take piano lessons (some take voice and/or dance) from finch and finch reports to race what they say about him (finch creds)

BONUS —

in my mind finch is the shortest and he and buttons take the crud out of finch for being small (a mere 5'6") (finch creds)

"we shoulda nicknamed you smalls instead of finch-" "SHUT YOUR MOUTH." (finch creds)

Race has no room to talk he’s short too/J (5’7 1/2) (race creds)

"RACE YOURE AN INCH AND A HALF TALLER THAN ME SHUT YOUR TRAP" “I CANT HEAR YOU FROM DOWN THERE” "I HATE YOU" (finch/race creds)

Meanwhile, Buttons grinning evilly in the background with his 1/2 an inch over Race (buttons creds @thegreatbuttoneer)

"BUTTONS BABY I LOVE YOU BUT NO ONE ASKED ALR???" "youre just mad you have to get on tiptoe to kiss me" "i'm divorcing you" "WE ARENT EVEN MARRIED YET FINCH" (finch creds)

anyways i'm back in my own house so expect a lot of random drabble as we continue the binch revolution, love you guys <333

[little-miss-biatch]

Race, trying to flirt: you’re probably one of those people who doesn’t even know they’re beautiful

Spot: no, I know

Borrowed from @just-incorrect-quotes

[i-politely-disagree]

Modern Newsies Theories Pt.3

OMG THE WINDOW

Sprace is still 17-18

Spot wasn't used to having someone care about him and he never realized how much he needed it. Some nights he'd go all dead girl walking and break Race's window lock to get in and spend time with him.

But obviously, his foster family would be concerned that he was gone most mornings so he just told them he was going to a 24-hour gym before school to help with his sports. They believed it and never woke up too early so luckily Spot's cover story stayed.

Race's mom was surprisingly chill, she understood Spot's story and why he wanted someone to hold him but the only thing she didn't understand was why he didn't use the front door. (Girl was tired of replacing the window locks every other week)

Jack....was....interesting... He wasn't a big fan of Spot and was very overprotective of the only brother he'd ever had. He'd see Spot in their kitchen in the mornings and just roll his eyes wondering why Race chose Spot Conlon. (I have a fic abt this here)

I'm so glad yall like these!!

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

*shakes these like a bag of cat treats* pspspsps

[bigmack2go]

If this isnt Rcae’s hair i dont want it (bc i finally made up my mind about what version of race i prefer. (I do still like the other versions but yk))

[somedayonbroadway]

Happy Halloween, my friend! I would be ever so grateful if you were to do more of the ghost au, it is marvelous so far! I'm hooked already and I can't wait to see where it goes!

Ghost AU Part 1

Happy not so Halloween!

Me either. I have no idea what’s gonna happen next.

Race was running late. He had set five alarms and didn’t remember waking up to a single one of them. So he threw on a sweatshirt and some jeans and rushed downstairs to find his dad calmly braiding Smalls’s hair as she ate her oatmeal and watched cartoons. “Why didn’t you wake me up?!” Race cried to his father as shoved a poptart in his mouth and grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder in one swift motion. Only, his bag happened to be open, sending all kinds of papers and assignments all over the floor. The boy groaned as he bent down to pick them up.

With a sigh, Jack shook his head. “You know the rules, Racer,” he insisted. “I won’t always be there to wake you up and if you miss classes, that’s on you.”

The kid rolled his eyes as he shoved things back into his backpack, shaking his head, finally taking an actual bite of the pop tart in his mouth. But he paused when he saw a paper he didn’t recognize, full of words in a language he did not speak. “The fuck is this?”

“Watch your mouth,” Jack scolded loosely, finally finishing with his daughter's hair. “What is it?” he asked.

Hearing the stress in his dad’s voice, Race just shook his head and crumbled it up, throwing it on the table. Smalls grabbed it and started to play with it as Race quickly kissed Jack’s cheek. “Nothin’, prob’ly,” he assured. “Love you, bye,” he called before he ran out the door to catch the train.

Jack sighed, tying off Smalls’s hair. He sniffled kissed the girl’s head. “You ready for daycare, baby?” he asked.

Smalls shrugged and yawned a bit. “Do I have to?” she asked.

“Yes, sweet girl, daddy’s gotta work today, so you gotta go ta daycare,” Jack stated, taking her now empty bowl and tossing it in the sink. “Come on, get your coat,” he urged.

But Smalls wasn’t listening. She was too busy running her finger over the words on the paper Race had found in his backpack. She hummed an old lullaby to herself as she read it, a smile forming on her face as she looked up and saw David in the doorway. “The man’s back!” she said gleefully.

Jack squinted. “Whaddya mean, baby?” he asked, looking towards where the little girl was pointing. He froze when he saw a man standing in the doorway of his daughter’s bedroom. He jumped back with a small cry, grabbing Smalls and holding her to his chest. “Who’re you?! What the hell are you doing?!”

“Daddy, it’s David!” Smalls giggled.

Jack was horrified. He grabbed a knife. “Get out of my house!” he screamed. The man didn’t seem bothered by his threat. He only stepped back into the room. So Jack rushed after him. “Hey!” He shoved the door to his daughter’s room wide open, freezing when he found it empty.

Smalls hummed in disappointment. “You scared him!” she said.

Jack rushed to the window, making sure it was locked. Then he set his little girl on the bed and began to check the room for any points of entry. When he found none, he turned back to her and held her hands. “Hey… that man, how does he get in, Saraya?”

Smalls shook her head. “He don’t. He lives here, like us,” she insisted.

Jack shook his head. “Baby, what does he do? Does he try to hurt you?”

“No, David’s nice. The bad man tries to hurt David though—“

“The bad man?” Jack asked, clearly in a panic. “Okay… hey, ya know what? We’re staying home today. Go watch your cartoons, honey, it’s alright,” he insisted, letting Saraya bound off back into the living room.

Jack’s heart was beating so fast he wasn’t sure he could keep up. He glanced to the window again, reaching for his phone. He dialed three little numbers before holding the thing to his ear. “Yeah, I’d like to report a break in.”

He looked over to his little girl sitting on the couch, happily watching cartoons and put a hand over his mouth, confused and concerned.

When he walked back out into the living room and kitchen, he looked down at that piece of paper on the counter. He paused when he saw what was written. “Help me, help me, help me, help me…” It was written over and over again. He glanced at his baby and then back to the paper, taking the thing and crumbling it up, about to toss it into the garbage before he stopped. Instead he tossed it onto the counter and walked over to his daughter, holding her close as he waited for the police.

Something was definitely not right here.

[spracemodernau]

Who hogs more of the bed, and who steals the blanket?

"Spot sleeps like a fucking starfish"

"And Race just 'runs cold'" "We can't win"