#newsies concepts

[make-friends-with-the-rats]

okay but guys why are we completely sleeping on the pure angst potential of the complexities of Katherine and the Pulitzer family???

[wekiaam]

I wonder why everyone's so scared of Brooklyn

@clevereverest 's request!

[livesincerely]

Jack’s hauling all six feet of Davey’s deadweight back to his car, trying to shove his lanky, drunken, noodle limbs into the passenger seat—Jesus Christ, he really is all leg, ain’t he?—when Davey kisses him.

Jack freezes. Goes perfectly still, frozen in place, as panic pierces his chest like a shot to the heart.

Because Davey is drunk, drunker than drunk, really, his mouth warm and soft and a little sloppy against his own. He tastes like salt and tequila and that last round of fireball shots Racetrack ordered for the table, tastes like everything Jack’s ever wanted and nothing he’s allowed to have.

Davey makes soft, unhappy noise in the back of his throat, then loops clumsy arms around Jack’s neck and tugs him closer: stubborn, insistent, and drunk, so fucking drunk, because Jack knows better than to think he’d ever do this sober.

But he smells so good—like coconut conditioner and the fancy fabric softener he insists on and Davey—and he fits so perfectly in Jack’s arms and he’s kissing Jack like he wants him. Right here in the parking lot, half in and half out of the passenger seat of Jack’s car, with nothing but the buzzing street lamps overhead to notice Jack’s heart cracking into tiny little pieces.

Davey sighs against his lips, his fingers curling gently around the nape of his neck, and Jack knows.

Knows he shouldn’t. Knows it’s a mistake. Knows that Davey—clever, gorgeous, wonderful Davey—won’t remember this in the morning, and Jack will never, not ever forget.

But he’s only human. He’s just a man, hopelessly in love with his best friend.

And for just a moment, he kisses him back.

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Jack forces himself to pull away. Davey looks up at him with big, blue pleading eyes, his mouth wet and red and perfect, his cheeks pink from the rasp of Jack’s stubble.

“Why’d you stop?” Davey mumbles, a swirly curl of hair falling over his forehead. Jack’s heart skips in his chest. “You don’t want to kiss me?”

“Dave, I—“ What can he say? What can he possibly say?

He needs to apologize, needs to beg for forgiveness because Davey might be drunk off his ass but Jack absolutely is not, had a half a beer and a single shot, so there’s no excuse to fall back on. There’s no excuse for this.

Davey pats him on the shoulder with all the coordination of a wet mop head.

“‘S okay,” he says. “I don’t want to kiss you either.”

Jack’s pretty sure a baseball bat to the back of the head would hurt less.

He wants to stumble away as quickly as he can, wants to see if Kath and Sarah are still out front waiting for their Uber and if they’d take Davey home instead if he asked really, really nicely and walked away before they could ask him any questions.

Instead he sucks in a steadying breath. Carefully reaches around Davey to buckle in his seatbelt.

“There’s this guy,” Davey says, hushed like he’s sharing a secret. “I wanna kiss him all— all the time. He’s handsome and funny and way smarter than he gives himself credit for and— and he’s just the best, you know?”

Jack does not know. Jack would rather be force-fed his own liver than know any of this.

He starts manually lifting Davey’s legs into the footwells. Tucks his feet in so they don’t block the car door.

“His name’s Jack.”

Jack stops. Wonders, for just a second, if maybe someone did hit him over the head, actually, because—

Because the last ten minutes have been a fucking rollercoaster and he might have the world’s first genuine case of emotional whiplash, but—

His name is Jack.

His name is Jack, right?

[jackmkelly]

katherine plumber😁😁😁😁😁💝💝💘💝💓💓🫶🫶🫶🤞🤞🤞

[emmedoesntdomath]

if we are ever listening to a musical, PLEASE know that I am having the time of my life- but also, I am imagining ways I could make it gayer. like, I love the original, don’t get me wrong. but gimme a masc lesbian benny who’s in love with her boss’ femme daughter, nina. give me an awkward nb emmett forrest who is tripping head over heels for this young, blonde lawyer who doesn’t even realize how many stereotypes she’s defying. show us an elphaba and glinda who are allowed to be more than just roommates. newsies who are able to be ✨newsies✨.  it doesn’t seem that hard. 

[mwolf0epsilon]

Cats are known to live in communities. In these communities, it's not uncommon to see older cats co-parent with younger cats to ensure the more inexperienced ones have a better chance of raising their litters. As such, it wouldn't be too farfetched for Meowscles to occasionally play babysitter for the neighborhood kittens his son hangs out with on occasion.

Is this just one big excuse to play around with Meowscles's and Kit's models in Blender? Mayhaps... But who doesn't like some wholesome cat dad content?

[we-are-inevitable]

can i force u to think abt newsies and masks and types of heroes. can i force it into ur brain. maybe. -@jack-kellys

ill do you one better.

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"It's bad," Jack says, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he can catch them. "I'm bad, David. I'm bad luck."

They're sitting in the rubble. Something is burning, and neither of them know what it is. Up in flames, they said. His partnership with David, whatever that means, would end up in flames. And Jack had fought hard to provide some sort of safety, of stability, but when have his wants ever mattered that way?

"I don't care."

And there David is, breaking through his defenses.

Jack is sitting on his knees on the ground as it happens. His face is bare, smattered with blood and dirt and grime, and he watches, shaking, as David kneels in front of him. David picks up Jack's mask from the ground. Two jagged halves, split.

Slowly, he looks up, and Davey takes in Jack's face for the first time.

Jack fights back the urge to cringe. He knows what he is. He's rough edges, he's scars and imperfections, he's a split lip and bruised eye socket and nothing good. Nothing pure, nothing David deserves to see.

"I don't care," David repeats, his voice softer. "I understand. You don't have to be perfect, Jackie."

"But I do. I have to- I have to be good."

"You're good just like this," David's hands shift, and Jack sees him gently place one half of the mask in his hand with the other, then uses his free hand to gently cup Jack's face- a mess, a rotten thing, something to be concealed. "You're good just like this."

Jack doesn't know if he believes it. Not even as David's thumb runs along his cheekbone.

David pulls his hand away, then looks down at the broken mask. He puts the pieces together, then slowly holds the mask up again, hiding Jack's face.

"This is good too," he whispers. "You can keep this, if you'd prefer."

Jack takes in a shuddering breath. "I can't- Davey, I..."

"I know," David says softly, smiling like it's the easiest thing in the world. "I know. You're okay."

With trembling hands, Jack takes the mask. He holds the cracked pieces to his face, and David leans forward, pressing his forehead to the mask- accepting it. Accepting Jack, in any form.

Up in flames. Down in smoke.

Jack can be the hero if David's by his side.

[agentsnickers]

hmmmm.

david is a used bookstore clerk with a crush on the guy who runs the art store across the street (not the owner; the only manager they have who knows what he’s doing). they keep running into each other at the coffeeshop down the block, where the baristas are watching with interest, and at surprisingly frequent intervals out in the world. jack is sweet and funny and knows a lot about paint, and there’s no way he’s interested in david, too.

and anyway, his little brother who he’s barely talked to in years - not estranged, just seven years younger - showed up at his door last night with a baby in a carrier on his chest and two suitcases in hand.

“i didn’t know where else to go,” les said.

and david said, “this was the right place.”

so now he’s got other things to worry about besides whether Jack From The Art Store might return his silly crush.

les, who won’t talk to their parents or tell david where the baby - “noah. his name’s noah.” - came from besides firmly declaring him his child, disagrees. in between his new job at the elementary school in town and his baby-and-me classes with noah, he has made something of a mission to set david up with Jack From The Art Store.

too bad as of now jack just thinks David From The Bookstore’s little brother is really into art.

[one-paper-bag]

javey nation watch out‼️ another banger is on its way ⁉️🗣️🔥

[jack-kellys]

ur doing requests again. do you have any ideas for buzzfeed unsolved au or hunted au. if not feel free to ignore but if so…. god id love some unhinged javid

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

bringing nightposting back for hunted au

if u didn't know. i do/used to have a rly wild fic about a serial killer and the detective bound to fall for him (or vice versa).

[piedoesnotequalpi]

a second option for you! (whatever ship your heart desires)

(AU mash-up ask game)

Howdy! I did see your other ask, but Hell and grocery stores are quite possibly the same thing so I think I will return to that one at a later date. Also, thanks to @claireverlasting for being a sounding board!

Okayokayokay so

I've never done a soulmate AU before, so I have no idea what I'm doing, but for the purposes of this AU I'm doing matching marks (they usually relate to how people meet, but this is variable). Anyway.

As a kid, Spot was confused by the three Greek letters along the side of his forearm--what does ΣΦΕ even mean? Eventually, though, one of his elementary school teachers took pity on him and explained that those letters represent a fraternity. Spot didn't know what that was, but he thought maybe it meant he'd eventually be a member of that frat and meet someone through it--a girl at an event, perhaps.

Time goes on, and Spot realizes his soulmate will probably not be a girl. But more importantly, his older cousins go to college, and some of them join Greek life at the big state schools they attend and go through some major personality shifts. Others don't join Greek life and advise him to also not join Greek life, so when Spot starts college searching, he limits himself to schools that have limited-to-no Greek life on campus. He also spends a lot of time wondering how the heck his soulmate has anything to do with Greek life, because surely that means his soulmate is incredibly annoying.

Unfortunately for him, the one school he gets into that he actually likes happens to have some Greek life. It's not inescapable, but it's there. Spot checks the website before he leaves for school and sees that they do have a SigEp chapter, but he resolves to avoid it and heads off to school with a suitcase and a whole lot of concealer for his soulmark. As he goes through the semester, he refuses to join his newfound friends at frat parties and generally stays as far away as he can from the frat quad. He also never shares his soulmark with anyone, and when he's asked about it, he says he thinks there's more to relationships than what some stupid mark says.

During the spring semester, he signs up for a cross-listed math/classics class about different concepts of infinity, and he gradually gets to know his quick-witted blond classmate who asks a lot of questions. Their "study sessions" get longer and longer until one night Spot asks Race if he'd like to drop the pretense and just go on a date for real. Race says yes, of course, and they go to a café near campus that weekend.

"It's weird," Race says towards the end of their date, "I thought I knew for sure how I'd meet my soulmate, but I'm starting to hope I'm wrong."

Spot, trying very hard not to panic over the implication that Race is hoping they're soulmates, says, "How did you think you'd meet them?"

"Through my fraternity," Race says. He pulls up the leg of his shorts to reveal a ΣΦΕ soulmark that's exactly the same as Spot's.

"God fucking damn it," Spot says.

[make-friends-with-the-rats]

I Never Planned on You but it’s 1931

[wekiaam]

"One for all, and all for one!"

Today marks 125 years since the start of the newsboy strike against The World and The Journal! Here's my revamped version of the strike picture that I made last year!

Last year's version and which newsie is which under the cut 🗞🪧👞

[saveugoodmadam]

I get the appeal for vampire!Davey and werewolf!Jack but also consider werewolf!Davey who has to wear a nervous animal harness if he goes out on full moons but usually just stays inside napping and vampire!Jack who loves the sunlight so much he can't help but find a way to enjoy it despite his undeadness (with many failed attempts)

[artificial-hope]

Woah mama…

Tumblr user artificial hope posts concept art of any merit is immediately struck down by the gods

Anyways would y’all mind if I posted about these 4 more often cause their dynamic has consumed my every waking thought even though they’ve never interacted ever

Zombie au…

For context on rider looking, interesting he is… a robot, yeah… not squid, robot. Silly silly boy.

[silver-lined-horizons]

Why is their Sekai a post office? Is there symbolism behind it or just vibes? Either way, very cool and unique

;; the sekai was created mainly out of katsuo and meri's feelings, the reason that katsuo had it manifest as a post office is mostly explained in this area conversation and for meri it's similar.. but there's more symbolic meaning that's explored in the story.

;; it was half off of symbolism and half off of vibes. i imagine it as the post office from the pokémon mystery dungeon games.