#newsies tattoo

[thefrankensteinplace]

Finally got my Newsies tattoo! I had hoped to get it in time for the 30th anniversary and before I went to see it in the west end, but it’s here now! This quote was always one of my favourite from 92sies

[jilllovesmike]

A closeup of Mike’s tattoo.

[metallicmikus]

MODERN NEWSIES TATTOO SHOP AU

coffee shop au? NO!!! tattoo shop <3

the studio is located in lower east side, manhattan, and it’s probably called East Side Ink or something like that. and the shop has the best vibes, gay old vibes.

Jack is a tattoo artist who also does piercings (and is the owner). He’s covered in tattoos, plenty of which he did himself. He can do pretty much anything. He loves artsy tattoos and colorful pieces. He doesn’t like realism/portraits. He has his firsts and seconds pierced but that’s really it. His area in the shop is decorated with his paintings. He loves to create ‘paintings’ on people. He 100% has a full like ‘santa fe’ piece on his back.

Charlie/Casey/Crutchie is receptionist at the front desk who makes all of the appointments and shit. He’s got a few tattoos, probably like the ‘doodle’ style tattoos. Mostly small ones.

Racetrack is a piercer and he specializes in fine lines and calligraphy. He’s probably the one to do smaller tattoos. His ears are pierced all the way up. He also has a bridge piercing and probably a septum. He used to have a lip ring but he chewed on it too much. And he will absolutely talk the clients ears off.

Albert is also a tattoo artist. He has so many piercings. Up the ears, industrial, eyebrow, nose, snake bites, bridge, vertical labret, tongue. Also covered in tattoos. He specializes in like a darker more gothic style of tattoos (goth albert stans where are you). And ofc he’s got his arms out all the time (no sleeves) so he can show off his muscles and his tattoos fr fr. Also definitely has something cool tattooed over his top surgery scars. A lot of people are scared of him cuz he’s intimidating.

Specs is also an artist and piercer there. He mostly has only black ink done on him, but he loves to do colorful pieces on other people. He doesn’t have as many tattoos as the other artists. He loves details and he absolutely loves to hear the story behind the tattoo the client is getting. He’s a perfect artist for your first tattoo.

there would be a few more artists but i’m thinking about the gays!!!

david doesn’t work there, but he goes in to get his first tattoo, and jack is his artist. And jack being jack is unintentionally flirty with him. David is like “wow he’s kinda cute”

also ralbert is real in this au, it’s my au what the fuck do you think??? ofc ralbert is gonna be in this au!

[noxexistant]

i am bewitched body and soul by my own modern au. have mush.

whispers he has tattoos too but i haven’t designed those yet shhhh

[joeythefrog]

Jack has a tattoo that says 'yeehaw till I yee fuckin' naw alive anymore' on the small of his back just above his ass and Davey laughs at him every time he sees it

[frogmanfae]

Race with tattoos. Spot with piercings. That's all.

[we-are-inevitable]

hollywood au + flowershop/tattoo artist au ? - asper

oh my fuck. oh my fuck

ty for the ask!! @loving-jack-kelly

***

“Charlie!”

A distant thud, and then: “What the fuck are you yelling for? It’s eight in the morning, oh my God.”

Jack only feels a little bit sorry for him. He should probably feel worse; today is Charlie’s only day off this week, having picked up an extra day at the floral shop he works at, but this— it’s important, truly. “Just— Just hurry up and get in here, man, this is— I— Holy fuck.”

“Oh, yeah, of course, make the disabled guy walk to you instead of come to him. Perfect logic there,” Charlie calls out, his voice getting closer and closer with each word, soon emerging from the small hallway in their shared apartment. “What are you freakin’ out over this time?” He says as he rests his cane against the arm of the couch, plopping down and swinging his bad leg across Jack’s lap.

Instead of replying, Jack just keeps staring down at his phone. Staring at the new notifications. Staring at something that has to be a dream. Right? Because, if this is real— if these notifications are actually there, if Charlie sees them too— then this is going to be fucking insane. This is going to completely change his career.

His hands shake, just barely, as he passes Charlie the phone. “Look. Those— Those ain’t fake. Right? Is that a- a parody account or somethin’?”

Charlie stares at the screen for a few moments, takes it in, and says: “Holy… fuck.”

Instagram: davidjacobs started following you.

You have one unread message from davidjacobs.

“I haven’t even looked at the message yet,” Jack says after a moment, eyes wide. “He, like— that’s him? Like, actually—?”

“His account has the blue check mark and everything,” Charlie says in a rushed voice, and Jack watches him scroll through the Instagram feed after clicking on the account. “This— Look, he just posted photos yesterday from a shoot with Prada. Fucking Prada, Jack, that’s— that’s huge! And this one, he’s on Vanity Fair, and—“

“Give me that,” Jack says, reaching over and ripping his phone out of Charlie’s hands. “Did you look at the—?”

“No, no, I didn’t,” Charlie cuts in, leaning closer to look over Jack’s shoulder. “Open it! Come on, don’t be chicken shit.”

“Will you shut the fuck up and let me think?”

“Will you shut the fuck up and let me see the DM?”

Jack groans, then clicks on the messages tab. There it is, right there: David Jacobs, requesting to DM him. Jack can’t exactly believe it. David Jacobs, the man who won an Oscar just over a week ago, has messaged him. David Jacobs, the hottest man alive, pop culture’s current golden boy, Jack’s biggest celebrity crush, has messaged him.

He takes a deep breath and opens the DM.

davidjacobs: Hi, Jack! I’m looking to get a tattoo soon, and a buddy of mine sent me your page. Your work is incredible, and your style is exactly what I am looking for. I’d love to book you for a session if you have anything available. I’ll be in Manhattan for a week starting on the 27th before heading back to LA; do you have any availability? If not, I’d love for you to shoot me a message when your bookings open up. Thanks. DJ xx

“Oh my God,” Charlie blurts out, putting a hand on Jac’s shoulder. “Oh my fucking God, David Jacobs wants you to tattoo him! Holy— Do you know what this means?!”

“I— I have to open shop on a Tuesday,” Jack says, almost in a dreamlike state. “I’m fully booked for the next, like, month, but I— I can open shop on a Tuesday, and have him come in, and we can- I don’t know, it would be worth it? He’d tip really fuckin’ well, and—“

“He’s willing to wait for you,” Charlie interrupts. “Holy shit. You’re tattooing an Oscar winner.”

“I’m tattooing an Oscar winner,” Jack repeats, nodding his head.

It slowly starts to sink in. David Jacobs, an Oscar winner, a twenty-three year old with 58.9 million Instagram followers, who’s face is on every ad in the country, Hollywood’s newest heartthrob, wants a tattoo from Jack Kelly. Jack Kelly, whose shop isn’t even that well known. He has about five thousand followers on his personal page, and even less on his shop’s page. He only employs two other artists- a guy named Finch and another named Spot- because he can’t afford a larger space for the shop, and he’s been trying so hard to grow their followings and promote his art, his dream, and now…

Jack takes one look at Charlie, and says, “I think I’m going to throw up.”

And an hour later, David Jacobs’ name is on his books.

[kellyscowboy]

oh so while i was gone i got a tattoo & a belly piercing!!! (on the same day, i was bored. sue me.)

anyways here's the tattoo & if anyone wants to give me naval piercing advice PLEASEEEEE. this piercing is stressing me out so much LMFAO.

[b-rainlet]

Sometimes I remember how fucking awesome Newsies is and my whole day lightens up

[daylightisviolent]

No but spravey tattoo shop au where davey and spot are tattoo artists and race is the new resident piercer and its actually just an excuse for me to think about spravey and the tattoos and piercings theyd have and how they basically become a canvas of each others works

[axx0x]

New tattoo

Love

[jilllovesmike]

Update from @moonannwrites on Twitter. Check it out. She has a little bit of Mike with her everywhere she goes. 🥰🥰

[metallicmikus]

I DID IT I GOT MY FIRST TATTOO!!!! AND ITS BEN FANKHAUSERS HANDWRITING!!!!! obviously i told him when i asked him to write it out that it was for a tattoo! this is the coolest thing ever!!! I love it so much!!!!

[thisdivinecomedy]

So I did a thing. I'm in love with my thing. There's another thing, too, but it's not Newsies related.

[dashiellqvverty]

hot crutchie from the community theater production of newsies i went to in 2019(?) do you know the impact you had on me

[frogmanfae]

*pulls up to your table on roller skates*

Alright who asked for a Javid tattoo artist/florist au? No one? Damn. Oh well, guess it'll go to waste then.

David was skilled in language. That's something he's been told all his life. If you ask anyone who knows him, they'll tell you he has a way with words unlike any they've ever seen before. His freshman English teacher would say he was the most eloquent writer she'd ever met. His debate team advisor would say he was the most powerful speaker she'd ever had the honor to train and that she used that word, train, very loosely, most of his skill was beyond what she could enhance. His mother would say he had a larger vocabulary than she did from the day he was born. All of these people, along with whoever else you would ask, had certain expectations about what David would grow up to be. A lawyer. An author. A motivational speaker.

But David found that, while he did enjoy the way he could twist and bend the English language, he still struggled with saying things that had any real meaning behind them. He would have certain things to say with no way of saying them. All of the words were almost right but none of them were exactly what he wanted to string together. Sometimes, it frustrated him so much that he stopped speaking altogether.

That abrupt halt of speech was something that happened quite a bit to David. Sometimes it was caused by frustration. Sometimes by stress. Sometimes overwhelming emotions that were even positive. Sometimes for no reason at all. It just happened. The words stayed in his throat but he had no way to get them out.

That is, until flowers.

And so, he became a florist. He was always good with plants. They were just like people, but easier. Not as needy. Well, okay, they were pretty needy, but they were always honest about their wants and needs. David didn't need to do any digging or reading between the lines or anything but pay attention to them. It was great. Perfect, even. His little slice of green in the New York City grey.

Once when they were in high school, his sister, Sarah, told David that different flowers can mean different things. It was a little factoid that she learned from the girl she was interested in at the time, but it completely changed David's life. He spent weeks after that researching what different flowers mean and how putting them with other flowers can alter the message until the bouquet says exactly what he wanted it to. It was unlike any language he ever saw before and he didn't even need to use his voice. It was perfect.