#twin newsies

[one-highfalutin-sonuva-gun]

Newsies: Buck and Trend

Buck and Trend are twin Brooklyn Newsies working on the frontlines for Spot's army.

Buck has big rabbit teeth and dresses in an orange shirt and brown vest. He's the athletic twin. Notice the slingshot in his hand.

His twin prefers a darker look with a grey shirt under a black vest. Unlike Buck, Trend doesn't have any athletic abilities. He's just there to cross his arms and look imposing.

Trend's more of a trendsetter, combining two fashion styles into one, the double collared look and the shorter sleeves over long sleeves look. His fashion choices are ahead of its time, about a century ahead. These looks didn't catch on until the early 2000s.

Some random guys found on Reddit sporting both looks from that era. (They would've been Newsies had they been around a hundred years earlier.)

The only thing these twins have in common is that they like to pop up behind walls like Whac-a-Mole.

Spot's army consists of multiple sets of twins (one set in white text, the other yellow):

All the guys in the above pic have to do is pout and stare menacingly.

While these guys man the slingshots. Spot's tactic is to use the first set of twins as a diversion, while the second set attacks.

Buck joins Spot as one of the millions of voices singing. His twin is nowhere to be seen (probably because they're played by the same actor).

[racetrackmybeloved]

obsessed with how two people stand out for being short. one is a nine-year-old, and the other is the most feared newsboy in all of new york.

[highfalutin-son-of-a-gun]

sarah “im older than you” and david “only by four minutes >:c” jacobs

[shsl-fander]

Me when the Jacobs twins

[hexmari]

Introducing your boyfriend to your twin sister who is mean to you 😔

[we-are-inevitable]

Now… transmasc Davey… he’s tumbling around in my brain like a loose sock in the dryer… thoughts and feelings? 👀

transmasc davey who’s always known he feels Different because sarah is his twin sister and they are supposed to be the same and she loves dresses but why doesn’t he? transmasc davey who tries out for sports even though he doesn’t really like them because sarah is the girly sister, so he’ll pick up the tomboy act, and it’s a lot more acceptable for girls to be covered in dirt and grime when you soend hours practicing softball every day. transmasc davey who asks for a haircut going into freshman year of high school because he’s tired of looking exactly like his sister and being mistaken for her, so he gets a shoulder length cut, and then a chin length cut, and then a pixie, and suddenly he feels a lot more confident. transmasc davey who, by some stroke of luck, got his father’s genes and is 6’1 as a junior in high school and knows he’s queer now, but doesn’t know why shopping for prom dressed with sarah is making his chest ache or why he feels more comfortable in baggy jeans and hoodies or why he has a crush on jack yet doesn’t want to pursue or ask him to prom because it feels weird and wrong right now.

transmasc davey who buys a compression bra the summer before senior year and realizes Oh. Oh wait. There’s something here. transmasc davey who comes out to sarah first before anyone else and sarah is only upset because davey could have worn a matching suit to her prom dress if he had figured this out like three months sooner. transmasc davey who chooses his name because he’s not a jewelry person but he’s worn a Star of David necklace every day for the past six years because his parents wanted him to have it.

transmasc davey who wears a binder to the first day of school senior year and excitedly tells all of his friends. transmasc davey gets to pick a suit out for winter formal and actually gets to have it tailored using some of his savings from his summer job. transmasc davey who asks jack to prom and has his first kiss in a school gym and finally feels right.

transmasc davey who gets to explore himself in college, who starts T freshman year and gets involved with activist groups on campus, who shares an apartment with jack starting sophomore year, who is a cat dad to an awful little kitten, who gets top surgery after saving for years and years as a college graduation gift to himself, who wears a suit to his wedding and helps organize pride events every summer and works with queer youth and marginalized communities and spends his life using his voice to advocate and build community and stick up for the little guys.

transmasc davey.

[jackmkelly]

if ur not rocking w kath plumber ur not rocking we ME

[raccoonduel]

look I love the Sarah-Davey twin headcannon but I'm also a firm believer in middle child Davey.

I'm not talking about younger-by-3-minutes middle child (even though I LOVE that in fics, it's so funny), I'm talking abt the REAL middle child experience

[thefandomchaos]

Hey since Mike and Ike got their name from Mike Faist, should their last name be Stimson because of Brendon Stimson? We took something from one of them lets take something from the other

Mike & Ike Stimson

[myfairkatiecat]

To all my fellow fanfiction writers in the world who I know and love:

I would like to make known a habit of mine while reading fanfictions.

You see, if I come across a particular dialogue set that I love, or a scene that just REALLY hits right, I will get up, walk away, go downstairs, and walk in circles around my house replaying the scene in my head while also kind of pretending I’m playing one of the characters in like a stage version? I’ll just be violently pacing around the house with a constantly changing mix of powerful emotions, and maybe I add a line here or there, and then I imagine literally every direction the fanfiction could go from there, and once I have gotten my full enjoyment out of the brilliance of those lines, I will go back to the phone, pick up the fanfic, and begin reading again. This regularly happens MULTIPLE times a fic. And when the fic is over, sometimes I will even COMBINE THEM in my brain and just act like the whole thing out.

So if I have ever told you, “hey, I like your fic!” Or even left a SMALL ao3 comment for you, then just know that somewhere in the depths of my neurodivergent brain, there is an entire script for a stage production based on your fanfiction spotlighting lines you’re probably proud of.

[loiteringandlurking]

dude what are the newsies birthdays .... like are there canon days or is it just headcanons ......

[one-highfalutin-sonuva-gun]

Newsies: Sitter, Citrus and Smudge

Sitter is a Manhattan Newsie, a brother and a scab.

He wears a tan Newsies cap, a mocha corduroy vest over a rosy brown shirt, and black pants.

He's friends with Listener and Doppleganger.

Sitter holds out for as long as he can, he's on board with the strike during The World Will Know and through Seize the Day,

but turns after Seize the Day reprise (he's sick of hearing that song).

Sitter knows that this is his chance to break free and who knows when the next one will be? So he becomes a scab.

This Brooklyn Newsie looks a lot like Sitter, but it's not him. It's his identical twin brother named Citrus! He dresses in a moth-eaten tangerine shirt under a rust coloured vest. Citrus works for Spot Conlon.

The twins were separated when they were little, Sitter remained in Manhattan with his mother while Citrus was taken to Brooklyn with his father.

If only Citrus had taken a moment to look down, he'd see Sitter. He'd be sad to see Sitter resort to scabbing but happy to reunite with his long lost twin.

The real reason Sitter turns to scabbing is because he's got a promise to keep. Not only does Sitter have a twin brother, he's also got a baby half-brother. His mother remarried and birthed him a half-brother named Smudge, who she left in his care.

Sitter gave her his word that they'd be there to defend one another and begging for bread to survive wasn't enough, so he had to scab.

Sitter got worked over by some Newsies when they found out he had scabbed. Not all Newsies get away with scabbing and rejoining the strike without consequences.

After taking his baby bro out for some fresh air, Sitter drops him off someplace, so he can enjoy the rest of the procession without any distractions. No one said he was a good brother.

[clevereverest]

Fantasy AU Snippet

1,358 words • Finch & Original Character (his brother Dominic)

[ Hello! It’s been a bit since I’ve posted writing on Tumblr, so here’s something I had bouncing around for a long while and finally wrote down. This snippet would hopefully be added to my next big multichapter fic, which is a fantasy AU ;)

You get no context because spoilers and added mystery/intrigue. I hope you enjoy it! ]

A gentle knock on Finch’s bedroom door startled him, and he almost dropped the notebook he was flipping through. He’d been in the middle of searching his massive room again, trying to make it less foreign to him. It was time-consuming but he felt it was necessary to learn more about, well, himself — the version of himself from here, technically.

“Adrian?” The voice on the other side of the door called when Finch didn’t respond for a couple seconds. It was Dominic, and Finch considered whether he genuinely wanted to speak with his twin brother. Getting no response, Dominic added, “May I come in?” 

What harm could it do? “Sure,” Finch replied, then promptly stepped away from the bookshelf. He hoped it didn’t look too strange that he’d pulled off a decent stack onto his desk. 

The door opened and shut behind Dominic, who smiled at Finch upon entering. Finch still couldn’t get over how right his younger brother looked in this place, even in all his royal attire that didn’t suit Finch’s usual vision of Dominic. This was Prince Dominic after all, the teenage version of his brother whose home had always been this grand castle. They may have been identical, genetically and both wearing clothes for royalty, but Finch knew he didn’t fit in like his brother. This place wasn’t his home. 

“What are you doing?” Dominic asked, walking closer to peer curiously at Finch’s cluttered desk. Finch was starkly reminded of his unusual accent as well, and reminded himself to match it when talking again. “Oh, were you trying to get back into reading? Does that mean you’re feeling better?” Dominic’s hopeful expression was heartwarming. 

“Little by little,” Finch replied in the weird yet natural accent to the last question. “I wanted to look through the shelves and see what caught my eye.” 

Dominic nodded in understanding. He walked away to sit heavily on Finch’s oversized bed, leaning back on his hands as he looked at Finch. “Is your back bothering you as much as mine is bothering me, by chance?” 

Finch blinked at him, momentarily confused. “My back?” 

“I keep feeling bouts of spasms or shifting under my skin,” Dominic explained simply, like that wasn’t entirely cause for concern. “We are getting rather close to our birthday, so it makes sense that it’s coming soon, but it’s not the most pleasant feeling in the world.” He laughed a bit, apparently expecting Finch to do the same. He did, albeit slightly delayed. 

“Of course,” Finch agreed. “I’ve been feeling…” He knew he’d probably regret what he did next, but it needed to be tested. Carefully, he arched his back, and instantly felt a quick sensation of pinpricks on both sides of his spine, and he reactively winced. 

What the fuck is that? he thought, a flash of fear coursing through his veins, only for it to be replaced with a knowledge that he knew this. He understood what he’d felt, and it was natural. Inwardly, he shivered at the way his mind had yet again adjusted to accommodate for what the body he occupied already had knowledge of. 

“It still hurts at points — more so than before,” Finch reported to his patient brother, put off by the vague memories of the pinprick sensations in his back from earlier dates than Finch personally had record of. 

“At least our shirts aren’t annoying us yet,” Dominic quipped with another laugh, one that Finch easily joined. 

“We would just switch to the open-back ones then.” Finch had spoken without thinking. He didn’t even know those were a thing, but his princely counterpart clearly did. 

Dominic’s face screwed up. “I don’t want to wear those yet, especially not when my back is all red and irritated. Besides, we can wear the fancy ones during our party to properly show off our new wings.” 

There it was: wings. Finch had already learned that this version of himself was an avian. It was difficult to deny the beautiful, human-sized bird wings that both of his mothers had, but it hadn’t struck him as odd that he didn’t have wings of his own — until now. And it was just his luck that while stuck in this world, this body was currently undergoing landmark biological developments. Ones that Finch wasn’t equipped to deal with, although an innate assurance lurked constantly in the back of his mind. His other set of memories from Prince Adrian already accepted that avian wings were slowly growing in his back and were expected to emerge in about two weeks, not long before his sixteenth birthday. 

Unfortunately, his modern memories had no clue on how to cope. 

“Do you mind if we compare, Dom?” Finch said, willing his voice to sound casual and unafraid. He had to put on a good example for his twin, after all. 

No questions asked, Dominic agreed and stood up from the bed. He led the way to the full-length mirror by Finch’s huge walk-in closet, already going to take off his dark green shirt. Finch followed and did the same to remove his own pale purple shirt, getting the distinct impression that they’d done this before. 

The teens, once shirtless, spun around so their backs faced the mirror. They looked back over their shoulders, each of them grimacing minutely at twisting the muscles in their backs. Finch frowned in sympathy at the near matching sights. His and Dominic’s backs were covered in splotches of reddened skin, irritated and almost rash-like, despite nothing itching (Finch wasn’t sure he could handle that particular urge if it ever struck him, a latent worry about scratching at his back until he accidentally broke skin cropping up). Staring at his own body, Finch half-expected to glimpse something shifting around the affected skin. Thankfully, he did not, and Dominic’s voice drew his focus elsewhere. 

“Aren’t we quite the pair?” he tried to joke. It didn’t work very well. “Two avians finally getting our wings… our instincts are going to be —” Dominic just shook his head, seemingly unable to find the right word for what he wanted to say. 

“We won’t be alone,” Finch assured while bumping his brother’s shoulder. “We have each other and our moms to help when things get rough.” 

Humming thoughtfully, Dominic said, “Sleeping in a nest of blankets sounds rather nice.” Finch spared a glance back at his own bed, where, in his sleep, he’d unconsciously pulled together some of the covers into a small arch. Dominic continued. “But I hope that everything goes well — especially when our bird brains take control.” The term bird brain didn’t stir humor like Finch thought it would. 

Finch nodded as he tugged his shirt back on, distantly understanding. The best he could offer was general assurance. “Like I said, we have support from avians who have done this before. Mom and Mama will be with us every step of the way — you know that as well as I do.” 

Dominic redressed too. “Naturally,” he said airily in an abrupt change of emotion. A grin appeared on his face, a competitive glint to his brown eyes. “Now, would you care to join me for some archery practice, Adrian? Or are you too stuck in your reading?” 

For a handful of moments, Finch hesitated. On one hand, he could take the obvious bait and go be competitive with his twin to sufficiently pass the time (and he might run into Albert, Spot, or Race on the castle grounds, which he’d never object to). On the other hand, Finch could drop his act and request to return to the comforting solitude of his bedroom, reading through more notebooks and trying to learn more about Prince Adrian’s life. 

Technically, he’d learn more from spending time with Dominic too. 

“We will go to the range,” Finch declared, his words brightening Dominic’s grin, “and see who has better aim today. It’s often me, but perhaps you’ll perform well for once.” 

“You haven’t gone shooting since falling ill — don’t overestimate yourself when you lack in practice,” Dominic countered as they left Finch’s bedroom together, heading through the winding halls towards the royal knights’ archery range.

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[highfalutin-son-of-a-gun]

prettiest siblings ever :3

[saveugoodmadam]

Crutchie is the Fun Uncle to the Javey and Sprace offspring btw. He does the absolute wackiest stuff at family gatherings just to make Jack and Davey's 2 year old daughter laugh. Spot and Race get begged to go on trips so their kids can stay with Uncle Sean for the weekend (and then when they pick their kids up they have to do a bag search because of the one time where he snuck them each 2 large chocolate bars and a generous handful of those tiny hardboiled fruit lolly things)

[hexmari]

Headcanon that David, Sarah, Mike, and Ike consistently convince the more gullible newsies (Racetrack) that twin telepathy is real. But not just that pairs of twins can communicate telepathically but that anyone whose a twin can communicate with anyone else whose a twin. That it's just a mental network of twins communicating and they have full conversations.