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welcome to a random Javid moment I found in 92sies when I was watching it the other day
JACK LITERALLY GRABS DAVID BY THE TIE?!? AND DRAGS HIM ALONG?!? YOU’RE TELLING ME THEY’RE STRAIGHT?!
#THE JAVID IS SO REAL#they are not straight whatsoever#you can’t tell me that’s not gay#newsies#92sies#davey jacobs#david jacobs#newsies 1992#newsies the musical#jack kelly#1992sies#javid#javid newsies#javey#javey newsies#newsies moments
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so i was clipping a character to make some gifs as per request but then i got distracted as always and
dave and jack getting up on the statue together. and doing a silly little dance together. im not okay
#newsies 1992#newsies#92sies#jack kelly#david jacobs#javid#javey#im so normal about them (lie)#my eyes just automatically drift to them whenever i watch this movie#i shouldn't have access to newsies (1992) at will because every “oh ill just clip this char real quick” turns into an entire watch through
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yall i need a decision
#personally? im thinking piracy davey#i think he got real sick of subscriptions and decided 'fuck this im just pirating it'#and has a whole bank of sites he uses#meanwhile jack unironically invites people to look at his cd collection#and has a dvd player a VHS player a casette player and a vinyl record player#but i could be wrong#so i trust in you#good night#newsies#davey jacobs#david jacobs#jack kelly#javid#javey#uksies#livesies#92sies
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you know what really gets to me. is how jack loosens up david’s morals. like how david starts off as a staunch pacifist because of the Optics and strategy of it all, but then later he kicks a cop in the face and threatens him with a swing + tries to punch jack when he scabs. and both instances occur specifically because he cares so deeply about jack. But also there's this tidbit from the 91 script
it's like. up until now, david's interactions with jack have largely consisted of david being openly skeptical/confrontational whenever he detects any kind of bullshit. and while he immediately clocks that all this stuff about santa fe is a lie, for the first time, he decides to let it go. Because there's a kernel of authenticity to the statement, though the authenticity doesn’t lie in factual truth, it’s in how jack desperately "wants it to be true". because. this is david's first time seeing the soft underbelly to jack. because david IS charmed by jack despite not really trusting him
#newsies#92sies#javid#id in alt#*#i say all this knowing that in the finished movie this scene doesnt really read as david knowing it’s a lie#However i also think it’s interesting how david’s perception of jack and lying shifts over time#like the shift from ‘the names kelly. jack kelly; you think im lying?’ ‘well you have a way of improving the truth’ -> ‘you didnt even tell#me your real name!’#and if we’re taking the script direction to be true. whats stated in the screengrab -> ‘you lied about your family being out west’#so clearly at some point david decided that he DOES trust jack and what he has to say#sorry this is kind of like a ‘yeah the sky is blue so what’ moment. but i think#crutchy confirming that jack escaped the refuge via roosevelt’s carriage really went a long way in building trust#and of course starting a strike together. lol
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Look I'm not saying that my clinical anxiety and lack of vocal talent is a good thing, but lemme tell you if I had the courage and voice to be an actor I would not be able to be stopped from kissing my castmate who does not play my character's love interest and our characters would also be killed/imprisoned for kissing because homosexuality in the 1800s, especially on closing night, even if it messed up the entire plot of the show
#this might be inspired#by the video of Ryan Kopel saying that he and Michael had nights where they acted like they were about to kiss after wwhr#i would have done it if i were them#and then continued on as normal#never address it#newsies#uksies#newsies uk#javid#javey#jack kelly#david jacobs#ryan kopel#michael ahomka lindsay#they're so real for that
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jack is the one who believes in zodiac signs and astrology. davey is the one who thinks it’s complete bullshit.
but davey is also the one who searches up taurus and cancer zodiac compatibility when he’s first developing his crush on jack, just on the off chance that the stars really do have something to do with his love life. and davey is also the one who is so much of a realist that he thinks jack’s ramblings about star, moon, and sun signs are stupid, but god if he doesn’t love listening. and davey is the one to secretly look through the astrology memes that jack posts to his instagram story, just to learn more insight on how jack sees himself, based on which memes he relates to.
and davey doesn’t believe in astrology. he doesn’t think that the stars can dictate who he loves, how he loves, what he loves- he doesn’t think that his life can be tied to something as lofty as space and birth.
but listening to jack ramble on about it, and realizing that jack believes in this because it helps him make sense out of the world- helps him make sense out of himself- makes davey realize that maybe he can make an exception to the belief.
#jack is lofty and idealistic at his core because if he’s Not then he’s Miserable#jack searches for meaning in EVERYTHING because everything has to have meaning.#fate. dreams. manifestation. he’s desperate for something to hold onto so if he can make something real for himself? he’ll take the chance.#but davey has never been able to dream like that#davey has too much responsibility on his shoulders. he has to be in control of his own life bc thats all he has#if he believes in fate and dreams and random chance then all of his hard work is over#because then it means that he didnt get something because he Worked for it. he got something bc it was Meant To Be#in the grand scheme of the universe or whatever#and davey HATES that bc he wants to be in charge of his own legacy#so to him astrology and zodiac shit just feels like a slap in the face and makes him feel unintentional#like hes just another drop in the bucket ig. but jack. jack clings to those dreams and lofty ideas for comfort#idk i love dreamer!jack and i love him so bad#jack kelly#davey jacobs#david jacobs#newsies#livesies#javid#newsies musical#jac txt.#jac’s headcanons
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Violence is (Almost) Never the Answer
Fandom: Newsies
Pairing: Jack Kelly/David Jacobs
Rating: T
Genres/Tropes: Protective!Jack
Words: 4,646
Summary:
Violence is never the answer. Unless of course, the question is “Who soaked Davey Jacobs?” And, unless of course, Jack Kelly is the one doing the asking.
Or
Jack walks in on Davey getting the crap beat out of him. He responds accordingly.
A/N:
A/N: So my bestie introduced me to newsies and i truly have been a changed person and not known sanity since.
As requested by the loml @jlmjlmjlm in which we were facetiming and talking about newsies fic and the conversation turned into:
Jess: … why haven’t you written Javey fic for me yet?
(Important context: I have never written newsies fic)
Me: uh what do you want?
Jess: *giggling* I want someone to beat the SHIT out of Davey
Me: understood.
In this conversation, she also asked for:
*Hurt/Comfort (but like, not cheesy) (props to her for thinking i can pull that off though)
*Found family
*Getting together
This is the result [LAW AND ORDER SOUND EFFECT] DUN DUN
(ily and know an attempt was made)
Walking Mouth.
Ironically, it had been Race who first used it to refer to Davey, after he’d pointed out Race’s extra hand of Aces in a round of cards. It took some getting used to, but now Davey quite enjoys the nickname given to him by the newsies. It’s supposed to be an acknowledgment, of sorts, of his alleged way with words.
Granted, he’s had the privilege to be schooled, and granted, he is known for frequenting the library on summers off, but he doesn’t know if he’d consider himself the voice of the strike, as Katherine so eloquently put it in her newspaper article.
She’d called Jack the face to Davey’s voice in that same article, and while them being seen as a unit twists Davey’s stomach all up into knots, it’s not a sentiment he can bring himself to agree with. It’s not a title he really feels comfortable giving to himself.
Jack, really, is the one who takes center stage in a crowd. Despite his nickname, most of the time Davey is rather content to just sit on the sidelines and spectate as the chaos of thirty unsupervised kids unfolds.
Today, chaos has taken the name of Racetrack Higgins.
Continue on AO3
#javid#javey#newsies#newsies fanfiction#Jack Kelly#David jacobs#uksies#jack kelly x david jacobs#wow look at me im writing!#no beta we die like jacks mom#listen this is a bitch’s first REAL attempt at newsies fic so
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The way Javid went insane while I slept, blissfully unaware
#ofmd#javid denkins#sometimes i think i should just move to america#so i can catch all of this in real time
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I forget where I saw this (probably here on tumblr) but I saw someone say Javid is Jack and David movie newsies and Javey is Jack and Davey broadway newsies and I have never seen something so real
#newsies#newsies live#newsies musical#newsies 1992#javid newsies#javey newsies#jack kelly#davey jacobs#david jacobs
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(eta 10/10/23: Having just realized that this is now a very easy to google explainer, please also see the full end-of-game roundup here: "when something is definitely not a game, but most definitely a gift" or my related #definitely not a game tag. We now return you to your regularly scheduled nonsense, currently in progress.)
So... so.
So this just dropped.
And listen. LISTEN. For people who haven't been following this Our Flag Means Death-related alternate-reality-shenanigan fest, the following will make no sense to you-- or, wait, fuck it--
A Brief History of the Javid Denkins Alternate-Reality Game
(I didn't intend "overly long essays about in-depth fandom-related shenanigans" to be my brand, but by god I'm here now and I will make us all suffer through it.)
Reality (As We Know It)
Established and verified gay pirate showrunner David Jenkins is a regular shenanigineer on twitter: retweets fanart, retweets cosplays, calls fans sluts (endearment), has ongoing fight with medieval cats.
Back in 2022, David Jenkins implied heavily that he had joined tumblr, but did not cough up his account name.
This is the sum total of real and actual events and identities.
Through the Looking Glass
Fans started looking for David Jenkins's tumblr. What fans found is the tumblr of one Javid Denkins, who appeared to be new, had a variant of Jenkins's twitter icon, and seemed to be cheekily maintaining an incognito by steadfastly asserting that he is definitely not David Jenkins.
Fans got weird about it, because that is the nature of fandom. I said something about it here, because I have Feelings about the Rules of Incognito and also about Not Being Weird About People Who Make the Content We Like. I put it as a reblog to the post, as per regular tumblring, no response requested/required because babes, if I'm going to be perceived, I want it to be organic. (ahem... FOOTNOTE 1)
I kept a cursory eye on things, because it can be Really Lonely to be a famous person who just wants to have a regular online experience, and if that's what whoever was on the other end wanted, then that's what they should get to have imo. Unlike a regular tumblr that I might reply to directly or engage with on a same-level kinda way, I let them set the rules of engagement because unless/until they came clean, they would always be Schrodinger's Showrunner to me, and therefore subject to my internal Don't Be Creepy ruleset.
My second Javid reblog was pretty much what I would do to any other newbie tumblr person (as they professed to be): adding on to a gag by referencing the "color of the sky" meme and also a seagull, for OFMD-related reasons (which fit within the ruleset, because Javid was actively connecting himself with OFMD type things). And Javid reblogged it, so hey, I was winning at tumblr interactions, a thing that is normal to want and possible to achieve.
Time passed. Javid dropped (what will be revealed to be the first of many) photo manipulations. (FOOTNOTE 2)
On the same day, Javid posted what looked like an accidental smashkey. I reblogged with a seagull, because again, established rules of engagement and me winning at tumblr interactions. He reblogged himself, though, with what looked like another smashkey, but was actually a goddamn Caesar cipher-- and started using the tag #definitely not a game.
From there, Javid started up a stream of fairly fun puzzles. I didn't keep up with it fully, but since it looked like Javid wanted people to interact, I interacted (while trying to ensure that other people could keep having fun too). He also started subtly changing his icon, his tumblr header, etc., expanding the bounds of the puzzle space, as it were. (And if you want a complete rundown of the puzzle history and the associated answers, this twitter thread is enormous and thorough, thank you @eefaevie.)
The seagull made an appearance every once in a while; I threw together various season 2 bingo cards in response to these potential spoilers; I spent my time largely keeping back so I could eat popcorn and Not Be Creepy. But... but.
The thing was, Javid's method of posting (in a "heeeere fishy fishy fishy" manner) seemed, to me, to be the actions of someone trying to play with the audience and/or provide enrichment for the enclosure. So after some thought and, again, remembering the loneliness of being a Creative Person but trying to be mindful that this person was still incognito and could be the actual dude, I started using the seagull to reblog extra content, links, whathaveyou, with the tag #enrichment can go in BOTH enclosures-- with the idea that, if Javid wanted to look, he had the option to do so-- and if he did, he'd be rewarded with, again, no demands on him or his attention, but just: some content. Some enrichment. Some fun. A "picking up what you're putting down" kind of vibe from one person to another, both of whom are, at the very least, interested in communicating with an audience.
To be clear: For me, at the end of the day, it had to be a choice. I needed to provide room for Javid to choose to enter the magic circle of my additional game play-- but I also wasn't going to hold my breath about it. This was Javid's space, with intentions and purposes I had no way of knowing (nor should I)-- I was just, metaphorically, bringing another set of dice and maybe some graph paper with an extra room drawn on it that he could easily enter if he wanted, to play in a space intended to complement his. He was putting in a shitton of labor for what was essentially just a gift; I wanted to show appreciation for that labor, while putting in some of my own to gift back.
So when the first round of puzzles ended, and a new one began, I linked the answers to one of his anagram puzzles inside some seagull gifs-- but I figured, why not add something extra? I used his pigpen cipher to dare him to use a book code next. To even see the dare he'd have to want to decode the gifs-- and if he ultimately didn't want to engage, no skin off my nose. (That's why there's a border around the magic circle with clear entrances and exits.) Either way, I was having a nice time.
The next puzzle type was a stereogram. (Neat.) The puzzle after that, though? I get tagged and informed that Javid has, in fact, posted a motherfucking book code. (FOOTNOTE 3)
Enter the Thunder Parasocial Dome
This is the point where I first have to be pulled down from the curtains by rational people who have only my best interests at heart.
(Having a whole Thesis Statement about why I was engaging with Schrodinger's Showrunner is one thing. Having possible evidence that my engagement was, like, actually engaged with is quite another.)
By sweet and loving friends and family I was reminded that:
Other people are, in fact, allowed to be clever about things too.
That all sorts of pre-planning may have gone into all this, and that therefore the timing was a coincidence.
That there are a limited number of easily accessible ciphers out there, so the code type could also be a coincidence.
And that either way I still have my important Don't Be Creepy code of ethics.
So. I took a deep breath. Cool. I was totally and absolutely cool about this.
...And in a totally normal manner I proceeded to lay an elaborate trap.
AHAHAHA JUST JOKING what I mean is: I replied to the tagged post, acknowledging that the sphere of potential puzzling had now expanded beyond tumblr. I used Javid's own fake-link trick to link to a seagull laugh. And in the tags I threw in a lot of potential internet-related alternate reality stuff.
But also, crucially... some more ideas for Javid to use. (FOOTNOTE 4) If he wanted them. If he was actually looking.
Since I was now playing In Earnest, I spent some time putting together a youtube channel, an alternate tumblr, a neocities account -- a whole new field of play, if Javid wanted to engage there. I pulled out the dusty memories of a Yuletide fic I wrote several years ago that used similar shenanigans to tell an interactive fiction story about Monty Python. (Hilariously enough, my first RPF.) I continued to play with all these new and fascinating toys.
A Strange Ship on the Horizon
What with one thing and another three years pass, a Javid puzzle eventually lead to an AO3 account-- which to me definitively opened Schrodinger's box: maybe this was a member of the production playing with fire, more likely it was a clever fan whose brain is fucking fascinating, but it most definitely was not David Jenkins.
But. Javid was still in incognito. And I still don't know if I had been perceived.
I read the fic the Javid account is writing (which is still a work in progress and pretty great ngl)-- it's a fandom AU, where Ed and Stede are fans of a gay pirate romcom called Blow the Man Down, featuring Sam Bellamy and Olivier Levasseur. The showrunner is named Javid, who doesn't have social media but gets cornered into agreeing to join twitter (rather than our universe's tumblr). And Ed decides, on a lark, to start a fake twitter account, tag it #definitelynotjaviddenkins... and then freak out because a large contingent of fandom shows up on his metaphorical doorstep saying HELLO, JAVID.
As if this weren't enough: beyond the fic itself, suddenly a whole multimedia alternate universe suddenly appeared, with multiple twitter and AO3 accounts beyond just Stede and Ed, forming an entire fucking fandom, Goncharov-style, around Blow the Man Down. It was and continues to be fucking wild. It's also amazing. And the porn is surprisingly approachable. (BUT SEE AGAIN FOOTNOTE 1)
Grappling Hooks Breaching the Parasocial Divide
The thing is, though. The thing. That is.
I have officially reached Level 2 Curtain Clawing.
As I read the fic and the accompanying universe, I started to. Notice things.
References to soap (but... but surely that's normal. Many people talk about soap, not just amateur history enthusiasts like myself).
References to obscure scents (LABDANUM. Someone referenced labda-motherfucking-num. But surely. Surely it is not an entirely unheard of thing; I am not the first person to discover it or the fact that it gets combed from goats jesus christ the goat thing I forgot about that--)
References to the drilled coin from the wreck of Sam Bellamy's ship, which appeared as a random bit of possible future lore for Javid in this bit of enrichment (but I put in lots of possible lore! I had a whole thing going about figureheads! Bad luck to kill a seabird! I had a whole thing for a while where I thought maybe the digraph code Javid was hinting at was actually a Playfair cipher! I have been wrong many times before and added lots of random possible narratives. SO SURELY THE COIN IS A COINCIDENCE).
References to... okay not really references, and I've never articulated it quite like this (though this is definitely my vibe), but references to the idea of these puzzles and enrichment being a conversation in and of themselves, held at a remove and existing entirely in call (Javid) and response (the audience).
Finally... I started to notice that Stede decodes/interprets Ed-as-Javid's puzzles in a long twitter thread (like... like the one linked above) but also... sends back puzzles. Like, well, me.
"But STILL," I screech from the top of the curtain rail. "This could ALL BE COINCIDENCE," I yowl as friends and family try to bat me down with a broom. Even, by god, today's drop... which uses a password-protected url shortener. The exact same one I used in an earlier enrichment. But! It's not like there are a lot of those! Maybe this was just the first one that cropped up for Javid, just as it was the first that cropped up for me! (BUT THEN AGAIN, MAY I REFER YOU BACK TO FOOTNOTE 4)
The fic is at chapter 14. There are, if AO3 is to be believed, 7 more chapters to go, plus who knows how much additional extra-universe material. There is so. much. here.
...And so many more opportunities to climb all the curtains.
“It's a great huge game of chess that's being played—all over the world—if this is the world at all, you know.”
So at this point... what, in fact, is happening?
I'm inside a Schrodinger's box whose sides are entirely composed of parasocial uncertainty.
Maybe Javid is here. (HELLO, JAVID.)
Maybe he isn't! (HELLO, THE MIRROR IN MY ENCLOSURE.)
Maybe I'm not actually being referenced at all, but the writer of that twitter thead, @eefaevie, is (HI EEFAEVIE WHAT'S UP HOW'S THE PARASOCIAL AIR IN YOUR ENCLOSURE DOIN')
I don't know. I can't know. Unless someone opens the box.
and my god, what if they never do?
tl;dr. This is the most enriching fun I've had in months, and if the magic circle is going to widen to include me, then friend, I intend to BRING MY A-GAME.
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FOOTNOTES
1. During the course of that mini-essay, I say the following:
"If it's someone who is not the dude but just a tumblrite who managed to catch on really quick? Well goddamn, good for them, and also A+ Wink-Nudge acrobatics. Real dude can have a peaceful time reading critical analyses of Goncharov, Javid here can quietly start introducing strange lore and running gags and other fun-with-plausible-deniability shenanigans".
One day later Javid starts answering questions about characters with enigmatic season 2 spoilery things; a little less than ten days later, we get the first fake link (which, imo, is the real start of the game).
2. This is now only 24 days after my "strange lore and fun with plausible deniability" post.
3. My dare: January 26. Javid's book code: February 4.
4. My tags on the post wherein I acknowledge that the dare has, possibly, been taken up, read: #you know what's cool? besides how #enrichment can go in BOTH enclosures #is how much you can do with html #like sure sure we've all seen the embedded links #but I remember the days of hidden source code messages #websites with delayed redirects #passwords hidden on one site to open the locked contents of another #you know #~normal things~ #I'm certain none of this will become relevant #because this is #definitely not a game
#OH HEY also eta 10/10/23: changed 'augmented' to 'alternate' because that's a more accurate description#definitely not a game#our flag means death#enrichment can go in BOTH enclosures#the absolute wildness of narrative and alternate reality games#a brief history of#javid denkins#and probably someone needs to start spritzing me with a spray bottle or something because this is#this is a lot
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hmm. a javid dynamic consideration. i think both of them have had plenty of people who have been interested in them but I think their attraction to each other is very different from what they've had before. i feel like jack has had a lot of people who have appreciated his strength and leadership and charisma and suddenly davey is here loving him for his sweet side, his soft side, the part of himself that he hides from almost everyone because that's not the survival skill he's needed to hone. davey likes when jack gets quietly excited about something most people wouldn't notice, he likes the mood jack gets into when he's absorbed in a drawing and the way jack's voice gets all soft and kind when he's offering comfort or trying to cheer somebody up.
and i think davey has been taught his whole life how to hold his tongue, how to control his temper, how to present himself as put together, held together, in control of himself and rising above whatever circumstances are in his way. i think davey has had relationships that have seemed like they were going well until he snapped at something, his sharp tongue came out and suddenly he's hearing them say they thought he was better than that and he's left realizing that they never liked him as much as they liked the face he knows he have to put on. but jack loves it when davey gets riled up. davey can see him trying to hide a smile every time davey says something smartass, jack laughs when davey starts rolling his eyes and teaches him how to throw a real punch instead of taking deep breaths and taking any and all insults on the chin. jack doesn't say anything when davey tugs his tie loose or unbuttons his shirt to stay cool. jack doesn't remind him to be careful how he's speaking when his accent shows or a few words of polish slip out.
so it's like. it's like like either of them have never had anybody interested in them before, that's not what's brand new, it's the feeling of having somebody see the parts of them that they've spent their entire lives learning should be carefully hidden away and saying oh but that's what I like best about you.
#newsies#jack kelly#davey jacobs#javid#davey jacobs has so much passion and anger that he's scared to express freely and u can't tell me otherwise
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and you thought you didn't deserve it [WIP]
Jack’s only around twelve when he makes his wish. He doesn’t know what he's doing, just a dumb kid who didn’t know the first thing about wishes or magic or even love. But he’s seen what it can do to a person. He’d seen what it did to his mother, when she wished over and over again to keep on loving her husband, after every bruise and every scrape and every cruel word out of his mouth. And even though he's young, he knows well enough that she didn’t do it for herself. A kid needs a family, and if she had to let herself be broken every night in order to keep one for him, she’d find a way to tolerate it.
He only asked her about it once – only technically, of course, because if they spoke too much about it, if Jack made her look at the truth head on, she’d cry, and Jack hated making his mother cry.
“Why not just… Make him stop?”, he’d asked, dancing around the truth of the subject – she’d only shaken her head at him fondly, ruffled his hair and planted a kiss on his forehead, the type of kisses he treasures.
“Oh, love,” she’d smiled softly, and Jack still wonders if that ‘love’ came from her, or from the stars who grant her wishes. “Everything happens, eventually. You can’t just make it not. You have to find your way around it. You know,” she'd flicked the brim of his hat – it slid down his face, still a few sizes too big for him despite her promises that he’d grow, and blocked out half his vision, so only the playful curve of her smile could live in his memory. “Improve the truth a little.”
And Jack always listened to his mother, so he did just that. Improved the truth. Whenever his mother cried, he’d fold it into pretty paper shapes and gift them to her like a present. When his father came home angry and reeking of gutters and gin, Jack would twist it into the shape he wanted until he calmed down. And when his mother smiled, he never once looked at her eyes – only watched her mouth and tried to convince himself that that was proof enough.
Truth doesn’t stay pretty forever. It always rears its head eventually, ugly and raw and untameable. Jack learns that after his mother’s funeral, when he’s squirreled away like vermin in the attic of the church that overlooks the potters’ field in which she lies. It’s an ugly truth, knowing that even the love she’d bled into being wasn’t enough to save her.
So Jack made his wish. He couldn’t wish for it not to happen – but he could wish for it to happen without really happening. Make his own truth, one that stays pretty, stays exactly how he wants it to.
He paints an angled nose, pale skin, high cheekbones. He paints watercolour eyes and ink-blotted hair, and a bitten mouth hiding words unsaid. And he wishes all the while, wishes to love nothing but this. He can feel it working as he does so; he can feel the love blooming in his chest as he dots the barest imprints of freckles into the cheeks, the slightest dimples around the lips, the sharp and sturdy curves of collarbones just underneath the shirt-collar.
Jack’s never been satisfied with his drawings. He’s always picking at them, fidgeting over them, even when he knows they don’t matter, even when his father crumples them up for kindling – he used to reach into the fire and drag them out when his father’s back was turned, just so he could add those finishing touches, but it only ever ended with burnt fingertips and frustration and a pile of still-unfinished sketches rotting away in what used to be his bedroom. So when his painting, his person, comes out flawlessly, an angel put to canvas, Jack knows the spell’s worked.
If he must love anyone, he’ll love this painting. Only him.
#if you remember the fic recommendation list i made for that anon a while back i mentioned that 'like real people do' by asperjasper#had inspired a little baby au for me#this is that! wish au.#there's more to this but im gonna be out of town for a few days so i won't be able to write anything#so i figured i'd just throw this out here for now#javid#javey#newsies#livesies#uksies#west endsies#jack kelly#davey jacobs#david jacobs#pigeon scribbles
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UM WEST END NEWSIES????
so I saw the Wembley Park Theatre production last night and if u don't wanna be spoiled dni
But if you have no chance of seeing it here are some of the little details <3
First of all the casting was perfect???
Michael Alomka dove into a more sensitive part of Jack - and it was super interesting
Katherine was so much more headstrong and it was suchhhh a new flavour of her - Katherine has never been one of my favourite characters but god she was so strong and wild and unduly it was brilliant.
Ryan Kopel as Davey has to be my standout tho - he seemed much younger in the role than BF did, and much more uncertain and afraid - I loved it - and his development oh my god he became boisterous and ahhhhhhhhh
Docket as Crutchie was brilliant he was much less happy-go-lucky than AKB was and oh it worked - he was frustrated and angry and real.
AND Crutchie played a much larger role in the leadership of the strike here!! Just through little interactions and stuff but it was coooollll and he even seemed to form a friendship with both Kath and Davey
Even the kid playing Les was brilliant and I usually don't like Les all that much - but the kid I saw was brilliant
KATHERINE WORE A CROWN MADE OF SPOONS IN KONY
The Newsies would swing out on lamps and ropes over the audience and oh my godddddddd
THE BROOKLYN NEWSIES WERE GIRLS (and it added balance since earlier they'd been the bowery beauties so it changed them up and showed the power of women plus finally included girls in the strike, sometbing 1992 and bway missed) AND THEY WERE SO GOOD
Jack and Katherine had Beatrice and Benedick vibes from Much Ado - that's the only comparable thing, they were so brilliant and the chemistry was so goooodddd
Ngl it probably didn't have enough Javid content for you addicts.
Butttt there was a hug when Jack tells Davey they won the strike that is so good. Davey can't retain himself, he jumps and hugs Jack and then picks up and whirls around Les
'we are inevitable' was delivered PERFECTLY I can't even explain
There are so many stunts and jumps and tricks and we all knew the dancing was gonna be perfect but dear god it still got me
And finally, my favourite thing, THE SET
I was sitting stage right in Woodside (I think) and if u can get tickets like that it is so worth it. The actors are running up behjind and beside you
There's even a little slide for the escape from snyder
And they utilise the scaffding part of the set super well
There are lamps that lifted up for ariel tricks
And so much more
Even a fuckin zip line!!!!!!!
okay you've nearly made it to the end
There were a fewwww lyric changes buttt the orchestrations were changed quite a lot to make room for more dance and honestly? I think I prefer broadway music wise
THEY ALL STAND UP AND SAY THEIR NAMES IN SEIZE THE DAY <3
The Pulitzer's set was built in newspapers to show class and how the Newsies have built their entire empire etc
And all the set was moved on and off by the Newsies, too, again to show class and how the Newsies (and working kids) run the world, really
Finally
Yes, Race was perfect.
#it was a good day to be bi too#if ur going i recommend getting a programme b4 the show bc I went at the interval and they'd run out#It was so good#I really can't explain it enough#okay anyone who's seen/is seeing it message meeeeeeee with thoughts#newsies#musical theatre#west endsies#newsies london#davey jacobs#jack kelly#musicals#katherine plumber#race higgins#west end#broadway
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*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.
#did someone say Javid tattoo artist/flower shop au?#newsies#david jacobs#livesies#newsies live#davey jacobs#uksies#newsies uk#92sies#newsies 1992#javid newsies#javid au#newsies au#javid#jack kelly x david jacobs#flower shop tattoo artist au#i should be sleeping
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please please tell me things about your detective noir au, it's been living in my head rent free since I saw it
OH BOY !! I love detective noir au soso much thankyou to @pigeonwit for writing the thing which incited me creating it and for helping me with a lot and for being enthusiastic about it ! wbwbw !!
I’ve been using it as a fun design project over a story project for the time being, so plot has been put on a back burner while i focus on research and costume design (and funky character dynamics), but I have got a random assortment of Things I’ve thought up for it wbwbw!
First things first: it’s set in 1927-1928, and I’m using a lot of uksies versions of the characters/character dynamics.
Davey’s (obviously) a Private Eye; he’s somewhat well known because he’ll take any case (it doesn’t matter if his client can’t afford his rates, he’ll solve the case for free) and will not stop until it is solved (sometimes to the detriment of his health). He clings to his morals so hard he leaves fingernail-shaped indents; he’s trying soso hard to stay afloat and keep his head above new york’s criminal underbelly (which is difficult when one of the most influential and feared mob bosses in the city has decided you’re her Good Pal). Most of what he earns goes to his family, he has to provide for them somehow, to return all they did for him somehow. He’s constantly exhausted, he doesn’t remember a time he hasn’t been exhausted.
He’s still autistic and still Jewish I’m never taking that from him wbwbw (he speaks English, Yiddish, Polish, and some Hebrew)
Jack’s the Homme Fatale character. He’s shady, he’s putting on a front, he’s very morally grey, he’s trying so desperately to escape the situation he’s in and find the means to live the life he wants to live over the live he’s been given that he sinks deeper and deeper into crime and the shadier part of the city. He was still a newsie and friends/brothers with Race and Crutchie, and is still in contact with them both.
just imagine michael jack with a long cigarette holder. Those are the vibes.
Did you see me say “unshakeable morals” when describing Davey? Yeah I lied. He killed a man in cold blood once, and he was terrified of how little he felt guilty over it, and how readily he’d kill again if he was in the same situation. The city is seeping in injustice and violence and a part of him was suffocated a long time ago. He tries not to think about it.
He also threatened to kneecap Race’s dad once <3 My guy is clinging onto the concept of Right and Wrong but also has a frequent urge to Maim Bite Kill.
Jack, despite his moral gray-ness, has never killed.
oh btw there’s javid somewhere in there. They’re very detective-thief enemies-to-annoyances-to-lovers (pidge has their dynamic in this au DOWN in this post)
Kath is simultaneously the Fast-Talking Reporter (Kit Plumber) and Dame With A Case (Katherine Pulitzer). She’s less interested in journalism as an industry than she for it’s Purpose, when she stumbles into something she shouldn’t or delves to deeply into an investigation and her bosses tell her to drop it and Forget, she goes either to Jack (as Kit) or to Davey (as Katherine)— sometimes to both.
She doesn’t know that they don’t know that Kit and Katherine are the same person (Jack has no idea Kit Plumber is anything other than a reporter, doesn’t need to ask; Davey has his suspicions over how and why an heiress has yet another case of corruption or something involving the mob, but he doesn’t voice them because she’s generous and maybe also his friend??). This leads to Shenanigans.
People whisper about Spot Conlon in fear throughout New York’s boroughs. She’s a mob boss, and her “family”’s influence has seeped so deep into the city that some people say he’s the real person running it. (Many of the Brooklyn newsies are her lieutenants). She’s also decided that Davey is one of her close friends and allies (because Lillie said that Spot and Davey would be friends and I think it’s funny that this really feared mob boss thinks Davey is his Good Pal and has him over sometimes).
She/He Spot Conlon Real (the rumours and whispers sometimes refer to Spot as a woman, sometimes as a man, and Spot couldn’t care less.)
Spot owns the speakeasy Medda runs and performs at, and it’s her “family” that supplies it with alcohol. Crutchie’s the pianist and Race is its Shady Bartender. He keeps letting Jack into the speakeasy so in retaliation she invites Davey over (with the pretence of exchanging information) because she knows Race doesn’t like Davey very much.
Race’s initial dynamic with Davey is very similar to how it is in act 1 of uksies (Race somewhat hates mostly dislikes and definitely doesn’t trust Davey). By the time the plot begins they’re on slightly better terms (they have a funky dynamic I can’t exactly explain atm but I will one day, but I’ll just say Race trusts Davey mostly because Splasher trusts Davey. Also Davey threatened to kneecap his father when his father found him so there’s also that).
Splasher and Davey have a funky found family dynamic too wbwbw!! Davey helped Splasher one time and Splasher thought he was very cool and started following him around and finding evidence for him (who let this child into mob territory who let this child look at corpses). One time Splasher found a recently-executed body in the East River and he called Davey his dad while Davey was soothing him. Davey calls him boychik.
The newsies of lower manhattan all know Davey as Splasher’s older brother/father figure and Les’ big brother. And also as the guy whose office they hang out in all the time.
Splasher also knows Spot because he’s really good friends with Pips. Pips calls Spot “Spottie”. That’s all.
I’d like it to be very clear that Davey and Jack are both having The Worst Time Of Their Lives but they look so so cool while doing it.
wbwbw that’s all i can think of now, and pretty much all that I’ve explored so far but thank you soso much for asking about detective noir au! it’s a fun time and i enjoy researching designing for it soso much wbwbw
#jack design soon maybe 👀👀👀#anyways wbwbw#sorry for the really really long post wbwbwb#newsies#david jacobs#jack kelly#katherine plumber#katherine pulitzer#spot conlon#racetrack higgins#splasher newsies#detective noir au#wbwbw#answered#angry-kid-with-no-money#it’s javey but the ravey dynamic is so weird and maybe a little alterous who knows#there’s a Thing happening there
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what anon said!!! putting davey in Situations, gotta be one of my favorite tropes do you always do it excellently.
I wanted to ask; would you ever write something of our favorite guy and a major depressive low? What I find so beautiful about a lot of your work is your portrayal of Jack and the way he loves in light of the things Davey struggles with and I think that the world could use a lot more of seeing that kind of love when it comes to depressive episodes. I think people struggle with that being-present love and it often turns into, like, “i can fix you” type love. It’s difficult to navigate for partners (or even just friends) in the real world and there’s always solace in the ol’ hurt/comfort tag and especially in your writing :,)
hi what if i cry right now. what if i cry
this is so sweet thank you!! i love love LOVE writing davey with major depressive episodes- it's such a juxtaposition to his character, someone who has righteous anger that fuels positivity and progress, and i think that seeing davey- energetic and hopeful- experience such awful lows is devastating. there's this stigma that if you have a pretty negative mental health low, that's your baseline "always," but i think it's so important for people to see that you can go through the can't-get-out-of-bed depression, the can't-brush-my-teeth-for-a-week depression, the i-feel-empty-and-hollow-but-life-has-been-good-to-me depression, and still be positive and hopeful and caring and community-minded and THAT is my davey. that is how i hope to always portray my davey. knowing that even if you can't see a good end, it's there, and it's reachable, even if you can't make it there just yet.
i would love to write more within this davey mindset! my last two fics explore it pretty well- davey not loving himself but liking himself enough to try with jack's support, and davey going through an extreme low that results in an unsuccessful attempt, but with a hopeful end- and i hope that they accurately portray the nuances between hope and hopelessness in a way that is so very davey.
i've always been a big mental health advocate, and if six years of therapy has taught me anything, it's taught me that even if you feel like you're breakable, even if you feel like you can't make it, there's always going to be someone to meet you where you're at. they won't fix you because you don't need to be fixed. but they'll help you through the hard times and celebrate the little wins, and sometimes that's all you need, and that is THEEEE javid dynamic.
thank you for this, anon <33
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