#i will never be out of the newsies phase i think
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I don't think you understand how it feels to be obsessed over a show and have it currently be in the west end and accessible to me
This has not happened before
Excuse the brainrot
#i was out of the Hamilton phase when it transferred#same with deh#but now!!!!#i will never be out of the newsies phase i think#shes special <3#newsies#newsies the musical#uksies#britsies#newsies london#west endsies
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anything for you
chapter 3
“So, I googled you.” It was the first thing I could think to say. I wish I’d gone with “you look nice,” or maybe “good to see you again,” but I went with, “So, I googled you.”
“Did you find anything good?” He was perfectly relaxed, and he really did look nice. Suit and tie, hair perfectly fluffy.
“Broadway isn’t exactly a small stage.” I said, easing into it. He could see where I was going with this.
“I liked that you didn’t know who I was. Also, I would’ve seemed like a dick if I’d read off my entire professional resume. ‘Did you want my extra bag of peanuts? Also, I wanted to let you know I was nominated for a Tony.’ I’d only bring it up in casual conversation if i’d won.”
"West Side Story isn't exactly a 'short film' either. There's pictures of you standing next to Steven. Spielberg." I talked about it like this was news to him, like it wasn't literally his life and his memories. He seemed amused.
"Are you angry I didn't tell you?"
"Not angry so much as just shocked. I assumed I was flirting with a super low-key struggle-for-your-art kinda guy. Not a guy who knows what Steven Spielberg smells like."
"Kind of citrus-y. Maybe a little earthy tone to it." I hated myself for all the questions I had to ask. But I couldn't not ask.
"So if you're that famous, how come you weren't flying on a private jet situation?"
"I'm not private jet famous. I mean, don't get me wrong, I definitely get recognized, it's just more by theater people. Dear Evan Hansen fans, West Side, Newsies, you get it."
"See, that was you reading off your professional resume. But I figured that's what it was. I was never super into musicals. I tried to be, I could just never get it to stick in my brain. I went in and out of a lot of phases as a kid." I was dying to ask more of the juicy details, but I couldn't. Not yet. On the other hand, I found myself just wanting to know more about him personally, and I wanted him to know more about me. All the lame stuff like his favorite color, his favorites movies when he was a little kid, what his parents are like, etc. But I also wanted to know what it would be like to touch him. To kiss his beautiful face. To breathe him in. I asked all the questions and I let him go on and on. He'd try to steer the conversation to something about me and I'd turn it right back around to him. Anything just to stare at that gorgeous face just one second longer. Dinner was coming to an end and I hadn't even noticed how much time had passed until he brought it up.
"I'm sorry, I feel like I've just talked about only myself for the last three hours. Is that a total turn-off?" He was so fucking adorable.
"You could talk to me about anything and it wouldn't be a turn-off." And I meant it too. He seemed to like this answer.
"So if I started to talk about calculus or hip dysplasia or microbiology, you'd still want to go back to my hotel room with me?"
"Do you even know enough about those things to have an actual conversation about them?" I was avoiding the question.
"You're avoiding the question.. and no, I don't. I'm a dramatic arts school drop out. Sexy, right?"
I was eager, and he could tell. "Are you ready to go now?" I asked, gaining confidence.
"I was waiting for you to say that." Mike quickly paid the bill and stretched his hand out to mine to lead me out of the restaurant and into the cool, London air. He placed his hand on the small of my back as we walked to his hotel. I began to feel so incredibly nervous. Would he want to see me again if I gave it all away so soon? Would he still respect me? Does he even respect me now? A million questions were flooding through my mind, but I did my best to just relax. I decided to take things slow and let him take the lead. Maybe I was over thinking everything and he was just leading me back to his hotel room so we could order room service dessert and watch movies together, fully clothed and sitting six feet away from each other on opposite ends of the room. Maybe I was completely delusional and nothing remotely exciting was going to happen.
When we got to his hotel and the elevator doors shut to take us up to his room, I felt the sexual tension. At that point, I didn't care if he respected me. I needed to touch him and I needed him to touch me. I started slow, taking my hand from his and reaching further up his arm to wrap my hand around his bicep.
"Are you nervous?" He was a mind reader apparently.
"A hundred percent. But I really like you. Really really like you. I'm trying to be present and in the moment and spontaneous, and-"
He cut me off by pressing each of his hands on the sides of my face, pushing my hair behind my ears and walking me back against the wall of the elevator. He looked into my eyes and whispered, so delicately, "I'm going to kiss you now, okay?" Him asking only made it a million times more attractive. Cheeks flushed and heart in my stomach, I could only nod. He pressed his lips to mine. Slowly, our mouths melted together as I wrapped my hands around his slender waist, pulling him into me. Needing him even closer than he already was if that was even possible. As we both grew more passionate, more needy for each other, the elevator doors opened to his floor. We both pull ourselves away at the sound of someone clearing their throat, clearly not prepared to walk in on the scene we'd created.
"Oh! Uh, um- we're very sorry," Mike says as he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the elevator, rushing me down the hallway while simultaneously fishing for his key in his pants pocket. I laugh so hard my stomach begins to cramp.
The second we're inside his hotel room, I feel myself being picked up and thrown over Mike's shoulder. Both laughing, he places me on his bed and leans over, propping himself up on his hands.
"I'm going to fuck you now, is that okay?"
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Hello! I just wanted to let you know that I really love your Harvey Dent fanfics (gk). They are really good, and basically, I've read the all! I was wondering if you could write a little something. Maybe the reader is in a relationship with Harvey and is the only one that can snap him out of being Harv? If not, that's totally okay, just wanted to shoot my shot! Thank you!
for sure
gk!harvey sent x wife!reader
note: i have been such a busy bee, and this has been sitting here forever, and i’m so sorry for the delay!
this is a bit rushed-but i kinda like it-also, peep the newsie reference in the end for any fansies reading this, i’m back in my newsie phase lol but enjoy some harvey!
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chaos had fallen upon gotham.
wayne tower had fallen.
the gotham knights had saved the day.
turner hayes was dead.
harvey dent was unaccounted for.
you were sick with worry. you’d gone everywhere, and yet there had been no sign of him. did he even survive? you could only hope.
it had been two days since the incident. you continued your search. you were in the city from dawn til dusk in search for your missing husband.
and yet found nothing.
it was a thursday night. you returned home late, dropping your bags at the door after entering your apartment.
god how you hated it here. without harvey, everything felt empty, like there was no meaning to it anymore. harvey, despite his own flaws, was the light to your darkness, and you were drowning without him.
you entered the kitchen, ready for a tall glass of wine, but froze at the sight of a shadow lurking in the corner.
“hi doll.”
“harvey?”
the figure chuckled lightly, “not your harvey, but a version of him. it’s nice to meet you in person, it’s been a long time.”
you could only see half of his face, the right side hidden from view.
but immediately knew something was wrong. mainly by the way he was speaking. sure, this harvey’s voice was already gravelly. but there was something different in how specific words were being pronounced.
“step into the light.”
he clicked his tongue. “tsk, tsk, tsk. i don’t think that’s the best idea right now.”
something was most definitely wrong.
“step into the light.” you reiterated, your voice firm. “i thought we could have a little conversation first, sweetheart.”
sweetheart. that was harvey’s name for you. he used many, but, that was the one. and hearing this version of him say it irked you so much to the point that you exploded.
“godammit, let me see my husband’s face!”
he seemed surprised by the sudden outburst. you half-expected him to taunt you more. but instead, he hesitatingly took a step forward.
then another.
a scream tore through your throat at the sight.
the flesh covering the right side of his face was melted, it could be compared to the wax of a candle. the side of his lip was gone, revealing his pearly whites and burnt gums. the mangled skin continued down to his neck, disappearing beneath his ruined suit.
and then there was his eyes. those beautiful cerulean eyes used to match. and now, one was a milky white, disguising the beauty underneath.
it was horrific.
tears sprung to your eyes immediately as your hands flew to cover your mouth, choking back sobs.
“i told you it wasn’t the best idea..”
you let out shakey breathes, taking a step towards him. you stood before him now. glancing up, as though asking permission, slowly, he nodded, his eye never leaving you.
carefully, you lifted a trembling hand, your fingertips grazing over the mangled skin. the man flinched slightly.
“i-“
“it’s fine-“
but it wasn’t fine. nothing was fine.
you let out a shaky breath, letting your hand fall.
“let me talk to him.”
the imposter harvey smirked a monstrous smirk, which was hardly even a smirk at all.
“no can do dearest,”
“why not?”
“because,” he took a step closer, “i’m in control now. ya see, harv was in some serious shit, and now here i am. i saved his life—your welcome—“
“i want to talk to him-“
“nope-“
“goddammit—you’re going to ruin his life-“
“ruin? sweetheart, i’ve been saving him for years! jane tried to kill him—and our daughter—she’s been handled already-“
the blood on his coat—jane’s blood.
your head was spinning. all you wanted was to talk to your husband. “let me talk to him.” you repeated.
“yeah—how ‘bout no? ya see, that husband of yours kept me locked up for years. i ain’t doin’ that again.”
you let out a shaky sigh. there has to be some way to get to him, the real him.
“2007. a beach.”
“what?”
“you wore a tux. and a stupid pink tie that i ended up loving so much.”
“what are you doing?”
“it was small, but cute,”
“stop that.”
he knew what you were doing now. you were trying to coax your harvey back into the light. he couldn’t allow it.
“we danced, we laughed, it was the best day of my life.”
harvey took a step back, engulfing himself in the darkness again, “goddammit woman, shut up-!”
“i have never been happier! then when i am with you!”
“i said shut up-“
“i promised that day that i’d be by your side and that i’d-“
“never leave.”
his voice was soft. fragile. broken.
tears stung your eyes. “harvey?” you murmured, unsure now of who she was truly speaking too.
“it’s me.”
“oh my god-“ you took a step forward, engulfing him in a hug. but he pushed away, “no-no-stop-“
“harvey-“
“look at me-at this monster i’ve become-this-this thing in my head-its killin’ me-“
“listen to me-“
“i can’t stay here. i can’t.”
“then we leave.”
he was taken aback. “what?”
“we leave,” you repeated, “we leave gotham-we run-i don’t know where-but we just go-“
“i can’t ask that of you. you have a whole life here.”
“you are my life, harvey. and anywhere you go, i’ll be there by your side.”
he was silent for a moment—before smiling—as much as he could.
“for sure?”
“for sure.”
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Slasher and Splasher having a third identical sibling (bless their mama) named something completely different
Their nickname is like Magnet or smth
I dusted off my newsies phase. buckle up, kids.
okay so that’s like
hmm
math
gimme a second
…
(*counts*)
okay, we’ve got 5/9 out of the siblings. whew. cool.
(ROLL CALL- elmer, slasher, splasher, magnet, graves)
so magnet looks like splasher and slasher. like. a LOT like splasher and slasher (I don’t know which one of them it was, but one of their parents had KILLER genes, dude), but his hair is a lil longer, and- this is going to shock you, so prepare yourself- he is the only sibling of 9 you can’t hear from across the block. he’s like,,, quiet???? the rest of the newsies thought he was splasher and just sick for a week straight???? when the newsies DID realize he wasn’t his brother, they obviously freak out because ohhhhhhhh that’s another name they need to think of.
this process takes them f o r e v e r. the original thought it to name him something that matches with slasher and splasher, but then elmer was like but what about me???? so they didn’t do that. skittery half-jokingly called him mouse because he was quiet, but that one didn’t stick.
then, blink, in his ever present genius (read: he’s drunk when this happens), calls him ‘a- wait, what do you call it, a- a- A MAGNET- ‘cause you’re like, always around elmer ‘cause you like him but never around splasher ‘cause you don’t like him’. mush, who isn’t drunk but is incredibly tired and slap-happy, fervently agrees with his best friend and that’s that.
magnet’s short and scrawnier than his brothers, and right above elmer in age order, with roughly 11 months between them.
he’s not shy, per se, but doesn’t really want to talk to most of the newsies as a general rule (he is the silent shadow of buttons, and occasionally elmer when the majority of his brother’s friends aren’t around).
he always reads thoroughly through the paper before he sells, and then tells some of the younger kids what to say.
(elmer says it’s because he’s nice. splasher says it’s because he wants an army. graves says it’s because he gets embarrassed for the kids when they say the most absurd thing and then immediately get called out. one of them is correct.)(it’s not elmer.)
he’s got a resting bitch face. it’s genetic. he’s not that pissed most of the time.
he doesn’t have a favorite color, but gets uncomfortable when people ask so he says it’s orange.
he doesn’t really like kids? like, he’ll help them out, sure. but they also scare the shit out of him and they should go away.
flowers and pollen make his nose itch. he also doesn’t like those.
horses are cool as shit to him. call him the original horse girl. boy will just. stare at them. for hours.
somewhat related to one of the top ones, but the second hand embarrassment this man feels- sweet jesus. the force isn’t with him, but the second-hand embarrassment he feels daily sure is.
✨magnet✨
#newsies#92sies#uksies#livesies#manhattan newsies#west endsies#splasher#splasher newsies#slasher newsies#newsies oc#graves newsies#elmer kasprzak#elmer newsies#emme’s bad ideas
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Chapter Thirty: Together (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)
Two months later…
Two months. That’s how long it’s been go’n on- two months!
For two months, Spot’s been ‘work’n’ odd hours and been out late more times than I can count! He’s also been real distant. Not talk’n as much, secret-like at night, and almost avoid’n me. He says it’s ‘work,’ and Bucky says it’s ‘just a phase,’ but sometimes my mind wanders… Is Spot Colon double-cross’n me? After all he’s done, after all I’ve done? I thought ��bout tell’n someone- maybe Jack or Crutchy, but they’s just get mad or sad for me. I’d tell Race or Mush, but they’s just go get in a fight that don’t need fight’n.
I shake tha thought from my head as tha noise of tha market fills my ears. At least sell’n papes could get my mind off of it…
“Extra! Extra! Gunshots heard at Central Park! Extr-!” I stop.
There, ten yards away, is Spot. Walk’n oudda some store, with some goil- and she ain’t me! A good-look’n goil too, which makes it worse! All at once I know exactly what’s go’n on!
That does it. That’s tha final straw.
I march straight back ta tha board’n house and make sure I’s left noth’n behind. I neva carry much around ‘cause I don’t wanna lose anyth’n, plus I figured if me and Spot ever had a quarrel then I’d neva have ta come back for someth’n.
Like an instance such as this.
I’s almost to tha bedroom door, when tha King of Brooklyn himself steps in. He sees me, then gets a confused look on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
I scowl. “Don’t give me that- you’s very well know what’s wrong! Don’t think I’s an idiot- I know what you’s been do’n at night! I saw you with that odda goil!” Spot’s eyes widen, and I can tell I’ve struck someth’n.
“Was I not good enough for you, Spot? Was I just too strict? Too moralized? Too… What was it you called your odda goils? Fancy? Well, I gots news for you, Sean-” I stomp forward. “Extra, extra! I’s leave’n!”
I step past a aw-struck Spot, who I see turn ta look at me as I walk towards tha stairs. “And don’t you try ta follow me either!”
But he does, and attempts ta grab my hand- which I slap. Then he tries to grab my arm- so I punch him in tha gut. This gets tha wind knocked oudda him, but he uses his falter’n balance to make me fall over too.
“Damn it, Spot! Can’t ya just-” I yell and sob at tha same time.
“P-Please,” Spot gasps for breath. “L-listen!”
“I tried that, and ya neva said anyth’n! How’s I supposed-”
“Rebecca, please!”
I flinch. “Don’t you call me that. Never call me that again! You’s just gonna sell me out once I’m gone-”
“Beauty, please.” Spot clasps a hand over my mouth and grabs my arms- leave’n my feet to kick out in rebuttal.
“Let. Me. Go!” I scream muffled through Spot’s hand as he carries me back into tha bedroom and shuts tha door. “What? You gonna lock me in here-?”
“Rebecca, I got a million answers for your questions. But foist I got a question for you-” Spot then reaches into his pocket, pulls out a small box, and kneels down on one knee. I’m not what ta think of this, but when he opens tha box to reveal a small, shine’n ring, I nearly faint.
“Rebecca Carlyle, will you make me tha happiest man in New York and marry me?”
Silence. Dead, unfaltering silence.
“W-What?” I gasp, still stare’n at tha ring. “I- I don’t know what to say…”
Now that I ain’t yell’n at him, Spot looks hopeful. “Say yes?”
Do I say yes? After all, I’ve had suspicions ‘bout Spot… but were they all for this? Does he still luv me like he did when I ran into him? Will tha King of Brooklyn make my life happy?
I don’t know how long I’ve been stare’n, but-
“Yes.”
Spot’s head perks up faster than light. “Yes?”
I nod, tears form’n in my eyes. “Yes!” I rush over and wrap my arms around him, mak’n us fall ova.
But Spot quickly sits and stands up with me. “Ya mean it?”
“Sean Thomas Colon, I will marry you!”
He smiles his once-in-a-while Spot Colon smile and buries his face in my hair. “Oh, Beauty. I wanted ta tell you so bad, I really did… I was gonna wait ‘til nighttime, with tha stars, but… Rebecca, I’m so sorry for make’n you think I’s was be’n unfaithful. That goil- she’s tha store clerk. I bought tha ring from her, that’s why I’s was with her. I’s been work’n different jobs so I could afford it-”
I gasp. “Spot, how much?”
“That ain’t important. What’s important is that you forgive me, right?”
“Yeah, I forgive you. But really… How bad did it hurt ya?”
He hesitates, but says: “A few years of savin’s.”
My hand flies ta my mouth. “Oh God, Sean. You didn’t have to-”
“Sure I did. You’s worth more than money can buy! Besides, it’s only money.”
“Yeah- money that you’s need to live! How’re you-?”
Spot hushes me by press’n two fingers ta my lips. “Money controls tha woild, Beauty.” He leans in and kisses my head. “But it don’t control mine.”
I sigh, give’n up. Then I think:
“Oh! I have an idea.” I reach for tha chain around my neck and take out my modda’s gold ring. “It’s a bit small, but I think it’ll fit.” I hold it up ta Spot’s left ring finga. Sure enough, it slides right on.
“I’s always wanted to ask what this was,” Spot looks at it, curious.
“It’s my modda’s. Or- was my modda’s. It’s all I got left of her, but now it’s a part of you too.”
Spot, obviously taken by tha gesture on account of his gape’n mouth, hugs me tighter.
“Did ya tell Jack?” I ask, unsure.
Spot frowns. “No.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’s been togedda for a while now- Jack can’t tell me what to do anymore. Even if we don’t get his bless’n, I still feel he’ll warm up to tha idea.”
Spot lays his head on top of mine. “Trust in me, Beauty. No madda what, we’s in this togedda. No madda what life throws at us- I’ll be there for you. I promise.”
And I’m sure as tha sky has stars, he will keep his word.
#Newsies#newsies musical#newsies broadway#newsies 1992#newsies x reader#spot colon x reader#spot conlon#jack kelly#david jacobs#Les Jacobs#sarah jacobs#kid blink#skittery newsies#boots newsies#mush meyers#crutchie morris#crutchy newsies#racetrack higgins#racetrack newsies#marriage
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fic writer review
thanks to @delphiniumblooms for tagging me!!! :D
1. How many works do you have on Ao3?
66 posted and one lonely little draft that's probably never gonna get finished
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?
102,532
3. How many fandoms have you written for?
including things i've multiple-tagged for related fandoms, 24. but like i said, a lot of that is because of interconnected/related fandoms
4. Top 5 fics by kudos?
tell me more than just the scars i've known - my first Sylki fic that i wrote while extremely frustrated by lack of cell service, it's not my favorite thing i've written but listen: sometimes a girl's just gotta write some whump, ok?
Dream Again (When One's Left Behind) - the one and only Tangled: The Series fic i've ever written. Varian angst and platonic h/c with one of the only alternating POVs i've ever successfully written.
for the bad decisions that we made - the Sylki fic i posted less than two days ago (writing for big fandoms is wild, guys); yet another take on an s2 reunion but this time featuring heart-to-hearts, hugs, and one of my favorite lines of prose i've ever written
Learn Me Right - Newsies sickfic that i'm not incredibly proud of, but it's where i started writing my favorite minor character, so it's cool.
We Are Broken - one of my other Newsies fics, bc yeah i had a phase back in January, and i saw some Wormsies post that gave me an idea.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?
YES. i always reply to comments just bc i love talking to people, and i also love talking about my fics at any opportunity. also bc i know how nice it is to leave an author a comment and get a reply later on, it's just such a great feeling so i like to be that person :)
6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
eurrgghh probably either Dust & Ashes or we're gonna sing it again and again, bc they ended with MCD, but i really kind of hate both of them in retrospect because i was trying to write them to be canon compliant, but i wasn't familiar enough with canon and they're just... very very off
7. Do you write crossovers?
nope, not unless you count different eras and contexts of Doctor Who stuff as crossover
8. Ever received hate on a fic?
nope again, AO3 culture is very nice and i really love it
9, Do you write smut?
biggest NOPE yet, i don't write it or read it. just.... n o p e.
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
no
11. Ever had a fic translated?
again, no. but that would be really heckin cool if one of my fics ever did get translated!!
12. Have you ever co-written a fic?
i'm saying "no" a whole lot, wow... but yeah, no i haven't. i've considered co-writing something with my best friend, but we've never gotten around to it
13. All time fav ship?
i... cannot pick one tbh. it changes with my hyperfixation. right now i have Sylki brainrot lol
14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
probably my Gallifrey/DWEU buddy cop au?? i love it, it's my brainchild, but yeah :/
15. Writing strengths?
i've been told that i'm really good at packing a lot of emotion and meta into very short fics, and i'm pretty proud of that tbh
16. Writing weaknesses?
i suck at plot and dialogue can sometimes drive me nuts. i think my biggest weakness as i perceive it is that i find it hard to *not* make things in fics go very fast? like i write everything out that i want in a fic but it's still incredibly short and i worry that it feels rushed, even though other people don't usually think that.
17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?
uh... the only language other than English that i know is Koine Greek (as in, the specific Greek that the Bible's New Testament was oroginally written in) and it's a dead language, sooooo.......
18. First fandom you wrote for?
Big Finish Doctor Who! (tho tbh i think back when i was 11/12 i wrote some random self-insert stuff for whatever little fandoms i was in back then 😅)
19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?
ohhh i can't choose? usually i'm just most partial to whatever i've most recently written, which right now is for the bad decisions that we made. i think one of my Gallifrey fics, In The Drift, is definitely high on my list of favorites though.
here's my AO3 for anyone who might like to take a look!
tagging @fortes-fortuna-iogurtum and @picnokinesis if either of you want to do this, and anyone else who sees it if you want. :D
#Lu rambles#Lu writes#writing#fanfic#ao3#tag game#my fic#fanfic pals#loki series#pro sylki#lovedaggers#newsies#newsies live#tangled the series#varian angst#dweu#doctor who expanded universe#gallifrey#big finish audios
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The teddy Bear
Newsies fic: The Teddy Bear
Warnings: The refuge, nightmares. Death ( mentioned ), the darkness, abuse
Race x reader.
When people asked to tell about yourself one of the first things you said was “ I’m dating Racetrack Higgins. “ Everyone knew. You had been dating for three years. About 8 months ago you got a apartment together. You met Race at the Refuge. He was slightly older and you were both busted out of there thanks to Jack Kelly. You both suffered from nightmares of the refuge quite frequently. You suggested that you two get a teddy bear and whenever you wake up from a nightmare you sleep with the bear and talk about it with the other in the morning. One night you woke up breathing heavily from a terrible nightmare. Not about the refuge. But about everyone you cared about dying. You tried forgetting the nightmare but it was no good. You wanted the bear. It always made you feel better. You searched in the dark for the bear until you realized that Race was using it. You didn’t want to pry it from him. Race was awake but you didn’t know. He was lying there so still thinking about his nightmare. Still breathing heavy you decided you wanted some tea. Leaf water as he called it. So you went to the kitchen trying not to wake him up. You took your tea and curled up on the couch wrapped in a blanket. And you sat there in the dark. Race wondered why you weren’t coming back. He waited a few more minutes and decided to get up and find you taking the bear with him.
“Y/N what are you doing out here? It’s 3 in the morning. We don’t have to get up for another 5 hours. “ Race asked you. You didn’t respond. You just sat there in the darkness sipping your tea.
“ Did you hear me? I said what are you doing out here? Come back to bed,“ he whined. Again you just say there still phases by your dream.
“ Is it something I did?” He asked. You shook your head. He could tell something was wrong. He walked over to the couch and sat next to you and started running his fingers through your hair. You muttered out some words. He asked you to repeat them so you did.
“ I had a nightmare racer. But not about the refuge. About. About-“
You couldn’t bring yourself to finish that sentence instead your covered your entire body with the blanket and curled up in a small ball. He pulled the blanket so that he could see your face. He kissed you gently on the cheek.
“ How about this. I’m going to make some of that tea water and then we can go back to the bedroom and talk about or do whatever you need to do to calm you down. “ You didn’t notice you were still breathing heavy. You nodded your head in agreement. You went back to the bedroom and he followed seconds after with his tea. He sat on the bed and put the bear in between you two.
“ Ok Y/N look at me ok? Focus on my breathing and mimic it. Ok inhale 1,2,3,4 and now exhale 1,2,3,4. “ He repeated this until your breathing was slow, steady, and even.
“ Now do you want to tell me what happened in your nightmare or do you just want to cuddle?” You took the bear from the center of the bed.
“ I dreamt that everyone I loved and cared about died and I didn’t do anything about it. “ Race was listening and trying to think of what to say.
“ Well you and I know that we are all gunna die one day. But I know that if you can you will do everything to prevent it. You would never just let anyone you care about die. “ He pushed your hair out of your face and lifted your chin so that your eyes were level.
“ Y/N I love you. And None of us would ever let you suffer that much alone. “ the room went silent. Breaking the silence you decide to ask Race a question.
“ Racer? What was your nightmare about?” Race swallowed hard.
“ I dreamt about my teenage years. When I lived with my parents. Before I ran away. Before I was arrested. “ you knew Race had abusive parents. It didn’t help at all when he tried coming out to them. You felt so badly for him.
You pulled him into a bear hug and whispered into his ear.
“ Race those days are over. I will never let anyone treat you like that again. I love you Race. Now let’s get some sleep. Do you us want to stay home from work today? Race?”
He had fallen asleep in your arms. You laid him down on the bed covered him up. Kisses him softly on his hair and went to sleep.
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I Didn’t Mean It
Intro: Hello, lovelies!! I hope you guys are having a good day/night!! This was requested by an anon, I hope you guys enjoy!!
Note: Alright, so honestly I never watch musicals, never have, but I did my best with this one and honestly just used the movie version of Beetlejuice(which I watched when I was 7 at daycare lmao), but I tried so I hope you enjoy!!
Word Count: 1359
hey could I request a jade x reader where the reader is a relatively famous musical theater actress who also goes to Hollywood Arts, and jade is absolutely smitten (warranting teasing from the gang and a lot of threats). thanks!! love ur work :) (id love if reader was currently in a musical, if you know Beetlejuice, Newsies, Six or Heathers, any of those would be SUPER appreciated! thank you!!)
Walking into Hollywood Arts, you released a deep breath since here you could be yourself and not have to hide your true self since while you tried to be yourself out in public, being a famous actress made it hard for you to have much of a personal life, so you loved it when you came to your campus since no one could get in that wasn’t supposed to be and plus you got to act like yourself instead of your outside persona.
Walking into your theater class, you sat in your usual spot when a group of new students came in, causing you to look over at the door since they were being incredibly loud which wasn’t unusual when it came to new students, you about to ignore them when you locked eyes with the girl with black hair and random colors in it with what seemed to be a resting bitch face, you gave her a small smile and waved, seeing her eyes widen slightly before she averted her gaze.
“Alright everyone, take your seats!” Sikowitz called, getting everyone to focus and you glancing beside you when the girl sat down next to you “Before we start anything, Y/N? Why don’t you tell us about the musical you’re in?” Sikowitz said, sitting on the edge of the stage and resting his chin on his hands as he looked at you with excitement “Oh uh…” you said, laughing slightly when he pulled you onto the stage “Hi… As many of you probably know I’m Y/N Y/L/N… I just got the female lead in Beetlejuice…” you said, going on with explaining who you really were and not seeing Jade’s eyes widen in recognition, you were one of her biggest idols and oh boy, she was smitten.
After a few days, you had finally struck up a conversation with Jade and you guys instantly clicked, sure you guys had a lot that you were different about, you guys liked the same things where it mattered “Are you sure I can be here?” Jade asked, you having asked her to come with you to rehearsals “Of course, if anyone gives you problems just tell em you’re with me” you said, giving her a smile before leading her into the huge theater, watching as she tried to hide her excitement which made you smile “I’ll show you to my dressing room”.
After rehearsal was over, you came up to Jade, still in your costume and smiled at her “So, what did you think?” You asked, grinning at her when she actually cracked a smile “It was okay” she said, you able to tell she was trying to keep that stoic expression so you knew that on the inside she was actually freaking out “Good, let me get changed and I’ll get you home” you said, giving her a smile before you vanished backstage once more to change back.
The next day, Jade was eating with her… Well, she wouldn’t consider them all friends, but friends “So… How was your date?” Tori asked, looking at Jade who stared at her “What date?” Jade asked harshly, stabbing some lettuce in her bowl “You know, with Y/N, I heard she took you to dress rehearsal” Andre said, obviously siding with Tori on this one “It wasn’t a date” Jade gritted out, glaring at the two of them “It was a date, she wouldn’t act like this otherwise” Beck chimed in, not being phased by the harsh look Jade gave him “Jade likes someoneeeee” Tori sing-songed, looking at Jade who seemed like she was about to blow up “I do not” Jade growled, not knowing you were standing not far behind her and only caught the last part of the conversation, you looking down at your feet for a moment before you walked the other direction, Tori frowning slightly since she had seen you.
Later that day, Tori found you in the auditorium, you working on some homework while snacking on some apple slices “Hey, Y/N… Can we talk?” Tori asked, looking at you and watching as you looked up from your notebook “Sure” you said, setting your notebook to the side and brushing your hands off on your jeans “You know Jade didn’t mean what she said earlier, we were teasing her and she was-“ “No, I know what she meant and it’s okay, you win some you lose some” you interrupted, sighing before you shook your head “I gotta get back to work” you said, knowing you didn’t really allow her to talk but you didn’t wanna talk about it “O-Okay” Tori said, watching as you went back to your previous position but this time putting headphones in before she left you be, already planning something.
After that, you stopped inviting Jade places, you still talked to her because you enjoyed her company but you weren’t up to hanging with her just yet, this worrying Jade when she stormed up to Tori, knowing she had something to do with this “What did you do?” Jade demanded, crossing her arms and staring her down “What?” “Y/N won’t hang out with me anymore and I know you did something” Jade said, causing Tori to sigh “You remember that first day we started teasing you about her? She overheard you, Jade… I tried to tell her otherwise, but she wouldn’t believe me” she said, watching as recognition appeared in Jades expression, she didn’t think you had overheard her, but it now made sense “Don’t worry, I have a plan” Tori assured.
The night of opening night for Beetlejuice, you peaked through the curtains on stage, curious to see how many people were in the audience, smiling when you saw that you guys had sold out, there wasn’t an empty seat in the house “Places, people!” The director called, causing you to jump but quickly get into position, you ready to put on the show of your life, missing the phone calls you were getting from Tori and the others since your phone was on silent in your dressing room.
“They’re about to start, that’s why she’s not answering” Robby said, gesturing to the lights dimming and the spotlights going to the narrator “Damn” Jade sighed, clutching the roses that she had in her hands for dear life “We’ll find her after the show, don’t worry” Beck assured, reaching over and patting Jade’s arm which she shook off with a huff, all of them quieting down when the narrator started speaking.
After the performance, you and your cast members lined up to bow, you looking through the crowd with a smile when you locked eyes with Jade who held your gaze, you not sure what to do, so you averted your gaze, once you were backstage and heading for your dressing room, you heard a commotion which made you return to the side entrance of the stage “They’re with me” you said, seeing security trying to push Jade and them back “Not all of them can be back here, miss” one of them told you, Jade being pushed forward, by who? You weren’t sure but there she was, right in front of you while the others left back to the main area.
“Hi” you said, looking at her and not sure what else to say “These are for you” Jade said, shoving the roses to you harsher than she meant to and causing you to chuckle “Thank you” you said, giving her a small smile “Look, what you heard me say awhile ago, I didn’t mean it… I said it so my friends would leave me alone, I didn’t know-“ her getting cut off by you crushing your lips together, her having to grab onto you to keep her steady at the force “Shut up” you said, laughing at the look of shock on Jade’s face “You wanna make it up to me? Let me change then we can go out for dinner” you bargained, looking at her and watching her nod “Good, I’ll be back shortly” you said, pressing a kiss to her lips once more before vanishing, Jade standing there in complete shock… What just happened?
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Welcome to my Newsies Blog!
First things to know:
I follow and ask from my main blog: vintageburnham
My Newsies Aesthetic blog is: newsies-jackie
My name is Bryn (she/her), and I am so happy to have you here! Go ahead and click ‘keep reading’ to learn more about me and this blog. If you’re not interested no worries, but please at least read the ‘parting words’ section at the very end. Welcome!
About Me: The Basics
My name is Bryn and I use she/her/hers pronouns!
I am a 22 year old college graduate in Political Science with a minor in Psychology.
I love movies. You will find me to be very active on Letterboxd.
One of my favorite hobbies is making video edits of the things I love the most. I work inconsistently and am not incredibly skilled, but it is a hobby I really enjoy and you can find my video editing account on instagram at vintageburnham.
I love making friends and talking about my favorite things! Please never hesitate to send me a message, an ask, or just say hi! I also love writing so writing prompts about 92sies about short fics or head-canons about characters in my ask box as of right now are welcome.
I do struggle with anxiety and at times social media can be a little overwhelming. Please don’t be offended if I disappear for a while, if I don’t reply quickly, or come off as a little awkward at times. My hyper-fixations completely take over my life haha, and I can ask a lot of questions about the things I care about to learn as much as I can! I am really doing my best and I really just strive for kindness and patience in all I do! I don’t really need any trigger warnings, so we are all good there.
About Me: Newsies
Newsies (1992) is my favorite film of all time, and just about my favorite thing in the world. I first watched Newsies on VHS when I was 7 years old and it has been my life ever since. It gives me great comfort and makes me very, very happy. It truly means everything to me. If you’d like, you can read my official Newsies film review on Letterboxd. I think I explained my feeling for the film pretty well there!
Although I love all the newsies with my whole heart, Jack Kelly is my favorite. He really means everything to me. Ever since I was a kid I felt very connected to him and looked up to him a lot. He is my all time favorite character and ultimate comfort character. You will see me talking about him a lot! Other favorite characters include Davey, Race, Skittery, Kid Blink, and Spot.
I do enjoy Newsies on Broadway. My Dad was able to see it and told me it was beyond incredible. I saw it in theaters in 2017 and really enjoyed it, but not as much as 92sies, and this blog will primarily focus on 92sies with only the occasional livesies post. It is really hard for me to think of them as the same project, and I largely view them as separate works which allows me to appreciate them more anyway!
I seriously just love to talk about 92sies. I love Newsies. So much. The hours I have poured into collecting Newsies memorabilia, learning about the film, the cast, the scripts, finding photos, researching the actual 1899 strike and the 1890′s... countless hours. Most of my personal posts will just be thoughts about the movie which you can find at my hashtag ‘my 92sies thoughts’ which will be the first tag on this post.
About Me: Other Loves
Wow, where to even start. I love many things! I go through phases of hyper-fixation that are so intense. I enjoy them because I find things I love so much, and I spend so much time researching and learning and obtaining everything I possibly can about that thing which is great! But it is also exhausting haha. I am part of many other fandoms, though none as sincere as Newsies. I believe my knowledge of Newsies, the Lord of the Rings, and Bo Burnham is the most advanced I have of all the things I love.
I am a huge fan of the musical comedian Bo Burnham. He is my person, he helps me sort out my mental health, and I think he is an absolute genius. I won’t talk much about him on this blog, but I do talk about him all the time on instagram where I run an update page called burnhambo, and on my main tumblr blog which is linked at the very beginning of this post.
I also really love:
The Lord of the Rings, Sherlock, Dear Evan Hansen and other musical theater, The Big Bang Theory, Stranger Things, Avatar the Last Airbender, The Office and Parks and Rec, Derry Girls, Downton Abbey, and much, much more.
I love music. My favorite artists are AJR, Imagine Dragons, Elton John, Billy Joel, Frank Sinatra, and movie soundtracks.
About Me: Where to find me
I yell a lot about the things I love all over the internet! I have already linked several, but I will list again all the other places you can find me (also listed on my carrd which is still under construction). Rest assured my main social media presence is Tumblr, you’ve found it!
Letterboxd, Instagram One and Two, Pinterest, Twitter, and Reddit.
Types of tags I use to organize this blog: (these hashtags will be explained here and will all be used to tag this post, so feel free to click on any of them and scroll away!)
Newsies 1992: My primary hashtag which keeps track of posts where I talk about my thoughts about 92sies is (mine, my 92sies thoughts, about me, old pins, for me).
For Fun: I use miscellaneous “just for fun”hashtags to keep track of things that make me laugh or make me smile. These include (newsies text posts, newsies humor, I just like this gif).
Others’ creations: I really love seeing what others have thought about and created out of newsies, so I have hashtags that keep track of my favorite work from other blogs. These hashtags include (newsies headcanons, newsies art, newsies fic, newsies details, newsies politics, every day newsies, newsies au).
Information: I use informational hashtags to organize all posts that offer history or technical information. These hashtags include (newsies research, livesies research, news boys research). Essentially they are just informational posts that I like to reference or refer to to learn more about my favorite thing in the world! Newsies research holds 92sies information, news boys research holds actual 1890′s historical information, and livesies research holds information about the Broadway musical.
Misc: Just other misc tags that are kind of a catch-all for things that don’t fit into any of the previous hashtags, along with some specific hashtags of characters and ships (newsies misc, newsies 1992, livesies, Jack Kelly, Davey Jacobs, Spot Conlon, Racetrack Higgins, Javey, Skittery, my actual heart, the literal love of my life, park newsies, found family, roundhouse).
Parting is such sweet sorrow...
If you have made it this far, wow! Thanks :) I am sure this is more than you ever wanted to know, but oh well. This post I am sure will be edited from time to time, but for now, here it is.
Quick disclaimer: I do not own any of these gifs!
Some parting words:
Please do not follow me if you fit the basic criteria of an unkind or hateful person. I don’t appreciate people who are just mean and belittle others. I love making friends, but I have very little patience for aggressive unkindness and deliberate bigotry.
This blog is a SAFE SPACE for people of all races, religion, sexual orientation; whoever you are, you are safe here! I love you! I accept you! Please reach out to me if you are in need of help!
I seldom to never swear or talk about anything that meets basic trigger criteria, so I don’t use trigger hashtags because this blog genuinely to the best of my knowledge does not contain any kind of that material. This is largely a safe, predictable, neutral zone.
I am always learning. If I misstep please correct me and I will do and become better. Thanks for your patience, thanks for your kindness, and thanks for reading!
I look forward to becoming friends! See you out there :)
- Bryn
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Slipstitch
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This was written for the @newsiesgiftexchange !
The fic was written for @queenofbrooklyn and the prompt was ‘Sarah/Spot fic. any situation, modern or canon era (1992).’
It was a lot of fun to write and I hope you like it!
Find it on AO3 under ‘Slipstitch’ by Dani
Also, Thanks for the fanfic! I loved it.
Sarah had never heard of Spot Conlon. She wasn’t a newsie, she wasn’t from Brooklyn, there really was never any reason for her to have come across the name before. The first she had ever heard of him was when Les came running home just after lunch babbling about strikes and Pulitzer and how David was going to meet the ‘biggest, toughest, and scariest newsie that ever was.’
“You shoulda seen them! All the Newsies were scared, all of them. Not Jack though, Jack just said that he would go to Brooklyn with Boots and David. He was so brave,” Les gushed at a mile a minute.
Sarah couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm. She was sure Jack wouldn’t actually put David in any danger. “So, who is this big, tough, scary newsie?” She asked, ruffling his hair.
“Spot Conlon.”
When she actually met Spot at the rally…she wasn’t sure what she had been expecting. She hadn’t really thought she had been expecting anything…but when she saw him, she realized that he wasn’t it.
He wasn’t big, for one thing. There were definitely a lot of boys in the building who were a lot bigger. He was about the same height as Jack and David, maybe a bit shorter …he was thinner too, giving the impression of being even smaller.
Tough and scary really seemed to fit, though. As he prowled around the stage, posturing and glaring around him, his eyes were cold as ice. Sarah felt a nervous shiver go up her spine, and could see why the Newsies were afraid him.
Unlike the rest of the audience, however, Sarah was the only one who knew that it was all an act. David and Jack had planned it all in the days leading up to the event. They needed to get everyone working together as quickly as possible and they needed to get them to stop beating up the other kids quickly. It was detracting from their overall message, as David kept insisting.
Seeing them play out the scene though, even Sarah was convinced.
It worked beautifully. When the three of them came off the stage to join her and Les at the table, they were all grinning, flushed from their success.
Jack sank into the seat beside her and took a big drink from the glass he had left on the table. He was breathless and happy. It was infectious.
It took Sarah a while to realize that David hadn’t taken back the seat on her other side but was one chair further. She only had eyes for Jack, at least until Jack left her to go dance on stage with the ‘Swedish meadow-lark’. Turning to make a snippy comment to her twin, she was stunned to find the other boy, this ‘Spot Conlon’, there instead. She sent David a questioning glance, only to get a shrug in response.
“What’s a fancy Dame like you doing hanging out in a dump like this?” Spot asked, something like amusement dancing over his face.
Sarah looked at him curiously, not really sure how to react to this strange new arrival. “David invited me. I don’t usually get out in the evening, so it seemed like fun.” After a beat, she clarified, “David’s my brother.”
“An ugly mug like his has no right having a sister as beautiful as you.” He sent a quick smirk at David before turning his attention back to her. “So, what do you do? You’re way too fair to be a newsie.”
Bemused, Sarah smiled. “No, you’re right. I leave the newspapers to these two. I’ve started taking in laundry. There’s decent money in it, if you know what you’re doing.”
Spot’s eyes immediately went to her hands, and he slowly reached over to pick one up, watching her face and giving her time to express her displeasure at his forwardness. When she only looked curious, he picked one up. “Your hands are remarkably soft for laundry. My mother used to do that work, it’s definitely not easy.” He lightly traced a thumb over her knuckles. “So, do you have a name? Or should I just call you ‘David’s sister’ for the rest of the night?”
Laughing at her own forgetfulness, Sarah gave him her name.
“Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sarah Jacobs,” Spot said, leaning over his hand and breathing a gallant kiss onto her skin.
Sarah could feel a blush creeping over her cheeks.
She was saved from answering because a moment later, everyone was moving. Spot had dropped her hand and started organizing the smaller kids, quietly moving them towards to exit while David went to warn Jack. Then, it was chaos.
When Sarah talked to Spot next, it was all over. Kids from all over New York had come in support, there were more people than Sarah had ever seen in her life, and she was exhausted. It had been an incredibly long couple of days. She was going on about 30 hours without sleep at this point and knew that as soon as the adrenaline wore off, she was probably going to collapse. She just hoped that she could make it to a bed before that happened.
Then Jack was gone, and it was like everything that had been keeping her going just drained out of her. She leaned against the wall outside the circulation building and strongly considered just leaving David and Les there and making her own way home.
Spot sidled up beside her, and mirrored her pose against the wall. “So, looks like we won.”
“Looks like,” Sarah answered, too tired and spent to even care if she sounded rude or not.
They stood in silence for a long moment. “I hear you punched out one of the Delancy brothers.”
That startled a laugh out of her. “Hardly! I mean, I tried, but it barely phased him. Honestly, if anything, I tried punching out a wall….” She held up her scrapped and bruised hand to show him. “And the wall won.”
Gently, he took her injured hand. Testing her fingers and examining the wounds. “It’ll hurt for a while, but you should heal up pretty good. Might have a bit of scarring on your knuckles but it shouldn’t be too bad.” He didn’t drop her hand.
“I guess my hand isn’t very soft anymore,” she said, embarrassed. She extracted her hand from his to hide it in the folds of her dress.
Spot shrugged but let her take her hand back. “I don’t know, I think I like it better with a bit of character. Means you’re a fighter.”
Sarah had no idea how he could make her blush so easily.
Looking out over the Newsies lining up to get their papers, Spot started speaking again. “Do you think you might want to get lunch sometime?” He asked, keeping his tone casual. There was a current of nervousness in how he held himself, and kept looking anywhere but at her.
And Jack had left, without a word or a glance, without even saying goodbye. She didn’t owe him a thing. “I think I’d like-“
She was cut off by a flurry of excitement that had burst through the crowd. Jack had come back.
Things were moving so quickly. All of a sudden, she was there with him and they were kissing. People were cheering. Sarah couldn’t even remember how things were left with Spot or how she got to where she was standing, surrounded on all sides by her brothers and Jack.
As people started drifting away, making their way to their selling spots and getting to work, Sarah found herself with Jack on one side and Les on the other, making their way out of the circulation centre.
She finally had a moment to get her bearings, and quickly scanned the crowd to see where Spot had gone. She didn’t want to leave things on a bad note with him.
When she did find him, he was climbing into the carriage that Jack had just vacated.
Their eyes met when he settled into the seat. They held for a long moment, and Sarah suddenly felt incredibly aware of how she looked with Jack’s arm slung over her shoulder.
After what felt like an eternity, Spot gave her a small smile and a shrug. As the carriage started to pull out, he tipped his head with his cane as he passed them by.
Her cheeks warmed again. “Goodbye, Spot,” she shouted after him, wanting one last piece of connection as he pulled away.
Jack shot her a confused look and then his eyes quickly fell onto the carriage. His arm tightened possessively on her shoulder. “yeah, go back to Brooklyn,” Jack shouted in follow-up.
Maybe it was because she was so tired, and she just desperately needed to sleep, but she found his arm very heavy all of a sudden, and for a moment, she kind of wished he had gone to Santa Fe.
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hello bella i would like to ask you about future hearts, not in chronological order, and stories for monday -hazel
WAIT i pressed send too early i also wanted to throw a curveball and ask about the newsies original broadway cast recording :) -hazel
yeesh you picked some good ones hazel. okay. i'm gonna put a cut because four albums is a Lot.
send me albums!
future hearts - all time low
the first song from this album I heard: uhhhhhhh i don't remember, but i......hesitantly......say.......cinderblock garden. but i have no idea why i say that. no i don't really know at all.
do I own the album?: nope
my favorite song: don't you go but also if we're counting b-sides which we should be then how the story ends. and........edge of tonight. and runaways. i know that's a lot of songs i don't care.
my least favorite song: satellite i like it but it's unremarkable compared to the rest of the album and the structure of it is just a little weird to me
a song I didn’t like at first, but now do: there were two future hearts songs that for some inexplicable reason didn't download when i bought the album on itunes back in like 2015 when i used itunes and this album came out so i just didnt know they existed for several months, and those songs were bail me out and edge of tonight. this isnt really relevant since i love both of those songs but i just wanted to share. i guess...i think runaways has grown on me. honestly i think thats a result of including it in baby driver fic, lmao
a song I used to like, but now don’t: well i used to LOVE cinderblock garden and now as you can see i don't list it among my favorites. and the same with dancing with a wolf. and for that matter, also satellite lol
my favorite lyric: another impossible question <3 this doesnt really count but the line in tidal waves "say i'm your filthy little, filthy little-" always makes me smile bc when i was younger and my older sister and i would listen to that song whenever we got to that part we'd both yell WHORE at the top of our lungs. and in fact i still do. real talk though, i think the bridge of missing you might be my favorite lyric in here. "grit your teeth, pull your hair, paint the walls black, and scream 'FUCK the world 'cause it's my life, i'm gonna take it back' and never for a second blame yourself" yeah thats the GOOD shit. WAIT I LIE I HAVE ANOTHER ONE: "beautiful scars on critical veins" (mmm and also "roll like thunder, burn like stars") from kids in the dark. mmmm. and all of edge of tonight. man this album has some gooooooood gaskarth lines.
overall rating out of 10: honestly? 10/10. even with satellite. this is such a good fucking album i constantly underrate it but i love it so much it can do no wrong
not in chronological order - julia michaels (this one is gonna be trickier because i haven't listened to the whole album that many times but i'm gonna put it on while i answer the rest of these so hopefully i can have some real opinions here)
the first song from this album I heard: it would've been lie like this i think, because that song was out before any of the other singles
do I own the album?: nope :)
my favorite song: that's the kind of woman, pessimist, lie like this, all your exes. i really LOVE about half this album and the other half i just don't really know well enough
my least favorite song: orange magic just Does Not do it for me. idk man
a song I didn’t like at first, but now do: well i'm very much still working on familiarizing myself with these songs so i might still be in the phase of "didn't like at first" (betcha anything orange magic will grow on me lmao). there aren't any songs that i've changed my opinion on at least not yet
a song I used to like, but now don’t: see previous answer lol
my favorite lyric: "i love myself, but i'd love her more; that's the kind of woman i'd leave me for" from that's the kind of woman (that shit HITS), also "i'll stop checking horoscopes to cope with all my misery" and "you took a pessimist and turned me into something else" from pessimist because it gives me a lot of hope. and "it was you before i ever decided" from little did i know because :') romance
overall rating out of 10: 8/10 miss michaels KNOWS an album. this would probably be higher if not for orange magic lmao
stories for monday - the summer set
the first song from this album I heard: according to my spotify, all my friends! the first time i listened to this album was on shuffle while writing a prompt fic that was entirely unrelated. i know, it's appalling.
do I own the album?: no <3
my favorite song: MMMNNGNHHGJ i think. i think it's figure me out. and missin' you. yeah. those two
my least favorite song: honest to god i want to say all downhill from here but the little bass riff at the end of that song basically forbids me from saying that. so i'm gonna say change your mind instead. it's the vibiest but thats not why we COME to stories for monday now is it
a song I didn’t like at first, but now do: don't know, maybe all in? i can't remember ever not liking one of these songs tbh. ironically maybe the answer to this is change your mind lol
a song I used to like, but now don’t: well i listened to all my friends about five million times when i wrote that fic based on it so it's in the same situation as i think he knows now. i need a little bit of an all my friends break.
my favorite lyric: bro this is literally an impossible fuckign QUESTION!! the entirety of figure me out. "i'm a bit too punk for the pop kids, but i'm too pop for the punk kids" and "i believe there's more to life than all my problems" both are really close to my heart. the bridge of all in about it being 4am in the parking lot we'll be singing blink songs til the sun comes up, that too. wait wait okay and also: "forever nineteen somehow" from jean jacket and "growing up can make you stupid, why is everyone so scared?" from wasted. okay okay i'm done i'm done
overall rating out of 10: fucking 11/10 bro this is in my top 10 albums ever i'm pretty sure
newsies - original broadway cast recording
the first song from this album I heard: no fuckin idea. it must have been the overture because i never listened to the cast recording before watching the bootleg so!
do I own the album?: i do not
my favorite song: mmm i. LOVE once and for all. but i also love watch what happens reprise. and brooklyn's here. and carrying the banner. ugh fuck i love so many of these songs.
my least favorite song: the bottom line reprise lmfao easy
a song I didn’t like at first, but now do: i don't know, i guess i like the bottom line a LITTLE more than i used to but it's a very low bar. wait actually, the overture. i have a much greater appreciation for an overture than i used to.
a song I used to like, but now don’t: i honestly can't think of one. maybe similar effect to something to believe in? i like it SLIGHTLY less but i still really like it so?
my favorite lyric: EASY answer, this lyric is among my favorites in all of musical theatre, i had it written on my mirror for a long time in high school. this part from seize the day: "behold the brave battalion that stands side by side / too few in number and too proud to hide / then say to the others who did not follow through / 'you're still our brothers, and we will fight for you'"
overall rating out of 10: 9/10. fucking banger of an album. i always say this is the best cast recording for a car ride and i stand by that
#ask#anonymous#hazel#allsassnoclass#i have not listened to newsies recently enough#or enough at all#what a great score#and i love that lyric from seize the day i really really like that it talks about how we fight for everyone not just--#--the people who were brave enough to step up#we fight for the cowards too#it just. yeah.#newsies has one of the best scores#as well as bandstand falsettos and gypsy#the former three are my favorite musicals so there's a slight bias there#but gypsy is just. objectively so fun#and so good#i regularly quote that musical lol#in case anyone was wondering the other lyric that i always cite as my favorite in musical theatre is#'what matters when things happen is what happens after'#from everything happens from bandstand#anyway#great questions hazel thank you#damn guys not in chronological order is a really GOOD fuckin album. aside from orange magic this album really hits
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Oneshot #2: Three times someone checked out Darcy’s ass and the one time he didn’t mind it
Description: A crackfic based on this post I made a few days ago. Basically what it says in the title and it plays during the canon era. The main pairing is BillDarcy.
words: 1645
A/N: To be honest, I don’t even know what this is, I just suddenly had this idea yesterday when I originally wanted to write the little idea for a Jojo/Elmer-Oneshot I have in my head. But hey, if there are things I’m good at, it’s procrastinating and doing things wrong, so here we are. As always, it’s possible that there are mistakes regarding grammar and spelling (I checked for them but since English isn’t my first language I might have forgotten something). It would be nice if you left a comment.
I hope you enjoy,
Sincerely, me,
Lélodie
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I.
Darcy hated puberty. Pimples were scattered all over his face and a few days ago, his mother had helped him trying to figure out how to shave his face without cutting himself. Still, there were some leftovers of an incision on one of his cheeks.
The worst thing was that he hadn’t even had something that he could have called a ‘beard’. But he had overheard some of his classmates talking about the positive effect of having a beard – looking more mature and therefore having a better chance with the ladies they wanted to court. Darcy himself didn’t want to court a lady, yet he always wanted to look more mature so that his father might stop treating him a like little child. So, after a lot of insistence on his part, his mother had helped him with the soft hairs over his upper lip and on the sides of his face and he regretted it.
He was attending some important event, where all the influential persons in the world of newspapers were gathered. And he was there with a bright red face, full of signs of imperfections.
“Look at that fancy new suit! Darcy, puberty’s starting to grow on you.”
Startled, Darcy turned around and was promptly hugged by one of his best childhood friends, Katherine Pulitzer. “Kathy, I’m glad you could make it,” he said, quickly hugging her back.
Katherine freed herself from the embrace. “I couldn’t leave you guys alone with all these people now, could I? But back to what I said, when did your ass get this gorgeous? Or is it just the suit?”
Darcy choked on his own spit. He was always surprised by Katherine’s bluntness. A blush spread out over his whole face as he truly realised what she had said and he made an embarrassed sound. “My ass is the same as always, thank you very much. The only thing that’s changing is the constellations of pimples on my face.” He grimaced.
“Uh, how poetic. Maybe you want to write my next article, then I’ll have a lot more free time.”
“Kathy, I’m having a serious problem here.” Darcy threw a glance at the people surrounding them, making sure they were out of earshot. Then, he whispered, “How can I face Bill when my face looks like I’ve been burned by the sun, over and over again?”
Katherine was the only one who knew of his infatuation with Bill – his other childhood friend. She had also been the one who had helped him overcoming his long phase of self-hatred because he was falling in love with another boy. At first, there had been all these thoughts like: “It’s wrong. Two boys can’t love each other.” But when Katherine had told him that she as well did like people the same gender as hers, he had felt a lot better. He wasn’t the only one. He wasn’t hurting anyone. So why should he be ashamed of who he loved?
“Don’t worry, Darce. I think it looks cute. And if he doesn’t like it, you can always show him your ass.” Katherine winked.
Again, Darcy blushed. “What’s it with you and my… butt?”
Katherine just shrugged inscrutably and led him to the buffet.
When they met Bill, he didn’t mention the pimples. He also didn’t mention that Darcy’s suit was apparently too tight around his ass. He had only brought life to the butterflies in Darcy’s stomach when he had constantly readjusted Darcy’s glasses and therefore brushed his skin from time to time.
II.
A soft breeze was caressing Darcy’s hair as he and Katherine wandered along the streets of New York, arm in arm. Katherine was going on about some vaudeville show she had to review that night, until they came across the Newsboys’ lodging house. A smile appeared on her face as they watched some kids dancing around, presumably on their way to the circulation gate. Darcy knew how she admired these kids that had nothing and still seemed to be so happy to at least have each other.
Since the kids weren’t walking really fast, Katherine and Darcy caught up with them and Darcy rolled his eyes as one of the boys started flirting with Katherine. It was always like this. Katherine was a beautiful girl and therefore, she caught the attention of many boys on the street. But only some of them mustered up the courage to actually speak to her.
Trying to suppress a sigh, Darcy let his gaze wander and couldn’t help but notice some boys passing them while the presumable leader flirted with Katherine. He blinked. Had he just imagined it or were two of the boys checking him out? He lowered his head, not daring to look back at them and not really listening to Katherine’s conversation.
He took a deep breath, fiddled with his hands and eventually glanced back at the two boys he had noticed. He nearly let out a surprised gasp as he caught one of the boys checking out his ass once again. A blush crept up his neck. The boy noticed him looking back and winked.
Darcy had never been more glad of Katherine taking control than in this moment. Oblivious to Darcy’s own problem, she grabbed his arm tighter and led him away from the newsies.
He took another deep breath. Had the boy been flirting with him? Darcy couldn’t handle people flirting with him. The only exception was Bill but that didn’t really count, considering that Bill was his lover. Which Darcy still couldn’t quite believe. He and Bill were a thing. Bill had been the one to take the first step, turning a little moment of them cuddling into a sweet, intoxicating kiss.
Darcy smiled and it didn’t take long for him to forget the incident with the newsies.
III.
Apparently, people did have a thing for his butt. That was the conclusion Darcy came to when he was ready cleaning the printing press and went to put on his coat. Bill had already left the cellar, presumably talking with Katherine and Jack outside.
He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop but he couldn’t help but hear two voices, a few feet away, seemingly not noticing his presence.
“… yeah, but one of 'em definitely had a stick up his ass.” The heavy Brooklyn accent in this voice was obvious and Darcy suspected that the boy talking was that Spot Conlon that every single newsie seemed to either fear or respect.
“Obviously. He’s refused ta shake Jack’s hand when he’d spit on it,” the other person laughed. It was also a boy but Darcy couldn’t quite place who the voice belonged to.
Was he talking about Darcy? It would make sense, considering that Spot had talked about two people specifically and he and Bill were the odd ones out (Katherine didn’t count since she had already been involved in the strike before they had been printing the banner tonight). Suddenly, Darcy felt offended. Just because he had manners didn’t mean that he was uptight.
“But you have to admit, it’s a pretty nice ass,” the person whose voice Darcy didn’t recognize answered.
It took Darcy all strength he could muster up not to cough and make his presence known. That would be even weirder than only hearing people talk about his ass. He hurried with putting on his coat, while contemplating listening a little more. Of course he was embarrassed but he kind of wanted to know what else the boys had to say.
“You’s right, Race.” A pause. “But do ya know who also has a great ass?”
Alright, that was Darcy’s cue to leave.
+ IV.
“I can’t believe you!” Darcy exclaimed while Bill only laughed more and more. He sighed. “I shouldn’t have told you, I knew it.”
“I am sorry, I did not mean to offend you, Darce, but that’s just too funny,” Bill said, letting his fingers run over Darcy’s arm, yet not even trying to suppress his laughter. “Why did I never notice that your butt is apparently so interesting?”
“I hate you,” Darcy retorted, crossing his arms in front of his chest, all the while trying to come up with a convincing pout.
Bill stopped laughing at that but the smirk didn’t leave his face. “No, you don’t.” His voice was soft and he moved closer to his lover. “Do you want to know what makes you the most handsome in my opinion?”
Darcy threw him a sceptical glance and let his arms fall to his side again. “What is it?”
“Your nose.”
“My nose?” Darcy let out a small laugh. “Seriously?”
“Well, it is,” Bill replied and shoved him lightly. “Especially when you’re wearing your glasses.” He raised his hand and started to trace the rim of Darcy’s glasses, gently, as if he was afraid of breaking them. Darcy’s breath hitched. “Shoving your smartness in everyone’s faces.”
“Glasses don’t make people smart.” Darcy remembered the time he thought that he would seem more mature when he acted as if he indeed had a real beard. In retrospect, he nearly laughed at that.
“But they make people look smart. And smart people are very, very attractive.” To prove his former point, Bill planted a short kiss on Darcy’s nose.
Darcy smiled. Then he leaned back a bit and took off his glasses. “But what happens when I stop wearing my glasses and don’t look smart any more?” He teased.
Bill made a face like he was thinking about something real intensely. Eventually, he embraced Darcy and smirked. “Then you still got your ass to show off,” he whispered, letting his hands wander lower and lower over Darcy’s back.
For once, Darcy didn’t mind someone paying attention to his butt.
#newsies#crackfic#billdarcy#darcy reid#newsies musical#livesies#Bill hearst#katherine plumber pulitzer#katherine pulitzer#jack kelly#albert dasilva#buttons newsies#racetrack higgins#spot conlon#sprace#fanfiction#newsies fanfiction#fangirl#fandom#newsies broadway#musical#oneshot#writing#writer#darcy newsies#canon era#fanfic#newsies fanfic#fluff#attempt at humor
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Newsies in other time periods
If the Newsies characters weren’t in 1899, here’s the time periods I think they would best fit!
Jack: The Renaissance. To be more specific, probably the mid 1400s to early 1500s since that was around the time the more notable artists lived. I feel like he’d also be heavily involved in the art world, since he is an artist. He’d also have Michelangelo energy. I also feel like he’d be involved in philosophy, mainly focusing on independence and paving your own path rather than following the examples of others.
Davey: Ancient Greece. He has the scholarly vibes. He would be a philosopher as well as a writer and teacher. He would probably be heavily involved in all aspects of society, such as politics, education, philosophy, etc.. He seems like the guy that everyone would look up to and would go down in history for his knowledge and thoughts. He has Athena vibes
Katherine: I honestly don’t want to move her to a different period. She fits the times so well. However, if I have to choose, I’d pick the 1920s. She would be heavily involved in suffrage, of course. And she would still be a reporter. I don’t think she would be a flapper herself, but she would greatly admire their lifestyle and always write articles praising them.
Crutchie: America’s colonial times. I don’t know why, he just gives me colonist vibes. I feel like he’d be that kid that’s always pranking people, but nobody ever believed it was him because he’d seem innocent. Like, he’d happily agree to go to church with his parents, but would release a squirrel mid service. You know those ghost stories about colonial boys throwing stuff and making random noises just to bother people? That’s Crutchie.
Race: The 1930s. Race would probably be just like Bonnie and Clyde. He’d be a robber for sure. And he’d be good at it. However, he is dumb, and everyone knows it. So nobody thinks he’s guilty. He’s not smart enough to get away with robbery! But he is, and he’s amazing at it.
Spot: The 1960s. He just screams The Outsiders. He’s a greaser for sure. Big Dally vibes. He’s the cool kid that everyone looks up to, and they all want to be part of his “gang”. And yes, he does have a rival gang. His gang is basically the same energy as the Brooklyn newsies.
Albert: American Revolution. He’s a kid, so he isn’t entirely sure about what’s going on. However, he is definitely anti-British, partially just to say he is. He’d get involved in everything he could, just to say he was there. He even watches the battles, which his father (who probably fights in the war) doesn’t appreciate.
Sarah: The 1940s. She has movie star vibes for some reason. I feel like she’d be a famous actress, but humble. She wouldn’t use her money to buy fancy things...until she used it to help her family. She would live a more glamorous lifestyle later on, but family comes first.
JoJo: 1500s England. He gives Henry VIII vibes for some reason, so he was definitely alive during his rule. And he did idolize him. He loved how he just made his own rules and wanted to be like that. Well...maybe without the killing his wives part. Maybe. I do feel like JoJo would be the son of a noble and constantly pretend he’s a prince.
Les: I feel like he, like Crutchie, would be in Colonial America. He’d be like Crutchie’s partner in crime. Yes, they’d be friends. It’d be chaotic. They would always prank people together. When Crutchie grows up and stops with his mischief, everyone’s relieved...until they remember Les exists. And Les is much more chaotic, since he was trained.
Romeo: Shakespearean era. He would go see Romeo and Juliet’s debut, and he’d love it. He’d be Shakespeare’s biggest fan and see all his plays. He’d reenact them and dream of being in one. But he can’t act. He recites Shakespeare’s sonnets to every girl he meets. He dreams of being a playwright himself, but he isn’t very good at them. He also makes up his own words, names, and phrases, but they never catch on.
Smalls: Russian Revolution. Remember, she is very chaotic. So she just runs around spreading chaos. And she is very much an anarchist. She is invested in the Romanov story and wants to find and befriend Anastasia. She also idolizes Rasputin. I mean...can you blame her?
Tommy Boy: Modern. He just has modern vibes. I feel like he’d be an athlete. He has big tough guy vibes. He’d probably play football, maybe hockey. And he would be amazing at it. I don’t really know about sports though, so I won’t get into detail about it. He would also retire to be the coach of the top college team.
Mush: 1920s. He would be very involved in the culture of the time. He’d be dancing all the time and if you need him, he’s probably at the speakeasy. He’d probably become a performer as well. He just loves a good time.
Oscar Delancey: 2005. He’d be an emo. It’s true, don’t deny it. He loves MCR. He wears black eyeliner. And he is feral. He probably likes metal too. He always says he’s not like other boys and it’s not a phase. He wants to be Pete Wentz.
Morris Delancey: Salem, Massachusetts, 1692. Yep, the Salem Witch Trials. And he would be tried. He was probably accused for no reason, thought it was a joke, said something stupid during his trial, and executed. I have no idea why he gives me witch vibes, but he does.
Henry: Again, modern. He’d own a small deli. It’s a family business. He’d been working there for as long as he could remember, and knows he’ll inherit it someday. Eventually, it begins to grow in popularity. One day, it becomes a famous deli.
Specs: Early America. He feels like the type to look up to Ben Franklin. He loves his inventions and wants to be a famous inventor himself one day. He starts creating random things out of whatever he can find in his home. They’re not very good at first, but progressively get better and better. One day, he achieves his dream of becoming an inventor.
Buttons: 17th or 18th century. He’d be the son of the town’s tailor and would often help out. He ended up being an amazing tailor as well, and everyone loved his work. He liked to add his own twist to things, so many people could recognize his work at a glance.
Finch: World War II. I feel like he would fight, and he’d do it by choice. An older relative, maybe a brother or his father, would be drafted, and that would inspire him to join as well. He’s a good fighter, and he’s very passionate about the causes, but doesn’t enjoy the war and can’t wait for it to end.
Elmer: 1980s. He just gives me 80s vibes. He’d always go on little adventures with his friends and siblings and act out his favorite movies. He especially likes the ones about kids like him that lived much cooler lives. Think E.T. and Goonies. He doesn’t want to be an actor in those movies, he wants to be a character.
#newsies#jack kelly#davey jacobs#les jacobs#katherine plumber#crutchie morris#race higgins#spot conlon#albert dasilva#sarah jacobs#smalls newsies#tommy boy newsies#mush meyers#oscar delancey#morris delancey#henry butler#specs newsies#buttons davenport#finch cortes#elmer kasprzak#elmer sagloo
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💙 Autism Trait Listing Time 💙
I am self-diagnosed as of now but I'm in the process of trying to get tested and my diagnosed friend said that a lot of what I told her lines up so it's likely I am autistic.
+ Constant Fidgeting: Bouncing of my leg, Tapping of my fingers - If I stop I am physically uncomfortable and tend to shake my ankle/foot or shake my wrist/hand
+ Sensory Oveload at Noise: Usually it's not the loudness of noise for me, but the overlapping of noises. Hearing a television play a show + someone talking + someone somewhere else talking etc. makes me get a headache and I sometimes feel like crying because I can't focus or really hear myself think.
+ Sensitivity to Sudden/Loud Noises: I flinch and startle at loud noises frequently- to the point in which it is noticeable by friends. If the bell goes off when I don't expect it to or the fire alarm I nearly fall out of my chair. If my dad raises his voice or if anyone gets upset and raises there voice I instantly assume they're yelling and tense up- even if they're just raising their voice a little.
+ Tactical/Texture Sensitivity: I detest certain textures and actively avoid them like cotton balls (which feel like how nails on a chalkboard sound), fennel/rosemary, any texture in drinks, nuts in bread, etc. in which my family has noticed and teased me over. Where as other textures I adore and constantly seek out like tree bark or soft fur like textures.
+ Stimming(?): I constantly pick at my skin and when I try to stop I can briefly before I go back to doing it without thinking because it's relaxing. I constantly play with the joysticks on my Nintendo Switch to help compensate and give my hands something to do. I use a fidget spinner sometimes as well to help relax and when I get anxious I use it more often cause the noise it makes and the action of spinning it is helpful. I also do the ASL (sign language) alphabet without thinking to myself just cause it's relaxing and when told to stop I get a bit anxious. I tap my fingers together repetitively a lot and my friends have noted this and have mentioned I tend to do it more when I'm stressed or bored.
+ Hyperfixation: I have the habit of finding something I like and then focusing on it violently. When I was a kid I would watch the same three movies (Newsies, Highschool Musical, and Hairspray) on repeat until I memorized the lines. I went through a phase where everyday I watched Total Drama for like half a year- I still remember the events of each episode. If I watch a video on a video game I have to look up the Wikipedia entry on it, read everything in the fan wiki, and watch video after video deconstructing the game until I'm satisfied. I'll listen to the same song for hours at a time for a week or more and then ramble about it to my friends. My habit of infodumping everything I know about a subject bothers my families and friends. I'll ramble for an hour about an idea I have for a play to a friend before realizing I haven't shut up cause I know most people don't care about minute things like I tend to.
+ Being a Kid: As a kid I was definetely the odd one out. I would hug everyone regardless of who they were, how close we were, or if they were receptive. I just had to hug people- I would get upset if I couldn't hug people. To this day I have stuffed animals I hug because I get anxious without the physical sensation of hugging after too long. I never seemed to be on quite the same wavelength and would stare people down just randomly, even I didn't really understand why I'd do it but I would just lock eyes with someone and not stop until they told me to. People would openly mock me and it would go over my head because I genuinely thought they were my friends and were being nice (I would get called werewolf due to my messy hair and sharp teeth and I would just smile and say I preferred being a vampire). I wore the same velcro shoes everyday until they wore out and demanded my mom buy the exact same pair. I'd cry whenever someone hurt my feelings even once I turned 10 and 11. I accidentally hurt my friends by punching them or pinching them cause I didn't realize how much I was hurting them until I drew blood or they demanded I stop.
+ Routine: I hate being late. I hate being on time. I have to be 10 minutes early to everything. If I have to be somewhere at 9 and its a 30 minute drive then I have to leave the house at 8 or 8:10. If it hits 8:11 and we aren't on the road I lose it. I cry and panic and I shake like a leaf until my dad starts the car. In elementary if we were even a second late I'd sob uncontrollably and panic. Now I still cry and shake but it's not as bad. I am an avid rule follower even when I know I'm being silly. My friends and I went to an abandoned building and I was anxious that we'd be arrested despite knowing people did it all the time and it was fine. I had to stay at school after hours for a project and I wouldnt stop worrying we'd get caught and expelled even though our teacher said we could. When I was like 8 or 9 I read about how not turning off your heater started fires so every day before I left for school I'd check to make sure the heater and oven were turned off three times each. Even if we'd never turned them on in the first place. I haven't been able to focus in online school without the structure of being physically in school no matter how hard I try. When my dad takes the family places last minute I feel unbearably anxious and out of it, even when I am aware I am overreacting. I have noticed executive disfunction issues in the past and when presented with multiple things I need to do I get overwhelmed and panic and do nothing instead. I hate clutter and in the desire to clean one item I end up deep cleaning everything just because I start one chore then think of another in the process and it spirals from there.
+ Misc: I have always been the sensitive emotional child. My mom frequently teases that I never get her sarcasm. I can't decipher how people feel unless I can hear their voice and see their face which makes texting and to a lesser extent voice calling anxious and weird for me. I actively avoid eye contact with people I don't know well and avoid conversation on elevators or in public spaces. I adore watching slime videos and stim boards are wonderful now that I've discovered them. Math isn't my strong suit because the numbers don't make sense to me- I can't decipher even simple algebra equations but I've always been great at reading and I pride myself on my vocabulary and way with words. Despite this I can't give speeches or explain things to save my life even if I know exactly what I mean and want to say I just cannot verbalize it properly so I have to write down exactly what I want to say before I say it. Even then I ramble too long and my dad frequently notes I can never "get to the point and trim out the unnecessary details" but like- I can't tell which details are necessary or not. I can never be presented a broad piece of information and understand it, I need every minute detail first otherwise I cannot understand the bigger concept and thus when I speak I provide every detail to make my point crystal clear. I also feel uncomfortable around authority figures and adults- way more than seems normal- and avoid eye contact and tend to be especially anxious and respectful because adults and authority figures just scare me.
These are all just like the immediate things that jump into mind + context around them. Idk if these could actually point to me being autistic but if anyone has any advice or help then please let me know. I'm kinda worried I'm being a hypochondriac but that might just be because my dad doesn't believe in autism so I'm internalizing that.
I've had close friends say some of my symptoms seem like anxiety or OCD but the texture based stuff and the fact that I have purposefully tried to stop stimming and fidgeting and have tried to repress my natural behaviors due to being seen as like weird and "off" makes me think maybe it might be autism and I just didn't realize because I assumed everyone dealt with similar things and I just was bad at handling it.
#autism#possibly autistic#asd#autism advice?#plz help i am very worried im overreacting and i dont want to talk to my parents unless im like 100% i have it
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A Day At The Fair (Original Story)
Written: June 23, 2020 / Posted: December 9, 2020
Warnings: None / Word Count: 2,515 words
Tia hadn’t been to the state fair in years. Not because her parents didn’t let her, but because she just wasn’t interested in going. It’s always seemed too loud, too noisy, too filled with children and germs. But the week before, her friends were begging her to join them for just one day.
Her mom smiled at her as she dropped her off on the side of the road, just outside of the fair. She could see her friends sitting and chatting next to the greenery hanging from the walls of the fair.
“Have fun, Fatia,” her mom said, kissing her forehead before she hopped out of the car. After waving goodbye to her mother, Tia walked over to where her friends sat, talking about their previous DnD campaign. Olivia looked up at her, smiled and waved.
“Tia!”
The others looked up and ran to hug Tia, as if they hadn’t just seen each other at school the day before.
“Do we all have money for tickets?” Valerie, the eldest of the group, asked, standing from where she was sitting. Lydia, Valerie’s nearly identical twin sister, had cash for the both of them. Tia tapped her purse, and Liv nodded.
Tia had first met Lydia and Valerie in fifth grade, when they and a few other kids were part of their school’s first all-girls Robotics team. Two years later, Olivia came to their school. The four of them bonded over their shared love of musicals, Lord of the Rings, and Harry Potter. Now, they’re a nerdy group of friends who sing Newsies during lunch or recess, and Les Miserables during field trips.
The four of them all walked to the entrance, chattering about their homework assignments and games. They passed through security, Tia opening her purse to the guard anxiously before he waved her past to join her friends.
She grabbed a map from the booth as they walked past, and opened it. She always adored staring at maps, from game treasure maps to museum maps. It seemed that fair maps were no different. She was the one in her household with the best sense of direction. “One of the good things I got from Dad,” she used to say.
“Where do we want to go first?” Tia asked. Lydia peered at the map over her shoulder.
“We should go to the game alley,” Liv suggested.
“We should go to the rides,” Lydia said, much louder, her finger jabbing at a spot on the map. “The Tornado is five tickets per ride, and I have enough for ten tickets for myself.”
They all agreed to ride The Tornado first. Tia led the group through the fair, marching through crowds of children waving balloon swords and college-aged people wielding corn dogs and cotton candy. The smell of fried fair food, combined with the bright colors of food stands and bright lights was almost disorienting, making her feel slightly nauseated.
They each purchased five tickets each from a ticket booth, so that they each had just enough for cookies from Sweet Martha’s Cookie Jar, and headed for The Tornado.
The ride took them soaring through the sky like birds. Tia couldn’t remember the last time she felt so much joy from a fair ride. That morning, she had been running through all of the bad things that could happen at the fair, but she has not yet experienced anything negative here. If anything, she felt like there was nowhere more fun than this place, this ride, with her friends.
After the ride finished, Tia dusted off her skirt and took out the map, still somewhat dizzy from the ride. The four friends decided to walk through the game alley, which was less than a minute away, despite the fact that they knew all of the games were rigged.
“Woah, look at that Enderman doll.” Tia pointed at the game stall that had dozens of Minecraft Endermen hanging from the ceiling. The sign stated that five wins on the game were required for the doll, and Tia frowned. How disappointing. It would take a miracle to win those rigged games. She knew that. Her eyes moved onto the next stall, and her eyes bugged out even wider. “And that stuffed cat!”
Tia hadn’t thought that coming to the fair would renew her love for stuffed animals. When she’d lived at her dad’s house, she’d collected at least two dozen stuffed animals, from hand-sized cats to a head-sized Totoro. After she’d left to live with her mom at age twelve, she’d left almost all of them there, and her collection was reduced to a single stuffed cheetah. Back then, she’d come to terms with the fact that she’d never get to rebuild that collection. But now that she was here, she felt a strong need to hold a stuffed animal.
Valerie giggled at Tia’s oohs and aahs as they passed through the game alley. "You know those things are scams, right?"
"I do know! We talked about them in math class two weeks ago," Tia said, pouting, but she felt just the tiniest bit blushy as Valerie poked at her.
Tia was the youngest--and shortest--of the group, and was considered the baby of the group. In all honesty, she didn't mind being babied. She was usually the one in charge, what with being the captain of the Robotics team, so being babies by her friends gave her a break from being the oldest and in charge.
The group stopped to talk about what they wanted to do with the rest of their time at the fair. They discussed spending some time at the animal farms (Tia insisted on visiting the horses, despite being allergic to them), and later on getting cookies from Sweet Martha’s.
Tia could see a bit farther down the game alley that there was a booth decorated with hundreds of variously-sized stuffed dogs hanging by their tails, far enough that Tia could barely see the balloon dart board. A sign against the wall read in all capital letters, 'POP FIVE BALLOONS TO WIN! ONE WIN FOR A SMALL DOG! THREE FOR A MEDIUM DOG! FIVE FOR A LARGE DOG!' Tia felt as if the sign was yelling at her, taunting her, telling her that she won’t get a dog.
“Look at how big that dog is,” Tia murmured.
“What if two of us pretended they were dating and tried to trick the employee into giving us one?” Lov said, poking Tia’s shoulder.
Lydia laughed. “You could try the ‘Oh babe, I don’t have enough to do the game’ thing, and if that doesn’t work, bribe him with this twenty,” Lydia said, taking out a twenty from her wallet.
“We should try,” Liv said. “Even if it doesn’t work. It’d be fun. Who wants to be the girlfriends?” Liv asked. “Not me.”
“I think I can,” Tia suggested nervously, shifting her weight between her feet. “After all, I’m the one who wanted the dog in the first place.”
“Alright, makes sense. Lydia? Valerie? Who’s the other girlfriend?” Liv asked.
“I vote Val,” Lydia said, raising her hand. “She’s the better theater kid, anyway.”
“Why not? You’re a theater kid, too,” Olivia said with a frown.
“Yeah, but I’m tech. Lights and sound and set, not acting.”
“Alright. I could probably play a better lesbian, what with actually being a lesbian,” Valerie said, looping her arm through Tia’s, making her cheeks heat up just a bit.
“So how do we do this?” Tia asked, trying to imagine the scenario. “Do I ask Val to win me a stuffed dog, and then she tells me she doesn't have enough to win me the dog? And then we ask the employee to give us one, and if needed, we bribe him with the twenty?”
“Exactly.” Valerie said. As she straightened her shirt, she laughed. “We do make a cute couple, though, don’t we?” she asked, looking down at their outfits. Valerie was dressed in dark, torn jeans and a black shirt beneath a red flannel--despite the hot weather--paired with black lace-up boots, while Tia wore a flowy, pastel-pink skirt, a frilly white blouse, and her fluffy hair was held back with a soft pink headband. They looked a bit like every stereotypical goth-girl/soft-pastel-princess instagram or tumblr lesbian couple. You know the ones. One half of the couple looks like they never completely got out of their My Chemical Romance based emo phase, while the other dresses in the colors of cotton candy and looks about as intimidating as a marshmallow. That was Valerie and Tia.
"Alright," Liv said. "We probably shouldn't meet up back here after. We’re too close, and it'll be too suspicious if you go back the way you came."
"Let's meet back at The Tornado, then," Tia suggested. The rest of the group agreed.
“C’mon, honey,” Valerie said, her hand sliding down to clasp Tia’s, taking her by surprise. She usually didn’t mind holding hands with her friends, including Lydia and Liv, but for some reason, this made her feel like butterflies were fluttering around in her stomach.
Valerie led her closer to the booth, and Tia followed behind, recollecting her thoughts. As they neared the stall, Tia grew nervous. She clung to Valerie’s arm tighter, and she didn’t know if it was for the act, or if it was out of fear. Tia was known in the friend group for the worst poker face--which is why she chose to be an IB Visual Arts student instead of an IB Theater student like Lydia and Valerie--but hopefully Valerie, best poker face and theater gay, would make up for everything Tia lacked.
The employee, a thirty-five or forty-five year old man blowing up balloons for the dart board, didn’t look like he would fall for their act. He turned in their direction, and Tia turned to Valerie, putting on her best puppy dog eyes.
“Babe, can you pretty please win me that doggy?” Tia asked, pointing at one of the bigger dogs hanging from the roof of the game stall. She almost laughed at herself, wondering if she was overdoing it. She could see Liv and Lydia snickering out of the corner of her eye, just out of sight from the vendor.
“Sweetness, you know I would, but I suck at these fair games and I only have twenty dollars on me, and we want fair snacks later," Valerie said, squeezing Tia's hand and putting the other on her shoulder, speaking loudly enough for the vendor to hear but not so loud that it was obvious.
"But ba-abe," Tia whined, shaking her head so that her fluffy hair flew up. "It's so cute! Look at his little face. His nose is so cute!" She gestured to the giant stuffed dog again.
Valerie smiled, and Tia could tell she was trying to contain her laughter. What happened to Poker Faced Val? "I'll see what I can do, sweetheart," Val said, and Tia couldn't help but blush. Hopefully that had helped with their performance.
Valerie let go of Tia's hand and stepped closer to the booth. Tia observed, twirling her hips innocently and clutching her purse as Valerie addressed the vendor, who had been watching them fondly.
"Sir, do you suppose I'd be able to have that dog for my girlfriend?" Tia heard Valerie say, and she couldn't help but smile at that last word. The vendor smiled, but shook his head.
"I'm sorry, but you'd have to win this dart game five times," the vendor said. "You could win three times for a medium, and once for a small one."
Valerie sighed, and Tia leaned forward to listen more. "Sir, I don't have enough money or skill to win the dart game five times. I haven't been able to get my girlfriend anything yet at the fair, and I really really want this for her."
Tia tried hard not to laugh. Valerie was doing so very well. She smiled softly to disguise her amusement with adoration for her 'girlfriend' Valerie.
"Tia, baby."
She focused her attention back to the situation. Valerie was beckoning her to come over, and she skipped over quickly. Immediately, she slid her hand into Valerie's, and smiled up innocently at the booth's vendor.
"Hello," she said.
"Hello," the vendor said, a pleasant smile on his face.
"Sir," Valerie continued. "I do have twenty dollars on me. I'll buy the dog from you." She took the twenty dollars out of her pocket.
"Please sir?" Tia asked. The vender sighed and shook his head.
"I'm sorry, ladies, but I can't."
"How about for the medium-sized ones, sir?" Tia asked. The vendor shook his head again. "Small ones? Please?" Tia asked, staring into the eyes of one of the smaller dogs' eyes. It could fit in her hand.
"I'm sorry, ladies," he said.
"How much do you make, sir, as a vendor?" Valerie asked politely.
"I make eleven dollars per hour."
"You could have these twenty dollars, twice your hourly pay, in exchange for one tiny dog they won't even notice," Valerie said.
"I'm okay, thank you." His tone of voice had remained the same the whole time since they'd arrived. He was polite and calm, despite Valerie’s pushing.
"Sir, what is your name?" Valerie asked.
"Jared."
"Jared," Valerie said. "I have a proposal. I could give you this twenty dollar bill, and I could put in a good word for you, in exchange for a small dog."
"I can't do that, ladies," Jared the booth vendor said.
Tia sighed. This guy seemed awfully dedicated to his eleven-dollars-per-hour fair job, which was just over two dollars over minimum wage, and there seemed no point in trying more.
Valerie took a deep breath, and it seemed that, unlike Tia, she wasn't ready to give up just yet. "Sir, you, among many others, are underpaid in this capitalistic society." Jared chuckled. "These dogs are worth maybe--"
"Babe!" Tia said, tugging at Valerie's arm. "It's okay, I don't need the doggy." In addition to feeling as though nothing would break him, Tia was worried that maybe Jared had caught on, and she hated confrontation. She turned to the vendor. "Thank you for your time, sir."
She dragged Valerie away, bowing her head to appear sad and clinging onto her arm until they were definitely out of sight. The fake couple met up with Liv and Lydia by The Tornado, and they all started laughing.
"You two were quite a convincing couple," Liv remarked. "Shame he didn't give you a dog, though."
"Yeah. They were cute."
"You don’t have to hold hands anymore," Lydia pointed out.
Tia looked down and quickly removed her hand from Valerie’s. To be honest, she didn't even remember that she was holding her hand. She couldn't help but smile.
"Let's try again next year, yeah?" Valerie suggested, elbowing Tia gently. "Maybe then you'll have a better poker face. And we might be able to be a lot cuter."
“Alright, nerds, let’s go to Sweet Martha’s. I’m really craving some cookies,” Liv said. “Tia, lead the way!”
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since people liked my racetrack headcanons here are some about spot :)
he’s fifteen
5′8″ because gabriel damons’s spot is superior fight me
bisexual as hell
his favorite color is red
because it’s the color of blood
(acually because it’s the color of his favorite kind of roses)
v v sarcastic
has the most fucked-up sense of humor out there
thinks cowboys suck (totally not because jack loves them)
wants to become a teacher
speaks spanish (jack taught him), italian (cause of race), polish (elmer), german (albert), and english
he sleep talks
it’s hilarious because he says the most random things
“no, don’t but salt on the lion...put it in the fridge instead“
(^ race got that one on video)
will eat his weight in pork you can’t stop him
fuckin loves cards against humanity
won’t admit it, but his favorite movie is teen beach movie
he’ll literally start singing cruisin’ for a bruisin’ at any point in time
refuses to admit he’s wrong
like he could say the color of the sky is black and he’d never say he was wrong
h a t e s broccoli with a burning passion
plays football
he may be short and slow but he’s strong as hell
he has a very short temper
he learned how to play electric guitar when he was nine
took a while for hotshot to convince him to play
loves winter a lot
will drink hot chocolate any time of the year
will punch anyone/anything
and won’t hesitate, bitch
“respect your elders, spot“
“your only two years older than me, jack“
“and two heads taller“
hates short jokes
“i’m average height stop bullying me“
sometimes quotes vines and it scares everyone
claims he doesn’t have social media
his phone is broken actually
at least that’s what he told his mom
it actually got stolen duting a fight rip
literally the only reason most of the newsies are still alive
everyone’s impulse control
still going through his emo phase
only listens to fucking black veil brides and of mice and men
“iT’s nOT A phASe mOm!“
don’t lie to your mother, spot
dear god i hope it’s a phase though
anyway
will bust anyone’s kneecaps
don’t fuck with him
watches anime in secret
specifically shojo anime
writes fanfiction
almost got arrested once
it was a really petty crime
he only stole one candy bar okay
maybe it was two,,, or three,, or ten
yeah that was a big thing i guess
only speaks in swear words
despite his harsh words, he loves his friends and family entirely
overall, he’s an asshole with a heart of gold
#so basically a modern day sokka huh#wait no#i dont mean that#spot conlon#newsies#newsies broadway#newsies live#1992 newsies#92sies#1992sies#1992 spot conlon
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