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Just a person trying to get through life with the help of Ryan Ross and other things: My personal puss on a wooden nickel: Mack, He/She
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So I was going through WIPs and found that I had written almost 3k for a highschool AU. I'll just share most of this here I suppose because it is so funny and cute
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Thinking about his boyfriend, Mush grinned widely into his locker, getting all the books he would need in the day out. Just a few more minutes and he’d get to see him. The last time had been on Friday before Blink got to his orchestra rehearsal and he himself had to get to soccer practise. They hadn’t had time to meet during the weekend with all of their homework and families, but they had been together for long enough that it didn’t matter.
Of course he loved being with Louis, but it wasn’t a need to see him everyday to make sure they still loved each other anymore. He knew that was the case.
Still, Mush hadn’t expected to see Blink grinning like a madman with a red-faced Race trying to get in his way as much as he could, elbowing him, pulling him by the arm, but not accomplishing much to deter him. “Nick, Nicky you won’t believe- Ouch! Why’d you got so sharp elbows, man? Mush, come here, I’ll have to tell you before I get stabbed to death, quick!”
Not one to refuse his sweetheart anything – and also intrigued what could possibly get Race to resort to almost killing Louis – he got closer, Race only doubling his efforts to shut Blink up without much success. “Don’t you dare, Louis Ryan Balletti, I’ll leak those photos of you I swear to god-“
“Do it, I dare you, I don’t care, this is better. Nick, Nick, guess what happened on Friday-“
If this was something from last Friday, it must have happened in their orchestra rehearsals. If Mush wasn’t wrong there was something special happening in these ones, he just didn’t quite remember what. “Racetrack, come on, let my boyfriend live, he’ll tell me sooner or later.”
“Not if he’s dead he won’t.”
“Race. No murder in public places, even your family can’t get you out of that.”
Race rolled his eyes at the implications. Race’s Italian family being part of the mafia had been a running joke for years, since they first found out about his heritage. But at least he stopped, leaving Blink to grasp his shoulders and grin like he’d just won the lottery. “Race, our dear little Tony, has a crush on one of the theatre kids.”
“It’s not a crush-“
“And how it happened is the best thing I’ve ever seen, I swear, Nick-“
“It’s not that important, Blink, you’re makin’ it out to be way bigger than it was.”
While the two kept bickering, Mush remembered what had been so special about Friday’s rehearsals. This year, the theatre club did a musical and instead of using pre-recorded music they wanted to include the school orchestra for the tracks. It was very ambitious, in his opinion, but if someone could do it, it would be Ms. Medda. She was an angel of a woman and responsible for both clubs, even though she shared the orchestra with someone else, who was also the conductor.
“Stop for a sec.”, started Mush, “It was the first meeting with the theatre kids, right? Because of the musical?”
Race, looking resigned, and Blink, looking manic, turned to him again. “Yeah! And for the first fifteen minutes Medda and Hannah were discussing some stuff so we were left alone and could just talk, you know? And apparently one of the Delanceys is in theatre.”
"Anyways, if this is happening, I may as well explain it. So Oscar was being really annoying, arguing with one of our girls, Stray, she’s playing the flute, and I don’t even know if he was trying to flirt or just plain arguing but it was getting loud and she was yelling at him to leave him alone.”
“And then comes Race’s knight in shining armour-“
“Then comes a guy from theatre I don’t know and pulls Oscar away and as he’s not backing down, so he punches him square in the face.”
“Race was practically swooning.”
“No I wasn’t, shut up.”, denied Race, already getting red in the face again.
~~~~~~ I skipped a bit of scene setting from that Friday pov ~~~~~~
With how Race had to look back to talk to Blink he didn’t notice Oscar Delancey, Mr. Wiesel’s nephew, come up to their front row and talk to one of their flute players, Stray. Even if he’d seen it, he probably wouldn’t have thought much of it, he and the rest of their friend group didn’t like the Delanceys much, with Jack fighting them regularly, but he wouldn’t have let that influence his orchestra experience. He’d at most have wondered why Oscar was in the theatre club. If he wanted to talk to someone that wasn’t their business.
Well, just talking wouldn’t have been their business anyhow.
Everything happened pretty fast after that. Race heard it get loud, registered Oscar and Stray arguing about God knows what and he’d had half a mind to get to the front and intercept the argument, as it didn’t have a place in today’s rehearsals, as another theatre kid got up to them, pulling Oscar back and sternly talking to him, much quieter. He had thought that was that and already wanted to turn back to Blink to ask him whatever had just been going on, as the expression on the unknown blond boy turned furious and he punched Oscar square in the face.
Race would later never admit it, not under torture or anything, but the moment he reeled back for his punch, as he was halfway turned in Race’s direction, it almost seemed like time slowed down.
He hadn’t seen much of the blond boy before, but the only thing that came to mind as he fully saw his profile was the word pretty. He had a kind of petite features, making him seem like one of the fairies in stories that would lure you into eternal damnation or something with a wrong word, with bright eyes whose colours Antonio couldn’t quite see from this far away that burned with an anger that made it more seem like he was some spirit of vengeance that had descended on earth for revenge and-
As the punch collected Race slightly shook his head. What had just gotten into him? He already knew he was very much attracted to men but that had never happened before. Even as Oscar tried to hit back, and as Medda got in between the boys, he could only think that whoever that was looked really pretty. And could probably kill him if he ever found out what kind of weird ass thoughts he’d just had about him.
Being absorbed in different renditions of ‘damn, he’s pretty’, Race didn’t notice that Blink had seen each and every reaction his friend had shown upon witnessing the scene and was already planning out his interrogation. For whenever Race returned to the real world.
Mush laughed at the explanation, obviously siding with Blink. The traitor. “Love at first punching a Delancey, that’s a first.”
Absolutely done with the assholes he called friends, Race intended to turn around and sulk or search for any of his other friends who hadn’t been present at Friday, but as he saw something – or someone down the hall he quickly turned around to blend in with the other chattering students in the hall.
Naturally, his asshole friends noticed. “What’d you see? Snyder? Or-“ Race could see the exact moment Blink recognized Race’s predicament as his face split into another gleeful grin. “Oh, who have we here?”
Mush, who hasn’t been subtle a day in his life got onto his tiptoes and leaned on Louis’ shoulder to balance himself while he looked around. “Is it that blond over there? Wait, I know him.”
“You do?”, slipped out of Race before he could stop himself. Goddammit, he was already a pathetic mess, and he didn’t even know anything about the guy.
While Blink’s smile turned into a grin Mush either hid his maliciousness better or wanted to be genuinely helpful. “We played against each other in soccer in Middle School, he played for a Brooklyn school. Everyone called him Spot, I think his last name was Conlon.”
Spot Conlon. That would make it a lot easier to find his accounts on any socials, just to see what he- no, no, don’t be a stalker, you don’t even know him, the crush will pass, don’t be weird.
Naturally, the universe hated him – or loved him, depending on when you ask him about this occurrence– so when Race got lightly tapped on the shoulder he had expected Jack, or Crutchie, or David asking him to compare their physics homework, not the object of his affections who shouldn’t even know he existed.
Standing opposite of Spot-the-blond-theatre-club-member he noticed that he was only minimally shorter than the other, which didn’t happen often, usually he had at least half a head less in height than everyone else, which didn’t help the fluttery feeling in his stomach. Spot’s eyes were also grey or a very light blue, which made it seem like he was unravelling every thought Race had just had about him. It didn’t make him any less pretty.
“Um, hi?”, he stuttered, not quite sure what could have prompted the other to talk to him. What if he’s a psychic and just heard all the things he thought about him-
“Hi, you’re Tony Higgins, right? Play the first trumpet in band?” And Mush must have been right with him being from Brooklyn because you could definitely hear that. Racetrack tried to concentrate fully on not turning red because he was forced to talk to a crush he hadn’t even really processed yet and god he was such a bi disaster, this wasn’t even funny.
“Yeah, that’s me.”, he said lamely. He heard quiet snickers from behind him, undoubtedly from Mush and Blink. He’d kind of forgotten they were still behind him.
“I’m Sean Conlon, I play Dracula in the production, I wanted to ask you somethin’ about a song I’m pretty sure you got a solo in, but,” he looked down at his phone for a second, “It’s gettin’ pretty close to first lesson, you got time after school to meet up?” Whichever higher power was at fault for this happening got both a thank you and a curse, because this wasn’t in his plans, he wants to meet me, shit what do I do?
“Yeah, sure. I don’t have anything going on.” It would mean he wouldn’t be able to drive Blink and Mush home, but he was sure Jack or David had some free seats, this was more important, and they only deserved it for how they laughed about him. Who’s laughing now? Well, not Race, but not them either.
Race wasn’t prepared for the small grin Sean – Spot, whatever – sent his was shortly before turning around. “Cool, see you then.”
Managing for another ten seconds to look like he was totally normal, he promptly fell into himself as he turned back around to Nick and Louis who were cooing in his direction. “What the fuck was that. You saw that too, right? I didn’t just hallucinate talking to him?”
Mush, with a far too sappy expression cooed: “You’ve already fallen so hard, it’s adorable.”
“And yeah, he was here, must be your lucky day, Racey. Should I already plan the wedding?”
Grumbling, he rolled his eyes. “That’d imply he’s interested.”
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Yeah this is all but I do think it is funny and cute. It was supposed to be fake dating :3
#where was this#how come this was hidden from me#omg#i love this you dont understand#eating#left no crumbs
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I really need to know who tought it would be a great idea to put a dance part in Santa Fe (1992).
Im not mad or anything but like Jack is singing about his dreams and his need to start a new life...and then he does the most akward dance know to man right before stealing a horse.
I really need to know who saw this and said "chingon (great) lets put it in the movie"
Its so funny to me
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Blood Drips Heavily On Newsies Square (1991) dir. Michael A. Goorjian
From the director of the Rodney King beatings comes the excruciating tale of a man, pushed to the edge of destiny. Torn between right and wrong, morals and ethics, fiction and reality, creation and destruction, up or down, right or left, stop or go, yes or no, spit or swallow. A man, strangled with humiliation, self pity and insanity, confronted fear itself, and laughed in its face. This man, driven forth to the Universal Studios set, with a need so tremensly filled with passion and desire, he would stop at no length to accomplish his task!
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bring him inside, David
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#this is very cannon omg#look at him#thought he was a serial killer at first#but shhhh#just let him in side and give him cuddles it will be okay
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Nobody:
David: 😤😤😤
#look at him#hes a bit angy#he just had a fight with his boyfriend#im sure all they need to do is kiss
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my special guy Lorenzo deserves more art
so i am crying begging pleading (/nf)
either just them or snitey thoughts
would love to hear all your thoughts about them
Ahem
Well I know you said Lorenzo or Snitey thoughts. You get Snitey art instead and they are adorable okay
Pirate thems on a little picnic date <33 (and shoutout to free flower and grass brushes on Clip Studio)
For me Lorenzo (for everyone who doesn't know that is Itey, but Itey is a rude period term to refer to an Italian) is a very caring person. Concentrates first on others, then on themselves. Snitch forces Lorenzo to do more of that and especially in pirates they often stay in their cabin on their couch and just hold each other.
Snitch also, as you can see, has a more fancy style because here he is from a richer family while Lorenzo is simpler, at least in this AU. (I also spent so much time on that vest okay but it is wonderful now)
In modern they loooove sundresses, especially with flower or plant patterns I think. And Snitch is all to happy to tell Lorenzo how great they look :)
Closeups:
#OH THEM#will never be over them#they are so amazing#and the art is so cute#and just <3333#love them dearly
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Alright I'm going feral but let me explain when cannon era Javid hits, you gotta write about it
David dressing Jacks wounds and him pulling back and sucking in a breath, "Jackie you need to hold still."
"It hurts when you do that Dave."
"Well, I gotta clean it, Jack."
Jack rolls his eyes but lets David clean the wound. Jack lets his mind race with feelings as he feels bad for making David worry about him. "I'm sorry." He says quietly
David looks up at him, "Don't be sorry."
"But I can't keep you worrying over me." He bites his lip
"Jack I will never stop worrying about you!" David holds his hand in his "
No you can't David, I'm not perfect and I can't give you anything back and-"
"Jack stop it! Don't say that about yourself, I don't care that you can't give anything back and I don't care if you're not perfect neither am I or even my parents, I love you, Jack, you gotta know that."
Jack's eyes glisten, "Are you sure?"
David locks eyes with his,"More than sure Jackie, I love you not matter what."
"I love you too," Jack whispers and feels a tear go down his cheek.
David kissed him gently and continued with dressing his wounds. After finishing and putting supplies away David leads Jack to bed and wraps him into a hug while saying "I love you". Jack looks up at him one more time and, "I love you too. Thank you."
"Of course Jackie, anytime."
#look i can explain#also sorry if my writing is weird just words are hard okay#but yeah#javid has me going rn and idk why#its so good tho#i just had some thoughts wrote it down and my friend said i should share#so sure#why not#but them#they can be so good#92sies#1992 newsies#1992sies#newsies 1992#jack kelly#david jacobs#javid#javid newsies
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reblog if you agree
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bonus:
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Okay but this really does look like Jack’s being scolded
I mean like
And Race is just like
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favourite thing about 92sies that the musical leaves out?
aaah, there's a lot of stuff, i literally can't choose a favorite. i'm just gonna list a few things if that's okay?
-david's family, which we don't get to see at all in the musical (or well, except les). not just sarah who is an incredibly unappreaciated character that deserved a solo (the truth about the moon shouldn't have been cut), but also his parents, esther and mayer who kind of adopts jack as soon as he speaks.
-i want to say santa fe but also i really don't want to do that because like no i have really conflicted feelings about the gay cowboy dance.
-the gayness. literally everyone are so gay and it's so visible *cough* the alley scene *cough*. also, spot and race actually interact in the movie.
-boots. bumlets. skittery.
-spot conlon! he has like, literally three lines in the musical and he deserves more. also he would totally say fuck if it wasn't a disney movie and we all know it.
-high times, hard times is a really good song and i miss it.
-racetrack asking the kids if they can read while handing out their newspaper. it's kind of interesting and a really good detail. time period and all, not a lot of kids could read. it also sort of breaks my heart.
-"remember what i told you, mr. snyder! the first thing you do in jail: make friends with the rats. share what you got in common." everyone saying that crutchie is just an innocent, sweet sunshine child you're right but also you're not.
-spot riding with the major in the end because he is a fucking legend.
okay, you probably got so much more than you bargained for and i am sorry. thanks for the ask, anon, and feel free to ask more! my inbox is always open and i had really fun answering this one :)
#please i could make a list myself#there is so many favorite stuff in here#i just want people to love 92sies and to see how much of a master piece it is#sure its a little rough#but aren't we all
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Just found this gif by accident and Kid's lean to the side is so funny.
Image description: gif of Kid Blink squaring up with a larger guy (a scab?) moving to the side in tandem, a tough look on Kid Blink's face.
#tell me why i can hear this omg#but him#look at my little guy#please#himhimhim#and then skittery blocking the scab#omg both my boys#just stop
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The Newsies proshot is no longer available on disney+ so I’m trying to cope by repeatedly watching the 1992 movie
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Three little words pt. 4
Final part of the 5+1-esque (actually 3+1) story of Bumswiftery showing each pairs first I love you's and then finall the first time all three said I love you to each other at the same time. Enjoy!
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Bumlets dragged Skittery behind him as they were walking into the Bowery to go to Medda’s theatre. They didn’t have a lot of nights out, of course, and going to Medda’s was a special treat, even if they went more now, after the strike, but Skittery still dragged his feet. They had to convince him to even dress up, but Bumlets thought he was just being this annoyed by everything on purpose. He was like that sometimes.
If he truly didn’t want to go they wouldn’t have made it out of the lodge.
Tumbler also had wanted to come with them, but they had to talk him down because this was supposed to be a date, and as much as he loved the kid, he couldn’t really come with them for it.
Swifty was watching with amusement as Skittery groaned about not wanting to see dancers for the dozenth time this day and fixed his collar for him, holding his chin and rubbing behind his ear just a moment.
He was a bit quieter after that.
They got in without problem and sat in the last row, Bumlets in the middle of his boyfriends, waiting until the lights were dimmed until he put his arms around their waists. Swifty instantly put his head on his shoulder, looking to the stage. He’d been excited to see the costumes the entire week since they had planned this.
Skittery was a bit more reluctant, but eventually he did the same, grumbling a bit but also intertwining his one hand with Bumlets’ around his waist.
After the lights had darkened even more and the first dancers were on the stage Swifty was completely entranced in watching them, his eyes almost sparkling. He’d always been interested in nice clothes, but after he’d picked up some more sewing skills from Sarah it had only increased. Skittery, on the other hand, seemed set on not paying attention to the show, putting his hand on Bumlets’ thigh, sneaking it higher up slowly.
“Skitts. No. We’re in public.”
“Barely. No one cares in the theatre.”
Having to let go of Swifty for a moment he manually put Skittery’s hand away, ignoring his pouts to watch Medda come onto the stage.
It also seemed to distract Skittery enough to actually enjoy the show, no matter how hard he’d protested the entire day.
It felt nice.
Near the end of the show Bumlets looked to his boys, Swifty still smiling widely and probably imagining owning some of the clothes still, and Skittery who had begrudgingly found he had fun and even mouthed some of the songs with the singers.
Kissing the side of their heads, he whispered: “I love you two so much.”
Swifty nuzzled into his neck, kissing his collarbone. “Love you too.”
“I love you guys too. Thanks for… dragging me here.” Bumlets hadn’t expected Skittery to say it back, he wasn’t good with it yet, which was okay, the most important thing was that he was comfortable, but that made it ever sweeter that he’d said it now.
Squeezing Skittery’s hand still intertwined with his and tugging Swifty a bit closer he thought that he really couldn’t be anywhere else where he’d be happier.
#THEMTHEMTHTMTHEM#god them#i just#they are so special to me okay#eating this up so damn much#skittery getting dressed up and not liking it in cannon times is sending me#its such a thought that needs to be talked more about#also i just again love this and im sobbing
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YES OMG 👏👏👏👏
poor guys head is spinning
a continuation of this post by @mmabelpines
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Bonus:
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Newsies (1992)
Director: Kenny Ortega
Cinematographer: Andrew Laszlo
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here's your kniffffe
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