Promising Myself Im Gonna Be Active On Here Fr (i Wont)

It's 3:30 on the 18th and I haven't heard anything ........ im going to explode WHERE NEWSIES EMAIL......

MY NEWSIES AUDITION IS DONE! i went for jack and I really hope I get it but either way ill be absolutely stoked to be in the production ........ cast list comes out on Dec 18th .... pray for my nerves

jack who loves spicy food x davey who can't even kiss jack after he eats anything remotely spicy ... now also consider davey who loves horror movies x jack who has to cling onto daveys arm when they watch the fnaf movie together ...

okay so I weave bracelets just for like a hobby should I make newsies bracelets.........

me when i just draw javey and ralbert over and over 😁👍

“I thought I saw you sneak up here,” Jack murmurs.

“...I just needed some air,” Davey says in a thin, quiet voice, staring determinedly out into the darkness.

“Got room for one more?” Jack asks, stepping closer.

Davey gives a tiny shrug, wrapping his arms around himself. Taking this as permission, Jack clambers up onto the ledge and sits down beside him, not quite close enough to touch, letting his legs dangle over the edge.

The silence stretches on and on, as vast as the expanse of sky overhead. Hesitant, Jack allows it to linger for a long, breathless moment, and he’s honestly not sure if he’s trying to gather his thoughts or his nerve.

But finally he says, “Ain’t seen much’a you tonight. Ain’t seen much’a you in ages, really.”

He pauses there, trying to judge Davey’s reaction to his gentle prodding. But Davey doesn’t move, doesn’t even turn to face him, as still and stone-faced as a statue.

The pit in Jack’s stomach grows even wider.

Aloud he continues, “And I’m not tryin’ ta point fingers, Dave, but I’m startin’ to worry that somethin’s gone wrong between us. Horribly wrong. Maybe—“ He sucks in a breath. “Maybe so wrong that it can’t be fixed.”

He wants Davey to reassure him, to explain away the unease that colors their every interaction, why each conversation seems to end with a thousand words left unspoken. To say that it’s all going to be okay.

But he doesn’t say anything. Not a single, godforsaken word, and somehow, out of everything, that’s what cuts the deepest.

race: we need you to create a diversion. we have to get out of this house.

davey: what happened to albert's diversion?

race: albert doesn't know what a diversion is apparently. he just ran directly into the house.

nUWUsies

newsies rehearsals start tomorrow im so pumped!!!!!!!!! im actually so excited to learn chorey and everything bc I LOVE big numbers more than anything else and I'm SO excited for tech rehearsals so I can dress up in silly hats and vests RRRRRAAAAAAHHHHH

newsies mutuals we should play among us sometime