Picture This: Davey When Jack Betrays The Newsies ...... Davey Had Just Realised He Had Fallen With Jack,

Little reblog game thingy because I love making these (and want to show some love to my mutuals)! <3

in monopoly I am so certain Davey would LOSE his shit .... he would go INSANE .... literally like scratching at the walls because he's so competitive ...

how they aleep btw

I want to write newsies fics, but America doesn’t make sense in my brain. Like if I wrote a modern au fic but in Australia would it work. And like I have newsies head-cannons but they are all smallish rural town things that might not make sense to other people.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JERJOR

the loveliest @crutchie-69 as crutchie!! as part of my newsiesblr cast drawings ... i rlly like how it turned out !!

“Okay, Quintin,” Davey sighs, arms folded at the little tuxy squatting precariously on the ajar door. “I don’t think you’re meant to be up there-“

The kitten’s paw whips forward, batting Davey across the face, and perhaps Jack has been watching too many soaps, because he can’t help his dramatic gasp. Davey only blinks, his glasses now dangling askew from his nose.

“You’ve assaulted me, Quintin.” Davey says flatly. “I will never forget this disrespect.”

Quintin hunkers down in shame, mewing piteously from his perch.

“No, there’s no room for excuses now,” Davey scolds in that same flat tone as he reaches on his tiptoes, his shoulders pulling at the flimsy hem of his work polo. “You are being unreasonable, Quintin. You are making a scene.”

It’s truly, honest to God unfair how well Davey pulls off a shitty work polo.

Quintin squirms on the thin line of the door, still not wanting to come down but growing more and more aware that he is a very wobbly kitten on a very small surface. He mews irritably, if only to prove he can, and Davey tuts his tongue against his teeth. He slides a hand under Quintin’s soft white belly and pulls him down in one slow and fluid motion, cradling the little thing to his chest as Quintin meows furiously.

“Right, then,” he mutters in a faraway monotone, as if his consciousness has left the human world in order to communicate with this very bad-tempered kitten. “To jail with you, young man – no, no, I shan’t hear it-"

Jack can only watch as he drags Quintin’s yowling little self back to the cattery, rambling nonsense while a kitten squirms and whines in his arms. Jack swallows, bracing one arm against the desk.

Davey may be the first man in all of history to make the word “shan’t” sound sexy.

happy birthday to me!!!!! 🎂🎉

'jack has family in santa fe' 'jack was born in santa fe' 'jack has some kind of tragic relation to santa fe' no no NO you dont UNDERSTAND jacks santa fe isn't REAL!!! NONE OF IT IS!!! jack yearns for santa fe BECAUSE he has no connection to it!!! he has no expectations of it at all, he just found a place that was as opposite to new york as he could imagine and pinned all his hopes on it, THAT'S THE TRAGEDY OF IT ALL!!! if jack did go to santa fe, he'd realize all too quickly that this was not the fantasy he built up in his head. he will always feel out of place wherever he goes because the thing he's running from is a piece of himself that he has to reckon with, that's the whole point!! family isn't something he'll just stumble upon by chance, it's something he has to be brave enough to make for himself. his santa fe could've been ANYWHERE. thats why "i'm dead if i can't count on you today" was so gut-wrenching, because he CAN'T count on santa fe. ever. IT'S NOT REAL.

guys i fuckinh love ralbert btw .. didn't know if u guys knew that !