Loiteringandlurking - Its Good To Have You Back Again ..🗞️

you guys are never gonna guess what this post is

jk it’s more newsies

reblog if the first musical you listened to was not Hamilton

Tipsy Davey is a lovely Davey, easy to blush and fluster – it doesn’t take much more than a smile to send him giggling into his glass, and it drives Jack’s own ego to dangerous heights. He could spend whole nights murmuring compliments in Davey’s ear, tracing his knuckle against Davey’s thigh, listening to him giggle against Jack’s own temple, feebly nudging him away (and letting him come right back) and mumbling "Jackie, stop…" without meaning a word of it.

And then there’s Drunk Davey, when his flush settles high on his cheeks and his bashfulness settles with it. He loses that nervousness he keeps underneath his skin that’s always pulling him back just a little, telling him not to come on too strong. He touches freely, whispers the pads of his fingertips over Jack’s wrists enough to drive him insane, sweeps over the bridge of Jack’s freckled nose and murmurs, “Glory be to God for dappled things…”. The bitter little middle-schooler that still lives in Jack’s mind has always thought that poetry was something just too dorky to be attractive, but that bitter little middle-schooler sure shuts the hell up when Davey whispers pretty things in Jack’s ear on a dark corner of the dance floor. Jack’s not complaining at all.

And then there’s Jack’s favourite – Truly Shitfaced Davey. He’s a rare gift, reserved only for New Years, birthdays and Halloween parties, if his costume is slutty enough. Jack can recount every single Truly Shitfaced Davey encounter he’s ever had, and while they’re nowhere near as suave as Drunk Davey, they are by all means his favourites.

“Face,” Davey mumbles, poking Jack’s cheek and marvelling at the squish of it. Jack has to bite his lip not to laugh.

“Yeah, babe?” He asks sweetly, because he is a wonderful boyfriend, thank you very much.

“Your face… It – you…” Davey’s face pinches as he tries to find his words underneath the drunk haze that’s blanketing his brain. He promptly gives up and groans, waving an arm dismissively as he burrows into Jack’s side. “S’good.”

Jack grins, pressing a kiss to the curls tickling his face. He gives up on trying to stifle his smile – Davey’s too drunk to care, and far too drunk to notice the way he’s staring inquisitvely at Jack’s lips the way he usually stares at a good book.

“Thanks, Davey-mine. Your face is good, too.”

Davey stares at him for a moment, mouth squared and silent for a little too long, until he makes a strangled little squeak and ducks his face into Jack’s neck.

“Shuddup!” He orders as Jack laughs, but he can’t help it. As much as he loves Davey when he’s reciting sonnets from memory, he especially loves him speechless, if only for the novelty of it.

A storm once passed through Manhattan and most definitely humbled how good the older newsies think they were with the youngsters.

Kloppman allowed them to stay for free this day as they certainly weren't going to be going out selling.

Ike started crying once the lightning began. Mike wasn't really sure what was happening, but Ike cried, thus setting him off too. Jack brought out some pencils and scrap paper and drew with them until they calmed down. These drawings are now hung up next to Jack's bed.

Splasher was actually very excited about the storm and stood in front of the window and watched the rain hit against the ground and would clap in excitement when lightning struck. Albert and Finch ended up watching with him just in case anything were to happen but were also clapping along with him and trying to match the kids' energy.

Elmer actually lasted pretty long without breaking down, though once the thunder began, he quickly ran to Race for comfort, who started telling him random stories until he fell asleep in his arms.

It was quite a stressful day for everybody, but they were looking forward to the headline the next day. Those papes would be being sold like they were giving them away.

should I make a pinned/intro post ......

guyssssss...... I think chapter one is nearly ready to be published........ here's a small taster teehee!!!!!

'I'm gonna make you the best omelette you've ever tasted, David. Just give me a few minutes to get some cheese from my apartment. Mull over that equation, or something. I'll be right back.’

man I need moots i can't be on here talking to myslef ... embarrassing ...

NEED to draw rn it's unreal

i feel like every newsies fan headcanons every newsie as autistic or adhd (or both)