@pigeonwit This Is How Davey Talks About Gollum For Sure

davey made cookies :) loosely inspired by an @incorrectuksies quote

Newsies twitter conversations that I might build on later-

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so anyways that’s all sorry for the weird ask thing bye

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Headcanon that Albert just gets randomly emotional at night.

Race wakes up at like, 3am to the sounds of sniffling and turns over to see Albert crying his eyes out and Race, while extremely confused because why on earth is he crying at 3am, tries to comfort him and figure out what the fuck is happening.

Race: Al? What's going man, why're ya crying?

Albert, currently sobbing: The worker bees- They only live for th- for thirty days, which means that they- they spend their whole lives working for something they're probably never gonna even gonna see-

Race: Yup, and that's sad, but we're not worker bees buddy, and we have school in exactly four hours, so let's sleep this out, ey?

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“Dave?”

“Sorry,” Davey murmurs, shuffling around again. “My leg’s just cramping up, I’m fine.”

Jack moves closer, opening his arms and shifting his knees further apart.

“C’mere,” he beckons, tugging Davey along by the shirt sleeve until he’s settling into the new space Jack’s created for him⁠—sitting in the vee of Jack’s legs, leaning back against his chest. “How’s that? Better?”

Davey carefully lowers himself down, letting his head rest just under Jack’s chin, and relaxes in with a soft sigh.

“Better,” he agrees. “Thanks Jackie.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Jack says.

Davey stills.

“You cold?” Jack asks. “Here, lemme…”

He adjusts their cocoon of blankets, his arms coming up to wrap around Davey’s torso⁠—warm and strong and secure.

“How’s that?”

“Perfect,” Davey whispers.

The movie continues, lights and color and action and sound, but Davey processes none of it, captivated by the gentle rise and fall of Jack’s chest beneath his cheek, the comforting heat of his body, the echo of his voice in his ear.

Unable to help himself, unable to just let things lie, he says, “Sweetheart.”

“What?” Jack asks, distracted.

“You called me sweetheart,” Davey says.

He feels more than hears Jack’s breath hitch in his throat, his hands curling a hair tighter around Davey’s waist before settling again.

He waits for Jack to take it back.

“I did,” Jack agrees instead, his words careful and measured. “Do you mind it?”

Davey breathes in and breathes out, finding the zipper of Jack’s hoodie and working it between his fingers. Jack sits patiently, rubbing soft circles along the his back as he waits for him to gather his thoughts.

“No,” Davey says quietly, after a while. “No, I don’t mind it.”

“You sure?” Jack checks.

Davey tucks his face further into Jack’s chest. He doesn’t know what to make of the warm feeling bubbling inside him and he’s unwilling to face it⁠—he’ll only ruin it.

“Yeah, ‘m sure,” Davey murmurs. “It’s nice.”

here is your daily reminder that Racetrack Higgins is on no accounts stupid.

It's a pretty common thing to see Race as the dumbass of the group, comedic relief or generally not taken seriously. Don't get me wrong- Race is a hot mess. But he's a smart hot mess.

You think Jack was leading the strategy of Manhattan? I love Jack but you saw him organising and strategising the strike -he was struggling. Yet Manhattan is still one of the more powerful cities, how? Race.

Race who figured out how to manipulate his way into Spot Colon's good graces so he could worm his way into a selling spot at the sheepshead races -guaranteed foot traffic, plus idiots who are either winning money or think they will. They can and will spare a penny for a paper. That is a good spot. One of the better ones in the city.

And you think Race is unaware of that? NO. He did that entirely on purpose. He knows Brooklyn's economy is doing a little better than Manhattans, he knows the factors of a good spot and he knows the angles he can offer.

Race is often known for winning every game thrown at him, you think he can do that without strategy? People who don't characterise him as smart are blatantly mischaracterising him.

Race wants to be known as dumb. He wants to be underestimated. It gives him infinitely better odds. Nobody pays attention to the 'dumb twink with no common sense' they turn their heads towards heavy hitters like Spot. He plays it up, he knows damn well what he's doing but he does it anyways.

Usually it's fun and he gets a kick out of the adrenaline. But the best part is people dismiss him. And Race is always playing the long game.

So anyways this has been your PSA that Racetrack Higgins is in fact smart and incredibly strategic.

so albert has like long-ish hair, right? he puts his hair up in double braids more for practicality's sake than anything. he has two younger sisters, that's how he knows how to braid.

now consider race who sees albert doing his hair up and watches so intently that he learns. sometimes the girlsies in brooklyn let him practice on their hair, just so he can offer to do it for albert. albert doesn't say yes very often.

but, one day he does. his wrists hurt and his arms are tired. he sits down at the bottom of the staircase of the lodging house, race sits a step higher. albert lays his head on race's thigh, just a little bit, and race nearly explodes. he tries not to pull on the braid too hard (spot's main complaint) and albert sighs happily as he feels race's fingers card through his hair. it's music to races ears. he lets himself smile, softly, smittenly, as he 'accidentally' strokes albert's cheek on his way to get a new strand of hair.

race wants this all the time.

"objectively physically attractive but in possession of negative rizz" is one of my favorite character concepts. i think it's so great when there's an absurdly hot person who's just a complete fucking loser. the mood is unsalvageable the moment they open their mouth kind of deal. you get no bitches because you're so sucks.