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metallicmikus · 2 days

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throw back when i was in newsies the first time, and a few of the kids genuinely thought me and jack were singing “be hold the brave italian”

#newsies #newsies live #community theatre #newsies fandom #davey jacobs #jack kelly

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blurglesmurfklaine · 20 hours

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I saw TUTS Newsies last night and here are some little things I noticed and also thoughts and opinions because I have them!

The *second* the actor stepped on stage, @jlmjlmjlm leans over to me and says “He is SO Davey” and I 1000% agree. Costume, acting, the way he held himself? Perfection. THE Davey of all time

((Davey was the show stealer for me honestly. He was so fucking good. Put his whole Davussy into everything. Probably the best tenor in the show and also a great dancer))

PULITZER HAS A RUSSAIN/EUROPEAN ACCENT??

In the first circulation gate scene where Davey is introduced, Race sits on a stack of newspapers and continuously drums on them, kind of in his own little world, incredible ADHD coded

In the transition after the “That’s disgusting/that’s business” scene, Les spits on his hand and shoves it in Davey’s face. Davey moves out of the was but cracks the fuck up. It’s so siblings and so damn cute

Davey tries to follow Jack when he goes up to the box to speak with Katherine, but Jack stops him

The scene before TWWK shows Davey as MUCH more conflicted than livesies. He’s not standing with the newsies, he’s in the middle of the stage and keeps looking back between the circulation gate and them and finally goes with the newsies to strike and it’s SO GOOD

Honestly this whole scene Davey is SUCH A FUCKING LEADER and it’s amazing! Not only Jack, but the rest of the newsies keep looking for to him for guidance on the strike and it’s very funny but also so good. I think this might be my favorite Davey yet.

In the Seize the Day fight scene, one of the goons picks up Les and Davey and a few other newsies go to help him and then use him as a battering ram

“The woild is… *dramatic pause, looks off into distance* ya erster!” “Ya what?” 😒 “*redoes dramatic pause* Ya erster!”

No tap break for KONY :(

But Katherine and Davey are BESTIESSSSS! She stands on the table and says “Alright Davey!”

Davey also ate during this dance scene and left not a single crumb

“Is that a real place? Is that—”*Davey takes off his hat and holds it to his heart and looks up to the sky like he’s swooning* “Santa Fe?”

The way they hid Katherine from Jack in Pulitzer’s office was SO FUCKING FUNNY. Pulitzer tells her to sit before Jack comes in and she does, but as soon as the door opens she makes the shrek meme face and spins the chair around and slides her back down the chair to hide and it was SO GOOD that actress was so fantastic!

When Davey is speaking at the rally before Jack gets there, one of the newsies shouts “YOU TELL EM DAVEY!” And it’s very cute and funny, these newsies looooove Davey

Oh my god the POST RALLY TRANSITION??? Is fucking amazing. Jack takes the money off to the side and disappears. Spotlight on Davey and the Manhattan newsies all forming a line on the apron. They all start looking for Jack, calling for him and no one can find him so they all look to DAVEY and start crowding him like “what do we do?” And Davey has no idea what to do, gets overwhelmed and runs offstage, all of the newsies following him

Before Once And For All, Katherine and Davey have an off to the side moment and give each other little hi-fives

*thick Russian accent* “It’s a compromise we can all live with”

“What’s Santa Fe got that New York ain’t? Sandstorms?”

When Jack and Katherine kiss at the very end of the show, all the newsies lose their shit and Davey is the ONLY one who doesn’t clap for them akdhsjsj

Overall, I was pleasantly surprised with and looooved how Davey-centric it was! One of my favorite Davey’s ever. He and Kath totally stole the show. Great experience and probably the best birthday present ever in the history 💞💞

#tuts newsies #newsies #katherine plumber #Davey Jacobs

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make-friends-with-the-rats · 1 day

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help why are they a walking bi flag right here?

seriously, spot the difference:

(jk you can't (and not just because I color picked))

#tuts newsies #newsies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #katherine plumber #jatherid?

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abovethefoldd · 1 day

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prettiest siblings ever :3

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jack-kellys · 2 days

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idk. jack kelly in a durag what r u gonna do abt it

#hopefully reblog #newsies #jack kelly #fizz draws #newsies fanart #newsies art #davey jacobs #racetrack higgins #fizz freaks #ummmmm idk i need to be writing only so far and paying my rent rn actually

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itsgrapes-exe · 3 days

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fanart of the fanfic run boy run by @pigeonwit!! it’s literally so good go read it right now

im suprised at how this turned out it was better than i thought it would be

#newsies #davey jacobs #david jacobs #run boy run #newsies musical #newsies fanfic

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jackmkelly · 15 hours

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tuts newsies dont end ily i need u

#newsies #tuts newsies #this is killing me ???#jack kelly #katherine plumber #crutchie morris #davey jacobs #javey #i can say javey #look at how daveys playing w jacks hair #happy pride boys

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thefactsofthematter · 1 day

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hello newsies tumblr! i’m back to post a scene i found in a random wip folder, from a fic that will probably never exist in full lol

please enjoy some sad canon era javid <3

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"...and I know we don't pray the same way, you and I, but your folks said you might not mind it if I sat with you and did this. Only one God, ain't there, so I figures we can ask Him for all the help we can get, every which way. Ain’t no harm in extra prayers."

That's Jack's voice.

David is awake, sort of, but too tired to open his eyes. His body is itchy, but he's too tired to scratch himself. His throat burns, so he doesn't dare try and speak.

He just lays there.

"This was my Ma's." He's placing something in David's hand. A string of beads, it feels like. "I should take the time to sit and pray it more often. She carried it everywhere. Only thing I've got left of her, really."

He wraps the beads around David's palm.

"You start at the bottom, see," Jack continues, as if he knows David's listening, "and you say a prayer for every bead. And you gotta have an intention, right— mine for today is that I'm asking God to get you better, 'cause you're starting to scare everyone, Dave, what with how you just keep getting sicker and the fever won't break. We can't go losing you anytime soon, so you've gotta get yourself better as soon as you can."

He's very sick, David realizes. That's why he can't move.

He's a bit scared.

But it's hard to stay scared for long with Jack Kelly holding your hand, so he starts to feel calm again.

"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti," Jack murmurs.

David hadn’t realized Jack knew Latin. Wonders where he learned it, since he would've left school before the grades they started teaching it. He only went to school until he was eight— he told David that.

"Credo in Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, Creatorem caeli et terrae..."

Jack continues on in words that David's tired brain can't make sense of, but it's rhythmic and soothing. There's a cadence to it like Jack doesn't actually know what he's saying, has just memorized the sounds, probably at church— it's like how David felt about some Hebrew prayers when he was little, just echoing back what he heard others speak.

From bead to bead, Jack mumbles quiet prayers, and David finds himself, somewhere in his fever-addled brain, feeling quite charmed and grateful that Jack would show him this private, vulnerable side of himself. His faith is deeply personal to him, David knows— it's there in the way he never puts on his arrogant show towards the nuns, the way he's quick to take his cap off even on the steps of the church, the way he scrubs the littlest newsies into their very best shape on Saturday nights and drags them to mass on Sunday mornings. David loves to watch him in those short moments before he eats his dinner each day, lips moving silently as he gives thanks.

It's a softer side of Jack Kelly that often stays well-hidden, but makes itself very endearing when it peeks through.

"I think I might be praying for a miracle," Jack sighs, after a long time of quiet whispering, counting along the beads. His voice is a bit shaky now. "But they happens, you know. They said so in the good book. I know it's the very same God lookin' after you and I, and I know He loves you and won't take you away from us here on Earth, not just yet. Ain't your time."

And he takes the beads from David's palm, replacing them with his own hand. He intertwines their fingers and squeezes.

David tries to squeeze back. It's weak, pitiful, but enough for Jack to gasp.

"I knew it," he whispers. "Oh, I knew it, I knew it, Dave. You're there, ain't you? You're listening."

And David wishes he could give him anything more, but he can feel sleep creeping up on him again, so he lets it come. Not much else he can do, but it's nice to hear some hope in Jack's voice.

#EVERYONE WAKE UP KATH IS POSTING NEWSIES AGAIN #something something jack kelly and catholicism etc etc #idk i just like this scene but ill probably never finish the fic so here it is on its own #jack kelly #davey jacobs #newsies #javid #my writing

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fansiesmemes · 3 days

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Jack: Did I die?

Jack: *Spotting Davey* Is this heaven?

Race: *Knocking on the door* Open the door for God sake

Jack: Oh no… I’m in hell

#newsies #newsies incorrect quotes #newsies memes #west endsies #uksies #newsies uk #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #david jacobs #davey jacobs #source: unknown

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military-newsboys · 2 days

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Jack: Does anyone have headphones?

Race: Right here. [pulls out headphones]

Jack: Great.

Jack: [places headphones over Les’s ears]

Jack: FUCK!

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pigeonwit · 12 hours

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heya pidge!! how goes it???

for the aus^^ (also i think the last time you did the au thing was what started us talking wbwbwb!!)

NO WAAAAAY… omg i think you’re right that’s so crazy!!! how long have we been friends now holy shit… it’s gotta be around a year right??? friendiversary??? perchance???

(also dang how did you know i’d recently written a paper on the evolution of social and cultural attitudes through television with a heavy emphasis on the 1960s-)

okay okay so here’s the concept: davey and jack are childhood best friends who have always planned to go on a road trip during the summer after the leave the high school. davey’s always planned on going to university while jack saves his way to santa fe – they’ve always shared these two dreams together and given each other hope that one day they might achieve them. unfortunately, in their final year of high school, they’ve both drifted into different circles; the 1960s saw an unprecedented rise in youth activism, specifically in civil rights and anti-war sentiment, as well as a rise of subculture, counterculture and drag culture. so davey gets more and more invested in activism and queer subculture, volunteering in activist groups, making a name for himself, but as he does so, jack feels more and more trapped where he is. everything’s changing, but not for him; the rug’s being pulled out from under him while he remains perfectly still, and all he can do is fall. so he lashes out more, bites at the hand that feeds him, focuses all his energy on getting out of new york for good. nothing else matters.

both of them are rebelling more and more in their senior year, but in opposite directions, and it’s led them quite far away from each other – not to the point where they’re no longer friends, but… they’re definitely no longer best friends. but still, they’ve been planning this for so long, it’d be such a dick move to cancel it (even though they’re both kind of wishing the other would) and if jack did cancel, then medda would definitely ask questions that he has no idea how to answer properly, and what if davey asked him about it, what’s he supposed to say? so he decides to just go along with it, one last hurrah to see them both off into these new phases in both of their lives. it’s only a week, it’s no big deal. at least they’re splitting gas money, right?

i’m envisioning a nice slow-burn of two friends-turned-strangers coming to terms with what they want. davey has always been expected to be the good kid, the one who makes it out, who goes to college the way his parents couldn’t, who sets an example for les, who gets it right. but god, having to get every aspect of his life right on the first try is so fucking exhausting, and davey needs to just let loose. and as jack discovers, davey has. he’s been doing a lot more than just volunteering, he’s living messy. he gets high, he gets violent, he fights tooth and nail for what’s right, and he’s so, so happy, and so, so ashamed of it. he’s building something for himself on a foundation made of sand, and davey knows it’s going to all shift and crumble eventually, it has to, but he can’t just stop. he can’t. and that makes jack so angry. because he’s been clinging to the ground as the earth shifts around him, as everything changes, trying to find his stability, a place where he can get it right, and davey’s just thrown that away for what? for a bunch of queers? but i think as the story progresses, jack realizes that the reason he’s so angry is because davey was that stability for him. he was the place where jack was able to think things through, be vulnerable, make sense of all the madness around him. and now davey’s changing, and jack doesn’t know who to be anymore. but i think in getting to know this new davey, he’d get to know himself, too.

and now a snippet:

With a swerve of the wheel and a screech of the tires, the truck lurches into a lay-by, sending Davey catapulting in his seat from the force of the breaks.

“Jack, what the hell-?!”

“Alright, spill!”Jack snaps, swivelling in his seat to stare him down head-on. “You’ve been a total pill since we left Pennsylvania, what the hell?”

Davey scoffs, slapping his book shut against his thighs. He’s still fiddling with that little scrap of canvas, twisting the white fabric over his fingers.

“What, we’re making conversation now?” He mutters, the words bitter and burnt at the edges, enough to make Jack wince.

“We made plenty o’ conversations.” He sniffs. “You’re the one who made it weird.”

“How did I-?!”

“Who was that guy?”

Davey falls silent, his head finally jerking up to meet Jack’s gaze. It sparks some twisted sense of satisfaction in Jack’s gut, that Davey had finally dubbed him as more worthy of his attention than some torn fabric.

“In Philly.” Jack says, his tongue barbed with razor-wire. “That punk, who was he?”

Davey swallows, his eyes trembling as he forces them to relax, to focus on the spot above Jack’s shoulder – he told Jack about it when they were kids, his secret trick to make people think he was still making eye contact with them when it all got too much for him.

“No one.” He croaks.

“Some no one, he kissed you-!”

“On the cheek!” Davey protests, and as if it were summoned, that same spot on his cheekbone flushes pink, so delicate Jack wants to punch it. “I met him at a march, I – I got a bus into Philly, I told my mom I was with a study group-”

“You snuck out?” Jack splutters, his whole world suddenly tilting on its axis, because Davey doesn’t sneak out of the house to go to Philadelphia, and he certainly doesn’t lie to his mother, those are some of the fundamental laws of Jack’s universe- “You? You. You snuck out?”

Davey flushes indignantly.

“So what if I did?” He says primly. “I can sneak out if I want to.”

“And you went to a march? In Philly? With college students?”

College students with dyed hair and paint-stained jackets, college students with toothy smiles and bruised knuckles, college students who press their hands against Davey’s waist and kiss his cheek when no one’s looking-

“Oh, for God’s sake, Jack-!” Davey groans towards the truck’s ceiling. “I am eighteen years old, just like you, understand? I’m a big boy. I can catch a bus by myself and talk to big scary college students, and I certainly don’t need your permission to do so!”

The more he talks, the more he presses the patch into his fingertips, worrying the canvas against his thumbprint, as if he wished to blend it into his skin. With every twist, every slip of the fabric, every whisper-soft rasp of his skin against the fibres, Jack feels the ripcord of restraint in his body pulling tighter, tighter – until he lunges, ripping the patch from Davey’s hands.

“Jack-!” Davey lurches over the console, panic blurring his features. Bitterly, Jack’s glad of it. It’s the most reaction he’s gotten out of Davey for this whole damn trip. “Jack, give that back-”

“Or what?” Jack grins wolfishly. “Ya gonna go all teenage-rage on me, badass?”

“I said, give it back-!”

“‘Make love, not war’?” Jack reads the smeared acrylic words and scoffs. “God, he’s a hippie. S’that why you two were so cosy, huh?” He sneers – his whole being’s shaking, eager for a fight, for some good bloodletting to cure the rushing in his brain. “Been makin’ some love, not war together?”

Davey blinks. For a moment, he looks afraid. And then his face curdles, his brow twisting into something ugly and furious, and all he looks is disgusted.

“And what if I did?”

The words cut evenly, knife-sharp. Jack can’t hide the way it stabs him. He opens his mouth, splutters against the sudden realization Davey’s carved into his gut.

“I…” He mumbles, breathless, his whole body feeling weightless, falling, the rug pulled once more. "I don't-"

“What?” Davey says venomously. His whole body has turned to steel, sharpened to a fine point. “You gonna go all cowboy on me? Huh, badass?”

#there's something here that i like. javey and the new century.#also hey davey! why are you up at 1.30 am bud.#oh uhhh 2.45am now haha. shwoopsie.#newsies #walkman-cat #ask #javid #javey #pigeon scribbles #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly

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uncertaininnit · 3 days

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