Teehee Rehearsal One Done!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO PUMEPD!!!!!!!! RRRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHH

'jack, you, uh.... you got something.' jack's eyebrows draw together as davey points to jack's face with his fork.

'something o' what?' jack wipes his hand across his cheek. 'soot? dirt?' davey only giggles behind his hand, which is criminal.

'nah, lemme get it.' davey smiles his horrid smile and reaches across their table. his hand cups jack's cheek as davey swipes his thumb across the corner of jack's mouth, and jack has half a mind to lean over the table and kiss davey then and there as he watches davey's eyebrows knit. he feels davey's thumb on his face, harder this time, dragging out the corner of his lip, and jack swats his hand away.

'davey, what on earth?' jack tries not to smile a cheek-hurtingly amount as davey checks his thumb, his eyes drawing back to that corner of jack's mouth.

davey doesn't say anything (god save the man) and instead leans over their table and their food (his tie almost dragging through their meals) until his face is inches from jacks. jack feels his entire face turn red as Davey thouroughly searches his face, one thumb leaning up to the corner of his mouth again. davey scratches the corner of jack's mouth with his fingernail, and jack yelps. 'ow! dave, what the hell?' he brings his hand up to where davey scratched, the stinging sensation already subsiding.

'you have food on your face!' davey finally says, plopping back down onto his chair. 'there's a little crumb st the corner of your mouth! i don't have my glasses, so I was so proud of myself for noticing it, but it didn't come off! it's stuck to your face, jack! the crumb is fusing with you!'

jack searches davey's incredulous expression for any notes of sarcasm or jokes as he grins.

'davey,' he says carefully, surpressing laughter. 'is it a freckle?'

@carmineskiesandspidereyes YOU DID NOT JUST PUT ME AND PIGEONWIT IN THE SAME SENTENCE ......... that's like comparing me to actual god ......

How I feel posting

race: truth is, i only know one truly platonic relationship.

race: you and me.

albert: don’t make me laugh, race. you want to hit this so hard.

David "how can you love me so much" Jacobs x Jack "how could I not" Kelly and vise versa

in light of @newsiesfixation 's newsiesblr casting should I draw myself as Davey and/or anybody else as their respective characters....... lmk ..... dm or ask me if u want me to draw u .....

can i also make the suggestion of the use of #newsiesblr cast for all related matters ... bc ill b using it ... lmk if anybody has any issuesssssss ...

Consider: Autistic Albert DaSilva

Thank you to @kevinandwhizzer for letting me use their notes! Please check out their blog it has amazing art and lots of Albert love

These are just the little things Albert does that lead me to head canon him as being on the spectrum

Albert doesn’t really understand social cues

Taking Race’s cigar out of his mouth

He looks kind of confused when the other Newsies react negatively to “If you can find her”

“I’m just reporting the news.”

He seems to struggle with emotions

His facial expressions are a little slower than the other Newsies, like he’s either observing and acting to fit in or he’s processing the emotion a little later than everyone else

Touch

Lots of unnecessary touching throughout the show (Mainly hits on the shoulder/chest or shaking someone’s shoulder)

He’s also pretty tactile with Romeo in the beginning of The World Will Know

and he holds hands with Crutchie after Morris shoves him

How uncomfortable he looks when Race suddenly grabs him in King of New York 

He seems confused and tired a lot (No I’m not saying all Autistic people are always confused/tired)

There’s always a lot going on, especially during the strike where everything is changing. Which could be really confusing and distressing

Plus the Newsies are really loud, which probably gets overstimulating (idk about you but I get so tired after being overstimulated)

Still doesn’t understand what Race means by “The worlds yer erster” even when it’s cleared up that he meant to say “oyster”

Hyperactive or “fidgety”

Really fidgety and looks kind of uncomfortable while waiting in line. He’s looking around a lot, trying to occupy his hands by adjusting his clothes, and just shifting his weight and moving his body

Constantly adjusting his stance in the scene before The World Will Know (Putting his leg up and down, adjusting his bag, holding on to/letting go of the newscart railing)

All of the different positions he sits in when we first see Jacobi’s, he plays with his hands for a bit

The mouth thing he does before King of New York, along with playing with the stick and his clothes 

Thanks the waiter at Jacobi’s for giving him water even though he picked fun at him 

Lots of Autistic folk have trouble understanding when they’re being made fun of. Albert just knows he’s supposed to say thank you when he’s given something

kevinandwhizzer mentions in their post how they feel like Albert is the type to notice mundane things and that deserves an honorable mention

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JERJOR

@coircus-aceman @pigeonc0up teehee!!!

Three??? Days???

There are only three days left to sign up for the Newsies Gift Exchange?!?!?!? 😱😱😱

Whatever shall we do???

…Tag, anyone?

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You pick two people- mutuals, friends, total strangers- and you tag (@) them.

If you are “tagged”, you keep the chain going! Tag two more people!

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hi !

this is so random but can you write abt ralbert?? like literally anything ralbert, i need more fuel for headcannons :3

RALBERT!!!!!! I LOVE RALBERT!!!!!!!

teehee I wrote this in a moment of yearning, sorry it's so short :(

'Albert, seriously.' Race sounds exasperated, holding Albert's left hand gingerly with his own, holding a torn up shirt in the other.

'I'm sorry, okay?' Albert mumbles over his shoulder, away from Race. 'You don't have to wrap my hands.' He sucks in a breath as coarse fabric tightens against his bloodied knuckles.

'You don't have to get in fights protecting people who don't need protecting.' Race glances up at Albert under his cap, eyes hard and cold.

Albert stares back, trying to give his coldest look. But he winces when Race turns his hand over, so his knuckles are resting on Race's warm palm. The sensation hurts, but it's welcome. Race ties the fabric around Albert's wrist, and gently puts his hand down, picking up the other one, dripping blood on Albert's shorts.

'But he called you bad things.' Albert says quietly, scrunching his left hand up. 'He called Jack bad things. He called the newsies bad things.'

'That doesn't mean you should beat him up.' Race says sharply, pulling the fabric a little too taut around Albert's knuckles. 'We can protect ourselves.'

Albert looks away. 'But I care. About you and Jack and the newsies. How else am I meant to show that I care?'

Race ties the fabric around Albert's hand, finishing the wrap. He puts his other hand on top of Albert's, like a sandwich. 'You feel this, Albert? You feel my hands, and how warm they are? That means I care. Soft touches mean you care, not hurting ones.'

Albert bites his lip. Soft touches. When was the last time Albert felt a soft touch?

Race puts his hand up to Albert's cheek, rubs his thumb over the bump of an old scar. 'Soft touches mean I love you, Albert. Soft touches mean I love you no matter what you do or what happens.' He chuckles a little. 'That doesn't mean I condone you beating up Oscar Delancey for almost no reason.'

Albert smiles softly, before wrapping Race in a tight hug.

It feels nice.

Albert hasn't hugged or been hugged in probably years. He feels his insides melt with comfort as Race reciprocated the hug, rubbing Albert's back and tightening his grip around Albert's middle.

Soft touches mean I love you.