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Yep

Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.

Yep.

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broadway newsies where everything is the same but they have jack n spot back in king of new york

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I do not "render." I do not "shade." I do not "paint," I do not "detail" and i do not draw "Backgrounds." I draw BLAND CHARACTERS standing in WHITE VOIDS And if it doesn't look good i GIVE UP.

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The need for some Newsies fans to completely mischaracterize Crutchie simply because they don't want him to be "babied" is insane

No, he's not an asshole or mean 😭

I understand what people are trying to do, because normally characters with disabilities tend to be treated like incapable babies who are all sunshine and rainbows, but redoing ALL of his personality to make him supposedly "strong" is not a good solution😭😭

He can very well fend for himself and be independent while still being kind and caring for his friends, a great example of this is Letter From The Refuge, he, even though he was beaten and mistreated there, asked Jack to take care of the other boys and tried to comfort him by saying that he was fine, even though he wasn't, this is ALSO strength

I made this post inspired by this post from @i-got-poisenality , because it's so true and it needed to be said 🙏

I see this a lot in various fandom spaces, making a character with a theoretically "stereotypical" personality have a totally opposite personality that is also stereotypical

Another example of this in the Newsies fandom? Sarah's characterization throughout time, she doesn't need to use the fact that she's a socialist or anything in relation to Hard Promises to be an interesting character, she's already interesting in her own way, in the movie itself, she is already a great character, she has her place and we don't need to use other media sources to prove it, she is strong in being an older sister who needs to mediate care for the family and work to help parents, she is strong in being a woman at that time and being so bold as to participate in a strike (at least in the movie) mostly of boys, and help them make it happen, and she is strong for not having lowered her head in defending her brothers even though she was as afraid of the Delanceys as David and Les (I'm sorry to bring her up in this, I just love Sarah so much 😭😭😭😭😭)

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Soooo, have a remake of my first Newsies au! This is supposed to be a post-WWI oneshot(?), maybe it'll have some inaccuracies, if it does, sorry!

It's a Jatherine fic because I love them so much, it probably won't have many ratings but I'm really proud of it

So, have 1.600 words Katherine trying to live her life after Jack was drafted, and a little bit of them meeting again

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When Katherine consciously found herself in this world, her biggest goal was to be seen, to be heard, and little by little she found her place outside of her family role, with a job outside of her father’s newspaper company. Then, as if it were destiny, she saw that small gang of poor kids, without any kind of influence in the hierarchy, wanting to make a difference, like her, in how they were seen, and for the first time she felt hopeful of making a place in the world with a headline that mattered, even though at first she just thought it was amusing to watch those kids try, when she realized they were serious about trying, she knew she had to help, even though she was doubted at first, as always. Seeing those smiles and the most genuine joy on the faces of those boys and girls when the strike was declared over gave her a sense of justice, and above all, she discovered a part of herself that she tried so hard to repress. Love. For years she tried to make herself believe that she didn't need it, when she found herself in the eyes of that boy seeing her as if she were the only thing that mattered, that he needed to see, she knew there was no way she could try and handle life alone when he was right there.

So she found herself with about 20 years of marriage to the love of her life, Jack Kelly, but the years have been miserable... The "Belle Époque" has passed, and when they least expected it, the news of a war spread throughout the world in such a way that anyone would go mad, and in 1917, It was reported by all the newspapers that the United States had entered the war, and faster than she could process it, her love, her Jack, would have to be sent to that place where perhaps he would never return, all for something he fought so hard against, becoming a pawn of a superior who doesn't respect him. She remembered crying and begging, doing everything to make him stay and not go, she couldn't bear the loss, and she still remembered his words when she tried the last times.

“ — If I don't come back, don't wait for me, don't live in misery, look for someone new, live your life and achieve your dreams, that's what I want for you, that you be happy, even if I'm far away. ”

But how? How could she even try to live a life without him? He lit up the house every day, the walls of their house were covered with framed drawings he made, as was her desk, and suddenly he might never be there again to try to fit in another drawing in exchange for "representing his country." It was all so foolish. So him. She vividly remembered every attempt he made to make her look on the bright side, that he would be fine, but she didn't believe him, she wouldn't need to think about the possibilities of him coming back alive if he stayed.

Just like that, one day he packed some things and left her in their house, which without him seemed more like a small cube with just Katherine and her loneliness. The next year had been hell, she threw herself into work, tried her best to suppress the urge to cry when the month went by and she didn't get a letter from him, when she had to write news about soldiers who came home dead when she herself was uncertain whether her husband would have a different fate. Her concern extended not only to her husband, but to her friends, who she had lifted up when the strike first went wrong, those newsies who, when they came into their house made her feel more alive, and suddenly everything was gone, few were left.

Her work wasn't enough, her rich friends with their futile attempts to comfort her that it was better to leave her alone weren't enough, nothing could calm that longing, and a year seemed like an eternity, a painful, sad and helpless eternity. Jack's letters still arrived, his handwriting, never perfect, which she had gradually taught him to make legible, now a little more rushed, sometimes not finished properly, and they gave her a warmth, a momentary smile that was taken by a longing and melancholy three times stronger, because no matter how many times he comforted her or told her he was okay, she knew her love, he was always okay even when he was in pain, and that was a trait that infuriated her as much as endeared her. Sometimes an idiot or two would come and try to make her forget the wait and start a new life, which she always vehemently denied.

She no longer remembered how much time had passed, months for sure, but so many days were the same, seeing families crying for their loved ones, having to put up with her work, that she didn't care about counting anymore, but this monotonous life stopped the day the news arrived, the war had ended, and the soldiers were going to return home. She spent the last two or three days walking around the house, rearranging decorations that didn't need rearranging, counting the days until yours arrived, and it did.

She was sitting at her desk, frustrated with a headline that wasn't quite right, and then she heard a knock on the door, like every time she did as soon as she received the news of the end of the war, She ran to answer it, she wanted to know about her husband even if it was for the worst, and as soon as she opened it, it was as if she had regained a part of herself lost in that sea of uncertainty.

— Oh God… — That was the only thing that came out of her mouth. A mixture of shock and relief washed over her, but it soon faded, and she truly took in her lover’s state.

He was much thinner, full of new scars, tired eyes and honestly without the sparkle that had brightened her every day, he was remarkably quiet, he didn't look her in the eye, as if expecting a bad reception. His body language had changed; if Jack had once walked with a posture that made everyone in a room look at him, now he blended into the surroundings. She reached out to place a hand on his cheek, already feeling the stinging behind his eyes, only for him to flinch back, looking guilty right after.

— Jack…? Please… Talk to me… — She gathered her hands together, pressing them together to regulate her anxiety, and when she could least process it, the most heartbreaking and genuine hug she had ever felt came from her husband, and she could already hear muffled little sobs against her shoulder.

— It was horrible... It was nothing like I imagined, please forgive me… — The boy mumbled in such a small way that it was similar to a child feeling guilty when he broke something important.

— Forgive you...? What did you do that needs so much forgiveness...? You did what you needed, my love… — She didn't know exactly what to do or how to do it, her hands hovering just above Jack's back, not sure if he wanted or could handle the touch right now.

— I killed people... I let comrades die... I was so, so selfish... I don't deserve to come back alive while they stayed there… — He said he didn't deserve it like a mantra, his words almost incoherent with so much hurt carried over his words.

— Oh my love… — She just wanted to cry with Jack at that moment, her lips pressed together, trying to hold back her own sobs, but she couldn't control her eyes, and the tears soon gathered up in her eyes. — It's not your fault... You're not to blame for anything, my love, for the love of God... None of those deaths were your fault, you did what you could, I'm sure of it…

Those words only made her feel more tears wetting her dress, that was a recurring problem with her beloved since she knew him, survivor's guilt, every time he lost someone it was somehow his fault, even though he couldn't do anything to prevent people's deaths. Katherine couldn't even imagine what he saw, her man almost never cried with such magnitude, and feeling his silhouette so... Small in every way said everything she needed to know.

— I don't want to hear apologies, Jack Kelly... I'm just glad you're home… — She gave him the weakest scolding of her life, trying to assuage his doubts about the value of her love to her now after what had probably been a very overwhelming year for him.

Gradually he stopped crying, though the tremors never really stopped, and he looked at her, sniffling. Anyone would have found his state ugly or disgusting, but she only cared about the fact that her love was back home, and at the first opportunity she had, she pulled him in for a kiss, even though at first he was tense, she soon felt all the emotions he had waited to show her pouring out in that one kiss.

Regardless of a war, how much Jack had to kill to get there, and probably a lifetime of recovery, she was just happy to see him home, physically complete, there for her, and she would be there for him, for sure. Katherine just wanted to erase all that suffering from her beloved's eyes, but she knew it was impossible, so she could only comfort him later, and she would do that with strength, no matter how hard it was, that one year was hard for both of them, and she would never let him go too far again, and Jack probably didn't want to either.

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I think it's pretty short in the end, but anyway, that's it! I managed to write and finish something after so long 🙏🙏

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you had me a h-h-Hannibal 🤤🤤🤤 I love that idiot weird freak sooo much

I LOVELOVELOVE HANNIBAL!!! But my favorite is Will, i love him SO MUCH

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The Tumblr Experience

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reblog this if you want a LONG (or short) anonymous message saying what they think of you.

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how it feels to ask someone at the store where an item is

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Dear friends of Tumblr,

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

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dyslexic jack kelly my beloved

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I don't know what happens to me, I start out full of ideas for a story or fic and then I get halfway through a chapter and I no longer have any motivation to write, no matter how much I love the idea and the concept

And I'm very sad because because of this I have several unfinished projects in my docs, and I don't know what to do with them because I don't have the courage or enthusiasm to continue writing

If anyone has been through this and managed to overcome it, can you tell me what I can do to improve?😞

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I hate only one thing about livesies, I prefer the musical on Broadway, making that clear, but one thing that irritates me is that Jack was TOTALLY removed from the dance numbers, the most he did was... Whatever that was in seize the day

Like, I understand that Jeremy Jordan couldn't dance, but having to change the entire course of events just because ONE ACTOR can't dance is unfair to me

That's why I love when they get him to dance a real choreography in that part of Seize the Day, and when he at least doesn't disappear from the stage every time there's a dance number

And he dances in 92sies, and I hate how that disappears when we adapt him to the fandom's version, but that depends more on each person's point of view, I think it's a bit unfair to summarize him to one version

I like to imagine that he doesn't know how to dance acrobatically like we see in Newsies, but he's not a door either, I feel like he would know how to do a calmer type of dance, and he dances with Katherine sometimes

(I love JJ guys, butttt...)

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THX FOR THE TAGGING!!!

My glasses aren't like that, but it was the closest I could find

My favorite song right now is "Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)" by The Offspring!

@notthesodaa @tipsandtrixx @deathbyhelen @janenotbirkin @ariaxuwr @theoneandonlymutt (If any of you don't like being tagged, SORRY, I just picked the @'s at random )

heya! Found a picrew that has black representation! It’s so hard finding picrews that don’t only have 1-3 skin colors and there’s only straight hair styles 😭

but anyone can do this picrew! Just make yourself or what you want to look like and add your fav song :)

have fun <3

My fav song

Moots below

@ghosty-dsmp @ghostboyravenight @midnight-soulless-system @chilllikeavillain @ghost-of-a-swarm-of-bees @genericemobitch @urmostaverageegg @caninecolumbidae @captain0fcrows @demonusenjoyer @the-fallen-collective

Anyone can do it tho

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Someone motivate me to write, please

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i'm a bad newsies fan i don't have a favorite ensemble member my favorite character is jack. you can publicly execute me if you want btw /j

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Is this something?

I love them so much guys

They deserve all the love in the world