#Past Jack Kelly/Katherine Pulitzer

[ill-say-anything-i-hafta]

Why does katherine allow herself to be used by pulitzer to humiliate Jack? I get that she might still have a relationship with her father even though they disagree about a lot, but she should not be silent in that room. This scene makes me hate her, though I realize it is really just bad writing. The writers are doing their only female character dirty and using her as a dramatic tool, just like Pulitzer is doing.

That said, given the way the play is written, I feel like the actor who plays katherine needs to act way more horrified or embarrassed or mad at Pulitzer in that scene if she ever wants me on her side again.

Lying about your name to distance yourself from your asshole dad? Totally relatable. Watching someone you've been working with be threatened by him and standing by? NO.

[jack-kellys]

k so yall voted to see my 2023 final essay for a class called london in performance. which wasnt too serious. basically i compared the national theatre's phaedra [which i did not like that much tbh. one of the lines in my paper is "to truly send the criticism home, compared to the white critics who praised the play with four stars, Polish editor Andrzej Lukowski and Pakistani critic Arifa Akbar are the ones to only give two stars on the story that centers an illegal immigrant (The Stage)." just saying] as an adaptation of a classic greek play to the west end's general cash-in commercialization. and then my argument was that the center of that pendulum is somehow fucking newsies @ the troub im so sorry.

HERE ARE THE HIGHLIGHTS:

first of all i got to cite myself as like. an expert which was SO funny

"To preface, because of my five years of close knowledge about this subject matter, its multiple stagings, scripts, and casts, I am well aware that this musical as a whole is quite average."

importantly, my definition of a revival in this paper is "creating something accessible to a modern audience for the sake of improving and adapting an original source material into a performance". if it doesnt improve and/or adapt it then it fails imo

"Lines [in the script] that hold weight are sort of dropped, in favor of keeping the show hopeful at all times. The reflection lies in the younger generation taking hold of a new age, rather than in workers rights, child poverty and abuse, and unification.  Newsies at Wembley Park, the first professional revival and first iteration of the musical outside of the United States, flips this as a performance."

i called newsies 2012/livesies staging "left-right up-down" like a video game combo lmfao

"Wembley Park’s revival inserts viewers into the action of the city by default, but also the events that befall the newsboys.... Two police officers stalk in front of the audience as a scene with a new sense of impending doom plays out on the stage. The strikebreaking battle is... level with many of the audience’s seats, and boys escape officers and grown men through the aisles helping each other stand upright while shouts of “Move, move!” are called out .... as a pair hurry away up a ladder behind my aisle seat."

"The expansive take on staging (since as I said before, the musical itself is average) almost takes the place of design. ... Pulitzer’s desk resides on top of a platform of newspaper stacks, emphasizing his position in the hierarchy over the children selling those papers especially as the newsboys push it on with much effort. The towers are made to look like black metal with rust and peels. The lighting is white and natural during scenes. The ensemble’s costumes look more similar to each other, making them appear more unified visually compared to Broadway. The design is in the ensemble’s interactions, dance, and fluid movement through the city of the show, letting the performance and the dancers speak for themselves."

then mandatory michael section:

"What struck me the most watching it had to be Jack’s casting, and new character positionality within the context of the story. Never before has Jack Kelly been a Black newsboy union leader, not in any professional production. Played by Michael Ahomka-Lindsay, Jack’s role was much more electric. His fear of leading the strike became more personal, his baggage with the reform center gained more onstage intersectionality, his relationship with Katherine became even more complex and out of reach. It changes many of those past dropped lines, it made me hear lines differently than I had used to. It’s a more effective reflection that makes the events in the story a bit more tangible to an audience that could have initially been caught up in the grandiose dance numbers- not to mention the performance opening amidst strikes nationwide."

best part:

jack-kellys. "Welcome to..." Jack-Kellys, 23 Jan 2023, 3:46AM, this-is-what-i-mean-by-five-years-of-close-experience. 

[ao3feed-newsies]

The View Between Villages

by, plxtonixmm by plxtonixmm It's been eight long years since Jack left for Santa Fe. After several misfortunes and a wedding invite, Jack returns to New York to a completely different family, pissed at him for his disappearance. It probably didn't help that he didn't tell them about his young daughter, Catalina. Angry about his disappearance, Jack is faced with an ultimatum: give up his worst coping mechanisms or give up his brothers. Words: 1971, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies (1992), Newsies - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Racetrack Higgins, Crutchie (Newsies), Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, Spot Conlon, Finch (Newsies), Buttons (Newsies), David Jacobs, Sarah Jacobs (Newsies), Les Jacobs, Kid Blink, Mush Meyers, Original Child Character(s) Relationships: Racetrack Higgins & Jack Kelly, Crutchie & Jack Kelly (Newsies), Crutchie & Racetrack Higgins, Crutchie & Racetrack Higgins & Jack Kelly, Jack Kelly & Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, Racetrack Higgins & Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, Crutchie & Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, Spot Conlon & Racetrack Higgins, Crutchie & Elmer (Newsies), Crutchie & Finch (Newsies), Elmer & Finch (Newsies), David Jacobs & Jack Kelly, David Jacobs & Sarah Jacobs, David Jacobs & Les Jacobs & Sarah Jacobs, David Jacobs & Les Jacobs, Les Jacobs & Sarah Jacobs, David Jacobs & Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Sarah Jacobs & Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, Crutchie/Elmer (Newsies), Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, past Jack Kelly/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer - Relationship, Buttons/Finch (Newsies) Additional Tags: Crutchie & Racetrack Higgins & Jack Kelly Are Siblings, Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin Is Jack Kelly's Parent, Jack Kelly is Bad at Feelings (Newsies), Crutchie Needs a Hug (Newsies), Kid Fic, Jack kelly has a child, Jack Kelly Needs a Hug (Newsies), Latino Jack Kelly (Newsies), Bisexual Jack Kelly (Newsies), Artist Jack Kelly (Newsies), Trans Crutchie (Newsies), Trans Racetrack Higgins, Nonbinary Racetrack Higgins, Female Spot Conlon, Jack Kelly Whump, Alcoholic Jack Kelly, Rehab, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Disabled Character, Jack's idolization of Santa Fe, Italian Racetrack Higgins, Italian Crutchie, Jack Kelly and Sarah Jacobs are friends, Slow Burn, Weddings, Jack is a girldad read : https://ift.tt/gKtPX5C - August 23, 2024 at 03:27PM

[mostlybroadway]

david jacobs hated love. despised it.

he hated that his little brother, a literal ten year old, had more game than him. he hated that his sister hit it off almost immediately with katherine pulitzer, and now they were basically attached at the mouth.

and he hated most of all that jack kelly never noticed him.

jack was the leader. he was cool, so fucking cool. and how could anyone that cool ever notice anyone like davey?

davey hadn’t always hated love. when albert and race got together, davey’s heart soared. he knew how long they each had been pining after one another, and it really was only a matter of time. when crutchie sheepishly confessed to kissing finch, davey couldn’t have been happier! but when his own love life came into question? davey was a certified Love Hater.

jack had started inviting davey to stay over more often, the little shit. even offering davey a spot in his already too small bed! so of course they had to cuddle up to one another because that was the only choice, or at least to jack it was. to davey it was everything. to davey, it was like air. it was his life blood. lingering on jack kelly’s skin for just a little longer than anyone else got to.

and jack would invite him up to the penthouse, because of course he would, and they would stargaze even though manhattan didn’t have many stars to offer. and jack would point at the stars and try to create his own constellations and davey had to push away every thought of wanting to hold his hand or drag him over and kiss him on the mouth right then and there.

jack didn’t like davey like that. there was no way in hell that jack kelly thought david jacobs was anything other than his weird, slightly neurotic friend. and so davey hated love.

at least he did, until jack took all the thoughts from his mind. he took davey’s hand while they stargazed, and he snuggled up to davey even when they weren’t confined to his tiny bed. when davey finally asked if he could kiss jack, the response he got wasn’t “no” as he had anticipated, it was “of course, it’s about time!”

so, yeah. in the past, davey jacobs was a love hater. but jack kelly had other plans.

[myfairkatiecat]

Ok I gotta know what "things my heart used to know" entails because that is once upon a December and i love anastasia

“Things my heart still needs to know,” actually, but yes that is also from Anastasia (journey to the past) so you guessed correctly!

This one is an Anastasia-Newsies crossover that is already partially completed on AO3!!

Dashing conman Jack Kelly and his ex-aristocrat friend David Jacobs hatch a plan to get out of New York with reward money to spend—all they need is a girl to pretend to be the late princess Katherine Pulitzer. But when Katherine Plumber turns up off the streets, with no memory of her past but a voice promising to meet her in Paris, their plot grows more complicated as the evidence begins to show she may be the true princess—and that Jack’s feelings towards her may not be as indifferent as he had hoped. 👀👀

Thanks for the ask!!

[riding-palominos-every-day]

Hello! Any thoughts on mr Jack Kelly himself

YES OKAY SO-

Jack is a character who whilst I don't actually think about him much, I connect to him so so strongly.

Jack is a foil to so many characters. He's the street-savvy to Davey's book-smart, the dreamer to Crutchie's realist. The brother who looks out for everyone and solves his problems with words to the Delanceys who solve theirs with fists and can only look out for themselves. The youngster screwed over by the system to Pulitzer's older generation who benefits from said system.

I don't think Jack actually wants to go to Santa Fe as it is. Santa Fe in Jack's mind is a place where he'd be safe and loved, financially stable, where his brother's incurable condition can be cured. Deep down, he knows the real Santa Fe won't be these things. But he needs a dream to cling onto because he'll crumble otherwise. His love of Santa Fe comes from dime novels. The romanticised aesthetic of the West is what drew him to it; he probably doesn't know much about the city itself, but the vision of it in his head is all he needs.

The Jack Kelly I love the most is the one from Paper Mill Playhouse. He explains his frustrations with New York to Crutchie by way of how the city's horses are broken and beaten, with no life in their eyes ("if this city done that to a horse, what d'you think it's doing to us?" he asks Crutchie rhetorically). He feels some attraction to Katherine, and feels safe around her, but struggles to bring himself past the initial flirting stage (Then I See You Again is not a love song and I will write an essay if I have to-). He even points out that after the strike, there's a good chance they might never see each other again. He wants a relationship with her, but the reality of his situation makes it hard for him to commit to the idea.

Jack isn't my favourite character or the one I think about the most, but bar perhaps Crutchie he's the character I relate to and connect with the most. Granted I want a small life in a big city rather than a big life in a small town, but the want is what I connect with with Jack. I can't wait to start fresh somewhere else.

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

Part 3 of this pirate au that has yet to have name

WARNING: hanging

-Mush woke first, he could hear people from the window, looking up he saw the gallows getting put up

-He began to panic and Blink just opened his eyes and the door opened

-Mush screamed at them but was held back, Blink tried to fight them and the from lastnight made him look scarier but he was still too week

-Mush cried out for them and lost all hope after hearing the door click shut

-More people gathered around and Mush couldn't bring himself to look, it was only when he heard his name being called

-It was Katherine! And he yelled for her as she came running down the hall with a red head and a lean looking guy

-after opening the door "Mush no time to explain how I got here but we gotta go, this is Albert and Finch there friends of Kid Blink"

-Mush just nodded but it wasn't like he heard her, well he did but the main thing was to get out of here

-So they ran past a few guards and out to some new people Mush never seen before, he guessed it was more of Blinks friends

-The one with the red bandanna came forwarded and introduced himself as Jack Kelly and his partner David and his sister Sarah along with others named Tommy Boy, Buttons, Elmer, Romeo, Snoddy, Snitch, and Henry

-They quickly made a plan and got into places

-Elmer, Romeo, Tommy Boy, and Henry were up top ready with bow and arrows (istg i love robbin hood so much fight me) Albert, Finch, David, and Katherine where in the back, then Jack, Sarah, Snoddy, and Snitch were up front

-Mush was told to stay behind with Buttons but he just couldn't, I mean neither could Buttons because if he loses Elmer he was gonna kill Jack Kelly

-So they took the middle and watched as Blink was dragged to the guillotine

-His face was stained with long blood strips and even Mush could tell his his bad eye was hurt, the clothes he worn looked like rags with blood stains, they had used a knife earlier

-"People of my kingdom, I gather you here today to witness...Me getting money" Pulitzer smirks

-Mush rolls his eyes and notices Spot with a rope around his neck and Race who he met a few times along with the rest of Blinks crew

-"You see I caught the horrible pirate Kid Blink" Pulitzer kicks Blinks head, a groan could be heard as he tries to move out of the wood

-"And now we're killing him, in order to protect my wonderful citizens" he walks over to Blink and grabs a fist full of hair, "any last words"

-"I'm not a pirate! I give people money that I steel because fuckers like you steal all the townsfolk money!" he then spits on Pulitzer

-Pulitzer yells and shoves Blinks head down harshly, he then gives the single and the blade is dropped but it didn't kill

-Pulitzer turns around to see some girl was holding the rope that had the blade and one foot was raised from stepping on the guard she threw down

-"Wanna try that again, bitch"

-Chaos then erupted, there are multiple screams as the townsfolk run away, Pulitzer is in shock

-Sarah grabbes the keys from the guard and unlocked the wooden board before Pulitzer grabbed her but an arrow flew right into his hand dropping Sarah

-David rushes over and tries to stab Pulitzer but he's quick and there now in a fight

-Sarah finishes getting Blink out and she tries to get him to safety but Blink wants to fight so he did

-Mush and Katherine get Race and Spot not before Spot choked a little, while Mush almost got stabbed in the back, he kicked the stool over while trying to get away

-Katherine gets the guy herself and quickly help Spot who into returns to yell at them for almost killing him

-They also get the rest of the crew down

-"ELMER TO YOUR LEFT!" Buttons called out apon seeing guard coming at him

-They weren't gonna last and everyone knew that so Tommy Boy took the chance and shot an arrow at Pulitzer, right through the heart

- Everyone kinda stopped to watch the great king fall into the guillotine and get sliced

- A few threw up, most looked away but Katherine walked over and closed his eyes for him, he didn't deserve that she knew but she had to give him at least something he semi rais her (not me self projecting at the end)

-The guards went away being scared off by what just happened

-Blink looked for Mush who was no where to be seen, he called out for him but he didn't respond everyone did a double take and then they saw Mush crawling out from a few people who are dead

-Blink dragged him out with a scream, Buttons came over to check him, Blink whispered words to him "Mush please, Mush please don't die"

-"Never" he whispered back

-Buttons informed him Mush was gonna live if he could stop the bleeding, he got stabbed but not in a crucial area but he was still loosing lots of blood

-They all put there hands to stop the blood and Buttons bandage him tightly so they could get on the ship

-Doing a quick headcount they all made there way to the boat

-"Wait! " someone called out, Jack turned around sword raised "Thank you" all of them were stunned then a woman came out "Katherine will you run for Queen"

-Katherine thought it over "Maybe, but right now not ever"

- She just wanted to get away, and her answer was all truth but for now not ever did she want to see this place again

Part 4|

[bitchiaintanonymous]

Here we are, back at it again by popular demand.... Okay, so no one actually asked for this, but it’s here so get ready.

Oh also, just so you know, this is sadder than the last one.... like a lot sadder.

But hey, go ahead and read on, I’m like, 99.99% sure you won’t regret it. Enjoy, I guess.

Trigger Warning: Mentions of Alcohol/Alcoholism, Mild Description of Gore, Mentions of a Car Accident, Harsh Language.

Hold Me, Set Me Free

It takes ten seconds for a life to be ruined.

It took one second for Race to leave his house. It took one second for him to decide to cross the street. It took one second for him to fall. It took five seconds for him to get back up. It took one second for the driver to look at his phone.

It took ten seconds total for the car to hit him.

It took longer for Jack to find out.

The past few hours seemed like a blur to him. He remembers leaving the trial, hugging Crutchie and watching him go with Snyder. Then getting a phone call from the very same man not even a few hours later. After that, he remembers feeling hopeless. So incredibly hopeless. A feeling, strong enough, that it made him run to a bar, successfully breaking his two year sobriety. Although after that, his memory gets a little… flashy.

There are things he knows for sure. Race called him… he didn’t answer. Race left a voicemail…several actually. They ranged from as old as only half an hour after Jack got to the bar, to as recent as the moment everything changed.

After that Jack got another call, one that he answered.

It was a hospital.

He should have answered Race’s call.

It’s a thought that repeated in Jack’s head while waiting for his baby brother to get out of surgery. He should have answered the call, he should have called him back.

He should have done something.

Instead he decided to make, arguably, one of the worst decisions he could have made. He drank. Two suffocating years of sobriety and he threw it all away just because someone’s words got to his head. He knew he shouldn’t have listened to Snyder, but after how the last trial went, he knew how close Snyder was to gaining full custody. No matter how hard Jack tried, Snyder had one thing Jack never seemed to have enough of. Money. He could see the jury was siding with him, and now Snyder was taking away one of the most important people to Jack. And he wasn’t even blinking an eye about it. Now the only thing Jack was sure of, is that all he has is Race.

... All he had.

But Race got taken too. Taken by Liam. Truthfully, Jack can’t even remember the last time he saw Race properly. They used to see each other everyday, but things had changed. Now they only seemed to communicate through phone calls. Yet, even then, Race seemed different. His tone was never as happy as it used to be.

And God, Jack should have done something.

“How’re you holding up sugar?”

Jack recognized the person interrupting his thoughts as Miss Medda Larkin, the head nurse in the New York Presbyterian Hospital, and the person who constantly checked in on him for the past few hours.

Jack shot out of his seat hearing her voice, “Is he out? Is he okay?” It seemed that no matter how much Jack tried to appear strong, the shake in his voice gave him away.

Medda seemed to have noticed that as her look of pity intensified. Any hope Jack might have had in that moment left when she shook her head sadly. “Sorry sugar, we’re not sure when he’ll be stable enough to be put in a room. Only time, and our best doctors, can tell that dear”

Jack sighed and took his seat again. He was ready to wait days if that’s what it took for Race to be okay. Hell, he was ready to wait years.

“However… we do have someone here looking for you. A young red headed woman.”

Katherine.

Jack subconsciously sat up at that. He didn’t know why Katherine had come, but truthfully, he didn’t want to question it. “Yeah I know her, she was my girlfriend… not too sure what she’s doing here though.” Jack saw that Medda looked like she was gonna send her away and elaborated, “We left on good terms. She can come in.”

Medda looked skeptical leaving the small waiting room, but a few seconds later Katherine walked in.

Jack had never really gotten over Katherine. He thought about her a lot. More than you should think about someone who broke up with you, but he couldn’t help it. Katherine was... everything. Feisty and witty, intelligent, drop dead gorgeous, and the more Jack thinks about it, the more he understands why she left.

Seeing her again was like everything Jack needed, and everything he was trying to avoid.

She looked frantic coming in, different than Jack had remembered her. “Jack! Hey... how’s Tony?”

If it were any other time Jack might have teased her about not being happy to see him, but all Jack could think about was Race. “He's... hanging in there. The doctors don’t know when he’ll be stable enough to come out.... He was taken a while ago.” He assumed. Jack doesn’t know how long he had been blankly staring at the wall in front of him, and he wasn’t about to think too hard about it.

Katherine just looked at him with concern. “And how are you?”

Stressed, angry, concerned, worried, frustrated, terrified.

“I’m fine.” he replied.

She looked like she was about to argue, but he cut her off before she could.

“I’ll be happy when Race is happy” And it was true, Jack would not really be fine until Race was safe.

She pursed her lips like she did when she was getting frustrated. “No one is asking you to be happy Jack. Just asking that you’re okay.”

Jack was getting frustrated now too. “I’ll be okay, when Race is okay.” His tone suggested that that was the end of the conversation.

For a second, it looked like she might drop the

subject, but then, suddenly, she scrunched up her face. “Is that… were you drinking Jack?”

Jack stared at her for a few seconds then let out a humorous laugh, “Really? You really want to do this, right now?” Jack bit out harshly.

Katherine didn’t flinch at Jack’s tone. If anything, she seemed to get more aggressive. “Yes Jack, really. You have a problem. We broke up what, three years ago, and you’re still going on with this bullshit?”

It hurt Jack that she thought he hadn’t changed, but at that moment Jack didn’t want to be hurt anymore. He focused on the anger. “One, you don’t get to do that. You broke up with me, you don’t get to tell me how to live my life. And not that I need to tell you, but if it’ll get you off my back, I was two years sober until tonight happened.”

A small part of Jack took pleasure seeing Kath speechless. Another part felt guilty for making her feel bad. He wasn’t sure which side won control.

Katherine looked like she had more to say, but thankfully, didn’t push the subject further. Instead, she surprised Jack. “You’re right…. I don’t have any right to tell you what decisions to make. And, if it counts, for anything at all… you seem like you really did change. I didn’t mean to hurt you… I’m sorry.”

Jack didn’t respond, although he knew Katherine didn’t mind. Even after three years, Jack could still tell when she got lost in her mind.

A few seconds of silence passed before Jack felt a hand on his. He froze before looking over at Katherine who looked like she was mentally telling him to accept the comfort. Jack didn’t know what to think. It baffled him that she held his hand like it was perfectly natural. Although… In a way, Jack supposed it was. Natural, just uncommon. Very uncommon.

He accepted the comfort.

A few minutes pass with them sitting in silence before a question surfaced in Jack’s mind. “Kath,” to her hum of acknowledgement he looked up from the ground “how did you know Race was hurt? I thought… after we broke up you took your name off his emergency contacts.” When Jack looked to Katherine he saw a guilty look displayed across her face.

“I did,” She spoke the words carefully, as if she were breaking bad news to someone “but that’s not how I knew… Jack… have you watched the news lately?” Jack didn’t say anything, just shook his head and motioned for her to continue. “What happened to Tony is there… All of it.”

Before he could think, Jack grabbed the television remote from the small table in front of them, and turned on the news channel. Katherine tried to protest and grab the remote, but Jack was already standing up out of reach, turning up the volume.

“-An accident involving 22 year old Anthony Higgins, who got hit by a car at the Fort Washington Avenue and West 176th Street intersection. Anthony appeared to trip and fall in the middle of the intersection, and that combined with the driver, who was said to be on his mobile device, resulted in this terrible accident.” Jack couldn’t focus. For a second he thought the television was off, but then he saw a video on the device playing. It showed police cars lined up around the crime scene, and Race being loaded into an ambulance. He looked terrible. His face was covered in blood and even through the sheet that was covering him, Jack could his right arm and leg busted. He could vaguely hear Katherine trying to get his attention, but he ignored her in favour of listening to the television once more.

“The young adult is said to be getting medical treatment at a nearby hospital, but the future of Anthony seems to be unknown-”

This time the television really did turn off, and suddenly Katherine’s face was in front of him, her hands on the sides of his face and her eyes filled with concern.

“Jack? Jack, c’mon snap out of it…. God I knew I shouldn’t have told you about that crap… Jack come on, you’re okay, Tony’s okay, he’s gonna get out of surgery soon and everything is going to be fine”

“You don’t know that.” The words came out a lot harsher than he meant them to, but Katherine didn’t seem fazed.

“I do. He’s gonna make it Jack. I know he is. What they were saying on there was-”

“The truth, wasn’t it? We don’t know what’s gonna happen to him… We don’t know if he’ll live or…”

“Hey. Don’t think like that. If there’s anything I know, it’s that Race is a fighter. And he’s a good one too.... He’s gonna make it Jack.” Her tone left no room for argument and she said it with so much certainty, Jack almost believed her.

“A fighter...” She had no idea how true that was.

“Well I wouldn’t say that. More like... a mouse you know? In a game of Tom and Jerry.”

Jack stopped at that voice. For a second he thought he was imagining it, but when he looked over Katherine’s red curls at that unmistakable smirk, he saw red.

He was sure he blacked out, or he skipped a period in time, because one second he was looking at the face of his brother's abuser, and the next he was being pulled off of a bloodied Liam. Jack didn’t truly know if he was the one that caused all that blood, but he sure as hell hoped he was. And judging by the bruising on his knuckles, he had a pretty good chance.

Before he could say anything about it though, he remembered the situation at hand. Race got hit by a car, because he was running from his house, and he was running, because of Liam. All at once Jack realized he felt angry again. Murderous.

And he loved it.

He also realized that security guards were holding him by his arms to stop him from getting to Liam.

Jack tried to pull his arms out of their grip, but they were prepared and just held his arms tighter. He heard a gruff voice speak behind him, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you boy.”

Jack didn’t have time to decide if that was a challenge or a threat because not long after, Liam was talking.

“You’re fucking crazy man! Do just fucking attacked people for no reason? I didn’t even do anything to you.”

Even with the serious situation at hand, Jack let out a laugh. A crazy, psychopathic laugh. “Didn’t do anything?! Didn’t do anything my ass.” Faintly, Jack could hear Katherine trying to calm him down, but he wasn’t going to stop. Not until Liam was either dead on the ground, or in a hospital room himself. “You hurt my brother. You’re the reason he’s not here by my side but rather in surgery getting treated because he got hit by a fucking car!”

It was Liam's turn to look at Jack in humorous disbelief. “Me?! He went out in the middle of the night on his own. That’s not my fault.”

Jack was about to fight him back on it but Liam put on a smug smirk and cut him off before he could even open his mouth. “Besides, last I heard, he called you... and you didn’t answer. Maybe that’s what got him so distracted before he got hit. I think, if we should blame anyone here, it should be you.”

He knows. Jack knows it’s his fault, he’s been telling himself that since he got the call... but at that moment, he can’t help but think otherwise.

Seeing Liam at the hospital, acting like the douchebag Jack always knew he was... Jack’s not so sure it’s his fault at all.

“He was only outside calling me because he was running away from you… So that pegs the question Liam.” He spit the name out like venom, and smiled at his next words. “Why was he running from you?”

Before Liam could give some bullshit excuse though, Jack heard another voice enter the room.

“Jack, can I talk to you? It's about Anthony.”

As much as he wanted to expose Liam for the terrible person he was, Jack knew he had to go with Medda. Race was his first priority.

Without taking his eyes off Liam, he answered, “Yeah, of course.” Jack didn’t stop glaring until the door closed behind him.

After it did, Jack finally turned to face Medda. Upon seeing her troubled expression he immediately started asking about Race. “Is something wrong? Is he finally getting out?”

Meddas face fell even more than it already was. She spoke her next words carefully. “Jack… sweetie, he… he didn’t make it.”

For a second, everything around Jack stopped.

For a second, he forgot all about Liam, and Katherine, and Snyder. He forgot about the custody battle, he forgot about the bar, he forgot about everything. For a second his mind was quiet.

And then that second passed.

Jack didn’t know what was happening around him. If he focused really hard he could make out a floor underneath him and hands on his arms, a voice talking to him, and a head of red hair. But realistically, he didn’t have the energy to focus on that. Medda’s words played on a loop on his mind.

“he didn’t make it.”

It takes ten seconds to take a life.

It took four words to ruin Jack’s.

... Sorry. Yeah, that was... something. Anyways, I hope you liked it, I know there’s a lot left hanging in the air, and I’m planning to make another fic related to this at some point in the near future. But if you want to see anything specific, just send an ask and I’ll see what I can do.

[somewhereinnewsiessquare]

I see “Jathrine but Jack is still bi” and raise you: Jathrine but theyre Both Bi

[somedayonbroadway]

A Newsie Carol Isn’t It Nice That Once Again It’s Christmas Eve

Fandom: Newsies

Word Count: 4K

Summary: One man. Three ghosts. One more chance of redemption.

A/N: So guys! I was just in a production of A Christmas Carol, and I loved it! It was the Alan Menken musical, if you don't know it, I highly recommend listening to it! It's beautiful! (The earlier one. Not the Hallmark one). But yeah... so now thats how we ended up here. I hope to post one chapter per day, it's almost completely written, so keep your fingers crossed.Also, I know y'all really want Crutchie to be Tiny Tim... but guys... C'mon... you know me well enough to know who Tiny Tim is gonna be.Anyways!Please enjoy!

Snyder was dead, to begin with. There was no doubt about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Pulitzer had signed it.

Old Snyder was as dead as a doornail.

For seven years now it had been that way. For seven years Pulitzer had been running this business on his own.

And things were going just swimmingly. Even on Christmas Eve.

Snow was falling fast outside the doors of the large publishing company. Carolers were singing all up and down the streets, blissful and content as they held their jars and boxes meant for that of charity. People tossed them coins and spared them a few dollars.

Not the man walking out of the elevator. In fact, the very sound of the cheery harmonies made him groan as he stormed out into the open.

"Kelly!" Pulitzer shouted as he made his way down into the lobby of his building. "Hurry up, damn it."

A young man, practically a boy, came rushing around the corner behind him, so many papers still in his arms from the meeting they'd had only mere moments before. He had on a pair of worn slacks and a jacket he hadn't buttoned up over a white dress shirt and grey tie. He looked more than exhausted. "I'm comin', Mr. Pulitzer! Sorry, sir!"

The old man turned to him and the young man skid to a stop, the papers and files in his arms falling on the floor as he fell to his knees. He bit his lip as he lowered his head in embarrassment and began to fish for the papers that had scattered every which way all over the ground.

The boss only glared at the young man who was struggling to keep up with him. Everyone around them stood almost eerily still, watching the scene in a tense silence. Pulitzer shook his head and took a moment to watch his assistant scrounge up the files and a few things he hadn't seen before. "What in God's name is that?"

The young man quickly grabbed at those loose, scattered pieces of white paper with so many pencil sketches all over all of them. Some of people, some of scenery, some of random items. "Nothin', sir, 'm sorry, sir," he forced out quickly, trying to laugh it off, as if he had any dignity left after the months he'd had at this job.

The old man rolled his eyes and easily buttoned up his blazer, stepping over the boy on the ground and glaring at the rest of the large room as they gasped and immediately got back to themselves. The room was large and round and practically made of glass. It was beautiful.

And everyone was terrified to step through the doors.

Pulitzer found his gaze drawn to those windows, just at the front of his building where four happy carolers stood, ringing an annoyingly large bell in the faces of guilty Christians and Starbucks goers, knowing they'd toss a few coins into their red, metal basket.

The man's unforgivingly dark eyes didn't leave them for a good while. He fixed his blazer around his thin, tall frame and shook his head again, turning and almost falling into the young man who was finally standing from his position on the ground. Kelly, startled and a bit out of sorts, immediately took a step back, lowering his head in submission.

Joseph Pulitzer shoved past him. "Mr. Seitz!" he cried, causing the man at the front desk of his building to whirl around, even with the phone held at the crook of his neck.

"Yes, sir?" the large, red headed man asked quickly, knowing better than to keep the boss waiting.

"Get those wretched singers to move themselves before the police must get involved," he sighed, almost sounding defeated, like he felt bad for them.

He didn't. Lord knows he didn't.

The man at the phone stood stunned for a moment, letting out a small, nervous laugh, almost as if he though it was a joke. But Pulitzer didn't crack a smile. So Mr. Seitz nodded. "Right away, sir," he responded, unable to do much else.

That was all that needed to be said. Everyone knew not to question the boss. Unfortunately, not everyone had gotten the right amount of sleep the night before.

Pulitzer turned around with a nod only to be met with his clumsy assistant standing with great hesitance a few paces behind him. "But..." Kelly began, biting his lip mere moments later when he realized what he'd done. He lowered his head again, unsure of whether he was welcomed to continue or not.

But Pulitzer had already been interrupted. So he wished to see what his young, blubbering assistant was getting at. "But what, Kelly?"

Taking a small and shy glance around, the boy shrugged a bit. "It's... it's Christmas Eve..." he stated. "They're raisin' money f'r the children's hospital down the street..." he explained sadly, quietly, knowing he was way out of line, speaking to the man who'd given him a job like he was.

Scowling a bit at the information he'd been given, Pulitzer looked his assistant right in the eyes. Those green orbs were terrified of what was coming next. "Christmas is nothing more than a commercial holiday, Mr. Kelly. The sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be. Christmas is an excuse for a day off and a guilt trip that charities eat up every moment."

The young man bit his lip all over again and took a step back, looking all the more shy and terrified in that moment.

Pulitzer sighed and checked his watch, beginning to walk past the boy. "I suppose you were going to ask for tomorrow off," he practically growled, heading towards the doors where a new client would be arriving shortly.

The young man nodded tiredly. "It's... It's my kid brother, Mr. Pulitzer... he's real sick n'-"

"Give him some tea," the old man order gruffly.

But the young man shook his head in disbelief. "He's only six..." he stated, as if Pulitzer had known that. Finally coming to a stop at one of the desks in the front of the lobby, the young assistant managed to set down his pile of papers. Then he scratched the back of his neck. "Look... I'm all he's got right now, n' he needs-"

The old man whirled around right then and there, his eyes judgmental and ready to rip the kid a new one. "I do not need to know about you family or your hardship. It is not my job to take care of you or your brother or anyone else," he stated rudely, looking the young man up and down, almost in disbelief. "Christmas is by far the most incredible time of year when it comes to working, Mr. Kelly. Either you work or you go home and make no money to provide for yourself or your family. You decide which is more important," he spat.

It was only then that he noted the watery gaze in those forest green eyes. "Mr. Pulitzer... please... I'll neva' ask again..." he promised, as bravely as he could. It was still small and quiet. "He needs me right now..."

The boy was desperate, anyone and everyone could see that much. As Mr. Seitz walked past them to shoo those carolers away, he shot the young man a sorry look but did not speak up to help him.

Most everyone had the next day off. Everyone except for Mr. Pulitzer himself, and one Jack Kelly.

Though, someone else did. "Mr. Pulitzer, Jack has never missed a day! Tomorrow's Christmas Day. He deserves a break." The old man looked over at a small woman. She had fiery red hair that was tied back in a bun at the back of her head. There was a hint of an accent that slipped out with her words. Irish.

Jack smiled at her, a small, sad smile, as if to show his gratitude and tell her to just let it go. But she didn't. She walked closer to them with purpose. "Jack, no one needs to be here on Christmas Day, he's just too afraid to tell everyone he's scared to be alone, or facing the only family he has. So he's gonna come in and work and do something that we could all do on December 26th."

Pulitzer scowled when Jack's eyes widened in shock. That woman had some backbone on her. And when that boy looked towards her, she gave him a wink. So Jack hesitantly looked back up towards his boss who let out a long sigh. "Be here an hour earlier the next morning. But I suppose, if you must, take the day off," he offered between his teeth.

It didn't matter that that was said with such irritability. It still made Jack grin. "Yes! Of course! Thank you! Thank you so much!" he cried.

"Don't get too excited, Kelly. The day's still young," he sighed, turning back around.

"Yes, sir! Sorry, sir!" the young man laughed, nodding towards the woman in thanks as Pulitzer turned back to the door that was opening to bring in another client.

One that Pulitzer would no doubt drain the life out of.

But Jack was too happy to care about that poor sucker at that moment.

He was getting Christmas Day off from the meanest most irritating man in all of New York. And he was on Cloud Nine.

—

"Make sure Charlie reads him 'The Night Before Christmas' n' make sure he has 'The Grinch' with him, it's his favorite..." Joseph Pulitzer could easily be known as the most successful man in New York, maybe even the country. And he did not come to be so successful by letting his employees talk on the phone throughout the day. "Tell him I'll be there tomorrow... I know, but boss's got me workin' late every night n' I neva' wanna wake him. J'st... j'st tell him how much I love him, okay?"

"Kelly!" The man barked. Jack jumped at his small desk.

"I gotta go," he rushed out quickly before hanging up and shoving his old, cheap phone into his back pocket. "Sorry, Mr. Pulitzer..." he apologized sadly, giving the man his full attention.

Joseph grumbled something under his breath and walked passed the young man, into his large office. "Get me Frank on the phone, now. Clear your desk before you go and don't forget that you owe me an hour on Thursday!"

"Yes, sir!" the young man agreed, immediately doing as he was told. "And... Merry Christmas," he called softly after him.

Pulitzer turned around to glare. But he found his young assistant grinning as he got to his work. He ignored the oddly warm feeling in his chest telling him that that smile was somehow there because of him. He didn't need that.

"Oh! Mr. Pulitzer," Kelly called after a moment, just as the man had begun to turn his back on him. He turned back to see the desk phone up at the boy's ear. "There's a call waitin' f'r you already. Your daughter," he stated easily, shrugging a bit when Pulitzer gave him a questioning look. "Hannah just called ta tell me ta find you..."

"Okay, fine. If I'm not back in five minutes, come and get me and get Frank on the phone," Pulitzer sighed, shaking his head as he walked into his office, almost slamming the door behind him.

He thought maybe she'd given up this year. Maybe she'd just leave him alone.

But she was never one to give up.

So he grabbed the phone and held it to his ear. "Yes?" he practically growled out.

"Well hello to you too, Daddy," a sarcastic, feminine voice responded. While he would never admit it, he'd missed that voice. The voice of his wonderful little girl who had walked out on him so long ago.

"What is it, Katherine? I have a lot of work to do, here," he sighed, sitting down at his desk and unbuttoning his blazer. He clicked open his computer to few emails, too many festive alerts and holiday wishes.

He rolled his eyes.

A sigh came through the speaker of the phone. "Well, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to spend Christmas together? My friend Darcy and I were planning a little dinner at his father's house and... I was wondering if you maybe wanted to come?" she asked bravely. Though it sounded as if she already knew the answer to the question she was asking.

Hardly even truly listening, Pulitzer shook his head. "I really am very busy, dear. I'm not in the business of having people pick my pocket without consequence every year," he spat, hating the very idea of celebrating Christmas, having to buy gifts and pretend he cared about each and every person around him.

"We're not asking for anything but your presence, Dad. You don't have to bring anything or buy anything-"

"But your friend Darcy will pester me until I donate to his useless charity." Pulitzer argued, knowing very well how this went.

Just because he was fairly wealthy didn't mean it was his job to provide for others. He'd worked hard for his place in the world, and these people would only try to take it from him. "He's raising money for the homeless shelter, Dad. Money that you wouldn't even notice was gone if you bothered to donate," his daughter countered, sounding more and more irritated by the second.

But Pulitzer was not impressed. "The homeless shelter has nothing to do with me! If you're asking me, they'd all be better to die and decrease the surplus population!" he argued. Then he paused, knowing this wouldn't help the strained relationship he had with his little girl. The one who used to be the light of his life. But it didn't matter anymore. It was beyond saving. They were beyond saving. He heard her trying to speak.

All she managed to do was stutter for a moment, truly unsure of how to respond. Years of this. It was not how it used to be. It couldn't be. "I'm sorry," she finally said, and Pulitzer could hear the disappointment in her voice. "Goodbye, Dad."

"Goodbye, Katherine," he sighed, but she had already hung up the phone.

Vaguely, Pulitzer could feel a sort of regret. He should pick up the phone, call her back. But he didn't.

A knock on his door roused him from his thoughts and before Pulitzer even looked up, he barked at the person. "What?!" Kelly flinched a bit, moving to hide it with a small cough and a shrug.

"Frank is waiting on line one... I'm gonna head out..." he forced out a bit shakily.

Pulitzer didn't have any guilt in him in that moment. After all, who was this man to him? He didn't care about many people. Caring was messy. And Pulitzer was not a messy type of person. "Fine," was all he managed to bite out.

And Jack nodded with a grateful smile. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Pulitzer," the boy wished before rushing off, grabbing his backpack on the way out.

It was only then that Pulitzer realized how late it truly was.

But he didn't care.

He marched back over to his desk and sat down and picked up the phone. "Thank you for holding Frank..."

Because business didn't take a holiday. Not even on Christmas.

—

Walking home was a menace. Hell, getting out of his building was a the real challenge.

"Seitz, I told you to get these carolers out of here!" Pulitzer yelled as he made his way through the lobby. There they were, singing in perfect harmonies and getting a few coins and a couple dollars from people passing by.

The man behind the desk didn't answer. Because the man behind the desk was no longer there.

It was nine o'clock on Christmas Eve. Everyone had gone home. Everyone but him.

Grumbling under his breath, Joseph Pulitzer walked out of the large front doors, practically shoving his way through some baritones as he did so.

Someone caught his shoulder less than three feet out. He rolled his eyes. "Hello, sir! We're raising money to help the kids in the children's hospital! Anything you could give would be appreciated!" It was one of the young men. The rest of them kept singing.

Pulitzer shot them a fake, forced smile. "How about I give you all the sad truth, instead?" he forced out. The smaller man seemed taken aback by the offer, but didn't object to it. "Some of those kids are going to die. You can't save them all."

"But you can try," the stranger insisted, holding out one of the small cups full of donations.

Shaking his head in annoyance, Joseph rolled his eyes. "It has nothing to do with me," he spat before turning to go.

Only to almost run into someone else. "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!" The short, plump, dark skinned woman apologized immediately. She laughed at herself, her smile bright enough to light up the night sky. Her nose and cheeks were pink from the cold, matching her coat and snug beanie. She seemed overly eccentric and much to overjoyed to be out in the freezing weather.

The old man did not share her excitement, closing instead to push past the caroler who was now standing in the way of his and the cab that was supposed to be waiting for him already.

It was late.

The young singer let out a small cry of offense when he was quite literally shoved aside. And the woman, young and so full of life, gasped at the rude treatment, just after she slipped a twenty dollar bill in with the collections. She turned to Pulitzer who only just stopped as she called after him, "Hey, have you forgotten how to smile, sir?" She sounded hurt, like somehow it was a crime against her.

He didn't care nearly as much as she seemed to. He turned to her, shrugging. "What am I supposed to be smiling about?" he inquired glancing up at the dark sky and then at the even darker world around him, despite the lights that made the stars impossible to see. "These carolers? Growing a year older and not an hour richer? Or perhaps because I have just witnessed such a kind act from such a kind samaritan." The words were spat out at her.

But she was not intimidated in the least. In fact, she stepped even closer towards him. "Life is passin' you by, my friend. You might just miss it." Then she walked right past him and straight into the cab just behind him. Before he could argue, the door was shut and she was gone.

Scowling hard and pulling his coat further around him as the wind picked up and the snow began to fall. "Of course," he muttered to himself. He shook his head and began walking, figuring he would find a cab somewhere along the way.

In Manhattan on Christmas Eve, he couldn't find a single one.

He walked down a few blocks, shivering in the cold and pulling away from everyone who tried to stop him and talk to him. He continued on angrily, regretting his decision to let his assistant leave so early. Kelly would have been useful at that moment, to call him some kind of car, to get him home somehow.

"Excuse me, sir! Can you reach that grate?"

Pulitzer groaned when he spotted the young man, reaching up for a grate at a small bodega. He was jumping, trying to pull it down with force. He could reach the thing. But he just couldn't get it to come down. He was young. In his mid twenties at most. He had pale cheeks and light brown hair, not unlike Jack's, though his was a bit thinner and he was definitely a bit taller than the other boy. "I don't have time or the care to do your work for you." Pulitzer tried to continue on, but the young stranger rushed over to him and put a hand up, trying to stop him, even as he continued to walk on.

"Please, I'll get fired!" he begged, looking more cold than Pulitzer himself, which made sense as all he wore was a button up uniform and a sweatshirt.

Still, the old man continued to walk on, hoping the kid would just give up. "Then I suggest you find a suitable job."

In a single second it got colder. The young man stopped, forcing Pulitzer to stop or else run into him. "You ought ta take the time to do some right, sir… sooner or later you'll be sorry you didn't." The bodega worker walked passed him, looking much less scared or helpless all of the sudden.

A bit more intrigued than he cared to admit, Joseph turned back to the younger man and watched him walk right on by the bodega, snapping his finger. The grate slid down with ease and the young man never turned back only to offer him a small wink. Then he walked around a corner, and he was gone.

An odd feeling crept its way into Pulitzer's chest. One he hadn't felt in a long while. One that was almost a sort of fear. But he kept walking. He kept walking towards home where he could just be warm.

It was so cold.

He hardly made it much farther before another voice was calling out to him. He growled a bit. "Got a coin ya could spare f'r a blind man, sir?"

"I have nothing for you," Pulitzer responded quickly.

But the old man was not done. His long white hair and beard were barely visible beneath the hood of the ratty old coat he wore that was a desperate attempt at keeping himself warm. What was much more visible were the pale blue eyes that pierced through the night. As Joseph tried to walk past him, a gloved hand grabbed at his arm. "I may be blind, but it looks like I can still see betta' than you can," the blind old man spat.

"Let go my arm!" Pulitzer cried, wrenching himself from the older man's grip.

"Oh, neva'mind, sir… go on, get outta here!" The blind man yelled, backing away and retreating back into the alleyway he'd come from. "Come the future, you'll rememba' me," he rasped.

Then he simply waked away, a black stick in hand to help him get around. But those words seemed to echo around in Joseph's head. Even as he turned to continue on his trek down the street.

It was freezing. He had to get home. He couldn't get caught by another person. He just wanted to go to bed.

He walked for a full hour before he could see his home. It was a large house, one many people envied from the outside. He huffed in relief when he saw it. That is when he heard another voice. "Joe…"

It was so quiet, it was almost like the wind. But Joe heard it. He gasped and whirled around, eyes widening, as no one had called him that for years. "Hello?" he called, his voice more hesitant than scared.

He was Joseph Pulitzer. He didn't get spooked.

But he was sure he was going insane.

He picked up his pace, heading straight towards his front door, only to hear the dark whisper again. "Joe..." It was louder this time.

And Joseph shook his head. "Leave me alone," he called, fishing in his pocket for the keys to his front door.

But when he finally found them, he dropped them on the ground. It was just his luck, he supposed. He sighed as he bent to to grasp them, straightening back up only to jump back in horror at the sight he saw in front of him.

A cry fell from his lips when he saw his door knocker has morphed into some kind of face. "Joseph!" it cried loudly. Strongly enough for half the city to hear. He ducked down, rushing to put his hands over his head and try to make sense of out what he'd just seen. Because he didn't understand it. He couldn't. None of it made sense.

Ghosts weren't real. But Joseph swore he'd just seen the face of someone he'd buried years ago.

"What the hell?!" he cried out, turning back to the door, ready to hit it or run away, surely one of the two.

But the face was gone like it had never even been there, and all that was there was his knocker. Pulitzer froze.

He was overly worked and overly tired. He was seeing things. Little things were getting to him. So he took a moment to gather himself, shrugging off the feeling of fright that was still coursing through his veins as he pulled himself together and forced himself to go through his front door.

He practically ran through the door and rushed up the stairs.

He wasn't scared, he was cold. And tired. And he needed sleep.

He slammed his bedroom door shut, refusing to acknowledge the emptiness of his large mansion. He didn't need that right now. He locked his bedroom door and lazily sauntered over to his chair to take his shoes off.

He failed to hear the sound of chains that followed him up the large stairs. That is, he failed to hear them, before it was too late...

A/N: As always, thanks for reading! Make sure to tell me what you liked, what you'd change or what you'd improve by leaving me a review! Love ya, friends!

[starlitink]

Another Newsies AU because I have no self control

So this one is a Superhero AU, AKA everyone has cool powers. The powers are as follows.

JACK KELLY - He has the ability to make whatever he draws come to life. For example, if he were to draw a flower (with the intent of bringing it to life), the drawing would then disappear off the page and leave a real flower in it’s place. As of now, his nickname is Sketch, but Race says that’s a stupid name (and besides, there’s already a hero with that name).

DAVEY JACOBS - His ability is called Persuasion. Basically, he can control people by telling them what to do. However, this power gives him extreme anxiety, as he is constantly worried about accidentally controlling his family, the newsies, or someone else he cares about and hurting them in some way.

LES JACOBS - He can amplify other people’s powers, earning him the name Augment. However, he doesn’t go out and fight crime, since his family doesn’t want a nine-year-old running around the city on his own. So for now, he’s stuck waiting for Davey to come up with a cool identity so he can be Davey’s sidekick.

SARAH JACOBS - Davey’s twin sister can talk to animals, a very Disney Princess-esque trait (as noted by the newsies), which earns her the moniker Princess. (A bit basic, but so are the newsies.)

KATHERINE PLUMBER PULITZER - Katherine’s power works a lot like Jack’s with one small change - her ability involves writing instead of drawing. She can make anything she writes come to life, to a certain point. She can only create objects, and she can’t manipulate past or future events (much to the disappointment of her father, who would really like to use her powers to cheat in the newspaper game).

RACETRACK HIGGINS -  Race has the power of probability manipulation, meaning he can change the odds as he sees fit. What are the odds that the headline’s going to be bad? 100%? Let’s take that down to zero. What are the odds that he’s going to get to make out with Spot Conlon tonight? 0%? Let’s crank that up to 100%. (And for the last time, Blink - no, probability manipulation is not the same thing as being magically lucky. They do not have the same power. Shut up.)

SPOT CONLON - Spot has the power of invulnerability, which is why Brooklyn is so feared - Spot is literally unbeatable in a fight, and the other guys aren’t too shabby either.

ALBERT DASILVA - Albert has the power of pyrokinesis, meaning he can manipulate, create, and control fire, heat, and flame. His superhero identity is known as Blaze.

ROMEO - Romeo can make anyone fall in love with him, earning him the nickname Cupid.

SPECS -  Specs has the ability to enhance any of his senses at will. He wears his glasses to help block most things out so he has normal eyesight while in civilian form; not to mention they throw people off his trail - how could a boy with glasses have super eyesight?

CRUTCHIE MORRIS - Crutchie has the power of flight, although it’s really more along the lines of minor levitation. He can lift himself a few feet off the ground (helpful for when he can’t walk), and he can make small items like his hat or some coins (or Les, if he concentrates) come to him, but that’s it.

FINCH CORTES - Finch Cortes (better known as Avian) can talk to and control birds.

KID BLINK BALETTI - Blink’s power is simple - he is magically lucky, no matter what. The one exception to this is that he was born blind in one eye, although that doesn’t stop him from going out and fighting crime with his friends.

MUSH MEYERS - Mush has the power to heal injuries, although there are limits. He can’t heal things that a newsie has had from birth (Blink’s eye) or that have been damaged for a long time (Crutchie’s leg, which was damaged when he was little), and he can’t bring anybody back from the dead. Other than that, the newsies come to him for most injuries and sicknesses.

[to-be-a-dreamer]

Literally no one asked but I Do Not Care, so have a more detailed description of all the important characters in the Somebody I Kissed Once AU

Katherine Pulitzer

Only child of Joseph Pulizter, the richest man in the county. He gives his daughter everything she could ever want but cares far too much about his own reputation. He puts a lot of pressure on Katherine to "represent him well", thus why she's super involved in extracurriculars, gets top grades, and has the "perfect" boyfriend.

Has been the head cheerleader since junior year and loves her team so so much. They're all best friends and just want to support each other.

Editor-in-chief of the school newspaper and the best reporter/writer on the team. Absolutely loves it and wants to study journalism in college.

Is dating Jack Kelly-Larkin. They met sophomore year, most of which they spent biting each other's heads off (affectionately, though). Jack asked Katherine out at the beginning of their junior year and she said yes. Her father doesn't actually like Jack all that much (he's weird about the fact that he's adopted) but they appear to be the "perfect couple" so he doesn't make them break up or anything.

Sarah Jacobs

Oldest child of Meyer and Esther Jacobs by about twelve minutes. Has a twin brother named David and a younger brother named Les who's in middle school. Family is Jewish because yes.

Plays the marimba in the school marching band. (Idk anything about band kid stereotypes, but this is gonna take the place of the pottery scene in the original because reasons) Mostly joined because her brother and a few other friends were in band, but she does really enjoy it. She's the pit captain but could have been drum major if she wanted to, just wanted to have time for other activities.

President of the botany club, obviously. None of her friends really get it but she loves plants and she grows fresh herbs so her family doesn't complain that she's taken over the back porch with an army of potted plants.

Is a raging lesbian and very proud of it. Doesn't exactly tell everyone about it but it's incredibly obvious to anyone with eyes. Has had a few girlfriends but no one recently.

Jack Kelly-Larkin

Middle child of Miss Medda Larkin. (someone mentioned in the discord that Jack has middle child energy and I will never not use that from now on) Has an older brother named Charlie who's in college and a younger brother named Race who's a grade below him.

Captain of the football team and is hoping to play in college. Doesn't want to go pro, but it's his best shot at getting a scholarship so he's been training hard for the past several years. Loves his team, wants them to do well because some of them do want to play professionally.

Also on the school newspaper, mostly (entirely) because of Katherine. He draws a weekly comic strip and occasionally helps take photos. Prefers drawing to photography but he has a good eye and is one of the only people who can be trusted with the camera. (he's on thin ice after the incident)

Met Katherine because Race joined the cheerleading squad and he liked watching practice. Does not know how to flirt besides being absolutely insufferable so it took a year for Katherine to agree to go on a date with him. Genuinely likes her as a person, enjoys her company, and cares about her a lot.

Buuuuuuut if a certain someone has been catching his eye lately and he's started wondering if he and Kath are better off as friends... well... there's only two months till graduation, he can hold out until then.

Antonio "Racetrack" Higgins-Larkin

Youngest child of Miss Medda Larkin and you can tell. Loves his older brothers dearly and shows them affection by being a little twerp.

On the cheerleading squad and one of the top candidates to be captain once Katherine graduates. Also does dance (ballet and tap), but loves cheerleading especially because he gets to tumble. Probably won't cheer in college so he's getting the most out of it now.

Not in any other school clubs, he just does dance with a studio in town and that's all he has time for. But, he loves going to all of his friends' stuff to watch and support them. (kinda has to be at all the football games, but he reads every word of the school paper and has a few friends in the band so he goes to all the winter concerts.)

Has been dating Albert DaSilva since the middle of sophomore year and they're that couple. So in love that even the people in relationships feel single around them. They're some of the only openly gay students in their school and the only public queer relationship. Some people are rude about it sometimes but they have more than enough friends to stand up for them and it's definitely a minority.

And if Race has noticed Katherine looking oddly jealous of him whenever Albert surprises him at practice, despite her boyfriend (who just so happens to be his brother) being about ten feet away, well... he doesn't comment on it

Other important characters I don't have the mental capacity to talk about rn:

Joseph Pulitzer - Katherine's father and well-known businessman; holds a lot of influence in town; very paranoid about his image

Darcy - Katherine's best friend of whom she tells everything; she can tell Kath's hiding something though (Darcy's a girl in this, deal with it)

Albert DaSilva - Race's boyfriend and the unofficial co-captain of the football team.

David Jacobs - Sarah's younger brother by twelve minutes; plays in the band, haven't decided what instrument yet.

Medda Larkin - Everyone's favorite person in the world; Jack and Race's adopted mother; owns the local theatre.

Hannah - Cheer coach; tough but good at her job

[heliads]

Spot Conlon Masterlist

Cloudy Days - Based on this request: “spot conlon with a gn brooklyn newsie reader? reader’s nickname is sunshine because they’re super cheerful. spot’s gruff with them because he finds it grating when as newsies they live the way they do. he snaps at them and tells them to quit being so weird and happy, but then they do and it makes him realize that he’s relied on seeing their smile every day” Imagine

Breaking, Falling - Based on this request: “spot conlon x reader where they're really good friends but she sees him getting chummy with another girl (only to sell a pape but she doesnt know that). she becomes distant and when he confronts her, feelings come out” Imagine

Out Of My League - Based on this request: “spot conlon x reader where the reader is from a wealthier family and is a little hesitant or resistant to spot at first (maybe they meet because reader wants to buy a pape) but slowly opens up to spot and all that?” Imagine

Of All the People - Based on this request: “Spot Conlon x reader where the reader runs into Spot two days before they go to the newsies lodging house for a new job? Kinda like an enemies to lovers” Imagine

Dating Childhood Friend Spot Conlon Would Include... Headcanons

A Questioning - You’re a journalist in Manhattan, just like your best friend, Katherine Pulitzer. You’ve also been sent to interview the Brooklyn newsies when a certain Spot Conlon catches your eye. Imagine

More Than Just That - (92sies Spot Conlon) You walk a fine line between falling in love with Spot and reminding yourself that you’re still only a friend to him. After a fight, however, you may get a better idea as to how he truly feels about you. Imagine

Arguments and Abandonment -  After a fight causes you to leave Brooklyn and your childhood friend Spot Conlon behind, you decide to trade your old life for Manhattan and try to forget the whole thing. However, your feelings about Spot can’t stay in the past forever, especially when you’re forced to return to Brooklyn once again. Imagine

Prince - Spot’s surprised to find that Brooklyn has a new newsie joining its ranks, a boy he calls Prince who came to his turf from Queens. The only problem is that there may be more to Prince than meets the eye, like the fact that he isn’t a boy but instead Jack Kelly’s sister who ran away from Manhattan. Imagine

Visits to Brooklyn - When Y/N’s older brother Jack Kelly makes her go to Brooklyn to ask Spot Conlon for a favor, she expects the worst. What she finds, however, is a secret she’ll happily keep. Imagine

Angel (Part 1) (Part 2) - Spot Conlon fell in love with you because of your beautiful voice. What will happen when he finds out it’s all because of a dare from Jack Kelly? Multi-Part Imagine

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Adaptation

by, Hexmari by Hexmari Five months ago Jack Kelly lost both of his parents in a car accident. Not wanting him to end up in a home, Jack gains custody of his fifteen-year-old brother Racetrack and moves him into his studio apartment in the heart of Manhattan. Where Jack learns to adapt to these unpredictable circumstances, Race doesn’t handle them with as much grace and gives Jack a hard time every chance he gets. Little does Jack expect that the breath of fresh air he needs would come from falling in love with Race’s English teacher David. Words: 2629, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Racetrack Higgins, David Jacobs, Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Crutchie (Newsies), Spot Conlon, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, Jack Kelly's Father (Newsies), Jack Kelly's Mother (Newsies), Racetrack Higgins' Mother, Racetrack Higgins' Father Relationships: David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, Jack Kelly/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer Additional Tags: Bisexual Jack Kelly (Newsies), Racetrack Higgins & Jack Kelly Are Siblings, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Past Jack Kelly/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Child Neglect, Past Character Death, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly-centric, Jack Kelly Needs a Hug (Newsies), Artist Jack Kelly (Newsies), Protective Jack Kelly (Newsies), Racetrack Higgins Needs a Hug, Gay Racetrack Higgins, Racetrack Higgins Has ADHD, Racetrack Higgins Being a Little Shit, Jack Kelly-centric (Newsies), Grief/Mourning, Mental Health Issues, Therapy, Anxious David Jacobs, Jewish David Jacobs, Gay David Jacobs read : https://ift.tt/FdJgAta - January 03, 2024 at 04:58PM

[5-jorjas-in-the-fence]

K so I asked if y’all wanted it here so here’s some depressing historical newsies facts!

Massive TW/ Death, Su!c!de, Starvation, abuse... basically just assume it’s got it all

Ok so let’s get down to this, don’t say I didn’t warn you. (I’m going to be real blunt and say it as it was)

Albert did actually exist! However two weeks after the strike he killed himself. Not too sure why, but he was only 14 at the time. Could have been because of malnourishment and he figured it would be better to just be gone than suffering and struggling, or perhaps he just wasn’t happy. But either way... our beloved Albert sadly passed :(

Joe Pulitzer did actually have a daughter named Katherine, but she passed away at the age of 2 from pneumonia I think I read? So my queen... :(((( here’s a website I found about more details if you’re interested.

Crutchie? He made it through his teen years, but I assume after he grew out of the working range to be a Newsie, he was left unemployed. Yes he did have polio in a leg, and the poor guy died at the age of 21 from starvation :(

Lodging houses were filled with illnesses. And carts would come collect deceased bodies. The kids had no one to care for them, no funerals, no one to love them, and sadly they were all buried in cardboard boxes in huge masses together. Carts would be stacked to the brim with these boxes, to the point where there were reports of the piles wobbling and even falling.

Most newsies had abusive past. Orphans, run aways, you name it (then again I think any ‘canon’ fan fic will tell you that)

Jack Kelly did not exist. He’s completely a work of fiction, the ‘strike leader’ was actually 14 year old Kid Blink. Not sure why he was degraded in both 92sies and Livesies but uhhhh.. yeah? And he scabbed at one point, leading him to be brutally beaten up by multiple newsies for three days straight until he proved his loyalty to them again.

(Here’s a bit of a happier fact) Spot Collin and Race Higgins are perhaps the same person. We really don’t have much info on them, besides this newspaper insert from 1899, describing Spot and his support for Manhattan while rocking some epic pink suspenders

It’s so easy to romanticise this period of time. Yes 1899 was becoming more advanced, but the Victorian period was full of flaws. It was absolutely disgusting conditions for the working class, and that leaves us wishing to ignore it and instead glorifying and romanticising the beauty of it. It’s ok to seek beauty in the bad; but completely ignoring it isn’t good.

[myfairkatiecat]

My brain is weird and theater obsessed, so, if anyone’s interested in reading a Newsies Anastasia AU, I made one:

Summary:

Dashing conman Jack Kelly and his ex-aristocrat friend David Jacobs hatch a plan to get out of New York with reward money to spend—all they need is a girl to pretend to be the late princess Katherine Pulitzer. But when Katherine Plumber turns up off the streets, with no memory of her past but a voice promising to meet her in Paris, their plot grows more complicated as the evidence begins to show she may be the true princess—and that Jack’s feelings towards her may not be as indifferent as he had hoped.

This is such a niche category of fic so honestly I’m probably the only one even vaguely interested in it but thought I’d put it out there!