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bigmack2go · 4 months

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Newsies as Things my friend and me have said bc im shocked i haven’t done this yet

Sarah: THIS!

Sarah: *points at tailor doll*

Sarah: this is the reason i‘m into women!

(Sarah *in a whispered sob*: my hand fits her waist so perfectly….)

Race after getting one single question wrong: if you’re alowed to be dumb, so am i

Albert *shocked*: why is there no crossover of „sing“ and „zootopia??“

Albert: i mean—… NOT EVEN A FANFICTION!

Jack: there are very few names that are acceptable for sausage dogs

Jack *clears throat*….

Jack: NUMBER ONE—

Race:*wakes up david from his much needed afternoon nap*

Race: do u ever mix up the feeling of attraction with the one of jealousy???

Les: so if harry potter is an otter—

Les: and ron weasly is a weasle….

Les: whats hermione??

Albert: anyone else ever wonder how it would go if henry danger went to hogwarts?

Davey (in the middle of a conversation about hotdogs or smt): is there a place where you can give emoji suggestions??

Hotshot: what are you doing?

Autistic!Spot *squatting*: i need to make sure these pants don’t give me over sensory issues

Race: i dont get hyperfixations

Albert: you— you litteraly memorised Hamilton

Race: IT WAS TO KEEP MY BRAIN IN FORM

Katherine: why is it, whenever i find someone hot, they get a haircut???

Albert: SHUT UP YOU LITTLE— YOU LITTLE… i can’t think of an insult but imagine something thats really bad just so you know i am in fact very mad

(Race: woah who would have thought i’d live to see the day albert dasilva isn’t able to think of an insult)

Albert: ok but like… the characterbuilding of pawpatrol is like,,, really fucking good

Albert: like that shit deserves an oscar

Spot: did it hurt when you fell—

Race (litterally from down on the floor): when i fell from heaven?

Spot: no when you-

Race: when i fell for you?

Spot: RACE YOU JUST F E L L OF THE STAIRS

Jack: ah where did i put my crutchie?

Jack: GAYS HAS ABYONE SEEN MY CRUTCHIE?

Jack: damnit why do i keep losing i— ahhh there it is!

Elmer: ask for forgiveness, not permission

Hotsot: *sighs exasperated while watching elmer proceed to pull out a baloon sword with a genuinely evil look on his face*

Jack: you ever notice how you can deescalate literally any situation by [doing smt] as long as the situation is right?

Davey: *blinks* what?

Smalls: soooo i think i may or may not have just accidentally invented backwards stealing

Jack: ugh! Nephew, grandson! Wheres the difference, really??

Jack: i just stepped on my painting

Jack: haha! Look at those cute lil paint pawprints on the floor

Jack:

Jack: wait why do my feet make pawshaped pawprints???

Davey: thats it. Im done. I quit.

Elmer: quit what?

Davey:

Davey: life.

Spot: im trying to work on my anger issues

Albert: you literally just punched somebody

Spot: and it made me less angry

Mrs Kirby: buttons what are you doing here? This isn’t your classroom

Buttons (shamelessly): avoiding my teacher hopefully for another….

Buttons (squinting at the clock):

Buttons (happy as ever): 36 minutes!

Graves: my bf is being homophobic

Hotshot: youre single???

Graves: exactly!!

Davey: i may be antisocial but im still a socialist

Albert: spot, if i dropped dead here and now and race wasn’t there to witness that you didn’t murder me, what would you do with my body?

Spot: bold of u to assume I didn’t murder u

Spot: or need race as a witness

Spot: or—

Albert: OKAY I GET IT

Albert *putting on creme-deodorant*:

Jack: is this hair wax you’re putting under your arms???

Albert:…

Albert: yes.

Albert: it blocks the sweat glands.

Jack: *proceeds to go on about a ten minute speech about how tiktok spreads false information and life hacks*

Race: ow ow ow ow

Spot: what?

Race: i put on the wrong glasses

Spot: race w h a t

Albert: im a left handed green eyed ginger and thats not even the worst part—

Race: there are four types of people.

Race: watch.

Race: *shoves crutchie so he falls*

Jack: *gasps and runs to fight race*

Davey: *gasps and runs to help crutchie*

elmer: *gasps and laughs at crutchie*

Albert: *gasps and laughs at race*

Race: see

Race: *the most satisfied hes beenin his life*

No one:

Absolutely no one:

On this entire planet no one:

smalls *giving b i r t h*: ow ouch ow ah- yeah that does in fact hurt, owowow

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ao3feed-newsies · 3 months

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Forever and Always

by, Oceanic_Cherries by Oceanic_Cherries “She's beautiful.” Race whispered, brushing her head gently. “Ain't she Albie?” All Albert got out was a few stutters. He was too mesmerised to speak. Their baby was actually here and in his arms. Just over a year ago, Race and Albert decided they were ready to have a baby. Obviously, neither of them were biologically capable of having a baby, so they asked around if anybody would be willing to be a surrogate. Sarah, David's twin sister, looked into it and ended up agreeing to it, starting what would be the journey that led them here. Or Race and Albert have a baby, chaos ensues over the coming years. Words: 696, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Spot Conlon, Elmer (Newsies), Sarah Jacobs (Newsies), Jack Kelly (Newsies), David Jacobs, Buttons (Newsies), Crutchie (Newsies), Specs (Newsies), Mike (Newsies), Ike (Newsies), Tommy Boy (Newsies), Splasher (Newsies), Finch (Newsies), Stray (Newsies), Splint (Newsies), Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, Katherine Plumber Pulitzer Relationships: Albert DaSilva/Racetrack Higgins, Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly Additional Tags: Parenthood, Children, Racetrack Higgins Has ADHD, Dancer Racetrack Higgins, Autistic Albert DaSilva, Hard of Hearing Albert Da Silva, Modern Era, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Based on a Tumblr Post, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Aged-Up Character(s), Smalls real name is Charlotte, Race and Albert are Smalls parents, This might be the strangest headcanon I've written a fic for, but screw it, Ralbert fluff, Spot Conlon and Elmer are siblings read : https://ift.tt/lt6iEpL - February 25, 2024 at 08:12AM

#AO3feed #newsies #fanfic #newsies fanfic

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upside-down-theater-kid · 2 years

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Arms Around Shoulders

“Can I put my arm around you?” He nods and I do. “I’m scared, too, y’know. It’s unfair. The price increase for the papes..it’s messed up. It’s ridiculous…but we’ll get through it together. After tomorrow, Pulitzer won’t know what hit him. And Albert….I-I-I,” There are so many words on the tip of my tongue that I can’t say. Not here, not now. “I-I-I’m staying with you, no matter what happens.”

Race doesn't realize just how much he loves Albert until he's injured during the strike.

Content warning: cursing and non-graphic violence (please let me know if I should add something else)

Thank you so much to my friends (including @melancholypolywog) who gave me feedback and @broadwayismybestfriend and @oliviaaaah for the endless enthusiasm!

(There are author's notes at the end)

Read it on ao3!

“I was having the most wonderful dream last night. My lips are still tingling,” says Albert. I roll my eyes.

“Was it about a pretty girl? Why would you want to kiss a girl when you could just sell the papes with me,” I ask sarcastically. It’s a question that I’ve been asking myself ever since we first met.

“No,” he replies. “It was about a leg of lamb!” Just as I’m about to tease him for his love of lamb, he yanks my cigar out of my hand.

“Hey, that’s my cigar!” He throws it several stories down and onto the ground.

“You’ll steal another.” He’s right. I’ve stolen before and I will again. Sometimes it’s cigars, sometimes it’s food in the winter when nobody ever has enough.

“Hey, you two,” shouts Jack. “Get down here or there won’t be any papers left for you to sell!”

“We’re coming! You’d miss me if I wasn’t there,” I yell back sarcastically. Al wraps his arm around me, and the warmth of his hands makes me smile.

“You ready for this, Race,” he asks.

“What kind of a newsie would I be if I wasn’t?” We walk down the fire escape and our footsteps in sync, and are prepared for whatever today will bring us. There’s always something, but it doesn’t matter as long as he’s by my side.

When we make our way down, there are two people that I don’t recognize. One’s a lanky guy with dark hair and nicer clothes than mine who looks to be around Jack’s age. The other is shorter, probably his kid brother.

“You buy back the newspapers that we don’t sell, right,” asks the older one when he reaches the front of the line. Everyone laughs.

“Who do you think you are? If you don’t sell the papes, you eat ‘em!” Wiesel laughs at his own joke. The Delanceys just stare at the new people intently. They give everyone the intense treatment when they’re new, but they always treat the girls harsher than the guys. That prick Morris still picks on Albert a lot, because he hates making eye contact and doesn’t know what to say when caught off-guard. The new guy introduces himself as Davey Jacobs, and his younger brother is Les, a nine year old with the enthusiasm that only comes from being new at this job.

I remember when Al was new around here. I’d been selling papers for a few years, and I had more experience than some of the others. One day, this new kid named Albert DaSilva shows up, and asks me if he knows of any good spots to sell the papers. I offer to show him around, and the rest is history. We were only eleven at the time, but even at that age I felt differently about Al than I did with my other friends. I’d only ever felt that way about some of the girls that I knew, but my feelings for Albert were more intense than that. I always have a wide grin on my face when he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, or when he would briefly look at me. I love talking to him, and I don’t think that I could ever get tired of hearing his voice, even when it’s just him telling me to not be so impulsive. He doesn’t know how much I love him. Telling him never seemed right, but I will. Someday when it feels perfect. Today isn’t that day. Maybe tomorrow will be.

It’s evening outside, and I’m with Al as he’s finishing selling his last few papers. He’s always had a bit of a hard time selling them, but I was fine with staying out a bit later. When we were kids, we made a game of coming up with fake headlines to sell more papers. We still do it to this day.

“You’ve always been good at selling the papes, Race. I don’t know how you do it,” he says with his hands empty and nothing left to sell.

“Awww, come on Al. You’re not half-bad yourself. There’s no one else I’d rather work side by side with, six days of the week.” He smiles his perfect grin at me and I can’t help but do the same. He lets his hair loose. He always looks so handsome when he does that.

“We should be heading back to the lodging house. It’s getting dark out.” He slips his hand into mine as we walk back. We’ve been doing that for a while now. I’m tempted to kiss his cheek, but I can’t. That’s too obvious, even for me, and we’re way more affectionate than our other friends. I’m blushing the entire walk home.

I’ve finished selling my papes and Al drags me into an alley and draws me close and his lips are almost touching mine and - the bell rings. It was all just a dream. A fantasy that will never come true. I drowsily walk downstairs and towards another day of work. Jack is first in line for his papers, like always.

“It’s sixty cents for a hundred papers, Kelly,” says Wiesel as Jack gives him his 50 cents.

“But it’s always been fifty cents,Weisel,” he protests.

“Not anymore,” sneers Oscar. “Sixty cents, pay up.” Everyone murmurs. Why is he doing this? We barely survive as it is, and now we have to pay an extra dime for the same amount of papes?

“That’s bullshit. Pulitzer is already wiping his ass with cash, so why should we have to pay an extra ten cents?” Everyone else starts screaming along with me. Albert starts tapping his foot with no sign of stopping. Davey stares at Jack intently as he leads everyone away from the Delanceys and Weisel. I stay back with a nervous Albert.

“Can I put my arm around you?” He nods and I do. “I’m scared, too, y’know. It’s unfair. The price increase for the papes..it’s messed up. It’s bullshit…but we’ll get through it together. After tomorrow, Pulitzer won’t know what hit him. And Albert….I-I-I,” There are so many words on the tip of my tongue that I can’t say. Not here, not now. “I-I-I’m staying with you, no matter what happens.”

“So will I, Race,” he replies. He’s stopped stimming, and I think he’s less worried. He leads me towards everyone else. He holds my hand. He’s never done that before. I smile at him and he grins back. I love him.

“Race! Albert! You ready to strike tomorrow,” says Finch.

“You bet we are,” I shout back. Albert raises his fist with a grimace on his face.

“Hey, you three! I need to talk to you,” says Jack as he approaches us.

“What about,” I ask as he sits down next to us.

“You three,” he begins. “Have always had a knack for getting yourselves into trouble. Mostly Race and Finch,” Al smiles at that. “And you especially Race. You just say whatever you think,” he pauses. “Just…..don’t get yourselves hurt or into trouble tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” we murmur in agreement. Elmer is shouting about something that we can’t make out.

“Hey, quiet down! Some of us need to get some sleep before a strike,” Jack hollers. With that, people start quieting down. No one wants to disrespect the authority of our new union leader. Both he and Finch leave.

It’s dark out here on the fire escape stairs at night. Normally Al would be looking up at the sky and gazing at the stars, but he’s looking at the ground, deep in thought.

“Hey, Race,” he asks. “How long do you think this strike will last? Those trolley workers have been striking for three weeks now… Do you think that will happen to us?”

“I don’t know how long it’s going to last. I don’t know how long it will be before they put the price of the papes back down to normal. It can’t last three weeks. It can’t. We can’t go three weeks without pay, because that’s three weeks without food….” I can’t stop myself from spiraling. Albert wraps his arm around me.

“Race, breathe in. Breathe out. It will be okay. You have me, remember?”

“But, Al,” I protest. “Nothing is going to happen from this. We’re just teenagers without a plan.”

“We’re teenagers with a cause and Pulitzer can’t top that, can he?” He glances at me briefly and I look back at him. He does his happy stim and looks away from me. I wish I knew why. “We should probably be going to sleep soon,” says Albert.

“Oh yeah, we should. Good night!”

“Good night.” He smiles at me before walking away. I wish I had the guts to say “I love you.” before I told him “good night.” Someday I will. Someday.

Albert is stimming as we’re waiting for the newsies from other boroughs to show up, and I put my hand on his shoulder.

“Do you think they’re coming,” I ask him. I don’t think they are, but I don’t know if I’m the only pessimist here.

“No,” he replies. “I think we’re on our own for the strike.” He squeezes my shoulder. Several minutes pass by and murmurs of “no one is coming” and “it’s just us” become more and more common. Scabs start lining up to get their papes.

“Davey, please.” I hear Jack plead from a few feet away. “You’ve got to say something. Convince them to stand with us on the strike.” He stares at him.

“Listen up,” Davey turns towards them. “Maybe the others aren’t coming. Maybe we’re on our own. But we still have to get out there and fight for what is right. We need to seize the day. We’ll find a way to stop this…” I tune him out. I’m so worried about everyone and what could happen to them if this doesn’t go according to plan. I don’t think I could stand to see any of the others hurt. I couldn’t stand it to see Albert hurt. If the strike fails, I don’t know what will happen to us, and if we’ll get carted off to the Refuge or what. Albert can’t get stuck there, he can’t.

When I finally snap out of it, they’ve joined us, and so have some others. They’re teenagers around our age, hired muscle to stop us from striking. They throw the first punches. I’m able to fight them off, but I’m still getting bruises that will look nasty tomorrow, and it looks like Al will as well. The others are having a harder time, and Les and Specs are getting beat up pretty bad. Suddenly, the police arrive.

“Finally! It was about time you showed up!” Right after Specs says that, one of those pigs punches him. Fuck the police. They start pummeling the other newsies and screaming at them to stop striking. They’re going to keep on hurting them, the only people that I’ve ever considered my family. I stay by Albert’s side. Some thugs start punching us and we punch back. I’m bruised and sore, but I’m able to keep going and fight them off. Al is able to get one off him as well, but I’m worried that he’ll have a black eye tomorrow.

We’re about to go help our friends with their fights, but the Delanceys appear and Oscar hits me before I can make the first move. I wish the pain would stop for just a second, and for my ears to stop ringing. Morris punches Al in the stomach. I try to help him, but Oscar shoves me to the ground before I can do anything. My head is pounding and I’m bleeding a bit. Just as I stand up, he does it to me again. It looks like Morris is giving Albert the same treatment. Everything is sore, and my nose is bleeding. Once I’m up and have regained my balance, I’m able to deliver some punches to Oscar with sore and swollen fingers.

“Eat shit,” I shout. Just as I’ve almost got him to the ground, Morris kicks Al repeatedly and stomps on his leg. Albert howls in pain as the brothers run away to torment someone else.

Time seems to slow down as Al is falling to the ground. Everyone is screaming and fighting around us, but I tune it all out. I can’t hear or see anything happening around me. There’s just his face and the tears in his eyes that he’s holding back and the ones that are already falling down; his swollen and bloody lip and his unruly hair. Just before he falls to the ground, I catch him in my arms.

“Al, I love you,” I say softly before he goes unconscious. Time goes by in a blur as I pick him up and run through the crowd. I need to get him to the lodging house. Somewhere safer where no one is trying to beat him up. I’m able to get to the lodging house and lie him down. I hope he’s okay. I need him to be okay. I can’t lose anyone else.

It’s getting dark outside when Al opens his eyes and tries to sit up.

“Race? Is that you,” he asks quietly. I can’t stop myself from grinning.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m glad you’re awake. I was so worried about you.” It’s getting late, and for a while I didn’t know if he would even wake up.

“I think I need to lie down,” mumbles Albert and he puts his head back down. I lie down next to him. We gaze into each other’s eyes for a second before he looks away. “What happened when I was knocked out,” he asks. I pause for a second.

“After you were knocked out, I ran you up here,” he nods. “A few hours later, Davey came by to tell me that Snyder took Crutchie. He took Crutchie to the Refuge,” I say solemnly.

“Wait, you stayed here all day waiting for me to wake up,” he asks.

“Yeah, of course I did,” I reply. “What did you expect? That I would just leave you here all alone?”

“Before the strike I thought that you would have just…kept on protesting without me,” he says slowly.

“I needed to make sure that you were safe. If I had left you here and something bad happened…..I don’t think I could have forgiven myself.” As he blushes and inches closer to me, he makes eye contact.

“I sort of remember what you said before I passed out. And….did you actually that you love me? Or did I just imagine that?” My jaw drops. He remembered that? What do I say to him? “I hope you said it, because I love you too.” My heart is pounding. I don’t know what to say. “Race,” he pauses. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” I answer softly. I never thought we would, but we do, and for a moment it feels like it’s just me and him alone in the world.

“I’ve dreamed of doing that for such a long time,” I say softly.

“How long,” he asks.

“Around the time when we first met. I felt differently about you from anyone else I knew,” I’ve wanted to tell him this for so long. He smiles.

“I’ve always loved the only newsboy who let me sell papes with him when I was new.” I brush his loose hair away from his eyes.

“Selling with you on your first day was the best decision I ever made.” I look at him for a second. “Can I kiss you again?”

“For sure.”

Author's Notes:

oH nO oUr AlBeRt It'S bRoKen

(I know it's an outdated reference but I couldn't resist)

I was going to write this in third person...but I didn't want to get out of my comfort zone and once I started I couldn't stop. Hopefully it will be different in the next fic.

#reblogging to get the word out is appreciated #newsies #newsies fanfiction #ralbert #race x albert #albert x race #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #autistic albert dasilva #autistic character written by an autistic person #the word 'stimming' wouldn't have been used at the time but i don't care #canon-era #takes place during canon with some adjustments #bi racetrack higgins #bi albert dasilva #cursing tw #chaotic fanfiction from me

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stim-sies · 2 years

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📰 Albert DaSilva Stimboard in Red for Anon 📰

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#I'm choosing to believe this is Albert putting on his first pair of noise cancelling headphones and being enchanted by the peace and quiet #newsies #stimsies #newsies stims #stimboard #livesies #newsies live #Broadway #albert dasilva #albert newsies #autistic albert dasilva

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spickelly · 4 years

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Can we talk about autistic newsies instead of nsfw

yes please!!

albert, finch, jojo, davey, mush and les autistic (thank u for the last two hehe). they simply are.

anyways here: one headcanon about each of them

albert has the hardest time with instructions as a mixture of being hoh and autistic

a couple of the other newsies notice and so albert suddenly starts finding that whenever theyre given an instruction someone writes it down for them

finch isnt the most expressive person so people assume he's upset even when he so rarely is. he doesnt rlly get it when people ask if he isnt happy because well. he is.

jojo will infodump So Much, also they start absent-mindedly bouncing whenever they infodump. just a little bit, they dont even notice but anyone can see how excited they are to talk about their special interests.

davey will be like : *executive dysfunction noises*. he hates it. oh also he loves the texture of like knitted wool.

dont put mush near super bright or clashing lights. ever. please.

les cant regulate volume for shit

#lmao thats it #just so u know im allistic so like if anything i said was wrong just let me know #newsies #newsies the musical #autistic albert dasilva #autistic headcanons #autistic davey jacobs #autistic newsies #autistic mush meyers #autistic jojo de la guerra #autistic finch cortez #newsies headcanons

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racehas2hands · 7 years

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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

#albert dasilva #newsies #autistic albert dasilva #i love my boy #i might make another post of strictly headcanons like what he does to stim and stuff like that #and i totally wont self project probably maybe #kira thinks

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loviess · 4 years

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ALBERT DASILVA LOVE OF HISTORY,PLANTS AND DINOS

(aka hcs that i infodumped in my friend @autisticalbert dms last night at 2 am)

-their love of history started when they first read percy jackson and they were like “i need to learn everything about ancient greece right now” so they spent forever reading and learning everything they could.

-next had to do with the roman empire and it’s connects made while certain rulers where in place so like roman and Egypt during the times of Cleopatra and Julius Caesar

-their biggest one is on the history of locations so like how they were built and the process it took. a lot of it though was trying to find out what happened in those buildings

-war history is also a big one too

-but ww1&2 is one of their faves to talk about

-also a lot of it is wars that took place before those

-so like the battle of alexandria or the wars between rome and greece

-they like to learn how they planned their battle strats and how they assembled their armies

-also the weapons they used in ancient times instead of the more modern ones

-since a lots changed since then

-ww1&2

-the politics is probs the thing their most intrigued abt

-just how the governments reacted to certain things and along with how they expressed their actions

-they have a lot of books

-and i mean a LOT

-race and them had to build a bookshelf just so they could fit all their books in their room

-bcs they didn’t want them to be stored in boxes

-even though race thought it made the most sense

-“but what if i wanna read a certain one and it’s not on the shelf?”

“just grab it from the box.”

“but it’d be much easier with a shelf.”

- so race caved bcs he loves them

-albert is very content bcs now they can easily find the books they wanna reread with ease

-race will buy albert history books when ever they can along with comics

-race just really loves when they talk abt it bcs of just how happy they get over discussing it even though albert always feels like their annoying them

-albert the person everyone comes to when they need help with history and they just get so happy every time bcs someone’s interested in them talking abt their love for it

-PLANT HISTORY

-they love plants a lot so they spend a lot of time learning everything them can about them and that includes the history of them

-a lot of when they started to appear, original countries, where their most commanly found

-it’s part of the reason how they end up getting a job at a greenhouse just bcs they know so much about them

-their not much of a flower person bcs it makes their allergies act up but boy they sure love the history of them

-ferns are also very interesting to them

-idk why but they are

DINOS

-they like correcting ppl on how most dinosaurs they thought existed at the same time didnt

-and the fact that they like like so many years apart

-bone location is also interesting

-bcs they like to chart out where certain ones where most commonly found

-they also have gotten the dinosaurs dig things when they were younger that when you dig you can find the bones and put them back together

-they still don’t mind getting them bcs they’re always new ones to be found

#asis hcs #newsies albert #albert dasilva #enby albert #I LOVE THEM A LOT #also jua im glad u enjoyed these #newsies #newsies hc #i really just love them #their so presious to me its unreal #me 🤝 albert : enby #aka a project by yours truely #in the words of jua: funky lil autistic #BCS THEY ARE

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orangesand-lemons-234 · 12 days

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Javey and Ralbert coded

In my opinion

#i love headcanoning my favourite guys to have autism #david found them online and bought them for him and jack #they swap them around sometimes depending on the day #(i hc theyre both autistic)#race got them for alberts birthday and albert thinks they're fucking hilarious #they wear them as often as they can #newsies #newsies headcanons #javey #jack kelly #david jacobs #ralbert #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #autistic davey jacobs #autistic albert dasilva

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ya-what--ya-erster · 20 days

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Mistake, Regret, or Something to that Level

PROOF-READ CREDIT TO: @waiting-makes-me-antsy Thank you!!

Albert/Davey UNREQUITED, prequel to Goodbye Don't Last Forever

kinda angsty, enjoy.

David was lost. Completely and totally lost. How was he supposed to carry on when the center of his world just up and left without a word to him?

He didn't really know how to cope long term, but he knew that a visit to his best friend's house might just help.

Ever since Francis left David (a year ago), David and Albert had become the closest of friends (except for Race and Albert, but Race was off in Australia being an impressive dancer). The two were almost inseparable. Seeing one or the other alone was a rare occurrence which was usually met by some sort of joke about how joint at the hip the two boys were.

So David was on his way to Albert's apartment in January, wearing flannel sweatpants and a sweatshirt with a cute snake drawing on the front (Albert gave it to him). It was cold, and snowy, and he regretted not putting on a coat or a hat or anything, but it wasn't far to Albert's place.

By the time David knocked on the door, he thought he was going to die of the cold, but Albert saw him and immediately pulled him into the apartment and handed him a blanket.

"Dave, are you alright?" Albert asked, taking a seat next to him on the couch.

"No." David leaned sideways onto Albert, burying his face in his shoulder.

"Oh, come here." Albert put an arm around David. "You need to get drunk."

"Yeah I do."

...

Several hours (they think) later, the two are flat-out wasted.

David got honest when he got drunk, and never remembered anything afterwards, and Albert just got crazy (and maybe a little more confident).

"What if she was the only one I was meant to be with?" David asked.

"She wasn't." Albert laughed like it was the silliest thing he'd ever heard.

"But nobody could love me like I thought she did."

"But I love you." Albert's smile spread across his face. "You're my best friend."

"But don't people in love kiss? And boys can't kiss boys."

"I've kissed boys."

"Oh."

The boys fell silent, and then Albert burst into laughter again.

"What's so funny?" David asked (but he was smiling).

"Would you kiss me if I was a girl?"

"I would kiss anything if it were Francis."

"So pretend I'm her, then. It'll make you feel better to kiss someone."

"But-"

Albert cut Davey off with a deep, drunk kiss on the mouth.

And Davey liked it.

Davey wanted more of that feeling.

So he kissed back.

He could do whatever he wanted, he decided. It wasn't like there was anyone to tell him no, except for Albert who had initiated the kiss.

Very quickly, the kiss turned into more. Shirts unbuttoned, hands in hair, and the possibility of several purple marks to appear in the morning.

"Should we keep going?" Albert asked.

Davey blamed it on the fact that he was drunk that he said yes.

...

David woke up not in his bed. Albert's bed, he knew, from the many times he'd slept over.

David immediately felt guilty wash over him. Had he seriously kicked Albert out of his own bet just to fuck some girl that was not even there anymore? He didn’t really know, he couldn’t really remember, but it was fairly obvious in his mind that he had fucked someone. And Albert didn't do well with change in routine, Davey knew that. He was feeling worse and worse about it the more he thought, so he made a move to get up and go apologize.

The headache was not good as he stood up out of the bed and headed into the kitchen area of the apartment.

“Sorry for taking up your bed last night Al.”

“Doesn’t bother me.” Albert smiled. He handed David a glass of water and two ibuprofen pills. “This might help a bit.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

“So. Uhm. Happen to know the identity of the girl I slept with in your bed last night or…”

Something flashed across Alberts face. Hurt. But he picked up quickly with a laugh.

“You should be asking who the guy was.”

“The… A guy?”

“Yessir.”

“Okay so uh who was this potential guy that I-“

Albert pressed a quick kiss to the tip of David’s nose, quieting him.

“Hi there.” He said with a little smile.

(Albert was dying inside. He wasn't this forward. He wasn't this confident. He wasn't this person who was flirting shamelessly with his best friend.)

“Oh.”

“Is that… is that okay?”

“Al, I… I didn’t even know- But I don’t even remember it so how am I supposed to know what it felt like? I don’t-“

“I could kiss you again.”

“What?”

“I said I could kiss you again.”

David didn’t respond, so Albert just cupped his face in his hands and kissed him.

Pulling away after a moment, David blinked. “Is that what that’s supposed to feel like? I never- it was never like that with her.”

“Good way or bad way?”

“Good.”

“Well, Dave. It must be really confusing for ya, all this. But… I’d like to help you along the way, if you’ll accept?"

"I don't think... Al, I don't think I can. I don't think I love you like that and I'm sorry-"

"That's alright, Davey. It is what it is."

...

Albert kept a smile on his face for two more hours while Davey hung around in his apartment awkwardly, too tired to walk himself home yet.

Albert, who was majorly stressed out, would have offered to walk him home. But, he didn't want to seem rude, and he didn't want to face the outside world with its flashing lights and loud noises and people bumping into him every five seconds.

As soon as Davey left, though, everything came crashing down.

Albert was stupid. Stupid to have done what he did. Stupid to have hoped that it would work out.

Mostly, though, he was stupid for falling in love with his best friend.

It wasn't fair that Davey was that effortlessly pretty and glamorous and nice and smart and perfect. Albert never even stood a chance.

So who could blame him, really, for crying? He had wrecked his perfectly routine life and possibly his relationship with his best friend.

He called Race in a desperate attempt to feel better, but it didn’t help much because then he just missed Race too. Why couldn’t Race be in the United States? Why did he have to be so far away?

Albert closed his eyes as he sat down on the couch, trying to make the tears go away. Crying made his head hurt.

But, despite that, Albert cried himself to sleep that night.

#alvey #alvey?#dalbert #also questionable #Davey/albert #David jacobs #Albert dasilva #Albert dasilva/Davey jacobs #UNREQUITED GUYS ITS SAD #kinda angsty #prequel to Goodbye Don't Last Forver #newsies #newsies fanfic #newsies live #autistic Albert dasilva #sad boy david #Francis is just Jack pre-transition

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