#davey asks

[kinniemobile]

genuinely i think if charlie isnt on the qsmp 2 im gonna throw up and die. i will be absolutely inconsolable

im unironically so anxious it feels embarrassing.. but i missed the first qsmp bc i wasnt fixated on anyone in it and i regret it so bad, coincidentally randomly fixating on charlie over the past two months is the only thing that got me into qsmp properly after just kinda stalking from afar the whole time... if hes not in this i know i wont watch it which will feel awful bc like. ITS QSMP 2. THATS HUGE. I WANNA WATCH

[lycheeleeches]

hear me out!! what if... you drew... 92sies javid 🥺👉👈

There’s your Javid as requested :>

[askdaveyj]

MOUTH MOUTH MOUTH

SPOT MADE ME DEAF FOR A DAY.

LIKE ACTUALLY

(@ask-race) (unironically spot gave race a cigar that made bro deaf)

...that's... not how that works... he probably got everyone to mouth words to mess with you Racer.....

[sentiniel]

the beginner's guide asks, "i did this to you; how do i be good? am i good, despite everything i've done to you? despite me hating myself?"

and wanderstop replies, "yes. yes, you are good. say it back to me. okay. good. trust yourself a little more. sit with the pain, discomfort and loss. let yourself grieve. we will be here for as long as it takes. we will only move again when you are ready."

[rooshappy]

OKAY what if each Character had their own part of 'Santa Fe'? After the strike, Crutchie is taken away to the refuge and Jack seemingly disappears. Then the characters sing Santa Fe on their own- unaware that the others are singing their own versions: Jack: FOLKS! We finally got a headline 'Newsie's Crushed as Bulls Attack' Crutchie's callin' me, the kid's just too damn slow. Race (telling Katherine): Guy's are fighting, bleeding, falling. Thanks to good old captain Jack! Jack: Captain Jack just wants to close his eyes and GO! Crutchie: Let me go....! Far away Jack: Somewhere they won't never find me and tomorrow won't remind me of today. When the City's finally sleeping and the moon looks old and grey I'll get on a train that's bound for Santa Fe. Katherine: And I'm gone And I'm done Crutchie: No more running. Race: No more lying. No more fat old men denying me my pay! Crutchie: Just a moon so big and yellow Night turns right into day All: Dreams come true....yeah they do.... Santa Fe Crutchie: Where does it say you gotta live and die here? Race: Where does it say a guy can't catch a break? Katherine: Why should you only take what your given? Why should you spend your whole life living..... Crutchie: Trapped where there ain't no future Jack: Even at 17 Jack and Race: Breakin' your back for someone else's sake Katherine: If a life don't seem to suit you how 'bout a change of scene? Race: Far from these lousy headlines and the deadlines in between! Davey: Santa Fe.... Are you there? Do you swear you won't forget me.... If I found you would you let me come and stay? Crutchie: I ain't getting any younger and before my dying day.... Jack: I need space, I need fresh air Race: Let em' laugh in my face I don't care? All: SAVE MY PLACE, I'll be there. Just be real is all I'm askin' Not some painting in my head Because I'm dead if I can't count on you today I got nothing if I aint got Santa Fe.

[ozzyspace]

the kids have fun at splash mountain <333

i’ve been wanting to draw them with the funny splash mountain bases for a while lolll

[jackmkelly]

i have something to say about jack being touched

[extra-sketch]

The Newsies (happy 125th anniversary to the end of the Newsboys' Strike of 1899)

[we-are-inevitable]

am i in the frame from your point of view? // javid

"Katherine Pulitzer."

"David Jacobs," Katherine says, not even looking up from the Essential Journalism textbook she's currently hunched over. She looks like hell, her red curls all over the place, chunky-framed glasses perched on the tip of her nose, and she's wearing an old navy-colored hoodie that reads Trinity School on the front. Dead week has claimed another life, or something. David thinks she could use a break.

Which is why the next words that come out of his mouth, just three seconds after he very abruptly sat in front of her at her table in the library, are: "Remember how I told you I was swearing off men?"

This catches Katherine's attention, clearly, because she looks up at him, her blue ink pen falling limp to the table. "Oh, David, no. Who is it?"

"Look," He starts, defensive. He takes a breath as he pushes his own glasses up, absentmindedly dusting stray cat hair off his own plain black hoodie. "It's not my fault. I say I'm swearing off men, and suddenly my dream guy walks into my life. I'm dying."

"Who is it?" Katherine asks, shifting in her seat; she brings one knee to her chest and tucks the other foot underneath, folding herself like a pretzel in the uncomfortable wooden chairs of the library. "Do I know him? Do you know him? Or is it another barista?"

David rolls his eyes. "He's not a barista, I don't think," He says, then glances away for a fraction of a second; when he looks back, she already has a knowing look on her face. "And yeah. You know him."

Katherine raises a brow expectantly. "Who is it?"

And David regrets starting this conversation now, a little bit, because he doesn't want to admit it. He wanted to string her along a little. Wanted to tease it out, but she's looking at him like she'll strangle him at any moment if he doesn't tell her, and David knows his sister well enough to know that she only dates girls capable of violence. Katherine fits the bill.

Which is why, when he starts speaking again, he braces for impact before she can try anything. "You can't expect me not to fall in love with your hot friends, okay? It wasn't—"

"Oh my God!" She yells, a little too loud for the library's second floor. "You little slut! You like Jack?!"

"It's a pipe dream," He says immediately, throwing his hands out to his sides dramatically. "He's— okay, he's cute, alright? I can't help it!"

Katherine is grinning wildly at him now, textbook forgotten as she raps her hands against the wooden table. "You like Jack! I knew it! I knew you would like Jack!"

"Oh, please, no you did not," David says with a scoff.

"Uh, yes I did," She says, shooting him a look. "He's, like, exactly your type, Dee."

"I don't have a type."

"He's a goofy beefcake with brown eyes and muscles and curls, and he makes you laugh, and he listened to you talk about your mom's dog, and—"

And to her credit, she keeps listing off things, and to David's chagrin, she's not wrong.

When Katherine mentioned a party at her apartment, David was all for it. Despite his typical "I don't like people" front, David did enjoy the company of the six friends he could tolerate- Katherine, Charlie, Racer, Albert, Spot, and Sarah. Well, five friends, technically, since he's known Sarah since she was thirteen minutes old and he was, well, zero minutes old. Still. Six people.

And then Katherine said there would be a seventh.

A guy named Jack.

The lore there, she explained, is that all of them knew each other from community theater back in the day. Jack, Kath, Charlie, Race, Al and Spot- they've always ran in the same circles- outside of school, at least. Apparently, Kath's dad wasn't too happy that he was shelling out thousands of dollars for private school and she decided to make friends elsewhere, but there was really nothing he could do. Sarah was added to the group when she and Kath started dating in freshman year of college, and David was added not too long after that, but until now, Jack has just been... a story. A story about this funny guy with a megawatt smile and a heart of gold, who packed up and went to college in Santa Fe for college. He's been in town a few times since then, apparently, but David had never met the guy until Katherine's birthday party last weekend.

And he can't stop thinking about him.

Literally. David isn't an artist by any means, but thinking about this Jack Kelly guy- this 5'9 guy with with rich brown skin and bright eyes, with the laugh of a lion and a smile that made David want to throw up- has made David want to etch his "I go hiking in the mountains and bathe in the rivers" body in stone and write a symphony just to capture the sound of his voice singing Happy Birthday purposely off-key. It's maddening, and—

"Hellooo? Earth to David?"

David blinks, then groans and takes his glasses off, haphazardly dropping them in a clatter onto the wooden table as he rubs his eyes with the heels of his palm. "I'm fucked, Kath."

She cackles, loudly, like David's misery is the funniest shit she's ever seen. "Oh, you poor thing. Didn't he follow you on Instagram at the party?"

David responds with another guttural groan.

He can practically feels Katherine roll her eyes. "Okay, dumbass. Text him."

"He's your ex," David says, like this is a crucial detail, like she should hate the fact that David is into him on the basis of we used to date and it's fucked up that you're telling me how much you like my ex, like Katherine and Jack weren't lounging on top of each other all weekend, like they don't FaceTime every other day, like they're not as close as can be. "And he's in fucking New Mexico. I'm not getting attached."

"He's coming back next month, y'know," Katherine points out. She picks her pen back up, twirling it between her pointer and middle finger. "He's graduating a semester early. Next weekend, actually, and then he's moving back."

David finally removes his hands from his face. "You're shitting me."

"I'm not! I swear it." Katherine picks up her phone, and David watches as she swipes through her text messages before sliding the phone across the table. "See? He's moving back on the twenty-third. He's surprising Medda for Christmas."

"Oh, fuck," David frowns. "That's cute. He needs to stop being cute."

"He's moving in with Charlie, so, I mean," She shrugs, "you'll be seeing him a lot soon."

"You're making this worse."

"He has a job lined up already. School counselor for one of the middle schools."

"He likes kids?"

"Loves 'em."

"Fuck me," David sighs, rubbing his forehead as he slides the phone back to Katherine. "So, you're saying I have two weeks to get over him?"

"No, David," Katherine says, deadly serious despite the smirk on her face, "I'm saying you have two weeks until your future husband is permanently in your vicinity."

"He doesn't like me like that," David says, crossing his arms. "You're being a bad friend. You're completely feeding my delusions."

Katherine purses her lips and grabs her phone again, silent. David gulps as he leans forward, trying to watch her screen through her glasses; he can tell she's scrolling through her photos, but after a few moments, she stops. When she slides the phone back, David sees an image on the screen.

An image of a video from her birthday. Paused with David and Jack on screen. David's eyes are wide, and his mouth is open and his lips are quirked, and his eyebrows are raised and his hands are splayed in front of him, and he's obviously mid-sentence about something important (or not important; he doesn't remember much after his fourth drink, but remembers talking about Pokémon and Sabrina Carpenter and the fall of the Catholic church, so the possibilities are truly endless).

Despite the animated, ugly, passionate look on David's face, though, what draws his attention is Jack.

Jack, sitting sideways on the couch with his elbow on the back and his cheek resting against his palm. Jack, his other arm draped, barely holding his bottle of beer. Jack, his gaze soft, staring at David like he's completely enraptured in whatever the fuck he's saying.

David takes in a deep breath, slides the phone back to Katherine, and says, "I want him."

She just grins and responds, "You got two weeks, tiger. This is so happening."

[kinniemobile]

Your designs for Codeflippa and code infected Charlie are similar enough that sometimes I mix the two up but honestly I love it.

Do you think Mariana thought of her husband when she saw Flippa? Do you think he thought of their dead daughter when he saw her husband?

Anywho- Your designs for them all are amazing and I love the way you draw their faces so much

THWNK YOU yea i did it on purpose!!! my au codeflippa is. actually flippa, involuntarily revived by the federation by pumping her with code as makeshift blood. same reactions from every1 though, ppl dont trust her bc she is Obviously a code, the only difference in my au being she is Also flippa. which is hard to get ppl to believe. she knows shes infected her dad but she doesnt wanna be alone, and nobody else trusts her. her worst fear is her dad finding out or coming to terms with the fact shes a code and realizing everyone else was right, therefore shes "not flippa", and she doesn't know how she could explain that away. Sorry for the infodump shes just important to Me. my codeflippa usually looks normal w only green eyes and binary around her, but thatd be boring to draw so i give her glitches n stuff. thats what her form would look like when she has less energy to hold up the perfect look. charlies convinced its just something on the island bc they both have it and so does etoiles so flippa probably just got it too! which she goes along with.

about mariana yeah absolutely.. he sees charlie at his worst and realizes its just a mirror of (code)flippa at her best (considering her true form is literally just full code and mariana knows that shes doing a pretty good job at not looking like it all things considered) and he's like. Fuck! My family is doomed by the narrative!

mariana also doesnt believe shes the real flippa same as in canon. she can tell and it breaks her heart 💔 so she tries to look as normal as she can with him. but definitely slips up once or twice bc of uncontrollable glitches and an unsteady form yadda yadda. Anyways sorry i used your ask to autism out. Hi thank you for the Compliment. Im normal.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

Newsies Uno ReVerse. Davey and Les live in the lodge and sell newspapers to survive, Jack was raised by Medda and when the bank threatens to foreclose the theatre he shows up to sell papers to do his part.

[askdaveyj]

Sarah gave Jack a blue bandana?

-@askdeck or whatever my acc is

Yeah! He wears it when we go out, says he's scared the color will fade if he wears it outside all the time, isn't he so sweet??

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hello! I hope you are doing well.

I found a video on YouTube of Ewan and Davey arriving at the McQueen show on Saturday. Ewan looks great!

I don't know if you will be interested in watching it, but here is the link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4X3lWzv575E

Thank you for sending this! Here it is for anyone else who'd like to see:

[wrylu]

ANOTHER STILL WAKES THE DEEP FAN?? A RENNICK FAN?? YAYYYY!! A SWTD FAN THAT ALSO LIKES RDR2??? YESSSS I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD TIME IN THIS FANDOM! AHH I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH!

OH MY GOD ?!?!?!?! ?! SWTD AND RDR2 FANS ASSEMBLE 🤝🤝 THIS ASK ACTUALLY HAS ME JUMPING FOR JOY YAAAYYYYYY HELLO FELLOW RENNICK FAN !!!!!AND THANK YOUU SO MUCH OOOMGG YOU'RE TOO SWEETIE ☹️☹️/POS

Here's a badly drawn rennick and a kitty rennick for you /Silly

[dave-fucking-miller]

do the neck thing you giraffe

He may never make that joke again.

[more-sonorous]

Idk if someone has already asked you, but favorite Jack and davey headcanons????

mmmm i love this :D i have so so so so so many headcanons for them so i'm gonna try my best to narrow it down lmfaooo

overall

jack never stops drawing davey. he's obsessed. he'll fill sketchbooks with the most mundane things about this boy because he finds him so impossibly pretty

davey is taller, and jack pulls him down into kisses. be it by the tie, the collar of his shirt or his hair-- jack doesn't do tiptoes. davey also loves dropping kisses onto jack's forehead.

davey loves jack's hands. could stare at them all day. he's always wanting to hold them or run his own fingers over the callouses, or rub the constant streaks of paint off-- jack's hands are constantly on his mind

jack could listen to davey read for hours on end and never get tired. there's something about davey's voice, how soft and soothing it is, maybe, that's unfairly addicting. he'll listen to davey read anything, sometimes not even registering the plot in favor of listening to the rise and fall of davey's voice

davey wasn't touchy until he met jack. then he was like 'oh maybe physical touch does make sense as a love language' and there was no going back. they're sort of always touching, whether it's just their pinkies brushing or they're sitting on top of each other. jack's favorite is keeping his hand in the back pocket of davey's jeans, and davey likes to walk with two fingers hooked in jack's belt loop.

davey kisses all of jack's scars whenever he gets the chance.

jack kisses davey's freckles in the same way, if he's not using them to draw constellations.

canon era

jack's always tugging davey around by the tie. there's no stopping him.

jack blows all of his meager spare change on green paints and pastels because he wants to get the color of davey's eyes just right

even though jack's technically catholic, he finds himself obsessively trying to learn everything about judaism to be closer with davey. he wants to understand everything about davey's traditions, and there's something about the way davey lights up with love and passion as he explains his religion that makes jack fall a little bit more in love every time.

modern era

jack steals all of davey's clothes and davey is powerless when it comes to stopping him (he even steals the sweaters that he complains are nerdy, and davey pretends to be annoyed, but the sight of jack in his clothes is just... yeah)

jack learns how to brew tea just for davey and davey teaches himself all of the recipes jack's mamá used to make, even if they're too spicy for him and he gets a runny nose every time he makes one for dinner

davey, a polyglot, did not know spanish when he met jack. jack, fluent in spanish and english and nothing else, wonders how the hell his boyfriend (who fluently speaks languages as difficult as yiddish and polish) doesn't know spanish and takes it upon himself to teach davey. davey is so enamored by the gentle way in which jack teaches that he doesn't tell jack that he picked up spanish fluently about three months after dating him. when jack finds out years later, hell is raised-- but then the happiness he gets from being able to speak his native language with the man he loves the most outweighs any overdramatic feelings of betrayal

can you believe that isn't even it? these are just my favorite ones i could come up with off the top of my head.

thank you so much for the ask oml <3