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the history of newsgirls is legitimately more interesting to me than anything else so the fact they’re so wildly excluded from professional productions is Insane to me

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Davey: I trust Jack.

Katherine: You think he knows what he's doing?

Davey: Well I wouldn't go that far.

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jack: woah you really got a crush on Spot Conlon? He’s got more power, muscles, and is probably a better fighter than you

race: exactly, what a man

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Rewatching the pro-shot and there are small things I'm noticing for the first time six years later.

Example: When Buttons says "I won't be last in line for the tub tonight" you can faintly hear someone say "yeah but you're still gonna smell" 😭

#reblogging this so i can check for all of these tidbits next time i rewatch LMAOOO #i fucking adore that ensemble

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gay gay homosexual gay

bonus:

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Albert not wearing his hat backwards?!?!

#WHO ARE YOU & WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH ALBERT 😨 #that is NOT him #i refuse to believe it #turn that hat AROUND.

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Davey: Jellyfish have been living for over 600000 years without brains

Jack: A ray of hope for Race then

#LMAO? #he's got a chance 🙏

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AARON LOHR & TREY PARKER as Mush Meyers and Kid Blink

NEWSIES (1992) dir. kenny ortega

BONUS:

#thinking abt them... #ougfhdhdgx #blush my beloved

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hear me out people

modern!ralbert skating together (Albert on a skateboard, race on roller blades)

#this sounds... #oddly familiar... #hmmmmmm

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spot the difference (level: very hard)

#hEY THAT'S MY CIGAH ‼️ #you'll steal anotha 🙄😒 #newsies #newsies broadway #livesies #racetrack higgins #racetrack newsies #ben cook

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#david jacobs

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Race: Davey, Are you okay?

Davey: Define okay

Race: Are you breathing?

Davey: Do small, panicked breaths count?

Race: Yeah

Davey: Then yes, I’m okay

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Jack: what are you up to?

Spot: nothing

Jack: i wasn't aware 'nothing' is code for staring at Race like he's God but ok

#the spot conlon autistic stare™️ strikes again #he's so smitten

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hear me out people

modern!ralbert skating together (Albert on a skateboard, race on roller blades)

#albert would SO be a skater boy #your mind is huge #this headcanon is mine forever #thank you

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race drops onto spot's couch with a sigh. spot is already home, cooking something in the kitchen. "race, ya didn't tell me you were coming over!" he calls.

"i didn't plan on it. i was too tired to walk all the way back to my place." race settles into the couch a bit more, waiting for spot to join him. eventually, spot does, with an extra bowl of pasta for him.

"why ya so tired?" spot asks. race drops his legs into spot's lap.

"i was up late working on an assignment."

"you're dead on your feet, race. eat and then we can lay down and watch something, okay?"

"i'll get outta ya hair in a second, spot, promise."

"sweetheart, you're my boyfriend and you're half asleep as it is. relax. you can stay as long as you want." race nods as he starts to eat. spot turns something on the tv. he's too tired to focus very much on it.

he sets his empty bowl on the coffee table. spot will take it out to the kitchen. he quickly loses track of time and finds himself falling asleep on spot's couch. "race," spot nudges him. "sweetie, c'mon, it's your bedtime."

"super funny," race mumbles, not opening his eyes.

"seriously, i have a bed for a reason."

"tryna get me into bed, spottie?" race snorts at his own joke and then stops as spot grabs him. he always forgets how strong spot is. "put me down," he says as spot throws him over his shoulder. "this is so embarrassing." spot sets him on the edge of the bed.

"i've got some pajamas you've left here if you wanna change." race nods, smiling at spot. he changes and goes back to spot's room, finding him already laid down and reading some sort of book. there's a tea on his night stand. race takes a sip of it as he walks by.

"god, i forgot that your tea is practically just sugar." he pretty much climbs on top of spot, putting his head on spot's chest. he feels whatever book he's reading settle between his shoulders. "that's a sharp book."

"so get off of me and it won't be on you anymore."

"no." he smiles, listening to spot's heartbeat against his chest. spot's hand runs through his hair as he falls asleep.

he should be tired around spot more.

#sprace... #ougfdhhdgh #i love them #they're so #wah

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Race: Do you think I could fit in the dryer? Albert doesn’t think I can

Finch: I don’t know, let’s-

Specs: Let’s, and i cannot stress this enough, not find out