looking back at this blog from when i was a newsies obsessed 13 year old is so odd and nostalgic especially since im in a production of newsies now😭
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my new account is @dreamlinerss
😑😢😢😢😢😢
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heyy so im making a new account for spam and basically stuff that isn’t art! this will just be an account i post art stuff on so yaa i will keep you guys updated on what my new account is, you don’t have to follow since it’s more of a personal account for new things im interested in so YA
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help a black college student pay for tuition
i don't normally do this type of thing, but it's getting to the point where i can't do this by myself anymore. im in the process of trying to find a job, but one of the payment periods for my tuition is coming up and im broke.
so im asking if you could please donate if you can. you don't have to if don't want to. and if you can't, can you please signal boost. i would really appreciate it.
paypal: malayarw
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put in the tags of the person u reblogged this from if theyre a sun or a moon
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I'd care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.
Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.
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for all my newsies followers
MY FRIEND LITERALLY TOOK A LIVE PHOTO OF BEN FANKHAUSER ON HIS PHONE HELLO??? SHES LITERALLY FRIENDS WITH JER JOR AND HER MOM IS PLANNING BENS COUSINS WEDDING
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Let’s Dance 🎷
Dirty Dancing (1987)
Flashdance (1983)
Pretty In Pink (1986)
The Breakfast Club (1985)
Footloose (1984)
Risky Business (1983)
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ABBA waited until our darkest moments, when the world needed them most, and then they returned.
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notes: really short fic for @naturallesbain and yeah it’s mostly dialogue but we manage
ship: dallypop
words: 380
warnings: none
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Soda rolled over, half of his body now over Dally’s. “Mm... It’s dark in here,” he mumbled, burying his face in the pillow. He was still half-asleep, which was valid for how late it was.
“Yeah, what’d you expect? It’s like two in the morning Soda,” Dally replied. “What’re you doing up anyways? Bad dream or something?” Soda’s dreams were never awful, but if he could get real shaken up by them.
Sodapop rolled onto his back again, distancing himself from Dallas by a bit. “Guess so. I don’t really remember it. It wasn’t that bad though,” Soda gave a little smile to show he was alright. “How long have you been up?” Soda asked, sitting up and leaning against the headboard.
“I don’t know. Like thirty minutes? Somethin’ like that,” he responded, sitting up himself. “You oughta get back to bed, don’t you got places to be in the morning?”
“Yeah but not until ten, I’ll be fine for a bit,” Soda said with a shrug. “Are you tired or something?”
“Nah, not really. You?”
Soda glanced at Dally. “I’m not that tired right now. I think I’ll be up for another hour or so but we’ll see,” he said, flattening some wrinkles from his shirt. Soda stood up, reaching across the bed and pulling Dally up with him. “Wanna go for a walk? I’m too bored to stay here.”
“Where do you wanna go?” Dally asked, bringing his hand away from Soda’s and back to his side. He didn’t hate having his hand in his, but it felt almost awkward to be just standing and holding hands without anything else.
Soda stayed quiet for a couple seconds, but he spoke up as he moved towards the door. “I don’t know. You wanna wander with me?” he asked, flashing a smile.
“Yeah, okay,” he answered, giving a smile back. Dally tossed one of Soda’s jackets at him. “It’s gonna be cold, put it on.”
Sliding the jacket on, Soda headed for the door. “What’re you gonna wear? You’ll be cold too,” he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.
“I got mine,” he answered, pulling his off a chair and putting it on. “Ready?”
Sodapop opened the door and held it open. “Yeah, c’mon,” he said, leaving the house after Dally.
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