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walkman-cat · 5 months
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a spy is a spy is a spy is a spy
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wekiaam · 11 months
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"Yours is definitely a lot better." "Are you kiddin'? That looks just like me."
@greensleeves-redhead asked me to draw Javey!!! Thank you so much bestie I had so much fun making this<33
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livesincerely · 3 months
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“Jack,” Davey murmurs, close enough that he can feel the whisper of his breath against his cheeks. “Apparently you haven’t noticed, but we’ve been dating for years. Tomorrow is our three-year anniversary.”
Jack, who had been swaying towards the warmth of Davey’s body, towards the promise of a kiss, freezes dead in his tracks. “What?”
But Davey just smiles. “Three years,” he repeats calmly.
“No, no, I heard you the first time, I jus’…” Jack shakes his head, hard, as if that with somehow make any of what’s happening make any kind of sense. “What?”
“When’s the last time you had sex with anyone but me?” Davey prompts—impossibly patient, all things considered. “Or went out on a date? Gave someone your number?”
“Not in fuckin’ ages,” Jack sputters, offended at the very thought. “You an’ me, we’ve got a good thing goin’. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“You wouldn’t cheat on me?” Davey specifies, tilting his head.
“Course not!”
“Why would it be cheating if we aren’t together?” Davey asks, pointedly.
Jack stares at him, trying to find the riddle hidden in Davey’s question. Because… Because…
“Oh,” he says blankly.
Davey laughs, curling his hands around Jack’s waist. “Oh,” he agrees.
“Three years?” Jack asks weakly.
“Jackie,” Davey sighs, apparently realizing that Jack needs this spelled out to him. “We live together. We share a bedroom. We spent last Christmas at your mom’s house and you introduced me to Charlie’s kids as ‘Uncle David’.”
“Oh,” Jack says again, because it really bears repeating. “How the hell have you managed to put up with my dumbass for three fucking years?”
“It probably helps that I’m madly in love with you,” Davey says, rolling his eyes even as another soft smile curls over his lips.
“Huh,” Jack says. It’s maybe not the best response, but it’s honestly a miracle he manages to say anything at all.
“You’re in love with me too,” Davey helpfully informs him.
“Well, I knew that part,” Jack huffs. Then, “How did you know that?”
“Because I know you,” Davey says, lacing their fingers together. “But feel free to say it aloud any time you like.”
“I love you, too,” Jack murmurs.
Davey’s smile is like the first days of spring: bright like sunshine, full of promise and full of hope.
And the taste of his kiss is even better.
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emmedoesntdomath · 1 month
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this might just be a me thing, but I’m such a fan of characters not referring to themselves with their nickname. like. they’re doing a whole inner monologue, and it’s sad, and depressing, and generally pathetic, but then their best friend calls them their nickname and it’s like. oh. yeah :)
because they may suck in their own heads. they could very well be the worst person alive in their own little brains. but when someone they care about calls them that one thing with that one tone of voice, suddenly they suck a little less. suddenly they’re less of a screw up. suddenly the serotonin hits their system and it’s like watching a light come on.
they might not be good enough, but the person everyone thinks they are is, and secretly, that makes them feel just a little bit better.
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pigeonwit · 2 months
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“Davey – Day, c'mon, y’ain’t makin’ any sense…” Jack says gently, rubbing his hand across Davey’s shoulders. “I mean, d’ya just not like her? ‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, sometimes a girl just ain’t the one-”
“But she was.” Davey insists, and he feels all the more like a child for it. “She – she was smart, a-and funny, and beautiful, and if there was ever a girl I could’ve liked, could’ve – could’ve been with, it’d be her, b-but I… I just…”
He takes a painful breath, his voice crushed - like shards of glass - into his throat.
“Jackie, I don’t…” He whispers as hot tears scald his cheeks. “I think there’s something wrong with me?”
His voice pitches up at the end like a question – but he knows the moment the words are said, the moment the thought is finally put into existence, that it’s not. There’s something wrong with him. He knows it. He knows it. And now Jack does, too.
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loiteringandlurking · 6 months
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javey but jack has to stand on a stair to get to davey's eye level. javey but jack has to go on tiptoe AND pull davey down to kiss him. davey who is long and gangly who doesn't know what to do with himself when this happens. davey who trips over often bc jack is staring at him and it makes him nervous. jack with no dignity who stares openly, eyes boring into davey. race who makes fun of davey for this at every possible opportunity. davey who did NOT sign up for this ... long Davey x short but STRONG jack .... thank you for coming to my Ted talk
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jasperscringepit · 7 months
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I loved you like the sun.
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Hello tumblr!! I’m not dead, surprise! I’ve been busy with uni, and my mental health took a swift nosedive at the start of term. I’m still struggling to be honest, but I had no uni work for this weekend so I had time for indulgent newsies fanart so yippee!! I was also avoiding tumblr to prevent both bbc ghosts and ofmd season 2 spoilers, but I’m caught up on both now and am going slightly insane about both. Hopefully I’ll be a little more active from now on, but I’m still having to be gentle with myself.
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cowboy-caboodles · 5 months
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happy sunday, have some race doodles 🧡
btw i know i switched his and spot’s color palettes for their costumes but i’m basing it off of what my school did bcs honestly?? Race kinda kills in red
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i-didnt-do-1t · 8 months
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still can’t get over Jack singing ‘let me go, far away, somewhere they won’t never find me’ as if sante fe is not the First Place that everyone would look if he disappeared
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somanywords · 6 months
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me: knows that the lyrics needed enough syllables to fit the music
also me: showcasing davey's character growth not only by having him turn slowly blue-colored and dress more casually, but ALSO by having him pick up the trend of absent nicknames and give the first nickname to the guy that gave him this new window into a life of freedom and friendship AND no one else uses jackie, marking it as something totally new made up by davey, just for davey, a new step in his growing up, in his life as a newsie, in his relationship with jack, is pure GENIUS
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we-are-inevitable · 10 months
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the thing about david jacobs is that everything is in character. you try to write him out of character? it’s still in character. that bitch doesn’t even know who the fuck he is himself so how are we ever supposed to get it right. hes so weirdgirl. he’s so murderer. he’s so comedian. he’s so introverted librarian who never speaks. he’s so never shuts the fuck up and everyone hates him for it. hes so club twink. hes so secluded woodsman in a cabin. he’s so lawyer teacher nonprofit owner grocery store bagger barista waiter. he’s so never shuts the fuck up and everyone loves him for it. there is no possible way for him to be out of character if you keep his central theme of 1) autistic and 2) being crushed under the weight of too much on his shoulders (but he can’t take a break, there’s no time for breaks, he has to prove himself (to himself) and he has to make his family proud (they’ve been proud of him for years) and he has to suffer because suffering means you’re getting it done.) and 3) gay
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loving-jack-kelly · 8 months
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listen i think it's like. davey falls in love immediately and davey is very aware of it and davey resigns himself to never being anything more than friends and davey takes what he can get. an arm around his shoulders. a moment of holding hands trying not to get separated in a crowd. leaning against each other on the couch. silly conversations after both of them should already have been asleep. and it's fine. it's just fine, it's not good, but it's not bad, because davey falls in love more every time they talk and davey falls in love more every time he hears jack laugh but davey also gains a better friend than he's ever had and davey gains a person he can be himself around and davey gains a group of people who don't weigh him down with more expectations that he can barely hold on his shoulders and so it's fine. it's okay. it's fine.
and jack doesn't fall in love immediately and jack isn't aware of anything and jack has no idea for months that davey has become such a solid part of his life that a future without him is unthinkable. but then he starts to notice some things and those things start to make an appearance in daydreams and drawings and sometimes in conversations where they have no business being. he starts noticing the way davey tips his whole head back when he laughs and the way he quirks his eyebrows before tearing into somebody for something mean or wrong or stupid they thought they could away with saying in front of him. he notices the careful way davey contains himself around his parents and the way that tension melts away when it's just the two of them, and he notices the undertones in davey's voice when he says "I love my family but sometimes I wish they'd let me figure things out on my own." and so jack doesn't fall in love immediately and he isn't aware of anything and he has no idea for months but once it hits.
well. once it hits it's all jack can think about because he's never been in love like this before and he has no idea what to do with himself and no idea how to handle it. and davey, who has been in love this whole time and who has accepted that things will never be more than the fine they've ended up at, refuses to read into anything. like when jack starts finding more excuses to throw an arm over his shoulder, that can't mean anything new. or when when jack refuses to let go of his hand even when they've made it outside the crowd, that can't mean anything, either. and leaning against each other on the couch, jack's head dipping down to rest on his shoulder or jack's arm draped across his waist instead of kept off to the side, those mean nothing. they can't mean anything because if they mean something they mean something and that's far more terrifying to reckon with than a lifetime of fine with an undercurrent of wishing for something else.
so that's where it stays. building and building and building, davey loving quietly and melancholic but determined to be satisfied the way things are and jack loving so hard he feels like he might explode but completely unsure of what to do with that feeling. they spend nights talking around it. "don't you want to run away?" asks davey, hoping jack will confirm again that all this hope is silly and davey should really just get on with getting over him. "there's too much good here to leave behind," jack says, hoping that davey will understand that he means no matter how badly he wants to run he wants to be with davey more. "don't you wish love worked like a fairytale?" jack asks, knowing that if it did davey would sweep him off his feet and they'd ride off into the sunset together forever. "no, happy endings would never be the ever after that everyone wanted" davey says, knowing that if love were a fairtale jack would marry his princess and leave davey the sidekick behind, forgotten.
but the thing about love like this, that becomes so big and so present and that both people are so aware of but unwilling to talk about is that it isn't always quiet and nice and settled. sometimes, it rears up and it's mean and ugly and sometimes it doesn't feel so much like love. it becomes a jealous spike and a spiteful comment when davey sees jack spending too much time flirting with and teasing somebody else. it becomes jack having too many opinions about davey's other friends, the ones he doesn't even know and hasn't bothered to try. it becomes arguing around the thing, late night conversations that turn into whispered debates where neither of them will say what they're really feeling and neither of them will listen to what the other is trying to say because things needs to stay the same. they can't change one way or another because that's terrifying and isn't better if things just stay...fine?
and i think. davey is the one who snaps first. davey who has spent his whole life compressing himself into other people's boxes, pushing down different parts of himself to fit whatever any situation needs, finally snapping from the pressure of doing it in the relationship that never felt like he needed to until everything became a fight. why should he keep pretending to be something he isn't? why should he keep pretending to be someone he's not?
and i don't think it's easy. i think it's mean and petty and easy to assume the worst, easy for davey to assume jack has know all along and has been playing with davey this whole time. easy for jack to assume that davey is saying things he doesn't mean because they're fighting and he knows it cuts too deep. they argue and get upset and spend the night and maybe a few days stewing and wondering is this the breaking point, is this where we end all of this, is there where I finally let my heart break?
but the thing is. neither of them can walk all the way away and they both know it. davey remembers the expression jack gets when he's lost in a drawing and knows he's never not been in love with him even when it feels like this. jack thinks about the way davey's hands move when he talks about something he cares about and knows that he can't walk away even though maybe it would be easier.
and if davey is the one who snaps, jack is the one who spends time figuring out exactly what to say. he's terrified and nauseous and not sure if this is what he should be doing, but when he explains himself it's careful and honest and blunt, all of the things he hasn't said since the minute he realized he was in love with davey laid out neat and gentle and real. and davey, for all he stopped pretending, can't quite believe it. not that he thinks jack is lying, exactly, but maybe he's mistaken. jack can't love davey, not the way davey loves jack, because not only would that mean all the stupid arguments and passive-aggressive moments of the last however long it's been happening have been over nothing, but that would mean jack feels this expansive, consuming, whole body love that davey has been living with for so long. that would mean jack understands and if jack understands, why has davey been okay with things being just fine for so long?
and adjusting to the truth being between them is, I think, hard. davey keeps catching himself about to say something and having to force himself to say it out loud because he's spent so long not letting himself. and jack keeps having to force himself to feel things without chasing the feeling away because he's spent so long refusing to process any of it because that would mean processing the fear. conversations are hard. change is hard. figuring out new dynamics is hard.
but when davey starts noticing that jack is taking his hand with no excuse and wrapping both arms around his waist whenever he has a chance and tipping their heads together when they sit side by side, and when he starts noticing that jack has a special smile that only ever seems to be aimed at him, and he he starts noticing that late night conversations have gone back to what they were like in the very beginning when they were about everything and nothing and more than just words, that's when he notices that things aren't fine anymore. they're good. and when jack starts noticing that davey is relaxed with him, not putting on a face, and when he starts noticing the way davey laughs at even the stupidest of his jokes without seeming insincere, and when he notices that davey has a serious, thoughtful expression that he only seems to wear when he's talking with jack, that's when he notices that this doesn't feel so confusing and scary anymore. it feels good.
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saysflora · 3 months
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David Moscow as David Jacobs (Newsies 1992)
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noxexistant · 3 months
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in my heart all three of the jacobs siblings are just so weird. absolute weirdos (affectionate). into weird stuff and shameless about it, do not know how to Properly interact with anyone in any context, just overall Too Much. off-putting. loud. and they are so damn loved.
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anonymouspuzzler · 2 months
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i completely fucking forgot i drew this
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pigeonwit · 5 months
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“Sorry, hang on-" Jack flattens his hands together and presses them towards his brow, "you named her Gollum?”
“Informally.” Davey shrugs as the little Muppet of a cat curls her wormy tail around his leg. “Just for fun. Her full name,” he reaches down to scoop the hairless little gremlin into his arms, nudging his nose against her forehead in a tiny little boop that is far cuter than it has any right to be, “is Golly-Gee Williwhiskers. Well, technically Williwhiskers-Jacobs, but that was a little too much.”
Right. Right, then. Jack is almost ashamed to say it, but he has never needed anyone more carnally than he has in this moment.
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