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Hi hello glad you're back!!! Hope you're doing well!! 💚💚 I've been binging Sons of Anarchy and the Jurassic Park films :)) could I possibly request some Blink if you're up for it?
Killer Aura Blink?? 😱🗞
@cutesiewooren asked for Blink forever ago and I am here now...
Looking back at my other Blink doodles, I always draw him shy and blushing, but I think he is also super protective of the Newsies, especially the younger kids. (Bonus Mush pretending to be tough.)
#newsies#1992sies#kid blink#asks#request#cutesiewoojin#mush meyers#my friend said I should just make a Newsies comic at this point....
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“I think the sweater is too big” for Sprace?
There’s a few minor cuss words (idiot/hell) so I’m putting the warning up!
Spot was snoozing on the couch, the house quiet for once on a Saturday afternoon. Race was out with Albert shopping as Albert had just purchased his first home and needed some help picking out curtains and other decorations. Race had eagerly agreed and Spot was way too happy to push him out the door.
Just as he had gotten comfortable, the front door was thrown open and the usual hurricane that followed his husband entered behind him. This time, a redhead and a loudmouth accompanied him. “Spottie, my love. Come look at what I got.”
He let out a snore, and sighed, not fooling Race at all. What he didn’t anticipate was the sudden 170 pound body that landed on top of him. “Honey, I’m home.”
“Get off me.” Spot grunted as Race buried himself deeper into Spot’s warm body. “I was trying to take a nap.”
Race leaned up and kissed him. “I’m not sorry for jumping on you but I am sorry that you’re not getting a nap in. But cheer up because I bought you something.”
Sitting up on the couch, Spot looked at Albert and Jack with an eyebrow cocked. “Are you two that bored that you had to follow Racer home?”
“Well . . .” Albert paused as a look was exchanged between Jack, Albert, and Race, who had the biggest grin on his face.
Shaking his head, Spot pushed himself off the couch and glared at the three of them. “You three are trouble and I'm afraid of what you’ve conjured up.”
Pushing a bag into Spot’s hand, Race nudged him towards the bedroom. “Just go put this on.”
Begrudgingly, Spot took the bag and walked into their bedroom. He took the item out of the bag before groaning loudly. “Awe hell no Racetrack. Why would you spend our hard earned money on this?”
“Please Spottie?” The grin was evident in Race’s voice as Jack and Albert both laughed, loudly. “Don’t worry what I’m spending our money on, snookums.”
Spot mumbled under his breath. The sweater was a bare chested, hairy beer belly. As Spot pulled it on, he thought about all the ways he would kill his husband in his sleep. Luckily, they had just taken life insurance out on one another so he’d have to make himself look innocent in the killing.
Walking out into the living room, he heard the buffoons laughing and groaned. “I think the sweater is too big.”
“I don’t think the sweater being too big is the least of your worries.” Jack said before wiping the tears from his eyes. “How does that look better on him than you, Race?”
Spot glare at his husband. “Why am I wearing this?”
“Well I was trying to figure out our costumes for Halloween. It’s usually cold so I figured these and jeans would be great costumes.”
Shaking his head, Spot tugged at the sweater. “We’ll get thrown in jail for wearing these. And I don’t mean the slammer, I mean the fashion hell jail.”
“Awww come on Spottie.” Race walked up to him with a pout on his face as he kissed Spot’s chin “For me?”
Pushing him back, Spot looked at his husband. “Nope, Nope, nopeity, Nope.”
“Ugh …” Leaning in, Race cupped his hands around Spot’s ear, whispering something that made Spot’s eyes widened. “How about that? We got a deal?”
Race leaned back, watching his husband mule over the idea he had told him. “Sorry Race, but no.”
“OH COME ON!” Race yelled. “Whatever happened til death do us part and all that stuff you promised about obeying your husband?”
Spot raised an eyebrow. “Go read the vows that are next to the bed. There’s nothing in there about obeying my husband.”
Albert and Jack watched the two as if they were at a tennis match. Spot looked at them before glaring at his husband. “What’s the bet? How much is at stake?”
“Bet? What bet?” Spot crossed his arms, watching Race’s eyes go wide, trying to keep his cool.
Spot pointed at the other two in the room. “Idiot one and your trusty sidekick are surprisingly quiet for there not to be a bet.”
“$200 if you wear it.” Race mumbled, looking at the ground.
Spot nodded, figuring that would be the amount. “And if I don’t wear it?”
Race mumbled something unclearly as Spot looked at him. “Try saying that again.”
“I gotta wear a hula skirt and a coconut bra.” Race’s cheeks were tinged a light pink as Spot started laughing.
He looked at Jack and Albert with a grin. “Better get the hula skirt and bra ready boys.”
“What?” Race squeaked. “You’re gonna toss me to the curb just like that?”
Spot gave him a look. “Yea I am. Next time let me in on the bets you make against me and I might be willing to help you out. The next stop for this sweater is the burn pile. I love you, ya idiot but I’m not wearing this around the neighborhood. Kids eyes would burn and you’d be solely responsible for any damage done.”
“Yea you’re right.” Race smiled. “I should start practicing my hula hips.”
Spot laughed, shaking his head. Yes his husband was an idiot sometimes but he would have him any other way.
Thanks @cutesiewoojin for sending in the prompt!
#newsies#newsies fan fiction#writing#prompts#asks#cutesiewoojin#drabbles#drabble requests#newsies drabble#drabble prompt#spot conlon x racetrack higgins#spot conlon#racetrack higgins#jack kelly#albert dasliva
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"Your smile's my favourite, I just wanted you to have it back"
okay so i know this is like SUPER old, but i’m trying to distract myself and work on some quick writings so uh, yeah :) hope this is okay!
Ship: Redfinch
Word Count: 1036
Warnings: none :3
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Old wood creaked under foot as Albert crept quietly up the stairs, arms laden with heavy books and folders bursting at the seams. He padded down the hall, reaching the closed door furthest on the right and gently placed the precarious pile of papers down, lowering himself to the floor and curling around them almost protectively. Albert brought his knees to his chest, feeling the cold from the wooden floor seep in through his jeans and chill him to the bone. Resting his head against the door, he took a deep, slow breath in and exhaled, bringing his hand up and rapping gently against the cracked wood. “Finch?” He asked cautiously. No response. Albert sighed, and leaned down, peering under the small gap between the floor and the door. The silhouette of his boyfriend was visible, still in the same position as he had last left, silent and unmoving. The sandwich and apple slices that had been cut with such care, hadn’t been touched, and he closed his eyes in despair, before sitting back up against the door.
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Hours had ticked slowly by as Albert sat outside that bedroom door, quietly making attempt after attempt after attempt to get Finch talking or eating or to just get any sign that he was alive behind that door, but nothing worked. Albert wasn’t entirely sure what had happened, he’d been asleep when the front door slammed open and clumsy footsteps made their way up the stairs and into Finch’s bedroom. He’d been asleep when the sobbing started and when the contents of his. dresser draw had ended up thrown across the room. What had woken him was a text from Race.
Is Finch with you?
Is he okay?
Two days later and he was still missing context, but he didn’t care, Finch would tell him if and when he was ready, and until then, Albert was focused on making sure he was okay. He had tried anything and everything, offering to watch Finch’s favourite movies and tv shows with him, leaving his comfort items- one of Albert’s oversized sweaters, a weighted blanket, and a friendship bracelet from when they were kids- outside with a knock, though they remained untouched, and played Finch’s favourite songs from outside, singing along quietly, hoping to coax him out of the room. Still, Finch stayed holed away inside that room. So Albert had wracked his brains, thinking desperately of something that could help, until it clicked, and he had made his way down to their storage cupboard, rummaging around for almost fort minutes before finding what he was searching for and bringing it back to Finch, an inkling of hope welling in his chest.
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Albert turned the slightly yellowed page with delicate fingers. “We were so small, huh Finch?” The faces of a younger Albert and a younger Finch stared back at him, tongues stuck out at the camera as other children ran around behind them, playing tag and laughing in excitement. Race’s 11th birthday party. Albert smiled sadly down at the photo, everything was so much easier then, no worrying about the future, or when their next pay check would arrive. There were more important things on their minds, such as whose house they were going to spend the night at, gorging themselves on greasy junk food that was sure to make them sick come early morning, or how much they hated Ms Carmen, the crotchety old maths teacher. Albert flipped the page again, looking at each picture fondly as memories of past resurfaced. He read out each line of description written under the photos in the flowery handwriting of his mother, which switched to his own three and a half books in, pausing after each image to see if Finch would respond. He didn’t. Albert could feel tears begin to form behind his eyes, a small pressure building in his chest as he fought to remain calm, for his own sake as well as his boyfriend’s. Albert turned the page, the photos of their eleven-year-old selves were long behind them now, the photos reflecting a much more recent time. Albert sniffled, running a light thumb over the edge of one of the photos. It was of him and Finch, only a few years ago, Albert’s face bright red as he pressed a kiss to Finch‘s cheek, who grinning ear to ear, and just as red.
He said yes!
My best friend is now my boyfriend!
Albert laughed slightly, recalling the day he’d gathered enough courage to ask Finch out. A quiet night at home, relaxing on the couch, takeout in hand, shitty rom-com playing in the background as the two of them talked and laughed the night away. Until, overcome with a surge of affection, Albert pulled Finch into a kiss. They had both been blushy stuttering messes after that. Albert slipped the photo out of the small protective cover and gazed adoringly at Finch’s smiling face. He chewed on his lip for a second, admiring how photogenic his boyfriend was, before sliding the photo under the door. He cleared his throat, trying to get rid of anything that could indicate the tears that were threatening to pour down his face, before speaking. “Your smile's my favourite.” Albert croaked. “I just wanted you to have it back.” He closed his eyes, heart heavy with worry, and placed his forehead against the fraying paint on the bedroom door. There was the tiniest shuffling sound and Albert’s eyes snapped open. From under the gap in the door, four fingers appeared, reaching up and out. Suppressing a relieved laugh, Albert gently and cautiously placed his hand over the top of Finch’s, worried that if he moved too fast, he would scare him back behind the door. Finch silently laced his fingers with his boyfriend’s. It might not have been much, but it was progress, and there weren’t enough words in any language that could express just how happy Albert was with that. He pressed his cheek to the cool, wooden exterior. “I love you, Cortez.” He whispered through the door. “I love you so damn much.” And from the quiet darkness behind the door came a raspy, muffled reply.
“I love you too, DaSilva.”
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@gendistic42
#asks!#ajfdndsklg#hope this is okay :3#jae writes#albert dasilva#finch cortez#redfinch#finch newsies#albert newsies#newsies#its 1 am so please ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes :3#cutesiewoojin
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Hi helloooo, you mentioned a swap au? 😇
HAHA I GOT SOME TIME AND IM NOT EXHAUSTED I CAN FINALLY WILL MY BRAIN TO TALK ABOUT THIS.
Okay so hear me out
This may be very self-indulgent
And definitely not just me fucking with the relationship dynamics
But I lov
So here we go
First off, it’s modern and a community college thing (totally not projecting about the fact I’m going to a community college haha)
Crutchie:
Very punk aesthetic
Like leather jackets with studs, goth punk man
Likes to pretend he’s a badass with no emotions
Although will back down at the first sight of confrontation
He a coward
Honestly has some issues he should talk out with someone
But he thinks he’s too cool for that (spoiler alert, he’s not)
Dating both Jack and Davey and lowkey melts for both of them
Davey:
A confident, one brain cell, fuck boy
Probably was in at least 3 different sports
One of them was definitely soccer
Wears his letterman from HS with pride babey
Would absolutely end a persons life for his siblings
Doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents and very rarely talks to them
Pretty much only goes back home to hang with Les and see how he’s doing
Also the guy who’ll throw his arm around you and make you feel included and like you’re One of the Guys™️ even if you don’t know him all that well
Loves his boyfriends with all his heart and consistently leaves them cute little notes
Jack:
Man’s a mess
Flusters easily, and cannot flirt to save his life
Such a nerd
You know that song “Stupid with Love” from Mean Girls? Yeah.
Will info dump if you give him the chance
Working really hard to make a difference in the world, and wants to protect the people he loves
Also carries around a small plush rabbit on a keychain that Race bought for him
All around oblivious, sweet guy
Sara:
Won’t Shut Up™️
Super hyper and pumped up and has more energy than the entire group combined
Def squeals when something makes her really happy
However, absolutely will fuck your shit up
Professor being an asshole to her friends or classmates? “Oops how did you end up with all your tires flat? Idk who’d do that.”
When some asshole’s stuff is fucked up, they are pretty sure it’s her, but they don’t have any evidence to back them up
Super into graffiti that makes a statement
Has also gotten into more fights than anyone in the group cares to count honestly
Also doesn’t have a great relationship with her parents
But would do anything for her brothers, no questions asked
Katherine:
Quiet
Only speaks when she really has to, but she makes sure her opinions are known
Won’t let people walk all over her in the slightest
The emo girl that’ll glare at you no matter what you do
Also likes to Fuck Shit Up™️
But is also really fucking nice
She volunteers at several different places around the city
Joins Sara on graffiti runs
Has an okay relationship with her dad, but still doesn’t like how fast he got over her mother’s death
Has been friends with Spot since she was little, and is def protective of him
Spot
“You know what goes great with everything? Pastel.”
Absolutely the soft boy your parents warned you about
Wears those glitter filled bracelets because “I like how the glitter moves when you move”
Bouncy and happy
But VERY emotional
Once cried because “Snowmen just DIE Katherine!”
Knows how to take care of himself! And still very strong
Has a great relationship with his mom and goes back home at every holiday
Uses a LOT of punctuation when he texts (i.e “!!!!!!!!” And “,,,,,,,”)
Race
Shy as hell
Hates when people talk to him and always styles his hair in a way that hides half his face
Wears a hoodie and def pulls the strings so you can’t see him when he’s embarrassed
Soft, quiet voice
Will boost his friends up before he would ever think about boosting himself up
Wants the best for everyone
Someone to talk to who’ll just be there for you and tell you you’re gonna be okay
Tall friend hugs are a special thing he only gives out to his closest friends
Jack’s little brother, and closest friend
Aaa sorry this was so long I just!! Lov them!! And it’s not super fleshed out yet, still kinda a work in progress, but I also have designs for most of them! Curse me not knowing enough about bad ass punk fashion! But yea! This is what I got for now :)
#aaaa sorry this is so long!#theyre just!! jdkdkfkfkffk >v<#also sorry for the long ass wait gkskfkskfk#i feel big bad#and big thank for lettingg me talk about it!#cutesiewoojin#Swap!au#sprace#newsbians#threes the day#javid#jackcrutchie#jack kelly#race#spot#katherine plumber#sara jacobs#david jacobs#davey#crutchie#newsies#newsies live#pip sqeaks#also also! any criticism (thats constructive blease) is cery welcome!
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Hi hello, potential happy thought: Javid and their ferrets. Christmas time Jack gets home and the ferrets are all in little Santa or elf hats, “thought you didn’t celebrate Christmas?” And David smiling, “I don’t, but I promised Crutchy photos of the kids in their hats”
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS WONDERFUL
jack coming home to the living room being an absolute mess as everything is pushed away for the Little Noodles’ Special Christmas Photoshoot !!!
jack looks at davey, who’s holding a camera, crouching in front of the noodles, who, mind you, are all wearing only the highest quality of christmas hats, and asks, “uhh, what’cha doin’?”
davey, not missing a beat and snapping even more saucy noodle pics, goes, “taking christmas pics.”
jack smirks, leaning against the door frame. “thought you didn’t celebrate christmas?” he asks, nodding at the shit ton of decorations behind the noodles.
“i don’t,” davey answers, finally looking up at jack. he smiles. “but i did promise crutchie photos of the kids in their hats.”
jack laughs, then shakes his head fondly before joining the photoshoot himself.
#i would die for them#not literally but yknow. my love for them (javey + noodles) Knows No Bounds.#karen being a nice#karen being a GENIUS more like this was a lovely thought#cutesiewoojin#friend asks#javid#m writes#????
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Hi hello! Popping in to say that I hope you're having a great day!! You deserve all the happiness in the world 💛
um hi this is so sweet??? today’s been pretty good and my day got even better after reading this, thank you 💕💕 hope you’re having a great one too!!!!
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Hi hey! Your eating and sleeping shifting might be to do with daylight savings(?), when the clocks go back, your body clocks been reset and might take a while to readjust, don't be too hard on yourself ♡
did that happen???? i thought that was tonight. It's actually because I'm sick is the reason but thank you :)))
also you changed your username
ask me stuff :)
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Happy Birthday!!!!! Hope you have an awesome day!!!
thank you Karen!!!! 💜💜💜💜🥺🥺
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Hi hello I hope you have a great day/are having a great day! After scrolling through your blog (apologies for the notification spam) I've come to the conclusion that I'm soft and Anderperry are soft and I just had to write a tiny thing agdjdklf so thank you!! Your blog is amazing 💛
aww thank u this is so sweet....glad ur enjoying anderperry..those r my sons
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To Mush, with love… by @cutesiewoojin
I read this and it was so sweet my teeth ached (in a good way!)
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"I'm surprised you even know what that means" for maybe something with David?
There’s a few cuss words in here.
It was a week before Christmas and to say the Newsies Lodging House was a bit chaotic was an understatement. A few of the younger Newsies had heard on the street that if you were bad, you got coal in your stocking so mischief was at an all time high.
It was a rare Saturday where Katherine, Jack, and Davey were all at the house to check up on things and to have a union meeting. The only problem, Race was nowhere to be found.
Looking at Albert, Jack gave him a look “When was the last time you saw him?”
“Saw him this morning at the circulation gate - he gave Wiesel a hard time like he always does.” Albert tilted his head. “Saw him at Jacobi’s for lunch too. Didn’t say anything about missing tonight - he was the one that reminded me.”
Jack looked to Kat and Davey. “Maybe he hasn’t finished selling yet?”
“Or he’s at the Racetrack.” Kat suggested. “Maybe there was a hot ticket he just couldn’t resist.”
Jack shook his head. “Betting’s done by 3. He’d be back by now.”
“What do you want to do?” Davey asked, looking at the former leader.
The three were deep in their own thoughts that they didn’t hear the door shut or the person in question entered the room.
“Hey, what’s the conundrum?” Race asked with a grin as everyone looked at him.
"I'm surprised you even know what that means" Davey was overheard as Race shook his head, a cuss word silent on his lips.
“Shuddup Davey!” Race yelled. “Just because you’re the walkin’ mouth doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t know big words.”
Davey’s eyes went wide as he tried to backpedal. “I didn’t mean it like that. Just shocked me, I guess.”
Race nodded, before the whole room exploded trying to figure out where Race had been.
Jack held up a hand as the room fell silent. “Where were you?”
“The Racetrack, Jacobi’s, the Bridge, Brooklyn then back to Manhattan. I had a great day of selling, sweetheart, thanks for asking.” Race gave Jack a cheeky grin before pointing at him. “Why are you so worked up? We don’t have the meeting until 7 anyways and it’s just that time.”
Jack glared at him before taking a deep breath. “Quit being such a smartass, Race. How many times have I been here and you haven’t?”
“Uh ….. not many.” Race looked at his older brother before giving him a hug. “I’m sorry I made you worried. I will try to be here when you’re here but I’m the King of Manhattan and I’ve got places to go, people to see, and littles counting on me.”
Jack hit him over the back of the head with a grin. “Knock it down a few pegs, Racetrack! I can still kick your scrawny ass.”
“Yea yea ….” Race shook his head before taking his normal seat. “You gonna call this meeting to order or are you just gonna stand there and look pretty?”
“Shuddup.” Jack said as a blush rose to his cheeks.
Race fanned himself with a smirk. “Sorry Jackie but you just don’t do it for me.”
“Antonio Higgins, who put a quarter in you?” Jack shrieked, while Davey and Katherine were laughing loudly. The rest of the Newsies all had lost it by that point and we’re in tears from laughing so hard.
Race whistled, giving Jack a look. “Well it wasn’t a quarter so much …..”
Covering his ears so quickly, Jack sang out a tune to drown out his little brother’s words. Katherine wiped tears from her eyes as she looked at Race. “I think you might’ve broken your brother.”
“Nah it’s nothing worse than what he’s done to me in the past.” Race grinned, watching Jack slowly uncover his ears.
“Is Race done talking about whatever he and Spot get up to?” Jack asked, ready to cover his ears once more.
Race nodded, kicking his feet to rest on the table while everyone else calmed and sat down in their usual places. “Besides Jack, whoever said it was Spot that put a quarter in me?”
“As if it would be anyone else.” Jack scoffed, giving him a look.
Race grinned. “Nah, it was Sister Mary Margaret at the church.”
“ANTIONIO HIGGINS!” Davey and Jack both roared while Katherine’s eyes went wide.
Race looked at both of them before bursting out laughing. “Oh my god no!!! No, no, nopeity, no! Get your damn minds outta the gutter!”
Davey and Jack both relaxed before looking at Race. “Then what was it?”
“I went for confession like a good little Catholic boy I am then I talked to them about next week.” Race gave them a look. “Wow, I honestly don’t have anything to say right now.”
The lightbulbs went on for both Davey and Jack as Race’s words sunk in. The two visibly relaxed and the tension in the room escaped.
Quiet descended in the room as Katherine, Jack, Davey and Race all looked at one another before Race started laughing, thinking back on the last 15 minutes. “I can-cannot believe y-you …..”
The other three started laughing as well leaving the younger kids to look at the adults as if they had lost their minds.
Catching his breath, Race wheezed, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Are we all good? Can we start the meeting now that we’re 15 minutes late?”
Jack stood, holding his hand out for Race. “We’re good. Just don’t eat so much sugar next time we have a meeting, got it?”
Saluting him, Race grinned settling in for the meeting. He loved being in the lodging house at night because there was always something going on. Most nights it had to do with the littles but every now and then it had to do with him and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
This one kinda got away from me. I wrote one version, didn’t like it, deleted it and wrote this. I had some fun writing this. Thanks @cutesiewoojin for sending this in!!!
#newsies#newsies fan fiction#drabble requests#newsies drabble#drabble prompt#prompt#ask#cutesiewoojin#racetrack higgins#jack kelly#katherine pulitzer#davey jacobs
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Mush with 1H for the drawing thing? No worries if not 😇
Im sorry this took a while to get to!! My brains been kinda flat lately lol but i did a lil something :3
#asks!#its v e r y rough bc energy levels are down atm#also sorry for the lack of colour lol#mush meyers#newsies#jae draws#cutesiewoojin#:))
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No need to apologise, ideas are just as amazing as writing and yes the absolutely would take a photo and send it to the group chat!!!! He has 3 (because you're not supposed to keep them on their own) and ones called pretzel, anytime she goes missing she's either in his jewelry box or in a cupboard tryna unscrew the lid off the tub of mini pretzels :p
!!!!!!! PERFECT!!! The first time one of the Newsies visit they go to open the cupboard and get surprised by her just kinda vibing in the cupboard. Race loves her and her siblings, and absolutely spoils his ferrets.
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My favourite song atm are Whiskey Glasses and 7 Summers by Morgan Wallen 😇
So I may or may not have gone and listened to both of these more than once and I think they're great. Thank you for sharing with the class :)
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Hi hi me again :p idk if you’re into/like Pokémon but Jack would ABSOLUTELY have a smeargle and they’d paint together. David posing with his Aipom in his lap wearing a newsies cap whilst both Jack and his smeargle paint the two, David picking a favourite, which goes to the aipom, but Jack gets a 2nd place kiss on the cheek :)
ASOHAOSIAOSIHAOSKAHOSAHOSIHAISAOAISAOSIH THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER PL SSSSSSS
idk much about pokemon (i play pokemon go, used to have fire red as a kid n had pokemon y) so i had to google smeargle but YESYESYES THEYRE PERFECT FOR ONE ANOTHER AAAAAA
also omG jack going >:-( when he gets 2nd place but going :-) when he gets his prize. Cute. Am Weep.
#image of davey with an aipom in his lap#both wearing newsies caps#that. thats a Blessed image right there folks#karen being a nice#cutesiewoojin#friend asks#save
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Hi hello, dropping in to say that I hope you have a great day 💛 you deserve the entire world!!
thank you!!! so do YOU!!! 💖💖💖💖💖
i been bashing new leaf today. here’s a photo of my 2DS screen taken with my phone lmao of me and my bf’s mayors at the aquarium in my museum
he’s the moustache, im the clown 😆
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