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livesincerely · 4 years

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dress you up, dress you down ch.1 - dress you up

aka the Tie Fic. Also on Ao3

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“So. Davey.”

Davey pauses mid-sip. He looks at Katherine, then down at the cup of coffee in his hand—it’s the expensive kind, the kind that comes with milk and sugar, the kind that Davey would never dare buy for himself—then back up at Katherine, and realizes that he’s been tricked.

He sets his cup down with a heavy sigh. “What is it?”

To her credit, Katherine doesn’t even pretend to misunderstand. “Jack needs new clothes.”

Davey’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Okay...” he says after a moment of consideration. “Why does Jack need new clothes? We got him that art smock so he’d stop getting paint on his selling shirts and I haven’t noticed any rips or tears—“

“No, not his selling clothes,” Katherine interrupts. “I want to get him a few outfits that he can wear for his shifts in the art department. He keeps coming in wearing his Newsies cap and he showed up at my father’s office on Friday with a piece of tie-line holding his pants up instead of a belt.”

“He didn’t,” Davey says, though he doesn’t find it at all hard to believe, torn between laughter and exasperation.

“He really did,” Katherine says, the corners of her eyes crinkling up in amusement. “I’m sure a lot of it is just impertinence for impertinence’s sake—understandable after all that’s happened—and god knows it’s good to have someone around that won’t jump at my father’s every beck and call, but Davey,“ Katherine leans forward, her expression turning serious, “you get why things can’t continue on this way, don’t you?”

Davey takes a long drink of his coffee to give his thoughts a chance to settle. Because the thing is, Davey absolutely understands Katherine’s concern.

Jack’s new position at The World is a fantastic opportunity, especially for someone who wasn’t born with the privileges of a full education, a comfortable home, or family connections to ease his way in life. This job might just be a weekly political cartoon, but it has the potential to one day be so much more: the start of a life-long career, where Jack can do something he loves and get paid a fair wage to do it.

Jack’s hard working and smart and so incredibly talented, but he’s also stubborn as a mule and dead set against submitting to any kind of authority, even over something as simple as an office dress code. Pulitzer and the other managers in the art department might be willing to look over Jack’s apparel for now, but not forever—the last thing Davey wants is for Jack to get passed up for promotions, raises, and projects because he can’t dress the part.

“Yeah,” Davey finally says. “I get it. It’s a good idea, Kath.”

“Great!” Katherine exclaims. “So now we just have to convince Jack to let us pick out some business casual clothes for him; I was thinking we could spend tomorrow uptown, my tailor will be able to see us right away, I’m sure, and we can get Jack’s measurements taken and have him fitted for a few—“

“Wait, hold on,” Davey says, suddenly wrong-footed. “How did I become involved in this? It’s your idea!”

“But it’ll be easier to convince him if he hears it from both of us,” Katherine says. She’s hitting him with the wide-eyed, pouty, please-Davey-do-this-favor-for-me face. Joke’s on her: if Les and Sarah hadn’t already indoctrinated him against that face years ago, the last couple of months spent as the lone voice of reason amongst the chaos that is the Lower Manhattan Newsies would’ve done the trick. “And it would be helpful to have your opinion when he starts trying things on.”

“You mean, it’ll be helpful to have me there to take the fall if Jack hates the idea,” Davey says.

“Oh, sure, like Jack’s gonna be angry with you,” Katherine says, rolling her eyes.

Davey patently ignores this comment. “I mean, you clearly have a handle on the situation,” he continues, fingers drumming against the rim of his coffee cup. “I’m sure you don’t really need me to—“

“If you come with me to pitch this to Jack, I’ll make sure he leaves with a new set of suspenders,” Katherine says.

Davey blinks, his protests thoroughly derailed. Katherine knows him too well.

“I hate you,” he says, blowing out a breath. “Fine, I’ll go. But I’m telling you now, Jack’s not gonna be happy about this.”

“All we have to do is present a united front,” Katherine states with incredible confidence. “He can’t argue if it’s both of us.”

“No. Hell no,” Jack says when they approach him the next day. The two of them have been talking for all of five minutes and Katherine and Jack both look ready to throw punches. Davey’s relatively sure it won’t come to that, though honestly, his money’s on Katherine if it does.

“Jack, would you please just—“ Katherine gets out through clenched teeth.

“I said no, Kath! How many more times do you wanna hear it? No!”

Katherine throws Davey an exasperated look—one that says ‘for the love of God, talk some sense into him.’

“Jack,” Davey starts, taking a step closer to him. “I think you should let Kathy take you shopping for some new clothes.”

Jack whirls around to face him, his eyes dark with irritation. “Dave, just ‘cause I’m workin’ a desk gig don’t mean I need some fancy geddup to do my damn job—“

“Jack, no one’s saying you need to start showing up to The World dressed to the nines,” Davey says, “but don’t you think having a nice set of office clothes would get the other workers to treat you with more respect?”

“I shouldn’t hafta dress a certain way to get treated decent,” Jack says, and he still looks upset but he’s starting to settle down. “Havin’ money don’t make ya a better worker and being poor don’t make me an idiot.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Davey asks, running a hand soothingly along Jack’s shoulders until the tension there eases. “I’m not saying it’s fair, of course it’s not fair—but stuff like this never is. It’s about knowing the game and learning how to play it. Katherine and I just want to make sure you got a decent shot at it.”

Jack holds Davey’s gaze for a long moment, then the last of the fight drains out of him.

“Fine,” he huffs. “What exactly did the two of ya have in mind?”

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Katherine doesn’t give Jack the opportunity to reconsider. She drags them uptown to a little tailor’s shop with a neat, simple storefront, but whose glossy windows and brass finishes make it clear that this is a place that caters to the upper class.

The bell above the doorway chimes gently as they enter. The young woman behind the counter looks up from where she’s taking inventory and greets them with a smile; a moment later an older gentleman with a head of salt and pepper hair comes out of a back room, his arms open wide in welcome.

“Miss Katherine,” he exclaims, taking one of Kathy’s hands in his own and kissing the back of it. “How good it is to see you once more! And you have brought friends!”

“Good morning, Giovanni,” Katherine greets warmly. “This is David and this is Jack. Jack’s the latest hire in the art department—he works on political cartoons.”

“Jack… Kelly?” Giovanni asks. “Yes, I have seen your work! I very much enjoyed the cartoon with the little shoe shiner. Was very funny!”

Jack looks a little caught off guard—like he wants to dislike Giovanni on sheer principle, but is finding it difficult in the face of such an honest compliment.

“Uh... nice to meet ya,” Jack says.

“We’re looking to get Jack fitted for a few things,” Katherine explains. “Business casual, office wear. Do you have time to see us now?”

“Of course, Miss Katherine,” Giovanni says. “We will get this taken care of right away. Abigail!” The girl at the front counter scurries over. “Turn the sign on the door—we have a project and must not be disturbed!”

Giovanni has Jack stand on a small footstool towards the back of the store. He makes a slow circle around him—pulling a tape measure out of one of his apron pockets and whipping it to and fro—eyeing Jack critically and muttering rapidly to Abigail, who trails behind him dutifully taking notes.

For his part, Jack looks deeply uncomfortable with having such careful scrutiny trained on him. Davey tries to seem calm and reassuring but he’s not sure how successful he is: he’s feeling a bit out of his depth as well.

Finally, Giovanni steps back. “This is enough to start with,” he says, nodding decisively.

“What options can we look at right now?” Katherine asks, with a kind of intensity that Davey would be hard pressed to muster up over any clothing, no matter its quality. “Ideally we’d like to leave here with at least one full outfit.”

“We keep a selection of our most popular styles on hand for customers to try on before purchase,” Giovanni offers. “Would you like to begin with those? I can think of several that would flatter the young gentleman.”

Katherine smiles. “That sounds perfect.”

The two of them have a quick conversation about colors and cuts and fabrics that goes over Davey’s head, then Giovanni is bustling Jack into a changing area, his arms weighed down with bolts of cloth and a mouthful of stick pins. In the meantime, Abigail ushers Katherine and Davey over to a pair of cushioned stools set up next to a tri-fold mirror, ostensibly so they’ll have the best view from which to offer commentary and cast judgement.

Or, really, for Katherine to cast judgement. Davey suspects his main job will be mediating when the argument between ‘An Actual Heiress’ Kath and ‘the paint stains on this vest match my hat so it’s fine’ Jack inevitably breaks out.

They’ve not been waiting very long when Jack comes out of the fitting room to model the first outfit. Davey glances over when he hears the rustle of the curtain being pushed back and—

Oh.

Jack is wearing a navy blue button down with a pair of dark gray slacks and a matching vest. The colors and cuts aren’t that much different than his usual garb, but the way everything fits makes a whole world of difference. Oh good god, does everything fit.

Davey’s eyes bounce here and there, his brain unable to decide which part of the incredible sight to focus on. There’s the strong line of Jack’s shoulders, which look even broader than usual because of how the vest tapers in at the waist. Or how the fabric of the pants drapes nicely around Jack’s thighs, perfectly highlighting the toned muscle underneath.

Jack looks back to ask Giovanni a question. Davey’s eyes trail up the backs of his legs as he turns, then up over the curve of his ass—

Davey ducks his head to hide his burning face. Oh no.

“That looks great, Giovanni,” Katherine says. “How does it feel, Jack?”

“Like it’s too damn expensive,” Jack mutters. He’s standing strangely: holding his arms out from his sides like he’s trying his hardest not to touch the clothes even as he wears them. “I’m still not convinced that all this is necessary.”

“Do not start with me, Jack Kelly,” Katherine says, one eyebrow lifted. “Now honestly, what do you think?”

“Well... it fits,” Jack says lamely. “That’s all that matters, right?”

“Jack,” Katherine starts with a huff.

“I’m serious!” Jack says defensively. “I’m not tryin’ta get on ya nerves, Kath, but I dunno what else there is to say.”

Katherine considers him for a moment, then sighs, disappointed but accepting the answer. “Davey, what do you think.”

Davey’s throat works. He still sort of feels like someone’s hit him over the head, but he manages to say, “The gray is nice. You can match it with a bunch of different colored shirts.”

“Hmm...” Katherine hums, tilting her head to the side. “Simple, versatile... sure, we can make that work.”

“Versatile?” Jack whispers to Davey.

Davey gets caught between not staring at Jack and trying not to look like he’s avoiding staring at Jack; his gaze lands somewhere around Jack’s left ear. “She means colors like black and gray and navy and brown—stuff that goes with everything.”

“Right, okay,” Jack mutters to himself. “That don’t sound too bad.”

Another quick conversation between Giovanni and Katherine, then Jack’s back in the fitting room to try on a second option. As the curtain pulls shut, Davey feels himself let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

Katherine glances over at him and says, “Aren’t you glad you agreed to come with us?”

Davey’s blush had been fading, but it flairs up again with a vengeance. “You are the worst person.”

“I am the best person,” Katherine corrects. “I’m the reason you know what Jack looks like in pants that actually fit his waist—“

“Katherine,” Davey hisses, shoulders hunching in embarrassment.

“—and I saw you staring at his biceps. You’re welcome for that, by the way.”

“Katherine, oh my god—!”

Jack comes out again, this time in a black and white ensemble, and still looking far too handsome for someone who’s been safety pinned into his clothes.

“I like this, but it’s a little... plain.” Katherine says, mercifully distracted from tormenting Davey any further.

“And? What’s wrong with plain?” Jack grumbles. He moves as if to cross his arms across his chest, then seems to remember all the sharp pins sitting very close to his skin. He settles for tucking his hands in his pockets. “Plain works just fine for me.”

“It needs something to finish the look,” Kath muses, ignoring Jack completely. She looks at Giovanni and asks, “What sorts of ties do you have?”

“No. Absolutely not. Ya mighta talked me into a coupla shirts but ya ain’t gonna put me in no tie—“

“We have a fine selection, Miss Katherine,” Giovanni responds, joining Katherine in talking over Jack’s protests. “In fact, we just received a variety of silk ties in a number of colors. I will fetch the display—“

Jack’s eyes bug out a little when he hears the work silk, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly; Davey fairs only slightly better. Katherine and Giovanni don’t pay them any mind—examining the assortment of ties, weighing the pros and cons of each one, occasionally holding one up next to Jack’s face and frowning.

After a few more seconds of spluttering, Jack seems to come to terms with the fact that he’s leaving with a tie. He points at the array Giovanni has brought over and says, “What about that blue one?”

“You and your blue,” Katherine mutters, shaking her head. “How about something different for once? This silver one is nice. Or, how about this one, with the stripes—“

“If you’re gonna make me get a tie, you could at least let me pick it out,” Jack grumbles. “I like the blue one.”

“You can’t only wear blue, Jack,” Katherine says, a little testily. “You need to have different options.”

“Don’t seem so important to me,” Jack says with a shrug. “Blue’s a good color: it don’t stain too easy, it’s versatile.” His eyes dart briefly to Davey, and then away again. “And it’s my favorite.”

“Be that as it may, I still think you should choose something else—“

“Jeeze, why does it matter so much—“

“The red one,” Davey blurts out, and given that he hadn’t meant to say anything at all, it comes out much louder than he’d intended it to.

Katherine and Jack halt their bickering and they all turn to look at him. Davey regrets opening his mouth.

He swallows, then awkwardly continues, “You should try the red one. It looks nice—red is a nice color, I mean. You’d look good in it, or it’d look good on you. Either, really, I guess. And, um... yeah.”

“Uh, okay,” Jack says when Davey trails off. “Sure, let’s try the red one.”

Giovanni slips the tie around Jack’s neck and knots it for him with professional ease. Jack flips his collar back down, then tucks the ends hesitantly under his vest. He stares at himself in the mirror, twisting and turning as he checks himself over from all the different angles.

It looks nice. Better than nice, actually. Maybe even incredible. Davey tugs at the collar of his own shirt, suddenly feeling overheated.

“Yeah, that’s the one,” Katherine declares. She’s not even looking at Jack, instead she’s watching Davey for his reaction. She pins him with a knowing smirk, and Davey blushes even harder, privately wishing for a nice, cozy sinkhole to open up beneath him and put him out of his misery.

“I dunno,” Jack murmurs dubiously, not noticing the exchange. “What do you think, Dave? Does it live up to your expectations?”

Davey really wishes Jack would stop asking for his opinion. He already feels like he’s suffocating—Jack could at least do him the courtesy of letting him die unharassed.

“...I think it looks good,” Davey mutters into the floor.

Jack does another turn. “I still think the blue one woulda been nice...”

“Get the tie,” Katherine orders.

“But—“

“Get the tie before I stab you with these fabric scissors.”

Jack ends up leaving with two vest-and-pants combinations, one in black and one in gray, four dress shirts in various colors, the promised suspenders, a new pair of shoes, and the red silk tie. Katherine leaves with an incredibly satisfied expression and Davey leaves with significantly elevated blood pressure.

As they walk back home, Katherine says, “So do you want me to hold on to everything, or do you want Davey to?”

“What?” Jack asks.

“Who do you want to keep your new clothes, me or Davey?” Katherine repeats.

Jack and Davey stare at her, not grasping her meaning.

“You don’t have anywhere to keep them at the Lodging House, and I would say you could see if Medda would let you keep them at the theater but I know they wouldn’t last the day before they were covered in paint,” Katherine explains. “So? Me or Davey?”

“I guess I’ll have Davey keep ‘em for me, if that’s okay,” Jack decides, glancing at Davey for permission. “Probably easier that way.”

“Um, sure, that’s fine,” Davey says, taking the garment bag when Jack hands it to him. “You can get changed at mine, and we can clean and press them for you too.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jack agrees. “I’ll just pop over before my shift tomorrow, yeah?”

Davey imagines tomorrow, imagines trying to deal with Jack in a suit and tie first thing in the morning, and can feel his expression start to falter. “Sounds good,” he says weakly.

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Chapter two here

#newsies #javid #Jack Kelly #davey jacobs #*the writing desk #*final cut #*editor's note #the tie fic #tease series #this was not supposed to be this long #but im really happy with how it turned out

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what-goesaround-comesaround · 4 years

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Imagine, the newsies put on a variety show :

(Are these all based on personal events? 100%)

Jack asks Medda if they can put on a variety/talent show in her theatre for fun with the reasoning "for the kids!". Medda agrees wholeheartedly and organises an evening for them all to preform.

Jack and the others continue to invite all of the adults who are either parental figures or are just vaguely nice to them, including Kloppman, Hannah, Seitz, the Bowery Beauties, Toby the Candy Butcher, Mr. Jacobi, Medda's stage hands, David's parents ect. Denton is entrusted with recording the show and takes his job very seriously. Racetrack even invited Wiesel as a joke and took bets to see if he came or not (he didn't but no one lost money on that)

Now for the acts :

• First up we have a rendition of Country Roads by John Denver led by Jack, featuring Kid Blink, Mush, Boots, Crutchie and Specs on several instruments (Mush borrowed Race's kazoo). They practiced until 3am the night before on their various instruments leading to Skittery dousing water on Jacks head the next day as revenge.

• Next, a play about the tellitubbies being murdered by their hoover, complete with ukulele music, starring the younger newsies aka Les (as the hoover) Ten Pin, Snipeshooter, Tumbler and Swifty. Sarah provided the ukulele music as the sun and Skittery played a tree in background because the younger newsies bullied him into it. (This is oddly specific for a reason lmao) Some adults were left with several questions afterwards.

• After that comes a very interesting rendition of "That's what makes you beautiful" by Bumlets, Itey, Dutchy, Snoddy and Snitch each preforming as a member of One Direction with name tags to signal who's who. (There was a very loud disagreement about who's be Harry last night. Let's just say Bumlets won)

• Now for David who kept saying he wouldn't participate but is reluctantly forced into it by Sarah, Jack and Les and continues to recite the Element Song flawlessly, surprising everyone. Didn't even need the lyrics, he's that good.

• Up next, a magic act starring Racetrack and Albert, as his lovely (begrudging) assistant! They weren't allowed to to saw Albert in half but did manage a pretty cool vanishing act, making all of the younger newsies ask for magic lessons and everyone else being equally astonished.

• After that comes Super Bass preformed by Smalls while Sniper plays Pachelbel's Cannon In D on the violin. (Smalls recited the clean version per Medda's request)

• Next up is Buttons doing a puppet act with puppets he made himself! His ventriloquist skills are pretty amazing, he even made a puppet of Pulitzer! (Katherine asked for a commissioned copy of him after the show, she couldn't get over how funny and well made it was)

• Now for the Brooklyn newsies. They do an ensemble performance featuring Spot, Long John, Hotshot, York, Myron, Bart, Rafaela, Joey and more. What they perform you may ask? Oh a little dance called "An Dreoilín". It's chaos. Race and Jack jump in towards the end (they also know the dance and song?) and soon everyone'd clapping along. If you haven't heard of it before, look it up on YouTube, the music is brilliant.

• After that comes Bill and Darcy and their own duet of the song "I am the Very Model of a Modern Major General" which they perform frighteningly well. Let's be honest, they sort of are Gilbert and Sullivan and have been waiting for ages to show this party trick off.

• Next up, Jingle Bell Rock but it's the Mean Girls version made even more interesting by Romeo, Jojo, Elmer and Finch. (Do I need to even say who's Regina?) We even have Medda dancing along pretending to be the "cool mom" and Jojo kicking the boom box over, meaning everyone starts singing along. It's the perfect recreation.

• Now for Jake and Pie-Eater doing impressions! Characters included : Jake impersonating Jack with a cheap sparkly cowboy hat (bought an hour before performing), muttering about Santa Fe for 3 minutes straight. Next was Pie-Eater pretending to be Kloppman and Jake as Skittery in the mornings having their banter. They took on requests such as the Delancey Brothers, Wiesel and even Spot (requested by Race. Pie-Eater had trained for this moment and did not disappoint) Jake and Pie-Eater spoke with the right cadences in their voices and perfect body language. Scary impressive stuff.

• Katherine next. She deadpan gets up and switches on her background music ; "We didn't start the fire" and sings it by memory. She makes sure to point at Spot and the rest of the Booklyn newsies when singing "Brooklyn's got a winning team" during the 7th verse. Absolutely deadly.

• Last but not least we have Henry, Mike, Ike, Tommy Boy, Splasher, Coffee Bean and Barney Peanuts performing a rousing version of "Lay all your love on me" from Mamma Mia, matching flippers and everything. Soon everyone's joined in and they all finish with singing "Dancing Queen" with Jack putting a little too much emphasis on the lyrics "only 17".

All in all, a successful evening with the promise from Denton they'll all get a copy of the show sent to them after he makes a few edits (I told you he took this seriously)

Did I do it? Did I mention all the newsies? Seriously, this was an exercise in how many characters I could remember.

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all-hail-the-witcher · 5 years

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blaze it bitches

in honor of weed day have this mess ______

ship: ralbertxweed

genre: the biggest load of crack to ever crack

warnings: weed juice, panera, there’s a shane madej quote, t h r e e quotes by Mr Michael Himself, uhhh, cowboys, oh mothman, general idiocy, and all credit for fruity pebbles to my good nugget mikey

words: 1041 it’s baddd yalll

editing: nope

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Race idly spun a pen on the counter, waiting for the clock to hit 10 so he could begin to close. He wasn't sure why he had chosen to work the closing shift at Panera. Pretty much no one came in after 9, especially on a Monday. Currently the only patrons were a group of annoying teenage girls more interested in taking snapchats than talking to each other, an elderly couple eating soup in the corner, and a high school age girl and boy sitting in a booth, eating nothing but bread and sweet tea, having an intense discussion about whales.

In essence, Race was bored out of his mind.

Until exactly 9:48 when Albert walked through the door, waving around two to go cups from starbucks. “Raaaaceeerrrrrrrr!” he sang awkwardly, tripping over his own feat and spilling a few drops of what looked like tea on the floor.

“Al get your high ass outta here,” Race sighed. “I’m workin and you’re just gonna bother me.”

“Butttt cupcakkkeeeee,” Albert whined. “I know how to get mothman!”

“Mothman ain’t real and neither am I,” Race muttered, taking the rag and wiping down the counter. “Now get outta here before Jack makes you.”

Albert sighed. “Least drink the tea I brought you?”

Race sighed, just wanting Albert to not get him fired for once. “Fine.”

Albert smirked.

“But then you have to go, alright?” Race said, holding the cup to his lips and taking a sip.

Albert plunged his hand into the pocket of his sweatshirt and pulled out a handful of fruity pebbles, dropping several on the floor. “O-kayyy.”

Race made a face. “What's in this tea Al? It don't taste like nothin from starbucks.”

Al gave him a half smirk. “You like my weed juice?”

“Weed juice? Is this- you made tea out of weed?” Race looked at the paper cup first in shock and then in awe. “Wait, this is brilliant.”

“Course it is,” Albert proclaimed. “I invented it.” He reached his hand back into his pocket for more fruity pebbles. “Want some munchies?”

“Sure why not.” Race could slowly feel the affectionately named “weed juice” taking affect. Hopefully he wouldn’t break too many things while he was closing.

“Racer can you go kick out those teen- wait a second, what are you doing here Al?” Jack looked at Albert skeptically before wrinkling his nose up in disgust. “Alright I don't know which of you brought the grass but I can smell it and I’m not dealing with this tonight so I suggest you two get outta here before you accidentally explode the place.”

Albert’s eyes widened in excitement. “We can go hunting for mothman!” he exclaimed, looking at Race expectantly.

Well, he wasn't gonna remember this in the morning anyway so might as well. “Yeah!” Race agreed, throwing off his apron and hat and wailing them at Jack.

“Try not to get arrested!” Jack called after them, shaking his head.

Once outside, Albert led Race to his car and opened the trunk. “Okay so I figured it out! Mothman wont show us to himself cause we don't look like him so we gotta dress in his truest form.” He handed Race a cheap cowboy costume and a hat.

“Mothman’s a cowboy?”

“Duhhhhh,” Albert rolled his eyes. “Cowboys are the most most cryptic, and sos mothman! It’s how’s he’s stayed hidden all these years.”

Race nodded solemnly in agreement, hastily pulling the costume on over his clothes and jamming the hat on his head.

“Oh I only have one pair of boots though,” Albert frowned. “Guess we’ll have to share.”

Race frowned in agreement. “Oh!” he perked up. “I’ll wear one of your boots and you can wear one of my vans!”

“Yes!” Albert pulled one of Races shoes off of his foot, knocking him backwards. “Now we just gotta go to the spot!”

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“The spot” turned out to be behind a bush in a kids playground.

“Are you sure we’ll find mothman here?” Race asked, peeking through his dollar store binoculars at his dark surroundings.

“My sources say yes.”

“You have sources?” Race asked skeptically.

“Course.” Albert took a swig from his to go mug.

“Are you still drinkin that weed juice?”

“Nah.” Albert looked at the cup fondly. “It’s my munchies. I can taste the colors.”

Race leaned over. Munchies sounded good right now. “Can I have some?”

“No! My munchies!” Albert wrapped the cup protectively in his arms.

“I want!”

“No!”

“Give!”

“Quiet you’re gonna scare away mothman!”

Race shut up immediately. He didn’t want to scare away his cryptid friend. He had to film a tik tok video with him and become famous!

After ten minutes though, he couldn’t be silent any longer.

“I’m tired,” he whispered loudly. “When is mothman gonna get here?”

Albert knit his eyebrows together, considering while he chewed on a few red fruity pebbles. “Oh I know!” he exclaimed. “Let’s talk about stuff mothman would like so he knows we’re friends.”

Race was intrigued. “Like what?”

“Hmmm,” Albert pondered for a few minutes before beginning to rant. “Crickets are scary but rubbing your legs together under a blanket as such is nice so crickets made some points i guess.”

Race nodded in agreement. “And like,” he thought for a second. “Ok so whales slap. But also they’re big and they don’t need to be.”

“Whales are very cryptic,” Albert yawned. “And I guess no offense to anyone who actually likes them but kiwi birds are weird and why did they need a fruit named after them and why are they fuzzy and who gave the Fruits the right to be fuzzy like what the fuck- WAIT WHICH CAME FIRST THE BIRD OR THE FRUIT- god they’re as cryptic as whales.”

“That’s a good point.” Race laid back in the grass. “Maybe if we go to sleep mothman will show up to kiss us goodnight.”

“You’re so right!” Albert quickly joined Race in the grass. “I’m tired anyway. So this is like,” he pressed his lips together, thinking hard, “killing two birds with one egg.”

“Birds work for the government,” race muttered. “Night Albie.”

“Night racer.”

Race dozed off, dreaming of yodeling with mothman and getting verified on tik tok.

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willyoushareyoursoulwithme · 6 years

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Local Newsies Production - Review

ACT 1

Santa Fe prologue was so good, and soooooo much less awkward than the live version. it was super cute

Crutchie ‘shot’ jack with his crutch at “earthquake or war”

Davey more shy

really comes out during seize the day v. twwk

“Even though we ain’t got hats or badges” - Davey touches his hat and looks very confused @ Jack

Katherine was freaking adorable

Sang watch what happens way more frustrated than kara, as a writer i found it #relatable

“What a face” - said with disgust. I approve. Boys are gross.

harmonies were so good

THE SET WAS HUGE AND MOVED JUST LIKE THE BROADWAY ONE AND OMG I LOVED IT

if rather tell u want I'm hoping for tonight - katherine straight up laughs in his face

One guy played Weasel, Jacobi and Roosevelt. He was great. Every character had a different walk, a different talk, He was great. 130/10

Albert’s mic kept going out but he projected you go sweetie

LES WAS ADORABLE HE IS THE KING OF COMEDY

STARED AT THE BOWERY BEAUTY FOR SO LONG

I ALMOST CRIED OF LAUGHTER

LITERALLY SHOO’ED DAVEY AWAY WHEN MEDDA TOLD HIM TO MOVE

THAT KID WAS MY FAVOURITE

They changed almost all the ‘hells’ to heck, but jack says damn a lot lol

CHOREO IS SO GOOD

SANTA FE WAS BEAUTIFUL

jack was restrained as crutchie getting arrested - like this much better

medda cOULD BELT HOLY SHIT

KathERINE CAN BELT TOO OMG

race is hilarious

v carefree

responsible tho

K: “Let’s get drunk!” -K

R: “Yeah!” *looks at Les* ‘wait no’

K: “NOT WITH LIQUOR”

R: ‘oh ok good’

Henry is great

gives crutchie a piggy back ride after wwk

Crutchie just freaking bolted onto his back and off they scampered

Davey and crutchie shake hands and introduce themselves while jack and LEs were talking. A+

dutchie is strong

def more 92sies than bway

jack looks like akb sometimes

Davey is v nervous

one kids name was evan hannon

Delanceys played by actual brothers

“That’s pitiful” was said very loudly, like Race wanted it to be a joke. Crutchie was very hurt, and everyone was like “wtf dude” @ Race so he apologized and hugged Crutchie it was v pure

lotsa hugs

WHEN THEY THREW THE PAPES THEY LOOKED STRAIGHT AT US

PROBS CAUSE WE WERE CHEERING AND WEARING NEWSIES CAPS

AND THEY DID IT AGAIN TO CLEAR THE STAGE AND MADE EYE CONTACT

SANTA FE OMG

pronounces every letter like a proper theatre kid omg

cRUTCHIE IS READY TO THROW DOWN

fights the scabs

fights Delanceys

fights eVERYONE

p sure he fights jack at some point tbh

One kid that looks like chaz Wolcott

one little girl, she's so good omg. dances her little heart out. you go girl. she's so great. I love her.

specs looks like Ryan Steele

Specs: ‘and I lost my shoe!’

Race: ‘wtf dude’

LIVE MUSIC

V GOOD LIVE MUSIC

SOUNDS LIKE THE RECORDING TBH

((RACHEL THE TRUMPET SOLOIST WAS FREAKING FANTASTIC))

also everyone is v cute. seems nice. 11/10, would befriend.

cheer a lot

they love it

can see the grins

For the World Will Know they opened some doors and Davey had to dug to get in them

ACT 2

DAVEY CHANGED AND LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE ANOTHER NEWSIE HE’S NOT EVEN COLOUR-CODED I LIKE IT VERY MUCH OK

Kath’s costume was weird?? Ngl it made her neck look funny, and made her look like a dwarf but she was still cute and lovely

Medda’s feather fell, and when she went backstage to fix it her mic was on and she talked really loudly and everyone on stage froze for like .01 of a second and then jack just kept going and i applaud their professionalism

Kath straight up grabbed Jack’s shirt and jerked him down for the kiss

NO STAGE KISS, IT WAS FULL ON LIP-TO-LIP CONTACT, I WAS V SURPRISED

while they were kissing some kid in the back went ‘w o w’ and my sisters lost it

As they were rolling the set for Letter on, my sister whispers “oh no.”

There were lots of kids in the refuge? I loved it

This crutchie, omg. He’s definitely my favourite. So he’s singing Letter From the Refuge, and he’s very bitter and upset and sarcastic and i Love it and then the kid shushes him and he just sits in silence for several seconds and when he starts singing again he’s crying and omg he’s my favourite crutchie ever move over AKB

Also he and Race had very fluffy brown hair aaaaaaand I want it

In the office scene, davEY WAS STRAIGHT UP LEANING BACK AND ROCKING IN PULITZER’S OFFICE CHAIR HE WAS SO HAUGHTY I LOVE IT

This kid was a bass and low tenor and WWH rep. Is v high (obvs) so they had to do a weird key but PROPS TO THIS KID HE PULLED IT OFF GREAT

Henry is my favourite. Sorry, everyone else can go home. He’s great.

Had Jack physically restrained by Snyder in Pulitzer’s office. Again, I like it.

WHEN THE BROOKLYN KIDS CAME ON THEY STRAIGHT UP VAULTED OFF THE SET IS WAS GREAT

OK SPOT CONLON CAME ON, HE WAS TALL AND BUFF AND I LOOKED AT MY SISTER AND MOUTHED ‘hot damn’ AND SHE LAUGHED

Lots of hugging between Race and Crutchie

More Race and Finch action than Race and Albert. Albert didn’t really do much, Finch and Henry were the most notable ‘ensemble’ parts

I GOT A NEWSPAPER

They got a standing ovation!

While Les was talking about having a girl Davey was so shocked and confused and big brother mode was kicking on and it was hilarious

That whole scene was my favourite tbh. Davey was so dry. ‘What’s a fellow got to do to get away from you people?’ *in the driest tone, and very fast* theresnoescapinguspalwereinevitable

“Jack?” “Yeah?” *grabs upper arm* “It’s good to have you back.”

*pause where they tenderly hold each other’s forearms*

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

Something to Believe In, Jack’s voice was kinda scratchy but he still did good and i loved it

That whole song was great

In the office scene, Pulitzer’s assistant r u n s in, shouts, “MR PULITZER THE MAYOR IS HERE AND YOUR DAUGHTER AND YOU WONT BELIEVE WHO ELSE,” and skids to a stop about center stage.

That guy was freaking hilarious tbh

WHEN CRUTCHIE CAME OUT HE WAS LIKE ‘DID YA MISS ME’ AND THEY WERE LIKE ‘NAH’ AND THEN DOG-PILED HIM

Crutchie saw Jack and very softly called “jack!” and they ran to each other and hugged for a few seconds it was v soft and everyone ‘aww’ed

“What’s Santa Fe got that New York ain’t? Tarantulas? Sandstorms?” *pffts and walks off*

THE CURTAIN CALL OMG

THEY SANG SO MANY REPRISES

THEY JUST KEPT COMING BACK

THEY GOT A STANDING OVATION, THEY WERE SMILING SO BIG

WE STOOD AND CLAPPED FOR TEN MINUTES

AND THEY READ OFF NAMES AND WE WERE STILL STANDING AND APPLAUDING

AND THEN THEY SANG AGAIN

CRUTCHIE AND RACE HAD THEIR ARMS AROUND EACH OTHER AND WERE USING THEIR CIGAR AND CRUTCH AS A MICROPHONE

THEY KEPT WAVING AS THE CURTAIN DROPPED

THEY KNELT ON THE GROUND AND WAVED

AND THEIR HANDS WERE STICKING OUT AT THE BOTTOM

THEY WERE SO PURE AAAAA

BASICALLY, 32974Y24732786/10, WOULD DEFINITELY SEE AGAIN

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neverplannedonnewsies · 6 years

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A Walk in the Park

Just love Davey, what can I say? I’ll try and branch out to new characters soon guys, but I hope you guys like this slightly self-indulgent fic for now ;)

Davey x reader pairing. No warnings.

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“Y/N! Come downstairs at once, Mr. Inglesworth is at the door!”

You sighed, regretful setting aside your book and accepting your gloves and hat from the maid. Your mother clucked over you, brushing at your dress and worrying that your hair was not tidy enough. You dutifully followed her downstairs where Mr. John Inglesworth was waiting. He had been attempting to court you for several months – attempting because you wanted nothing to do with him. Certainly he was rich, handsome, everything you were supposed to be looking for in a husband, but you just didn’t like him. He had been nothing but courteous to you, but it was just a feeling you had, the way he’d phrase his remarks that had you reluctant to spend time in his company. He was also rather arrogant which did not help.

Your parents, however, were absolutely enamored with him and insisted on pushing you together at every opportunity. Thus today’s outing for a stroll around Central Park.

“Miss Y/L/N, what a delight it is to see you. And if I may say, you are looking particularly radiant today.” You smiled wanly as he bowed over your hand and placed a kiss upon it. Your skin tingled with annoyance and you quickly pulled on your gloves to resist the childish urge to scrub the back of your hand.

With a last goodbye to your mother you took hold of Mr. Inglesworths’ outstretched arm and he swept you out the door. Your residence overlooked Central Park, the close proximity being the reason you had insisted the outing take place there. You figured you could stroll for a little while, and if Mr. Inglesworth persisted in being irritating you could plead a headache and be done with him quickly. He began with his usual chatter, talking about only topics that interested him and bored you to tears, until he briefly mentioned, “I heard tell of a female reporter writing for The Sun. And not just the social pages, but front page stories! It’s a disgrace it is.”

You gritted your teeth in annoyance – that headache might not end up being fake after all.

“I think it’s wonderful,” you said, trying to keep your composure.

“Oh you females would naturally want to stick by one another but surely a woman of your status cannot possibly condone that sort of behavior.” He didn’t seem to actually expect a response to this, which was good because you had been about to say something very rude. You decide the best way to survive this outing would be to say as little as possible – not difficult with the amount of blather coming from Mr. Inglesworth. Just when you thought if you had to hear him speak one more word you would scream, an interruption blissfully came your way.

“Care to buy a pape, sir? Ma’am?” The question came from a nearby newsboy – though boy probably wasn’t the right word as he was a least the same age as you, if not slightly older. He was also rather nicely dressed for a newsie, and cleaner than most of the poor boys you saw running around hawking the headlines. Mr. Inglesworth didn’t seem to notice any of this though and merely snarled, “Not from the likes of you, you street urchin.”

Mr. Inglesworth began pulling you rather roughly away, as though being in proximity to someone from the working class would prove dangerous. The newsboy’s face became carefully blank, but you could see the anger behind his eyes. You dug in your heels and stated loudly, “Actually, Mr. Inglesworth, I would care for a paper. Please be so kind as to wait a moment while I purchase one.”

Mr. Inglesworth frowned, but stiffly said, “Very well.”

You turned to the newsie who now had a mischievous glint in his eyes, and asked, “Any good stories today?”

“Yes ma’am, there was quite the fire down at the docks last night, and there’s also an editorial on Roosevelt’s recent bill proposal.” He was educated too, it seemed.

“What’s your opinion on Roosevelt?” You asked this just to annoy Mr. Inglesworth – he detested Roosevelt, and you suspected this newsie would be in favor of him due to the recent strike.

“Oh he’s a brilliant man. I actually met him when he put his support behind the newsboy strike.”

You raised your eyebrows, impressed – if he had met Roosevelt that meant he was one of the leaders of the strike. You started to ask him more about it when Mr. Inglesworth gave a loud, aggravated sigh and said, “Miss Y/L/N I believe we should continue on – don’t want to deny this chap time to sell his newspapers” and gave a very insincere smile.

Annoyance flared up in you again, however this time you were forced to acknowledge that in this one instance Mr. Inglesworth might be right. You didn’t want to hurt the young man’s chances of selling all his papers. So you bid the newsie farewell with a smile, tucked your newspaper under your arm, and continued on with Mr. Inglesworth.

Spirits buoyed by having you to himself again, Mr. Inglesworth continued with his relentless chatter, and you tuned him out by thinking about the handsome newsie with the strong cheekbones and soft hands. You tuned him out so effectively, however, that you were caught completely off-guard when Mr. Inglesworth began sprouting off nonsense about how beautiful you were, how wonderful life would be as his wife, and promptly got down on one knee and asked you to marry him – in a public place!

“Do stand up,” you hissed, cheeks turning red at the sight of people staring. He obliged you in this instance, but kept a firm grip on your hands.

“I know this is a bit unorthodox, but I have already asked your father for his blessing and he has granted it, so I thought it best to get on with things. I’m thinking a spring wedding, though I-“

“Mr. Inglesworth!” you burst out.

“John, please. I believe at this point we can dispense with formalities,” he chuckled in what you were sure he thought was an indulgent manner, but merely came across as condescending.

“Mr. Inglesworth,” you said in a firmer tone, “While I appreciate very much the offer of your hand I am afraid that I must decline. Please accept my sincerest regrets.”

He appeared stunned, “You…decline?”

“Yes.”

“That’s not possible.”

“Given that it just happened, I assure you it is.”

“But it is not possible! I am a gentleman of as high a stature as you could hope to marry! Your father has already given his approval, you cannot-”

“I believe the lady said no,” a quiet voice interrupted. “And a gentleman would accept her word.”

You both turned to see the newsie from earlier standing there, looking determinedly at Mr. Inglesworth. He was clearly trying to keep the situation calm, but held his body stiffly as though he was preparing for a confrontation.

Mr. Inglesworth swelled, getting ready to shout and you quickly stepped in, “John, people are staring. If you make a scene this is likely to get into the gossip columns. Please just go.”

Your remark seemed to remind him where he was, and how poorly his image would suffer if the rest of New York’s high society got wind of this. Shouting at a woman would never be viewed positively, no matter what the circumstances. He shot you one more venomous look and strode quickly away.

“Are you all right miss?”

You sighed with relief, “Yes, now that he’s gone. Thank you for stepping in.”

“You had him pretty well handled; I just thought you could use a bit of moral support.” Now that you were alone he had become wonderfully relaxed and seemed almost an entirely different boy than the one moments before.

“Well thank you all the same, Mr…?”

“Jacobs. My name is David Jacobs, but you may call me Davey if you’re comfortable with the ‘informality’.” You grin broadened and you said,

“Very well, Davey. You may call me Y/N if you wish.”

“May I walk you home since your escort so unceremoniously abandoned you?” he bowed and offered his arm, making you laugh and gratefully accept it. You could not help but notice his arm was more well-muscled than Mr. Inglesworth’s had been. This walk in the park certainly had taken a turn for the better.

“So tell me, what was Roosevelt really like?”

“Oh he was just as brusque and loud as you read in the papes, really takes charge of a room. My friend Jack is normally so sure of himself but he nearly fell apart after shaking his hand, it was so funny…”

You continued on, listening in interest as he told you about the newsie strike and the rest of his newsie brothers, all too soon ending up back at the doorstep to your family’s townhouse.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Davey. And thank you again.”

“The pleasure was all mine, Miss Y/N” Davey said as he bowed over your hand, placing a soft kiss on it and looked up at you with a slightly goofy smile which you returned.

“Will you be back in the park selling papers tomorrow?” you asked hopefully.

“Absolutely.”

You watched him walk away, you heart doing an extra little thump when he turned to look back at you as he walked down the street. Your hand still tingled when you turned to go inside, but this time it was a wonderful feeling.

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majorxmaggiexboy · 5 years

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i recently remembered a film my brother and i watched several times as children, and that got me thinking about the other stuff we would watch. most of which seems kind of weird on reflection. we don’t actually have any of these anymore, so just for funsicles i’m trying to think of the films and see if i can remember any of the details before actually googling them.

Live Action

Two Brothers - a couple of tiger cubs are captured by poachers or something and separated from each other. one is trained to perform in the circus and is also fed candy by some guy, the circusmaster is an absolute [censored]. the tiger learns to jump through fire which is important later. the other cub is given to a little boy (TERRIBLE IDEA) and is a pet for a while until he’s sold to someone else. the tigers are eventually reunited but then they’re chased by people with guns who try to trap them by setting things on fire BUT because the first tiger learned not to be scared of fire he shows his brother how to jump through it and they escape and are reunited with this other tiger that has a hole in her ear from a really close call with poachers. i think she’s their mom.

Gunther and the Paper Brigade - idk if it was knock-off Newsies or what but like there’s this kid named Gunther whose brother keeps an ant farm and said the line “did you know that all the ants in the world would weigh as much as all the people in the world?” and i think they’d just moved to a new house but Gunther joins some kind of newspaper group and at first he is AWFUL at delivering papers like he just slings em any ol’ place but then he gets into a sort of war with a bully and i think somebody orally siphoned some gasoline at one point and the brother’s ants definitely came into play and in the end Gunther was really good at delivering papers. He rode a bike. at one point he’s hanging out at the mall pretty often for some reason and his brother teases him about it.

Ben Wagner - Uhhh family moves to new town, kid has an older sister and a younger sister, there’s a freaky adult at the school who said the line “Wagner. Waaaagner. I’ve got it. The name is now set. in my. brain....,,..” Benny’s miserable for some reason but he meets a kind of mysterious girl who takes him to visit her elderly relative but to get there they have to walk across a log that’s across a river/waterfall type of situation. the elderly relative says something to the effect that if they all stand on one side of the house it’ll tip over. Ben regularly visits these people. His dad gives him some chores but he half-arses all of them and the dad walks him around to each thing (like the car that was supposed to be washed, the garage that was supposed to be tidied, w/e) and goes “you did a lousy job”. The older sister wants money for something but hasn’t saved up her allowance so she demands money from Ben and says the line “I bet you have tons of money squirreled away”. He goes to visit the mysterious girl and her relative but his little sister follows him and falls off the log bridge so he jumps in the water to save her and he manages it but then they’re both in the hospital.

No More Baths - Guy runs a club for kids and has some rules in place specifically to keep the kids safe but one kid breaks the rules and winds up getting himself hurt so the guy who just wanted to do nice things for the community kids gets straight up ARRESTED and his dog is put in the pound and the whole thing was some racially-motivated bull and the kids aren’t having it so they protest by refusing to bathe and i think they get to testify at the guy’s hearing too and anyway he wins so then the kids go play in some water bc they haven’t washed in weeks.

Goosebumps: Night in Terror Tower: Some dude is a little too enthusiastic about explaining to two children how the Rack works “It stretched, annnd streeettched, unTIL HIS BOOOOOOOOONES, WERE PUUULLLLLLLLED...poP. Right Out Of Their Sockets. :) “ and then those kids get chased around by some dude who wants to kill them or something. they try to buy a bus pass but they have medieval currency and the girl’s like “Our parents wouldn’t give us play money” but then they wind up in like actual medieval England. I think the girl’s name was Sidney.

Bunch of Assorted Wildlife Documentaries: idk there was a thing about an elephant painting and a lot to do with dolphins idk i think there was a bit of Steve Irwin in there too

Cartoons

The Gallivants - like Divergent but with very Orange ants who are assigned a career? or pick out a career? but when they reach adulthood they’re all supposed to develop something called a “kabump” which is like an extra segment for their creepy insect bodies. They wear shoes and their limbs can have either pink stripes or blue stripes. they might wear gloves? anyway the protagonist is named something like “Shando” and he doesn’t develop his “kabump” on time so it’s scandalous. His friends desert him or something. I think he wanted to be a musician and so makes himself a fake kabump but he plays the saxophone a little too vigorously or something and makes it come off, at which point he’s shamed and rejected by literally everyone but at some point he also tries to work in construction but accidentally breaks stuff and is told “You’re not a Con-struct. You’re a DE-STRUCT.” then he wanders around in a labyrinthine cave fighting a two-headed creature called something like, The VanterViper that wants to kill all the baby ants or something at i think in the end he’s appointed like official Mom of all the babies or something of that nature

The Ugly Duckling - Standard retelling of the classic tale, this one was created almost exclusively to sell Crayola products i’m pretty sure. This version has a baby swan just trying to live his best life but then a bunch of [redacted] sing at his adoptive mom about how “one bad apple spoils the batch” and he either runs away or gets kicked out. then he runs into a mouse who wears boots and has red hair and she proceeds to call him “Ugly” as if that’s his name, for the entire rest of the movie. He winds up inside a house at one point and two freaky looking cats sing at him about the importance of having “a high IQ” i think a church burns down and he saves the mouse? over the course of the film he gets more and more swan-like in appearance and maybe works for a theater for a little while and then everyone loves him.

Scamper - a bunch of penguins are trying to hatch their eggs but then they’re attacked by...something....and one penguin feels bad about losing some eggs so he takes someone else’s but then admits what he did and returns the egg to its real parents and everyone mourns the loss of their children while being grateful for the survivors. when the eggs hatch there’s like a little pink penguin and a little bluish penguin and they’re friends, they’re learning to slide during Penguin School but then they get captured and wind up on a boat and there’s a dog. They eat really tasty-looking crackers out of bags and are terrorized by the ship’s crew until they manage to escape and find their way back home to their grieving parents.

Willy the Sparrow - a sick (literally and figuratively) young boy has fun bullying a cat and being a [redacted] to birds but then an elderly woman turns him into a sparrow to teach him a lesson. He meets other birds, all of whom have decidedly human heads of hair, including an old man sparrow who teaches him to fly. he winds up challenging the former child-leader-of-the-sparrows for power using his human smarts to amaze them all and eventually leads an attack on the cat who rightfully holds a massive grudge against him. idk he like helps them find food or something and then gets turned back into a human maybe

The Seventh Brother - a young child is moving to a new place and brings her puppy, but somehow his carrier is knocked out of the car??? or something?? and he winds up lost in the forest but is rescued by a large family of rabbits who teach him how to act like a rabbit. He saves one of them from being carried off by a bird but then begins to die of malnutrition as dogs can’t live on the same diet as rabbits for any length of time. also, he rescues a former tormentor from a creepy-as-hell predator and is badly wounded in the process, prompting the rabbits to band together to get him home to his owner. they succeed and he’s pretty much cured by one (1) bowl of puppy food.

Some Blue’s Clues Special: idk whatever’s the one with the treble-clef and the treasure hunt where the ‘treasure’ turned out to be Steve’s grandma’s cookies that you can tell the exact taste and smell of just by looking at them and also the grandma made an appearance too

That Weird Puppet Cat in the Hat Thing with the grouchy bird who had to be taught how to play pretend but then was pushed into a panic attack when the group was playing pirates and he imagined it too vividly so then they explained that he could change the story at any time and also at one point they played a game called “pass the yawn” and the bird just went OFF more than once

Some cartoon, i think it was Anastasia, where at one point someone’s taking some stuff away and the girl says what on reflection i think might have been “My luggage!” but at the time i thought was “my lungs!” and i spent the whole movie thinking they done straight up confiscated the girl’s lungs.

The Swan Princess - and i remember nothing except the way Odette would say “Darren!” and the fact that she spent a lot of time as a bird and there was a puffin. also Darren was one of my early crushes purely because i liked his name.

The Secrets of NIHM 2: main character’s name was Timothy and was one of the first characters i mentally fanfic’d about. there was some song that was like “Just! say! Yes!” where i think he was being pressured to do drugs or be experimented on or something but mostly i remember him singing “I am my father’s son” and me being so confused thinking “well yeah?? Who else’s son could you be???”

idk some Thumbalina thing all i remember is “Deary! Marry the Mole!”

Friggin’ Barbie Rapunzel there was a purple(?) dragon and Rapunzel liked to paint and that movie was where i learned the word “adequate” and i’m still mad at that woman for being so rude like lady. who raised you. where are your manners. i think the dad dragon wanted the purple dragon to hate humans or something idk

some other film where there was a very definitely purple dragon but i can’t remember any details so it’s just going to haunt me forever but it was like a small-ish purple dragon.

#personal #movies #some of these didn't seem Weird until i started really thinking about them #turning the memory over a few times #in which i remember every movie child!me ever watched apparently #seventh brother was my great-grandad's favorite okay he and my great-grandma loved that one #willy the sparrow was also a frequent flier oh my nO #i have to actually google all these now and i'm gonna yell

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multifandom-gif-imagines · 7 years

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Rain, Rain

Race x Reader

Working on the street wasn’t an easy thing. Definitely not in this weather. You worked for a local crafts shop and you would sell small trinkets and statues made of wood from your cart. When the rain got too bad, you ducked your cart under an awning an alleyway and took off. You tried several different places but crowds of people had flocked to the awnings and in the doorways of buildings trying to stay dry as the rain pour down on Manhattan's Streets. Being relatively small, you were pushed out from everyone of your hiding places. You ran down the street until you found an awning with only a few people under it. It started to fill up and you got pushed toward the back of the crowd. The deli whose awning you were standing under was closed until dinner so you turned back around and tried to watch the rain to no avail. You felt a hand on your shoulder pull you backwards into the deli.

“What are you doing out there? You’re all wet, you could get sick.” A tall boy, more of a man said as you looked at him confused. “My name’s David and you looked like you could stand to get of of the rain.” He smiled. “Thank you very much. My name is (Y/N), by the way.” You thanked him and he led you to a room full of boys and one other female. All the boys leaned back and looked you up and down. You were suddenly very conscious of your wet hair that was done nicely a few minutes ago.

“Hey guys? Stop freaking out whenever a girl crosses your path.” The girl said waving the boys off. All the boys laugh and go back to their conversations. “Where did you come from?” Another boy standing across the room said. “Jack, lay off.” David said as he walked over to him and sat down. You ended up sitting at a table with Jack, David and three other boys. One boy had a crutch, one had on glasses and the last boy had a cigar in his mouth. “Ah, c’mon Davey, I’m just askin’ the lady a question.” Jack smiled at Davey. “I work at the crafts shop down the street.” You answer with a smile. “I think I’ve seen ya down there before, that’s where I sell. Remember me?” The boy with a cigar asked with a smirk. “Yes, I think I do actually. You’re the boy who always flirts with me while we are both supposed to be working.” You say looking him in the eye. “Well what can I say, sweetheart? You’re just too beautiful, I just can’t help myself.” He winked and you blushed just slightly, hoping it would be seen.

After a few more minutes of talking with the rest of the table, the other two boys Crutchie and Specs had been a delight and you were having a great time. Learning about selling “papes” as the boys called them and a few of the other newsies. The rain had let up. “Well we’s better be hittin’ the streets boys.” Jack called out and people started to gather their stuff. You were grabbing your purse when you smelled the smoke of a cigar closer to you than it hand previously been. Standing up, you see Race leaning again the table with his hat off, the cigar hanging from his lips. “Hey (Y/N)?” he took the cigar out of his mouth. “Got something you want to say, Race?” You ask looking up at him. He laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, actually I do.” He took a step closer to you and your chests were now touch. “I was wonderin’ if you would take a break from all this work ya doin’ and meet me here for lunch tomorrow?” His eyes looked down into yours with a smirk playing on his face. Almost getting lost in his eyes, you snap yourself back to reality. “Sure thing.” You smile as you reach up and plant a quick kiss on his cheek before walking back to grab your stuff.

You smile to yourself thinking about what just happened. The boy who has flirted with everyday for at least a week who you also have a sort of tiny, actually huge crush on just asked you on a date and you couldn’t be happier.

You felt a hot breath on the back of your neck, “See ya tomorrow.” Race whispered in your ear before pressing a soft kiss behind it. You felt a shiver go down your spine and Race brush past you. He joined his friends outside and turned and gave you a wink through the glass door. This boy is going to be the death of me.

~Admin Nat

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unbelievable : part two

reader x racetrack higgins

[newsies]

previously: “I caught Kath’s eye and she winked at me. No way. Absolutely no way. I sprint away while they’re talking about a girl secretly being a newsie and they still don’t figure it out?

‘Unbelievable.’”

a/n: guess who’s making this a series (whoops?) tbh i just found it really unrealistic that race and the reader would get together so quickly and since the idea has a lot of potential i’ve decided to continue and make it several parts. i can’t guarantee how long it’ll be, but i’m excited for it (i also can’t tell you how often it’ll be updated because i have no idea)

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I watched as all four boys’ jaws dropped and Katherine’s eyes widened.

“But you - you….. you can’t - you said you couldn’t - ” Race spluttered.

“I didn’t say anything, you idiots. And you know what? You’re all stupid. Like, insanely stupid. And I’m so sick of not saying anything, because there have been so many times when I just wanted to scream because you were all being so miraculously stupid. And, another thing? I’m so sick of wearing this hat.” I took off the cap and threw it down, yanking out the pins Katherine had used to tame my hair and letting it fall down. I’d forgotten how nice it was to not have my hair tucked away.

“I cannot believe you just did that, I spent so much time putting your hair up like that!” Katherine pouted a little, earning an eye roll from me.

“You knew about this?” Jack turned to face her. Her eyes went wide once more as she tried to stutter out an explanation. I let out a small laugh at the frightened look on her face.

“A little help here?” She asked me, eyes going back and forth between me and Jack.

“Nope. If I’m going down, so are you,” I crossed my arms as she let out a breath.

“Fair enough,” she mumbled.

“I’m sorry, but could we please address the fact that I’ve been selling papes with a girl?!” Race was in an obvious state of distress, and as cute as he looked I couldn’t help but be offended.

“You got a problem with girls?” I questioned, glaring at him, as I put my hands on hips. His face went red and he looked away sheepishly. Oh, okay, that was new. I’d never been the one to make him nervous before, it had always been the other way around. Interesting.

“So you’ve been lying to us this whole time?” Davey spoke up. He looked slightly confused, but not angry. If anything, he appeared to be amused.

“I mean, like I said before, I never said anything, so technically I didn’t lie.” Davey let out a small noise that resembled a laugh while Jack gave an exasperated grunt.

“Y/N,” Katherine started.

“Your name’s Y/N?” Jack asked incredulously.

“What, did you think it was actually Mute?” He opened and closed his mouth, but no words came out. Eventually he just stopped trying. He turned to Davey and Race and they all started to talk quietly (except not really all that quiet, because it was them after all). They were arguing, and Katherine sent me a troubled glance. I looked over to find Crutchie sitting on one of the beds, grinning while he watched his friends bicker.,

“Crutchie, what do you think about all of this?” Davey asked, turning all attention towards him. Crutchie shook his head, smiling.

“I think it’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in weeks.” He looked at me and gave me a smile, and I couldn’t help but smile back. Race may have been the ‘you’re so attractive please marry me’ kind of cute, but Crutchie was the ‘you’re like my adorably pure little brother’ kind of cute.

“See?” Davey grinned with us, “it’s not that bad. She did what she had to do to support herself, just like all of us do every day.” I mouthed a thank you to him and he nodded at me.

“Well, I say we let her stay,” Race said, addressing Jack.

“Oh yeah? And why do you say that?” Jack raised an eyebrow at his friend and Race gave me one of those smirks that made my knees feel weak.

“Because, she’s kinda cute.” Oh dear lord this boy will be the death of me. Who the hell gave him the right to say something like that? Katherine gives me a knowing look, and I roll my eyes to mask the fact that I am quite literally screaming inside. Jack lets out a loud laugh, but nods, agreeing that I should stay.

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Eventually, we had discussed the terms of me continuing to be a newsie. This included me keeping up the charade of being a mute boy in public, but being able to talk with the boys with all of them knowing that I was a girl. This obviously meant that the rest of the newsies would have to find out. Since we all agreed that I wouldn’t be selling papes for the day, I headed back to Katherine’s place and promised that I would return towards the end of the day when all the boys would be done selling.

Kath insisted that I leave my hair down and wear one of her dresses, which I really didn’t mind at all. It felt normal and comfortable. Looking in her mirror I could almost convince myself that I was still the girl I was a little over a year ago. I wonder if any of the boys would put it together if they heard my full name - it had to have been one hell of a headline. Memorable, to say the least.

We walked back to the lodge, talking the whole way. Mostly, we talked about the fact that Race had called me cute and that if he pulled something like that again I was going to punch him or kiss him. When we arrived we were laughing and I felt ready to go in and face the boys, but we’d been told to wait outside. After a few minutes, Jack came out, smiling at us.

“C’mon in,” he said, motioning for us to follow him. As we walked through the crowd of newsies I could tell that a lot of the attention was on me. I had expected that though, it’s not every day some girl waltzes into the lodge. Plus, Katherine had said that I looked good in the dress, and these boys could flirt with a wall. “Alright, quiet down!”

Everybody quickly hushed, gathering around where me, Kath, and Jack were standing. I found Davey and Crutchie in the crowd and they smiled reassuringly at me. I smiled back, glancing around once more, but not seeing Race.

“As you all know, we had a little run in with the Delancey brudders this morning.” Shouts followed Jack’s words and he hushed them swiftly. “They scared Mute real bad, putting their hands on ‘im and talkin’ ‘bout us hidin’ a girl.” People were starting to whisper and I felt my stomach knot, suddenly nervous. Subconsciously, I swept over the crowd again. This time, though, I spotted Race in the back, leaning against the wall. He must’ve seen how nervous I was becoming, because he gave me a quick nod and mouthed ‘breathe.’ I took a deep breath and nodded back at him.

“Well, boys, I’d like to introduce you to Y/N,” he motioned for me to step forward and I moved so I was standing directly beside him. There were a few wolf whistles and catcalls. “Or, as you know her, Mute.” The noises died down as all the boys stood in shock, trying to process.

“Ya mean she’s been sleeping two bunks away from me and I didn’t know it? I’ve been missing the opportunity of a lifetime!” The boys went crazy at Romeo’s words all laughing and cheering.

“Imagine if you’d met them on the street instead of becoming a newsie, you might’ve ended up with Romeo,” Katherine whispered in my ear. I let out a loud laugh, slapping a hand over my mouth to muffle it. She giggled relentlessly beside me and it took me a minute to realize that the noise had stopped again.

“You can talk?” Albert called out incredulously.

“Oh, yeah, that too,” Jack said, half smiling. I rolled my eyes at him, brushing my hair out of my face.

“Hi,” I said simply, giving a little wave.

“I need some sleep,” Elmer groaned, collapsing onto one of the bunks. His remark was followed by laughter, and soon everyone was joking around with me the same as they had when they thought I was a boy, except this time I could actually join in. As I was walking to get to Davey and Crutchie at some point during the festivities Mike and Ike had decided to start in my honor (though mostly it was an excuse for the boys to stay up and fool around), I bumped into Race.

“Sorry, Y/N,” he mumbled. I tried to stop it but it was no use, I started blushing. That was the first time he had ever said my name and, wow, did it sound good when he said it. He took notice of my slightly red face and smirked.

“Little warm in here, yeah?” He asked. I just nodded in response, looking away quickly. When I glanced back he was staring directly at me, eyeing me up and down and - oh god the way he was looking at me. It felt like he was undressing me with his eyes and I was starting to think that Katherine had been very, very right when she said her dress looked good on me. By the time he made it back up to my face he licked his lips and smirked at me again. I was pretty sure that if I tried to move I would just fall on my face, so I stayed put.

“Seeya tomorrow, partner.” He grinned, walking away. I took a few moments to compose myself before going to join Davey and Crutchie, all the while thinking of the way he’d been looking at me.

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Lincoln Center’s sumptuous fourth Broadway revival of “My Fair Lady,” the supremely tuneful and witty 1956 Lerner and Lowe musical adapted from George Bernard Shaw’s pointed 1913 play “Pygmalion,” features a revelation and a looming question for those who know the musical. The revelation is Lauren Ambrose as Eliza Doolittle, and the question is: Does the story still work if we see no romantic feelings develop between Eliza and Henry Higgins, her bullying speech teacher?

Lauren Ambrose

Lauren Ambrose and Harry Hadden Paton

Harry Hadden-Paton as Henry Higgins

Norbert Leo Butz as Alfred Doolittle

Jordan Donica as Freddy Eynsford-Hill

Harry Hadden-Paton, Lauren Ambrose, and Allan Corduner in “The Rain in Spain”

Lauren Ambrose as Eliza and Diana Rigg as Mrs. Higgins

Norbert Leo Butz as Alfred Doolittle in “Get Me To the Church on Time”

Ambrose, still best known as the oddball art student daughter in the HBO series Six Feet Under, turns out to have a beautiful soprano voice. She also starts off as an impressively off-putting Eliza, a lowborn feral street vendor with a grimy basket of flowers whose dense Cockney bleating and sniveling manner grate on highborn Higgins (Harry Hadden-Paton,) who happens to encounter her outside the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden. Under Higgins’ tutelage, Eliza slowly and magnificently blossoms into a graceful, intelligent and independent woman. There is no question that at first Higgins has no interest in her, as a woman or even as a human being; he actively disdains her. He simply wants to win a bet he made with fellow linguist Pickering (Allan Corduner) that, merely by teaching her proper English pronunciation, he can pass off “this draggle-tailed guttersnipe” as a duchess at the Embassy Ball in six months’ time. It’s a nice touch that during their tutoring sessions, Higgins wears a white lab coat, as if he’s the scientist and she’s his experiment. What happens in many productions of “My Fair Lady” is that Eliza grows fond of Higgins:

I’ll never know what made it so exciting; why all at once my heart took flight. I only know when he began to dance with me, I could have danced, danced, danced all night

And, although it takes longer and it’s against his nature, Higgins grows fond of Eliza:

I was serenely independent and content before we met; surely I could always be that way again— and yet I’ve grown accustomed to her looks; accustomed to her voice: accustomed to her face.

And then this usually leads to an ambiguous ending, which offers the audience hope that perhaps they will get together.

However, in this production directed by Bartlett Sher, a wordless action makes the ending unambiguous – they will not get together – and, despite the lyrics to “I Could Have Danced All Night” and “I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face,” the actors make clear all along that there’s no amorous spark between them.

This might baffle or irk some devotees of this Golden Age musical, but it’s important to note that Alan Jay Lerner’s book and lyrics changed Shaw’s original intent. The playwright explicitly abhorred the notion that Henry Higgins and Eliza Doolittle would become romantically inclined. “Eliza has no use for the foolish romantic tradition that all women love to be mastered…,” wrote Shaw, a socialist and a pioneering advocate for women’s equality, in an epilogue to the published play, explaining at great length what happens to Eliza in the years after the play ends. And Henry Higgins, the “confirmed bachelor” of Shaw’s imagination, seems too immature to be able to love anybody.

So Sher’s adjustment is not an act of revisionism but of restoration, which happens to fit the values of a 2018 New York audience more comfortably than the original adaptation from the 1950s. Shaw’s pointed comments on class and gender are now brought more to the fore. It registers when Eliza says things like: “The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she is treated.”

However one judges the director’s unfamiliar shift in the inner life of the characters, his treatment of the outer life of the musical is familiar from his previous acclaimed Lincoln Center revivals of “South Pacific” and “The King and I.” Sher’s “My Fair Lady” is an elaborate affair, featuring several stellar performances, all 15 memorable songs lavishly backed by a 28-piece orchestra, and a lush design by his usual collaborators, especially scenic designer Michael Yeargan and costume designer Catherine Zuber. Zuber is likely up for her 16th Tony nomination for outfits that are not only lovely and period-perfect; they also often clarify the moment and enhance the tone. I’ve already mentioned the white coat. When Higgins brings Eliza to Ascot to test-run her newfound upper class manner, she is saddled with a fashionable ridiculously unwieldy hat that looks in danger of toppling to the ground, and bringing her with it.

Yeargan’s sets, which effortlessly roll off and on the immense stage of the Vivian Beaumont, can take your breath away. Sometimes, though, they take up all the oxygen. Higgins’ mansion is solid, wood-lined, book-lined, two-tiered, awesome. It’s also on a turntable that rotates to reveal other rooms besides the study in Higgins mansion, which Eliza walks through as she’s singing; admittedly impressive, this didn’t especially add anything – yes, we figured the mansion had more than one room.

Similarly, Christopher Gatelli’s choreography is lively throughout, as it was in Sher’s “King and I” and in “Newsies,” which won Gatelli a Tony. But then there’s the number, “Get me to The Church on Time,” in which Eliza’s father Alfred P. Doolittle (the always reliable Norbert Leo Butz) has turned against his will from low class loafer to respectable member of the middle class, celebrates before his girlfriend is forcing him to marry her the next day. Among the high-kicking ensemble of drunken rowdy celebrants are a music hall full of can-can girls, most of them bearded men in drag. I mean…..what?

I suspect these occasional excesses are intended to bypass our cultural cerebrum to massage our theatrical limbic system, or even burrow into our Broadway brain stem.

This may help explain why, despite the director’s intellectual commitment to keep the relationship unromantic, Sher cast as Higgins an actor who on the surface seems to be more of a match for Ambrose’s Eliza than 48-year-old Rex Harrison was to 20-year-old Julie Andrews when the original production of My Fair Lady opened on Broadway. Harry Hadden-Paton is not only close in age to Lauren Ambrose; he is actually three years younger than she is.

Luckily, audience members at “My Fair Lady” have more straightforward outlets for any romantic yearnings. This includes stand-out Jordan Donica as Freddy, who we’re meant to see as a more apt match for Eliza; he is certainly swoon-worthy when he sings the outright romantic ballad “On the Street Where You Live.”

And then there’s Dame Diana Rigg as Mrs. Higgins, Henry’s mother, who is on a whole other level of swoon-worthy. She not only lands every one of her witty lines with seeming ease. Her very presence romantically evokes different memories for different generations — the impossibly mod spy Emma Peel from “The Avengers,” the scheming Lady Olenna Tyrell from “Game of Thrones,” or even, on stage in London, a certain Cockney flower girl who becomes a lady.

My Fair Lady Lincoln Center’s Vivian Beaumont Theater Book by Alan Jay Lerner; Music by Frederick Loewe; Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner; Adapted from “Pygmalion” by: George Bernard Shaw; Original musical arrangements by Robert Russell Bennett and Phil Lang; Dance arrangements by Trude Rittmann; Musical Director: Ted Sperling Directed by Bartlett Sher; Choreographed by Christopher Gattelli Scenic Design by Michael Yeargan; Costume Design by Catherine Zuber; Lighting Design by Donald Holder; Sound Design by Marc Salzberg; Hair and Wig Design by Tom Watson Cast Lauren Ambrose, Harry Hadden-Paton, Norbert Leo Butz, Diana Rigg, Allan Corduner, Jordan Donica, Linda Mugleston, Manu Narayan, Cameron Adams, Shereen Ahmed, Kerstin Anderson, Heather Botts, John Treacy Egan, Rebecca Eichenberger, SuEllen Estey, Christopher Faison, Steven Trumon Gray, Adam Grupper, Michael Halling, Joe Hart, Sasha Hutchings, Kate Marilley, Liz McCartney, Justin Lee Miller, Rommel Pierre O’Choa, Keven Quillon, JoAnna Rhinehart, Tony Roach, Lance Roberts, Blair Ross, Christine Cornish Smith, Paul Slade Smith, Samantha Sturm, Matt Wall, Michael Williams, Minami Yusui and Lee Zarret Runtime 2 hrs. and 55 min including one intermission

My Fair Lady Review: Unromantic Eliza in Lavish Revival Lincoln Center’s sumptuous fourth Broadway revival of “My Fair Lady,” the supremely tuneful and witty 1956 Lerner and Lowe musical adapted from George Bernard Shaw’s pointed 1913 play “Pygmalion,” features a revelation and a looming question for those who know the musical.

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This post about summer travel packing and family friendly kid products is sponsored by Johnson’s Baby, one of our staple brands at home and on the road.

Summer is totally underway. We’ve already had trips to Disneyland, Wisconsin, Florida and more. That means that we’ve honed down our travel packing, daily prep on the road, and go-to supplies. We’ve got our favorite kid products and dad products to share and hopefully you’ll find something new that’ll make your summer days easier and breezier, particularly when it comes to not stressing out about what makes products worthwhile for your family.

What we always look for when we are choosing the products to use in our family is what is going to be safe but also what is it going to be sustainable and last for a long time. Kids are hard on things and so are us dads so we have to choose products that aren’t going to be a waste, whether it’s our sunblock or sunglasses. And we travel a lot so finding things that are lightweight and that can be smashed repeatedly is important to us well, just look at what it is that we always travel with…

Kid products: sunscreen to soaps

Of all of the kid products we’ve researched and actually use on a weekly basis with our kids, Johnson’s Baby and Neutrogena are always in the mix. As babies both of our kids had very sensitive skin so we’ve always opted for the most gentle options possible, from oatmeal bath products to baby sunblock.

When it comes to kid products that protect them from the sun, Neutrogena Pure and Free has been our standard. The two reasons we use the Pure and Free are:

Gentle and effective for the kids

It’s titanium dioxide and zinc oxide based which are both ocean-safe components. Protecting our underwater environment is very important to us.

Since we live by the beach we are there constantly. That means that we’re applying sunblock daily, and even though the Neutrogena Pure and Free is gentle and we trust it, we still give the kids baths whenever we get home from a day in the sand.

Tip: any sunblock you use is going to introduce some form of chemical base to your kids’ skin, so picking the most gentle AND effective product is always our goal. No matter how gentle though, we’re diligent about washing it off when we’re done in the sun.

Johnson’s Head-to-Toe has been our other go-to brand with the kids. It’s the bath time soap we use. It’s the lotion the kids have in their bathroom. And it’s the lotion we dads use for our own dry skin, because why should the kids get all the good stuff?

While there are products out there labeled as all natural and organic and not all of the bath and lotion products we use are labeled as such, we’ve done our research and made decisions we’re comfortable with when it comes to the kid products we have in our home.

Why Johnson’s Baby in our house?

If you’re a parent or guardian of a youngster, you know that others will repeatedly question the things you do or the products you use with your kids. We have always used the Johnson’s Baby products because they’re the most gentle and effective ones we’ve found.

If you poll a large group of parents you’ll get mixed messages of what’s important when they’re picking out the products they’ll use with their kids, but at the top is always safety. Like with anything in life there are opposing sides, studies, and views about what ingredients are safest. You’ll find information about naturally occurring chemicals in fresh fruits and veggies that you eat everyday also being used or synthesized in skin care products; but then you’ll read that synthetic compounds aren’t healthy or safe and some studies suggest against their use. Mixed info everywhere about kid products.

That’s why we research and talk with our parent friends about just this; we care deeply about our kids’ safety and happiness. We keep Johnson’s products around because we’ve found them to work well with our kids’ sensitive skin types and we’ve built up trust with them, both from our experience and our own research.

That’s something every parent needs to do: research the products they’re using and find their comfort level with what products are more safe for their kids than others, including considerations like sunblock vs sunburns. There is so much contrasting study information that, for us, it has always come down to opting for gentle and effective despite some of the information floating around on the internet, particularly because we’re using products in moderation. We feel good about our approach.

Hats for kids: stylish and protective

Another line of defense we always have with us, either to protect from the sun or the cold, is a hat for each of the kids. We always aim for a big brim and a little flash. Since the kids have been small we’ve had a wide range of crazy fun hats from Little Hotdog Watson in the UK. They make the most fun hats for children with flaps that roll down to protect little necks from sunburn, newsie-style caps and more.

Also, we’ve found that our oldest prefers a Gilligan style fishing cap which provides great coverage for his face and neck. It’s nice to see him choosing his own fashion to protect himself in the hot sun. Hats are one of the most important kid products we ensure we always have, so embracing fun ones is a travel necessity.

Tip: adults need hats too, FYI. I’m bald so always have a hat when traveling… but I’m never quite as stylish as the kids.

Just like we recommend doing your research about the personal care products you use with your kids, the same goes for keeping kids safe and cool in the sun. If you’re not sure about how much sun/exposure is too much for your kids, don’t hesitate to ask a pediatrician. That’s what they’re there for.

Eye protection

Since we love to spend time kayaking and hiking with the kids, we also are sure to always travel with sunglasses for them (and us). When it comes to kids’ eyes you cannot be too safe. If you start to research kids’ sunglasses you’ll find that most will come with UV ratings. We aim to always purchase sunglasses for kids and adults with a rating of UV 400.

Note: this rating is in reference to the types of UV rays the sunglasses block. Other positive characteristics to look for are blue blockers and anti-glare lenses, as these also protect eyes from potentially dangerous rays.

And don’t forget that yes, sunglasses are important, but so is using sunblock to keep kids safe while you’re traveling. It’s a winning combo. (see above for our recommendation of Neutrogena Pure and Free to pair with proper eye-wear)

For us adults, we have a few pairs of Simply Amevie sunglasses that we love. We wear them for their coverage, their polarized lenses and their UV blockage rating of 100%. The added bonus to wearing our Simply Amevie glasses is that they’re super light on your face. The frames are all made from bamboo, which are both lightweight and sustainable. I love when friends pick our sunglasses up and comment how light they are.

Tip: find stylish pairs of sunglasses that you AND your kids like and they will most likely not be left behind when you travel! We’ve made it a habit to always pack sunglasses in backpacks and next to each kid’s car seat.

Backpacks and luggage

The final products that we are pretty selective in are our travel packs. We are always on the go so we’ve selected luggage and backpacks that suit our varying needs.

To ensure that the kids have a sense of pride in their packs, we let them each pick out their own suitcases. The requirement was that they had wheels and that the kids would be cool with lugging them around. They picked Trunkis and thank goodness they love them! Also, for trips up to ten days, they’re the perfect size for the amount of clothes needed. And they fit as carry-ons!

For a good backpack, we looked to REI and tested several until we found one that met our criteria:

fits as a carry-on

has adjustable shoulder straps (internally adjustable)

has hip supports.

These attributes makes for a much more comfortable carry and ultimately have proven effective for long haul transport through China, the Caribbean, and more!

Oh yes! And be sure that you select one that has a good safety compartment for the personal care products you bring. Even though we love to just carry-on, we do often check the bag that has our Johnson’s Baby products, toothpaste and more, particularly if we’re superseding the liquid rules. We’re really careful about how we pack our products so there’s no mess when we open our pack after flying.

Tip: things to look for in a luggage backpack are good padding at pressure points, many different adjustment options, and lightweight when empty.

The bonus with the particular REI pack we chose is that there is an additional small pack that’s a part of it. It’s been great to have the second pack for keeping kid products for plane rides and impromptu outings handy. And since it’s from REI, if there’s ever a problem with it REI will help you out! Bummer here is that our favorite pack isn’t available anymore, but now you know what to look for.

Consider yourself set up for success! We’re pretty good about making confident decisions when it comes to the travel and kid products we use. We’ve done a lot of research when it comes to the products we put on our kids’ bodies, which is why we’re glad to partner with Johnson’s baby to share our own tips. And even though hats, glasses and packs are in a different category than personal care products, they all work together to protect us and keep us healthy while traveling. Now, get yourself squared away with your travel gear and products and go have fun!

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Go-to products for traveling with kids: sunblock to sunglasses, what’s in the bag… This post about summer travel packing and family friendly kid products is sponsored by Johnson’s Baby…

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