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toastedkiwi · 2 years

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Everybody’s Favorite Roommates

Summary: fan interactions/witnessing the chaos.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Roommate!Reader

The roommates we never knew we needed have finally been seen outside of that very first zoom interview on Kelly Clarkson’s Show and those lovable Instagram Lives. With a collection of stories that our fans have sent in, we bring you the chaos that is Y/n Y/l/n and Chris Evans.

@/bitchesbewildin not gonna lie but Chris Evans and Y/n Y/l/n came into the Target I work at. They were in line at my register. Lizzo was playing on the speakers while they were waiting and Y/n said to Chris, “ooo, your baby mama is playing.” Chris turned to her and said, “I don’t hear you singing.” Her eyes got comically wide and she couldn’t even look at him. I don’t know if she’s pregnant but OMG!

@/anon1 my great grandma’s apartment was next to Y/n Y/l/n’s. My great grandma goes over and they’ll have tea and snacks together. Y/n will play classical music on her piano for her to hear once again. She even played all of Swan Lake. My great grandmother was a former ballerina so it meant a lot to her. Y/n even payed for the whole funeral and attended but she sat in the back and stayed in the shadows.

@/thisismyclarinetbitch ever since Juilliard opened back up, Y/n Y/l/n is roaming the halls with sheet music in hand. I have caught her on FaceTime with Chris Jamal Evans.

@/nobodylovesme y/n paid two thousand dollars to each one of us (some lowerclassmen at Juilliard) just to play Gary’s Song with her to send to her “roommate”. All she said was that she misses him.

@/idontgetpaidforthis it was Valentine’s Day. Chris Evans strolled into the flower shop I work at and he had this pissed off look on his face. Short story is that Y/n Y/l/n out did him for the holiday and the cats they have ate the flowers he got her.

@/whatsmyname my husband and I went to one of the Juilliard concerts to see my sister. We were seated next to Chris Evans who was by himself in whole ass tuxedo. He had a bouquet of flowers ready. His eyes lit up the second she got on the stage. She sang a few words before going “oh wait, I’m not here for that!” Everyone laughed and she played her piano piece which was just so beautiful and drastically different from her usual pop music. And no, we sadly didn’t see Chris give her the flowers.

@/anon2 I was lucky enough to be serving Y/n Y/l/n and Chris Evans. They were dressed up to the nines. He held her hand. He pulled out her chair— he was a complete gentleman to her. They both were so sweet to each other and to me! They were just so polite and actually conversed with me and asked me about myself. I got a huge tip when they finished up. And yes, I did see them kiss each other on the lips so I’m pretty sure they’re dating.

@/noahsbackpain I worked on the set of a recent music video that she did with Miley Cyrus. I overheard them talking about her “roommate” situation. The way Y/n talks about Chris is 🥺🥺. I’m so jealous.

@/dogslovemeeee3 I witnessed, at a dog beach, Chris take off his jacket and put it on Y/n because she said she was cold.

@/sebooway I was on the subway and across from me was Y/n Y/l/n and Chris Evans. They shared earbuds-like they had wires. I overheard them call each other “gramps” and “granny”. At one point they had given their seats to two elderly women and Chris was hanging onto one of the bars and Y/n hung onto his bicep.

@/anon3 y/n visited Chris on the set of ghosted recently. I got to watch her run up to Chris. He had to drop the coffee in his hand to catch her like Terry did with Jake on Brooklyn 99. I want that in my life.

#chris evans x roommate!reader #roomies #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #chris evans x popstar!reader #chris evans x rockstar!reader #chris evans x famous!reader #chris evans rpf

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whoops-im-obsessed · 1 year

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(More) Things I Noticed in UKsies: Fansie Night Edition (Act 2)

First one got too long so here is act 2!!

At Jacobi's Albert says 'why do old people talk?' Directly to Jacobi who waves him off

'Jack don't run from no fight!' '*in the highest, squeakiest voice imaginable to mock Les* Take it down short stop!!'

Katherine dances on the tables with the boys in KoNY and I'm not sure if Bronté does but Bobbie does the nerve tap!

Cup song time

Katherine and Les have such cute little interactions

Nyoom tables!!

They don't shy away from showing what they do to keep themselves safe, when the newsies grab the lamps, you can see them clip themselves on but it only serves to make you go 'something is about to go down!!'

The newsies on the ground dance around the tables and tap metal plates to the table newsies' feet

Ascension with frantic spinning, incredible

In a bit of a stark contrast, letter from the refuge is a really poignant moment

Crutchie breaks the forth wall and speaks directly to the audience, including them in his thought process

A cop watches the whole thing from the scaffolding

Crutchie is left handed

Crutchie actually starts crying at 'I'll be fine' and hearing that emotion in his voice contrasted with his trying to be optimistic - ugh, have I mentioned that I love Matthew Duckett?

Crutchie gets up and passes on his letter to Specs before being slowly helped off stage by a refuge newsie, still struggling when the next scene begins. When he got up he winced so hard someone next to me whispered 'ooh that was real'

Jack was Properly Angry in Watch What Happens reprise and his fear for Crutchie shone through

Ryan!Davey may be the king of eye-rolls but Alex!Davey is the king of raising his eyebrows in incredulation, especially to Les

'Lighten up no-one died' is said a lot subtler, like he knows how bad that sounds but doesn't know how to confront it

'HECANTTAWLKHELLCALLYABACK'

The mayor actually shows some sympathy towards the newsies but in the end doesn't act due to Synder and Pulitzer's influence

Fun fact: Jamie Golding (Wiesel/mayor/theatre worker/police/etc) has NINE costume changes during the show, he is so many people

Pulitzer grabs Katherine as she's trying to walk away at 'you can't have mine'

George Crawford (Morris Delancey) has an amazing evil laugh which he uses a lot during the show

As the printing press is being brought out, the Delancey brothers bring Jack behind the scaffolding. Although this can't be seen by most of the audience they continue to intimidate him and get really up in his space

Shout out to Zack Guest super swing who played Oscar!!

Brooklyn newsies met with the Most applause they are so cool

Brooklyn's here is broken up with a little roll call which makes the 'now them soakers' hit harder

Spot has a slight lisp

'If we disband the union..' *outrage* 'this is your union!!'

The newsies all call Jack out in various ways when they see him take the money, Spot has to be physically held back from beating him up

Something to Believe in is a little different, the Jatherine is believable but isn't really focused on much in the show, it almost feels like an afterthought. The line 'what was ours still will be' really resonates, it feels more like they had a little whirlwind mutual attraction but both think it'll end with the strike

Universal 'oooohh!!' From the audience when they kiss

Lighting for once and for all is so pretty, they have lanterns and there's a sort of orange mottled pattern like the reflection of the lamps projected across the entire theatre

Once and For All really lets the vocals shine, it isn't as high energy as the other numbers and the scaffolding doesn't move like it does in livesies, instead a giant newsies banner falls from the ceiling that they parade around the stage. The choreo isn't missed at all, the sheer wall of sound is incredible

The newsies line the theatre as Jack talks to Pulitzer and smack their fists either into their hands of onto the railings in time with the music as they hum

'The boy, Jack Kelly is here :)))'

Spot makes the 'I'm watching you' gesture at Pulitzer

As the other characters leave Jack to talk to Pulitzer, Hannah loudly says 'I love your show!!' To Medda

So many hugs when they win

Crutchie coming in with his little police hat, greeted with the biggest hug from Race and the boys

The reaction to Crutchie calling Roosevelt 'your highness'

Crutchie & Les reunion 🥺

And perfect finale and curtain call!!

The post finale choreo is incredible and was met with applause right up to the final bows

Crutchie is up on the scaffolding for much of the choreo and makes his way down for the bows. He slid down the stair rails in the same way you would slide down a ladder. Then he kept sliding. And kept sliding. And then his leg got caught. And then he kept sliding. Basically, he ended up on the floor tangled in the stairs and had to call a couple of people to help him out of the mess he got into 😅

And that was that! Post-show Q&A was pretty short but really lovely, there were mostly questions about the audition process, advice, favourite bit of the show, etc but it was really sweet how they all cared to stay and so many people did! Plus there were mega shout outs to dance captain Alex Christian who plays Butttons and is a legend!!

Honestly this show means so much to me and to be able to see it with such an enthusiastic cast and audience was incredible, see it if you can because it is in a league of its own.

#newsies #newsies the musical #uksies #britsies #newsies london #west endsies #jack kelly #crutchie morris #david jacobs #joseph pulitzer #katherine pulitzer #katherine plumber #crutchie newsies #les jacobs #medda larkin #michael ahomka lindsay #matthew duckett #bobbie chambers #alex james hatton

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feeisamarshmallow · 4 months

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✨ 2023 Writing Year In Review ✨

Dug up this format from last year because I love doing this every year.

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 7 new fics, 1 updated fic, 1 playlist, and 1 updated collection of meta.

2. Word count posted for the year: 50,705, but that’s including the word count for my entire meta collection, which was actually written over almost 10 years. So more accurately it’s around 30,000.

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Brooklyn Nine Nine, Veronica Mars, and It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia

4. Pairings: Most of the stuff I wrote is very genfic, but my b99 fic everything’s changed explore Jake Peralta’s relationships with the whole squad and focuses particularly on his relationship with his daughter, my OC Willa Peralta. I also wrote fics focusing on Charlie Kelly & Mac McDonald, Charlie Kelly & Dennis Reynolds, and a little bit of Charlie Kelly & Dee Reynolds. Oh and I wrote some Mac McDonald/Dennis Reynolds in my boyband episode fic!

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: into your lungs (the things you don’t trust) (B99) – 73 Kudos

Bookmarks: everything’s changed (but I feel the same inside) (B99) – 20 bookmarks

Comments: everything’s changed (but I feel the same inside) (B99) – 11 comment threads

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):

I’m most proud of everything’s changed (but I feel the same inside). It’s the longest fic I wrote this year, but it’s also by far the broadest in scope. I’m proud of the way I handled the growth of Jake throughout the years. The structure of telling a story through vignettes over a long period of time is one I’ve used lots when writing b99 fic, and I feel like this fic is really the culmination of me honing this style. Although I may go back and write more b99 fic, this fic also feels like a farewell in many ways. It deals with Jake (and tangentially all the characters) moving on from the 99, and I’m really proud of the story I constructed for them all.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

Out of My Depth (at a Public Beach). I like this fic, but I don’t love it. I feel like I didn’t totally get at what I wanted to about Dennis’ character. I like, but don’t love, the ‘waves’ metaphor. I wish I had more of a through-line of plot woven throughout the character study. But I still stand by all the character analysis in this piece, and it does have my favourite title from this year.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

I got a lot of really lovely reviews on everything’s changed. I especially cherished the ones who told me they related to my fic in some way. A few people told me they saw their own experiences of having ADHD in my portrayal of Jake’s experiences. Those are about the most gratifying comments you can get. (I also always have to shout-out @impossiblyizzy, who always leaves really lovely comments).

I also got a comment from @musiclover2732 on Not Worth It, after he had listened to a song I said reminded me of the fic (Song in E by Julien Baker, particularly the line I wish you’d hurt me / it’s the mercy I can’t take). I was just so touched that not only did he go listen to the song I recommended, but also then read my fic AND commented about all of it. The best <3

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

I’m so much busier nowadays! It’s much harder to find time to write in general. It just means that fics come a bit slower than they used to. And I’m not sure when I’ll write my next longfic. I do want to tackle something longer, but maybe not next year either.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

I didn’t know I was going to get into Always Sunny this year, so writing my four IASIP fics was a surprise! Although I did know that I was gonna write angsty fanfic once I started watching the show. It just has all the things I love (sitcom that is funny on the surface but super angsty if you take it seriously). And then my first Always Sunny fic has some CharDee subtext to it, which was even more surprising because that’s not one of the ships I tend to be drawn to (although I am super multi-ship about this show).

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

From everything’s changed (but I feel the same inside). Spoiler warning this is the end scene:

"I've read your books, you know. I'll be excited to be able to own them in hard copy." It takes him a minute to properly process her words. Janine isn't here to see Willa. She's here for him. "You….I…I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything." "You're the reason…when you were so kind to Willa in second grade and then so kind to me when I came in for the parent teacher conference…you stopped me to talk after…I had quit the NYPD and I didn't know what I was doing and I…that was kinda the beginning of my writing…and I do have ADHD. And a MFA. Lots of letters now! But what I'm trying to say—" "Jake, you don't have to explain it all to me." She cuts off his rambling. "Let's just go in. Willa said there would be cake." Usually, it would drive Jake crazy not to be able to explain himself to someone. But Janine Baker seems to have a knack for just understanding. So instead he just holds the door open and follows her down the hall of the centre towards the multipurpose room. The community centre floor has been painted to look like a garden pathway, so that as they walk down the hall, they follow a painted cobblestone path with colourful flowers sprouting along the edges. It all reminds Jake of something that he thought years ago, back when the kids were young, before he was a writer, when he was first researching about ADHD. He had thought that maybe there was another path. At the time, it was a hypothetical thought, an imagining of a future that could have been, but wasn't. It wasn't hypothetical anymore. There were no maybes. There was a new path. And it had led him to publishing a novel, to finishing his college degree, to getting an ADHD diagnosis. It had led him to spinning legendary stories for Mac and Willa that they still reminisced about today, as adults. It had led him to discovering a love of the library. It had led him to learning more about himself. And this path was only one of many. If Jake Peralta, ex-cop and college dropout, could become Jake Peralta, MFA and published author, what other iterations of himself did he contain, all wrapped up in one another, waiting to be discovered?

From I’m Just Like You (A Little Messed Up and Blue). TW: brief mentions of childhood sexual assault:

“Well maybe…” Mac starts and then trails off. Maybe you’re all messed up because you were molested as a child seems too mean to say. “Maybe it’s because of like my childhood or whatever?” “Yeah,” Mac says softly. “Maybe,” Charlie says. He’s sounded near tears this whole conversation, but now they start flowing down his cheeks. Every one of Mac’s instincts is telling him to find something to get Charlie to stop crying. Charlie crying is one step away from Charlie flying out of control. Charlie crying means it’s easier for the schoolyard bullies to shove him into a locker or steal his prized new comic book or kick him in the stomach. He wishes he could reach out and hug Charlie. Tell him it’s okay and he’ll find the perfect girl one day. But those are words and gestures for normal people, not for the two of them. Not for two forty-year old men with a failing bar and not a single successful relationship between the two of them. Instead he says, “Maybe it’s just the way you are.” He hopes it sounds comforting, and not like he thinks there’s something wrong with Charlie. Because, honestly, there are a lot of things wrong with Charlie. And not just the molestation. Or the alcoholism. Charlie’s…not like most people. Charlie sniffs and wipes his face. “Yeah,” he says. But he sounds a bit calmer. Mac feels the tension in his chest lessen a bit too. “There’s nothing wrong with being who you are, you know,” he says again. The words feel wooden in his mouth. Like he doesn’t really believe them, and maybe he doesn’t. Like maybe, even though God’s love is unconditional and He doesn’t make mistakes, He made a mistake when He made Mac gay. “I’m glad you’re gay now,” Charlie says all of a sudden, completely sincerely. It catches Mac off-guard. Charlie is so oblivious most of the time, but right now it’s like he’s seeing right through Mac’s bulging muscles and black cut-off tee and right into his soul.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

Last year I felt like I grew a lot. This year I feel like my growth was less noticeable, but still there. I think I continued to work on how to tackle themes in a fic with subtlety. How to write around an idea. How to take a theme and just leave it there for the reader to find instead of leading them right to it. I’m still working on it. I can be a bit on-the-nose as a writer (and part of that is just my style!), but I’m going to continue on working to refine my writing.

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I still want to work on editing more. I still haven’t really done that. I hope I can tackle something a bit longer for Always Sunny next year. Otherwise, I want to just keep writing and reading and letting the experience of doing it help me grow as it always does.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

@impossiblyizzy as always, my sometimes-beta and always-friend <3

Also everyone I’ve met through Always Sunny in the latter half of this year who have commented on my fics or interacted with me here on tumblr, you all know who you are <3

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Always. I can’t not write myself into my fics. I wrote about asexuality for the first time (shocking it’s taken this long) in Hey I’m Just Like You, because I have such a strong conviction in my ace!Charlie headcanon. There’s a lot of me in that fic.

Also, and this might be a little too revealing, but there’s a fair bit of me in the two Dennis fics I wrote. (Always a humbling experience to see yourself in Dennis Reynolds).

Finally, I think I was so drawn to writing everything’s changed because the themes of growing up and moving on and finding new routines and hobbies and interests. I think I was (and am) in a place of moving onto the next ‘stage’ of life, so-to-speak, and so even though I am much younger than Jake in that fic, the themes resonated a lot. (I’ve also spent a fair bit of this year reflecting on how my own brain works and how that impacts me, and that’s also a big theme in this fic with Jake figuring out he has ADHD and reflecting on his experiences).

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Above all, writing should be fun! This is a hobby for us, and it should bring you joy! Write the same tropes over and over (just look at how many hurt/comfort elements are in the fics I wrote this year). Write short fics. Write obscure fics. Write non-shippy fics. Write whatever you want. The audience will find it, and even if they don’t, you’ll enjoy the process of creating it.

Also, don’t get sucked into any fandom drama. (And yes commenting as an outsider on said fandom drama is part of getting sucked in). It’s never worth it in my books.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

I’ve been tossing around the idea of an Always Sunny fic I’ve been called The Gang Gets Better, which would be a look at what it would take for each of the characters to grow, learn, and/or heal. I think I would maybe do a different (hypothetical?) scenario for each character. But it’ll be a lot of work, I think, to do it justice. So we’ll see if I get to it. I may have to take many liberties with how social services and systems work in Pennsylvania if I don’t want to end up down a months-long research rabbit hole.

I’d also love to get around to writing another chapter of Under a Blood Red Sky this coming year.

And I still have a 1D hockey AU kicking around (and now plotted!), so maybe that will see some light this year?

Or who knows? I always tend to surprise myself with what I end up writing!

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

Tagging anyone who would like to do this!

(@quelsentiment you tagged me in this last year, do you wanna do it again this year?)

#writing year in review #my writing

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cannibalizedyke · 1 year

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❤︎︎ about me ❤︎︎

hi!!! i’m meredith, but you can also call me lottie, steph, briar, or elia <33 i use she/lil pronouns and i’m bi, demiromantic, and aceflux. i’m neurodivergent so be patient with me if i don’t understand things/talk too much!! i’m a writer and i used to have over 200 fics on this blog, but i’m starting from scratch bc tumblr broke my links <//3 hope you have fun here!!

currently reading: i kissed shara wheeler by casey mcquiston

currently watching: yellowjackets

currently listening to: preacher’s daughter by ethel cain

❥ my favorites

movies/books/tv shows:

steel magnolias, 10 things i hate about you, the corpse bride, marvel cinematic universe, mean girls, pirates of the caribbean, puss in boots: the last wish, the princess bride, monster high, tangled, edward scissorhands, easy a, colette, ella enchanted, the princess and the frog, barbie movies, beetlejuice, coraline, summerland, ever after high, six of crows, the school for good and evil, the hunger games, harry potter, if we were villains, edgar allan poe, the lunar chronicles, miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children, dc comics, shatter me, the folk of the air, lore, the arc of a scythe, percy jackson, new girl, avatar: the last airbender, a series of unfortunate events, winnie the pooh, teen titans, the amazing world of gumball, the good place, brooklyn nine-nine, community, newsies, yellowjackets

artists:

marina, lana del rey, lorde, børns, mother mother, poppy, studio killers, twenty one pilots, wallows, hozier, aurora, florence + the machine, phoebe bridgers, arctic monkeys, the neighbourhood, conan gray, harry styles, taylor swift, the smiths, zella day, declan mckenna, my chemical romance, fin, flower face, cults, melanie martinez, boys world, clairo, bad suns

things to do:

write, sing, read, listen to music, go on picnics, watch tv, swim, take walks, spend time with people, talk

❥ my comfort characters

patrick verona, peter parker, briar beauty, dexter charming, kitty cheshire, madeline hatter, lizzie hearts, darling charming, daring charming, jesper fahey, nina zenik, anadil of bloodbrook, hester of ravenswood, peeta mellark, johanna mason, finnick odair, harry potter, george weasley, cedric diggory, mary macdonald, lily evans, pandora lovegood, luna lovegood, sirius black, regulus black, remus lupin, james potter, meredith dardenne, millard nullings, hugh apiston, emma bloom, tim drake, stephanie brown, cassandra cain, bart allen, jason todd, harley quinn, poison ivy, aaron warner, kenji kishimoto, cardan greenbriar, percy jackson, leo valdez, hazel levesque, jessica day, zuko, klaus baudelaire, violet baudelaire, sunny baudelaire, the hook-handed man, isadora quagmire, quigley quagmire, winnie the pooh, robin, starfire, beast boy, chidi anagonye, troy barnes, abed nadir, jack kelly, nat scatorccio, jackie taylor, lottie matthews

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smittenvixen13 · 5 months

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For that ask thing you just reblogged. All of them. Answer all the questions from 1 to 30+

Well! Didn't expect that lol, but will do.

what’s your Christmas aesthetic? Somwhere between "Tacky" Christmas (think 90s/early 00s look) and Nature took over inside and you're expecting a reindeer to somehow walk out into the livingroom.

good or naughty? Eh, Good for the most part.

what fictional character would you want to find under the mistletoe? There's a COUPLE but most likely Aizawa from BNHA, or Jason Todd from DC. I am fully aware of my type and know I have no chances lol

reindeers or polar bears? Reindeer, for sure!

opening the presents: Christmas Eve or Christmas morning? Counter! Midnight! We used to always open presents at midnight between Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, our parents would send us to bed around 8, of course we didn't sleep, and we'd be woken up around midnight, and then all 20-ish of us (more if people could travel) would go one by one and open presents all at once. We still keep the tradition going as much as we can, but we don't mind picking a day or doing both days and seeing the same people twice. Both sides of the family (dad and mom) would both come, my parents go lucky that the in-laws loved each other, and we all get together/visit one another whenever we want. it pays that all of us live in the same city.

what’s your favourite Christmas movie? I'm actually a sucker for those old school stop-motion movies like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, The Year without a Santa Clause, etc. I also love How the Grinch Stole Christmas (both versions, not with Benedict Cumbersalad) too! But one I haven't seen in FOREVER is The Life and Adventures of Santa Clause (2000s version), been a hot minute since I watched that on Disney Channel.

favourite Brooklyn Nine-Nine Christmas episode? I sadly never got into Brooklyn Nine-Nine :(((

what’s your favourite holiday/winter fics tropé? I think Snowed in alone together is a nice one, so long as no one creates angst there >.>

playing in the snow or drinking hot cocoa by the fire? Drinking Hot Cocoa by the fire! I have a fireplace in the den and whenever I can, I like to sit by it and just vibe.

who do you relate to the most, the Grinch or Buddy the Elf? Buddy the Elf, but make me go to the mall and the Grinch shall appear. I get all my shopping done in October.

knitted sweater or knitted scarf? Knitted Sweater! I can't do scarfs too much because i end up getting bugged by them, but I love sweaters!

what’s your favourite Holiday song? "My Grown Up Christmas Wish" sung by Kelly Clarkson. Always manages to make me cry but I do love it.

fairy lights or neon signs? Fairy Lights.

do you have any particular Holiday tradition in your family? Mostly that midnight one I mentioned in the earlier questions. Oh! And my Maternal Grandmother has an old baby Jesus doll from Mexico (actually 2, but we use the bigger one). We place the doll (made out of clay or ceramic i think, but I can't recall, it's painted over) gently on a blanket, lift it up, and we sing him to sleep as we gently rock the blanket back and forth. Once he's "rocked to sleep" each of us will kiss his forehead to wish him a good night, before he's placed in the 'manger'.

hot cocoa or hot cider? Hot Cocoa!

Michael Bublé or Mariah Carrey? Imma have to go with Michael, I'm happy Mariah got her bag but c'MON, It's too much by now.

do you celebrate Christmas? I do! I'm no longer a practicing Catholic and honor more Yuletide events instead, but I love to celebrate Christmas too, it's what i've known for a long time.

snowed in with your crush: yay or nay? Yay, but I currently don't have any haha, wish me luck in the wilds that are dating apps!

Christmas rom-coms or Christmas children movies? Christmas Children Movies, Rom-coms can be over done and too cheesy for my tastes, and I have a couple Xmas hallmark movies I like.

you’ve been visited by the Ghost of Christmas Past, the Ghost of Christmas Present and the Ghost of Christmas future. What did you find out? I found out that I can't allow my fear of the unknown to hold me back, it's sadly a truth i learned late in life. But I am learning.

spending Christmas with the whole family or just with your so? (hint: it can be your pet) With my family, again, not dating ATM, but I am getting some cute catches.

what’s the first thing that pops into your mind when you think about Christmas? The scent of pine. I love that smell and can get VERY addicted to wearing all those candles to nubs just to enjoy it.

Gingerbread or cookies? Gingerbread, they can have a bit of a bite to them and that's honestly very appealing to me. I can't handle too much sweet.

what’s a good book to read during the holidays? Whatever you like, honestly! I'm looking up my old Jr. High books from almost (oooof) fifteen years ago! I really loved "The Goblin Wood" though! It's by Hilari Bell.

Skiing or Ice-skating? Neither, my ass is not balanced enough to not eat snow/ice. I WILL break something.

where and would you spend the winter ideally? Ideally it would be in the UK, honestly, I'm planning go next year! But only for the beginning of December. I can't imagine a Christmas without my family, no matter how chaotic and loud we all get. (I'll have to answer the rest after I post this!)

#Xmas asks!#They got me to answer them all.

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ya9amicide · 9 months

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The End of the World In a Woman’s Hands [Newsies]

chapter nine

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summary: Being a girl in the everyday world is difficult. Being the leader of the Manhattan Newsies and a girl? Even more so. Especially when nobody knows you're a girl and the truth is the closest kept secret you have ever had. For Jack Kelly, keeping the truth of her gender a secret is one she's found easy after doing so for many years. Unfortunately, having close encounters with the iron fist, Pulitzer, and a new Newsie who seems determined to get to know her, that secret might just become the opposite.

pairing: fem!jack kelly x david “davey” jacobs

warnings: none

The next morning, all of the captured Newsies are brought to a courtroom for a hearing. “Arise, arise, court is now in session, Judge E.A. Monahan presiding,” the Bailiff announces.

Weasel is in the gallery as Judge Movealong Monahan takes the bench and glances down at a group of battered Newsies, including Spot, Race, and Boots. “Any of you represented by counsel? No? Good. That'll move things along considerably.”

“Judge Movealong, ya honor, I object,” Spot pipes up,

“On what grounds?”

He grins proudly. “On the grounds of Brooklyn, ya honor!”

The Newsies congratulate Spot and Monahan bangs the gavel. “I fine you each five dollars or two weeks confinement in-”

“Five bucks!” Race blanches. “We ain't got five cents!”

Denton stands to defend them. “I'll pay the fines. All of them.”

“Pay the clerk. Next.” The Judge moves them along as the Newsies hound Denton with gratitude. Suddenly David gasps, seeing Jack led out in shackles, her face bruised and swollen. Everybody stares, horrified.

She smiles at them like everything was okay. “Hiya, fellas! Hey, Denton. Guess we made all the papes this time, huh? How'd my picture look?”

“None of the papers covered the rally. Not even The Sun.” He watches her solemnly as her face turns to disbelief. The Bailiff shoves Jack in front of the bench and Snyder slips in from a side door.

“Case of Jack Kelly, inciting to riot, assault, resisting arrest,” the Bailiff lists.

Snyder walks forward. “Judge Monahan, I'll speak for this young man.”

Jack mocks surprise. “You two know each other? Ain't that nice.”

“Just move it along, Warden Snyder,” the Judge tells him.

“You see, Jack Kelly isn’t Jack Kelly at all. In fact, he is really a young woman named Francine Sullivan. Mother deceased, father a convict in the state penitentiary.”

Jack’s care-free facade cracks and she stares at Snyder with wide, startled eyes. The Newsies all watch her with confused and shocked faces.

“She is currently an escapee from the House of Refuge, where her original sentence of three months for theft was extended six months for disruptive behavior-”

“Like demandin' you give us the food you steal from us!” She yells at him, face red and overcome with a tearful anger.

“Followed by an additional six months for an attempted escape.”

Her voice is panicked and desperate now. Almost deranged. “Last time wasn't no attempt, remember, Snyder? Me and Teddy Roosevelt. Remember, Roosevelt an’ the carriage?”

“Therefore, I ask that she be returned to the House of Refuge-”

“For my own good, right, Movealong? And for what Snyder kicks back to ya!”

“And that the court order her incarceration until the age of twenty-one.” The Newsies stand and yell in outrage. “In the hope that we may yet guide her to a useful and productive life.”

The Judge bangs his gavel again. “So ordered. Next.”

Jack seems to give up at this, body going limp as she’s dragged out of the room.

That night she’s brought into Pulitzer’s office, cuffs jiggling on her wrists in front of her. “Afternoon, boys,” she says as she comes to a stop.

“And which Francine Sullivan is this? The charismatic union organizer, or the petty thief and escaped convict?” Pulitzer asks.

She narrows her eyes at him. “Which one gives us more in common?” Her expression turns cheeky. “And please, Joe. We been business partners long enough. You can call me Jack. Jacqueline if you’d prefer that, I s’pose.”

“You know what I was doing when I was your age? I was in a war. The Civil War.”

“I heard of it. You win?”

“People think wars are about right and wrong. They're not. They're about power. You know what power is?”

“Heard of that, too. I don't just sell ya papes, Joe. Sometimes I read 'em.”

He ignores her and continues on. “Power means that I could see to it that you serve your full sentence at the Refuge. Or I could pull strings and have you free tomorrow. It means I could give you my pocket change, and you'd have more money than you'd likely ever earn.”

“You bribin' me, Joe? Thanks for the compliment, but I ain't got the power to stop the strike.”

“I disagree. You're the spirit of the strike, without you, they'd fall apart in a few days.”

Jack stops listening, not thinking he’s serious. “Ring for my coach, willya? It's past my bedtime.”

“Shut your mouth and listen!” Jack looks up, startled at his outburst. “You're going to do exactly as I say.”

“Or what? You'll send me back to the Refuge? I'll bust out again.”

“And be a fugitive who's pursued and caught and returned.” He steps around his desk to stand in front of her where he towers above her frame. “You return to your old job–as Newsie for The World. Speak against this hopeless strike, and I’ll see your criminal record expunged and your pockets filled with enough cash to carry you, in a first-class train compartment, from New York to New Mexico and beyond.”

“There ain’t a person in this room who don’t know you stink.”

“And if they know me, they know I don’t care. Mark my words, girl. Defy me, and I will have you and every one of your friends locked up in The Refuge. I know you like playing Mr. Tough Guy, but it’s not right to condemn that little crippled boy to conditions like that,” his voice drips in mock sympathy. “And what about your pal Davey and his baby brother, ripped from their loving family and tossed to the rats? Will they ever be able to thank you enough?”

Jack’s head whips up and some of Snyder’s men have to hold her back as she tries to go after Pulitzer. “Don’t you touch ‘em! You don't’ get to lay a hand on my boys, you hear? Don't even talk about ‘em!” She’s snarling at him, causing Pulitzer and his associates to step back slightly in fear.

Pulitzer signals to Snyder. “You go back to the Refuge. Think it over in your cell. Let me know in the morning.” Snyder grabs her by the scruff and escorts her out of the room.

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justapillowpetpanda · 10 months

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#film #Horror #horror2023 #horrorfilms #indiehorror #movie #movies #site13 #summoningthespirit #that'sawrap #thewendigo #time'sup #wakingnightmare

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kaylor · 2 years

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iii.

I don't know if you ever watched Brooklyn Nine Nine, but there's a joke about no one in the precinct being able to discern whether Kelly is his wife or his dog. And that's kind of how I feel about George on your blog

i don't know how to feel about this one pal fjsgdkf obviously spike is the dog

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dearreader · 1 year

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how am i supposed to live with myself knowing that maes hughes says this to riza and roy in the b99 au?

#kelly babels #kelly has a hyperfixation #fullmetal alchemist #fmaxb99 #brooklyn nine nine #kelly watches brooklyn nine nine #royai #maes hughes #riza hawkeye #roy mustang #riza hawkeye and roy mustang

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poorguysheadisdoingwhatnow · 6 years

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After the strike

Katherine: are you guys hugging? This feels like a hugging moment

Spot: don't be absurd!

Jack: of course not!

Katherine: stop yelling at me! I saved the day!

#source: brooklyn nine nine #guess whos watching hulu instead of writing #newsies #katherine plumber #spot conlon #jack kelly

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elmer-kasprzak · 2 years

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all the times jack kelly felt lost

Features: Jack Kelly, mentions Racetrack Higgins and Medda Larkin

Pairings: None

Setting/AU: Canon time

TW for minor character death

Read on AO3

There had been many times in Jack Kelly’s life when he had felt lost, far too many to count. He figured it probably started when he was young, soon after his father was arrested. To that day, he only had the vaguest of ideas as to why his father was behind bars, and a part of him had absolutely no desire to find out the whole truth. Some things were better left a mystery.

He only really had positive memories of his father. Getting chased around the apartment when he was about four years old, his mother watching and laughing from where she sat on her favorite chair. Jack, then Francis, would run and run until he was eventually scooped up from behind, giggling wildly as his father threw him over his shoulder. Things had been simpler then. Just the three of them. Happy.

And then his father got arrested, and Jack Kelly felt lost for the first time in his life. His mother had to find work, getting hired at a factory. Jack, too, began working. He was seven. He knew he was far too young to work in a place similar to that where his father (and now mother) worked. That was out of the question.

Then he remembered the newsies, and he felt just a little less lost. When his family would walk through the city, the shouting of boys as young as six or seven would be shouting, carrying the banner. His father always bought a paper.

So that Monday morning, Jack marched right up to the circulation gates of the New York World. He was going to be a newsie. His mother hated the idea of her son working, but, without Jack’s father, they were teetering on the edge of eviction. So she begrudgingly agreed. Her boy would work as a newsie during the week, taking the weekends off. A solid system.

The second time Jack Kelly felt lost was when his mother died. He was nine. They told him it was a factory accident. That there was nothing anyone could do. That she died quickly. He wasn’t sure how long he cried after her funeral. Any little thing would set him off, causing him to break down sobbing.

It was then he began considering himself a newsie. Before then, he was just a kid who sold newspapers to make his family money, but it was by no means his life. He knew he was a lucky one -- many of the kids had no other family outside of the newsies. But now, he had no family. His father was in jail, his mother was dead, and he was lost.

But he had the newsies. The group of dirty, rough boys that he used to dismiss at a glance became his family. His only family. He learned the ins and outs of hawking the headline, learning about the different boroughs and their relationship with the Lower Manhattan newsies. He was taught how to avoid Snyder the Spider, an ugly old man that ran the Refuge, and he was taught to never, ever venture across the Brooklyn Bridge. The newsies over there were bigger, meaner, and wouldn’t hesitate to soak a ten-year-old like him.

That’s when he began to reinvent himself. Gone was the name Francis. The idea of being connected to his father in such a way made him sick. He told the guys to start calling him Jack. Jack Kelly. The newsies were no stranger to reinvention like that, and so they did. Francis Sullivan Jr. was no more.

When he was just thirteen, Jack Kelly relearned what it felt like to be lost. According to the papers, that winter had been the worst one in recorded history. They hadn’t known that then. In reality, all winters were bad for newsies. The lodge reflected the outside temperature easily, and the blankets were thin. Boys resorted to doubling and tripling up in bunks, even when there were extra beds. But they would get through it. They all would.

The world stopped when Diamond died. At least, that’s how all the guys saw it. He had been the leader of the Lower Manhattan newsies for two years now, and he had been nearing his eighteenth birthday. It was sometime in spring. He was only months from getting out, from making a life for himself. Jack had since forgotten the exact date of their leader’s birthday, but the season was a little heavier from then on.

This time, it wasn’t just him who was lost. Every single newsie was lost. It was the first time in years that a boy had died over the winter. Jack remembered the last one, but he had only been ten when it happened. No one knew what to do, how to react. Diamond had a second, sure, but he was only sixteen. Sixteen, and the new leader of the Manhattan newsies.

Sixteen, and asking a now fourteen-year-old Jack Kelly to help him lead the newsies. Sixteen, and asking a fourteen-year-old Jack Kelly to become second. Jack had thought it was a joke at first. Sure, he had been around longer than many of the guys, but he was a kid. He didn’t really realize until later that they were all kids.

Once again, Jack Kelly was lost. Lost, and in charge of a group of boys that were grieving the loss of their previous leader. He didn’t allow himself to feel any real sadness. The guys clearly needed him to be a solid second in command, and giving into the harsh ache in his chest wouldn’t allow him to do that.

So he helped lead. He followed Golden Boy to meetings with the other boroughs, finally crossing over the infamous Brooklyn Bridge. He met the leader, a boy whose name he had long since forgotten, and Brooklyn’s two seconds. Spot Conlon and Racetrack. It was damn near unheard of to have two boys functioning as seconds, but no one was going to bring that up to Brooklyn.

When he turned sixteen, Jack Kelly was lost again. Golden Boy turned eighteen, leaving behind his brother, Tommy Boy, to continue selling. Golden moved to Upper Manhattan, getting an apartment and a job at a factory. Jack was left to lead the newsies by himself.

Well, not entirely by himself. Sometime during the last two years, Racetrack had migrated over to Manhattan. He occasionally sold in Brooklyn, but it was clear that he no longer held the same status that he once did. If asked, he would only laugh and change the subject. The most Jack ever got out of him was that there had been some sort of falling out.

To Manhattan’s new leader, it didn’t matter what brought Racer to the borough. Jack trusted him enough. He picked a warmer Sunday morning, sat the younger boy down, and the two had a conversation nearly identical to the one Golden gave Jack two years ago. The Manhattan leader had his fingers crossed the entire time.

Racer said yes, and Jack felt just a little less lost. Having the former Brooklyn newsie as his second was reassuring, especially knowing that he had already once been in the position. He didn’t make a mistake. He was absolutely sure of it.

Things mellowed out for the next year. The winter wasn’t harsh, and, for once in his life, Jack felt like things were heading up. By then, he was seventeen. He had begun thinking about his life outside of the newsies, saving up money so that he could maybe rent an apartment. He just needed to tide himself over until he could get hired somewhere else. Maybe a factory.

Francis Sullivan Jr. was also no longer a part of him. His father still remained in jail, locked up for a crime that Jack refused to learn anything about. Any of the newsies who had known him as Francis had long since stopped selling. He was Jack Kelly. No one else.

There were many times in Jack Kelly’s life where he had felt lost, but absolutely nothing came close to how he felt during the strike. As much as he hated to admit it, what Katherine had said was right. They truly were a bunch of Davids attempting to take on Goliath. And, after that fight at the circulation gates, Jack was beginning to realize this wouldn’t pan out like the Bible story.

He was lost. Permanently, this time. No matter what happened, this strike wasn’t going to end painlessly. And, as each day ticked by, the idea that they might now win suddenly became more and more real.

Many of the boys struggled for money even while working, but now they were on strike. They were eating through their savings just so they didn’t starve. Jack had started getting one meal a day instead of two, just so that the younger kids in the lodge could have bigger portions.

They were losing, and the fight yesterday had only proven that. And even then, as Jack stood in Medda’s theater in front of his latest backdrop, he was beyond hyper aware of that fact. He was failing, and no one would take the fall harder than his friends.

He had to leave. He had to get out. Racetrack was capable, and Jack had full faith that he would be able to lead the newsies, no problem. Things would be okay without him there. Crutchie would get out of the Refuge, Racer would take over leading, Davey and Led would go back to school, and Katherine would continue to report for the New York Sun. They would be okay without him.

The idea had first popped up months ago. Save up enough money for a train ticket out west. Leave New York. Let Racer take over the newsies. He began painting backdrops more frequently for Medda, allowing her to pay him whenever she had enough money. He was getting out of that city.

And on that sticky August day, there was only one thing on Jack Kelly’s mind as he pocketed Miss Medda’s envelope: this was the last time in his life he would be lost.

#newsies #newsies fanfic #livesies #jack kelly #newsies on broadway #racetrack higgins #jack newsies #medda larkin #oli's writing!

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So silly image of sorts based on cousins, but Peggy and Steve vs other parents regarding their kid because their kid takes after serumed daddy and is big for his age. Someone giving them shit for being terrible parents cause their 'obviously' pre-school aged child is throwing a fit and the snap back that the kid is a year, 18 months, not pre-school don't expect a big kid just because he's tall/broad for his age, he's still a baby etc.

Okay maybe less funny but over protective Steve really wanted to showcase himself.

They knew that there was going to be problems down the road with Steve having the serum and he and Peggy trying for kids.

Howard had given his own input or two and it was nothing more than, “We simply don’t know what will happen, kid. It’s all guessing games. Peggy’s pregnancy could either be completely normal six, seven, eighteen months or she could have the kid in six and the kid be fine or worst.”

Peggy’s lips pursed slightly, taking Steve’s hand into her own. Their wedding bands gently brushed one another as she did. “First off, do you not know how long a woman is pregnant for, Howard? Nine months! Nine months. How…” She pinched the bridge of her nose and waved off anything he said in explanation.

“Second,” she continued with a huff. “What do you mean worse?”

Here now, Howard looked sheepish, more so for the worse than the lack of knowing how long a woman was pregnant for. “Well...when we first met Steve he did have that laundry list of problems and-”

“You mean our kid could be like how I was?” Steve interjected, interrupting an annoyed-looking Howard. “They could-could-”

“Hold up, before you start spiraling, Stevie.” Howard’s hands flew up, raised to defend himself and stop Steve from starting to panic. “I said could. If. Maybe. It’s a possibility, a slight possibility that we have to consider, even if I don’t think it’s possible. That serum coursing through your veins rewrites DNA. Genetics. Your little kid is more likely to have that serum than to have any laundry list of your problem.”

But it was still something they had to think about and Steve was struggling to wrap his mind around that.

All through Peggy’s pregnancy, that problem remained in the back of his head. It was a possibility. No matter how much he tried to reassure himself with the countless doctors and even Howard saying that Peggy was doing outstanding for her pregnancy, how big the baby was, and what naught.

It was still there, no matter how much he tried to drown it with optimistic thoughts.

It wasn’t until Chester Micheal Carter-Rogers was born at ten pounds and nine ounces, twenty-five inches in length did Steve breathe a sigh of relief. Even if Chest was three weeks early and Peggy had to have a c-section.

Peggy and baby were both fine and Steve was grateful, so, so, so grateful.

That’s when the problems began to show how it would be to raise a child with the serum. How much of the serum and if they’d later possess super-human strength, no one was sure. Not even Howard. It was all development.

At three months, Chester was already sitting up on his own and responding to his name with a toothless smile. At five months, he was holding his own bottle and loving to play with his parents. At six months, started the teething.

“Well, at least he doesn’t have your strength,” Peggy tried to joke as Chester chewed on the slushy-texture pacifier. “Else he would’ve bitten my nipple straight off with those three teeth halfway coming in. If he bites my nipple, we’re having a problem, mister.”

Chester just giggled at his mama’s finger and gripped at it, making Steve give that half-smile of relief.

Chester was eight months before he said his first word, “Broom!”

Steve dropped the broom he was holding, looking down at the heavy boy strapped to his chest. He’d dropped a glass earlier and was trying to clean it up, having strapped his baby boy to him so he wasn’t hurt. “Did you just…?”

Chester grinned a whole eight teeth in his mouth now. “Broom! Broom!”

“You just…” Steve swallowed, feeling faint and overwhelmed with pride as he picked the boy up and hugged him. “You spoke!”

It was near the year mark did Howard point something out over dinner. “You know...Chester has never been sick.”

Peggy shared a look with Steve, clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth. Steve lowered his fork and looked at their baby that he was feeding mashed-up food. “That’s true,” she said carefully after a moment of thought. “Not even a fever, a cold. I wasn’t sickly as a child but I had my fair share of colds as an infant and Lord knows you did too, Steve.”

“I think it’s safe to confirm that Chester has Steve’s serum,” Howard mused as if no one had already thought about that. “Good for him.”

Other parents started to notice the developments too during their daddy and me! classes. There were some snide remarks on how big their boy was for a one-year-old.

“Thirty-two pounds!” Gretta hissed, glaring at where Steve was showing Chester and the other kids how to blow bubbles. “He said Chester is thirty-two pounds and thirty-five inches! Can you believe that? Look at how big he is!”

Steve huffed in annoyance and tried not to let the other gossip get to him. It wasn’t until Peggy stormed home one day after a grocery trip with Chester, the little boy sniffling like he’d been crying did it hit him how rude the other parents were.

“I ran into our darling neighbor today,” she noted, slamming the eggs down on the counter.

Steve flinched and hope they weren’t broken as he finished buttoning up Chester’s pants after he’d taken him to the bathroom. “Darling,” he warned, knowing how sensitive Chester was to emotions. “Which neighbor?”

“Oh, the wonderful and perfect Kelly and her perfectly normal daughter Jackie. Don’t you know how perfect they are?”

Steve watched as she half-aggressively put up the groceries, only stopping her when she almost dropped the barely-survived eggs. “Peggy,” he breathed, cupping her jawline. “What did they say?”

“Chester went to hug Jackie as normal - he’s fascinated with other kids and you know him, doesn’t know his own strength, and is just getting the hang of walking right. He fell into Jackie and pushed them both down and Kelly acted like he had punched her daughter. She told me to keep my monster of a child away from her and her family. I told her then she needs to keep her husband home and away from his mistress on business trips.”

Steve’s lips pursed and looked over to Chester playing with his blocks, sighing. Yeah, he got that. The neighbors were not the most polite about Chester’s rapid growth. It’s not like they could say he was Captain America and Chester had some percentage of the super-soldier serum.

“Well, maybe she’ll learn to keep her mouth shut,” he grunted, taking the eggs from her to safely put in the fridge.

In the two months since that incident, Chester was speaking more, learning new words every day. He was even speaking full sentences and could name objects. Now he was walking by himself, kicking a ball back and forth, and even sang songs.

Unfortunately, that meant that Peggy had, of course, taught their son The Man With The Plan.

Right now, none of that mattered. Not when Chester, his beautiful son with his downy soft blonde hair, and hazel eyes, was screaming in the buggy. Not that Steve blamed his son, really. The kid was hot and icky and tired and after several boosters from the doctor, he wouldn’t want to be in public either.

But grocery trips had to be had.

And it didn’t help that Kelly shouldered by them, dragging her daughter and loudly stating that Jackie wasn’t allowed to hug Chester or even look at him.

Now how do you explain that to a child who’s already in a bad mood? You don’t.

Steve had given up on comforting Chester beyond rubbing his back and whispering to him as he looked at the options of oatmeal. He was still sniffling and hiccuping loudly and screaming every so often, even if Kelly had insisted on staying on the aisle with them.

“If that was my daughter,” she droned on without anyone asking her, “I would’ve taught her right and told her tantrums to get you nowhere, especially at that age.”

“And what age might that be?” Steve challenged, standing up and laying a hand on the cart. Chester’s little fingers wrapped around his middle finger to try to suckle on. Poor buddy. Still had that tooth coming in.

“Four, isn’t he?”

Steve just blinked at her, scooping Chester up to try to ground him. God, he wishes Peggy was here. She wouldn’t keep her temper in check as much as he was, but her comfort was greatly needed.

“You know damn well that our kids were born the same year, just months apart, and your daughter, who’s now pulling open the boxes of grits, by the way, is three months older than Chest. And by the way, Kelly, Chest is only eighteen months old! He’s just big for his age and upset because you’re a terrible mother who insists that our kids can’t play together.”

“Well-well-” Kelly stomped to her child and ripped the box from her hand, jerking her up. “He’s too big! He’ll hurt her! He’s nothing but a m-”

Steve didn’t feel his feet moving him until he was in front of the woman about to call his child a monster. He cradled Chester closer to him and glared down at her.

“Finish that sentence, I dare you. You and I both know damn well that Paul isn’t the father of your child and unless you want him to know…” The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he stepped back fixed Chester in his arms. “Come on, Chest. I know mommy is waiting for us at the house. Are you ready for our big move, huh? Away from judgemental neighbors who can’t keep themselves in check, yeah? We’ll find new friends for you to play with who don’t mind how big you are. Yeah, we will!”

It might’ve taken two months from moving from Brooklyn to DC and to finally get their house in order but Chester was a lot happier here.

More room to play around in, even having three play dates lined up in the last week with new neighbors who didn’t seem to mind their son was a little more advance.

It wasn’t until the four-month mark hit and Peggy came home from a doctor appointment within Shield did Steve feel the familiar dread hit him as she silently handed him a blank envelope.

Two sonograms were laid inside. One labeled baby a and the other baby b.

“Twins,” he breathed, looking over to Chester rolling his ball after the cat. “We’re having...twins.”

Peggy, seeing the familiar look pulled him in for a comforting kiss. “We are, but at least we have practice with Chester. And no judgemental Kelly around here.”

#Steggy #StevePeggy #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #CJC's story #Steggy Prompt

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what-goesaround-comesaround · 4 years

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Let's talk about some Irish newsies-

Hey! So I thought it'd be cool to look into the research I've found indicationg that some of the newsies might have Irish ties! (I'm Irish so that might explain my interest) I'm not an expert at all or anything, this is just the research I've collminated while scouring through newsies facts.

Oh course this isn't set in stone, this is just information I've found so if I've got anything wrong, please tell me! I was inspired by this post to do my own research. (A lot of my research has to do with the original movie but stick around for some fun facts about surnames?)

And now, onto Jack Kelly :

^This is David's description of Jack in Newsies : a novel by Jonathan Fast which can be found here on pg 9. Both surnames "Kelly" and "Sullivan" have their roots in Irish history.

^on pg 27 of the same book David describes Jack again as "an Irish boy". I just thought this would be worth noting, seeing how David wants to make it obvious to us, the reader that Jack appears to be Irish or of Irish descent.

"Kelly", originally anglicized from the Gaelic "Ó Ceallaigh" meaning 'descendant of Ceallach', an ancient Irish personal name, originally a byname meaning 'bright-headed' or 'troublesome' (fitting huh?) Source found here.

Fun fact for you livesies fans, the reigning chieftain of Ui Maine (mid Galway, South Roscommon, sometimes referred to as "O'Kelly's Country") O'Ceallaigh (c1351), was a renowned patron of the arts. Source found here.

Another fun fact : Jack means Seán in Irish.

Bet you weren't expecting that. Or maybe you were. Anyway, source is found here. I also remember it being a topic of conversation in 3rd class Irish class. Wonder how Spot and Jack would feel about that.

^On pg 23 of the original 1992 movie script found here Jack describes himself as a "mick" which was a commonly used derogatory term used against those of Irish decent/Irish immigrants at the time. However this line was not included in the movie. Source found here.

Now for "Sullivan". The original Irish for the surname Sullivan is O'Suileabhain, however the actual derivation of the name is debated. There is no doubt that the root word is 'suil' meaning eye, but whether it is to be taken as 'one-eyed' or 'hawk-eyed' is usually left an open question. Sources found here and here.

The surname is associated with the southwestern part of Ireland and was originally found in County Tipperary before the Anglo-Norman invasion. Source found here

Also, in both movie and stage versions Jack tells us his father "taught me not to starve" indicating his father may have taught Jack about the horrors of the Famine/An Drochshaol/The Great Hunger that plagued Irish families for years after. Source is found here.

Okay! On to Spot Conlon :

^This is David's description of Spot Conlon from the same book, pg 51 (okay he may not outright say he's Irish but they really said "throw all the stereotypes at him like red hair". But seriously in the Hard Promises script and the Newsies script he's described the same way. I guess they really invisioned that red hair huh?)

Spot is interesting seeing as he is the leader of the Brooklyn newsies, Brooklyn being an infamously known place for Irish immigrants to live due to the Great Hunger/An Drochshaol (translated meaning "Hard Times") or as it's more commonly known as "the potato famine" between 1845-1852. Source found here. At least 1 million people died from this and another 1 million immigrated, a lot to America (although the exact numbers are disputed.) Around this time New York becoming the busiest port city in the world. There was labor work to be had in Brooklyn, in the manufacturing and loading and unloading of goods to be sent around the country and around the world. Irish immigrants who had been left poor and malnourished by the famine had no other option but to take on this manual labour to earn money. Many took jobs by the ports and settled by the Watershed i.e. near the ports. This could be a reason to why we're first introduced to Spot and his "cronies" at the port in the movie. Source is found here and here.

Supposing Spot was born between 1880-1886 (he's quoted to be 14 in real life in this article however it's stated in the Newsies Novel on pg 51 to "be around Jack's age" and it's stated in original script before Newsies was rewritten to be a musical and was still a drama, "Hard Promises" he's quoted to be 19 on pg 28. So take this with a grain of salt.) the U.S. census, which counted both place of birth and parents’ birth place as well, estimated that one-third of all New Yorkers were of Irish parentage. By 1890 as Brooklyn neighborhoods were expanding east and south, the amount of people with Irish stock is at 196,372. Source found here.

Also how people will usually use the name "Seán" or sometimes "Patrick" for Spot (one of the fandom wiki pages cites it as his real name here but admits to having no proof of it). Both of these are traditional Irish first names, Patrick being popularised by the patron saint of Ireland St. Patrick/Pádraig. Might have heard of it-

Now for his surname.

Conlon is an Irish family name, it being a variation of the anglicised version of Ó Connalláin. The name may be derived from two Irish Gaelic words "Con" (the genitive case of Cú, meaning "hound") and "Lón" meaning lion - thereby implying a person who has the characteristics of a lion born of a hound - strength and speed. Source found here.

Conlon had a Gaelic form of Ó Conallain or Ó Coinghiollan in Connacht however it's Ó Caoindealbhain in Munster and Leinster. Fun fact, Connal or Connall is claimed to be a pet name for a sprout or little sprout. Source found here.

The history regarding the Conlon surname is complicated to say the least- however it can be traced back to County Meath, where the Conlon descendants are from an important sept near Trim, which traces back to Laoghaire, King of Ireland circa 432. O'Coindealbhain was also anglicised 'Quinlivan' in Munster. Source is found here and here.

This post isn't letting me include the video of Jack, David and Boots going to Brooklyn to negotiate with Spot and the Irish traditional music in the background but I'll make a separate post about that.

Now, onto Racetrack Higgins.

I'm going to keep this kind of brief. We know Racetrack is described as "tall, skinny gambling Italian beanpole" in the Hard Promises script on pg 1 and he's described as "an Italian beanpole" on pg 5 of the Newsies Script. However the surname "Higgins" is Irish as far as my research has told me, not Italian.

The real Ed "Racetrack" Higgins lived in Brooklyn and is quoted to be the real leader of the Brooklyn union, and was elected vice-president of the general union after Kid Blink and David Simmons were accused of selling out. Source found here. I haven't been able to find much information about Racetrack Higgin's life after the strike or his family life which could connect him to Ireland however I thought it would be interesting. If anyone is curious about the real Racetrack Higgins this source has been really useful!

'Higgins" is an Irish family name with ancient royal connections. It is an anglicisation of O'hUigin, from the Irish word 'uiginn' meaning Viking. The original holder of the name was a grandson of Niall of the Nine Hostages, High King of Tara, and all of the O'Higgins claim a common descent from him. Ancient records show that several members of the O'Higgins claimed a hereditary right to be file or poet in the courts of the Irish Chiefs and Kings. Source is found here and here.

Because of their loyalty to Gaelic culture and religion, the Higgins suffered under the English Crown in Ireland and had lost all their lands in Sligo and Westmeath by 1654. Some of them remained in Ireland as tenants on their own lands, but many of them migrated to Spain where they achieved high office in the service of the King. Source is found here.

Fun fact, Racetrack has the same surname as the current (9th) President of Ireland, Michael D. Higgins!

Lastly, on to Crutchy/ie Morris!

^This is from the 1991 original script of Newsies when it was called Hard Promises and was written to be a drama. Obviously this wasn't the movie that we have today but I thought this would be a cool add on. I couldn't find a lot of information about the real Crutch Morris, whom Crutchy/ie is based on. The surname Morris isn't strictly Irish, it's a popular surname throughout the British Isles however with this piece of information I thought it would make sense to research it anyway.

"Morris" (Ó Muiris in Irish) was introduced to Ireland by the Normans, along with the variant Firzmaurice (Mac Muiris). A branch of these Morrises moved to Galway in 1485 CE and later became one of the Tribes Of Galway. The name may also have been an abbreviation of Morrissey (Ó Muireasa), a branch of the Uí Fiachrach clan. Sources found here and here.

The ancient Irish name Ó Muirgheasa (variant Ó Muirghis), a personal name thought to derive from muir, meaning "sea" and geas, meaning "taboo" or "prohibition." Source found here.

The Morris family does have an Irish family crest/coat of arms which I'll post at a later date, further cementing themselves in Irish history.

This is most of the information I have regarding the origins of the characters and their surnames however I could go on about the music in Newsies, the family crests, the housing circumstances of poor Irish immigrants in New York at the turn of the 19th century ect.

If you want to learn more about what life was like for Irish immigrants in New York I recommend reading the non-fiction book The Gangs Of New York (or watching the movie. It isn't completely historically accurate but give a decent overview of what was life) or reading this article by the Irish Times.

I've barely scratched the surface of this topic and hope to go into it father in the future!

May I leave you with this gif of the boys doing some Irish (inspired) dancing and David with his twirl combo!

Ps. If the links aren't working for you I'd be happy to provide a list of the resources I’ve used throughout my research on a separate post if needs be.

pps. @maggs-is-a-muppet @annihilatedthenightstalker @newsies-bun @letter-from-the-refuge thanks for the motivation last night 😌

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What I’ve Watched During Quarantine (so far):

TV Shows:

The Last Kingdom - holy shit I love this show and I cannot wait for a new season. Æthelflaed is a badass bitch. But I miss Alfred.

After Life - the most heartbreaking show in the world, with Ricky Gervais being funny between making me cry.

Community - maybe my favourite sitcom. I fucking love this show. I’m containing myself because if I don’t, I’ll go on forever.

Hunters - I love love love love love this weird-ass, terrifying, mind-bending, incredible show. What a ride. Sister Harriet is my favourite even though I don’t trust her.

Tiger King - Yes, along with everyone else I watched this fuckery. What is there to say? I was entertained, that’s it.

Making a Murderer - I was on a roll after Tiger King and wanted something crazy, and I got it. What a bunch of fucked up shit. I can’t believe this is real. Also Kathleen Zellner is a badass bitch and I love her.

Good Omens - I broke down and watched it. And this was the weirdest shit I’ve ever seen but I loved it. Crowley and Aziraphale are a delight. And my history nerd heart couldn’t handle it.

The Boys - wow this was the most disturbing, wonderful show. Truly terrifying but great. Billy Butcher is incredible.

Peaky Blinders - when I say I am in love with Thomas Shelby. Wow. What a fantastic show. I didn’t expect to like it, but I finished all five seasons in less than a week because I’m absolutely addicted. Damn you Thomas Shelby and your pretty eyes.

The Umbrella Academy (S2) - wow wow wow wow what an amazing season. I don’t want to spoil anything but it was absolutely fantastic.

Rewatches:

Lost - my favourite show of all time, and my favourite series finale of all time. Fuck what people say, Lost is brilliant and I would die for this beautiful show.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine - what an all around great time. I just love it so much.

Roseanne - ah, old school Roseanne. My actual favourite sitcom. Y’know, the one that was my entire childhood, basically made me who I am today, only for me to find out that the actress that played my actual idol was a racist. Yeah, that one. It was nice to ignore that though and love my favourite show regardless.

Scrubs - I just watched it for the first time just before quarantine, and decided to watch it again during. What a brilliant show. It means so much to me. Also, Perry Cox is one of the greatest, most complex characters to ever exist. And Carla Espinosa is an underrated queen. I’m also listening to Fake Doctors, Real Friends, which is Zach Braff and Donald Faison’s Scrubs rewatch podcast, and it’s great.

Friends - I missed this show, really. It’s still so great. Chandler Bing is amazing and I forgot how adorable he and Monica are.

Movies:

The Philadelphia Story - again, Cary Grant is lovely. Also, Katherine Hepburn is incredible and I love her.

Rocky 1-4 (haven’t gotten hold of 5 yet) - oh, yes, yes, yes. These movies. I love love love these movies. Rocky and Adrian are the couple.

Cocktail - this one wasn’t bad, considering I hate Tom Cruise. I’d watch it again.

Anastasia - I’ve been wanting to watch this one for a while, and it was awesome. I love Meg Ryan so much.

Rebel Without a Cause - this is such a great teen movie. I was surprised about how much I related to it. Also, as if everyone didn’t already know, James Dean is gorgeous.

Thelma & Louise - what a beautiful story about friendship and badass ladies. This is exactly my shit. Yes.

Steel Magnolias - this was such a lovely, sad movie. Oh, I love it.

The Wedding Planner - this one set me on a JLo kick, because this was such an adorable movie. Her and McConaughey were adorable.

Maid in Manhattan - ah, JLo, you did it again. I loved this one so much. Loved it.

Save the Last Dance - I hadn’t heard of this one, but I saw Julia Stiles and immediately clicked. That was the right choice. This movie was so cute, oh, I loved it.

All the President’s Men - me geeking out over journalism, politics, and history for two hours? Yes please. Also Robert Redford is gorgeous and I never found him that attractive before.

Terms of Endearment - oh, break my goddamn heart why don’t you. Fuck, this was so heartbreaking. I loved it.

Taxi Driver - a garbage movie for garbage people. Imagine if Fight Club just like, wasn’t a good movie. That was the vibe of this one. God, don’t waste your time.

Singin’ in the Rain - what a lovely, fun movie. All three main characters were great, the songs were awesome, the relationships were fun, what more can I say? Oh yeah, Gene Kelly? Damn.

His Girl Friday - overall an okay movie, but it was pretty funny, and Cary Grant. Dear god, I love me some Cary Grant.

Good Will Hunting - oh, fuck me, this movie. How dare you make me feel such things, Matt Damon. What an incredible movie. It made me, a person who hates Ben Affleck, not hate Ben Affleck for two whole hours. It made me cry, of course. Robin Williams, dammit. Wow. And Matt fucking Damon was so brilliant, and so was Minnie Driver, and they were so good together, and I could gush about this movie for days.

Set it Up - as of now, I’ve watched this movie, oh, nine thousand times?? How perfect is this movie? All of the actors are great, and I’d watch two hours of just Charlie looking at Harper. Ugh. The way he looks at her gets me every time.

The Old Guard - I’m not usually a fan of action movies but this one was so good !! I loved the plot and just the idea in general, and all of the characters were so awesome. It was a really great movie.

Rewatches:

Tombstone - I could watch this movie every single day. Val Kilmer as Doc Holliday might be my favourite performance ever. I can quote almost this entire movie, and I don’t even like westerns.

Gladiator - I hadn’t watched this in a long time, and I knew it was good, but it was so, so, so good. Wow.

Memento - maybe my favourite movie ever. Definitely my favourite mind-fuck movie. So cool, and just. . . god, it’s such a good movie. Hats off to you, Chris Nolan.

The Usual Suspects - this is one of my favourite movies of all time. Everyone is so good in it and that ending is incredible. I could gush about this movie forever. Dean Keaton deserved better.

This is the End - such a funny movie, wow. Anything with Seth Rogen and James Franco is good. Jay Baruchel, wow. I adore Jay Baruchel.

You’ve Got Mail - in my books, the best romantic movie ever. I watch this shit constantly. Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks are so adorable together. Add in Dave Chappelle, and it’s perfect.

Unbreakable, Split, and Glass - M. Night Shyamalan is always good and I’ll fight anyone on that. These three expecially. He’s the absolute master.

Back to the Future 1-3 - if I’m being honest, they’re not the greatest movies, but fuck, aren’t they, though? They’re cheesy as hell, but absolutely iconic and I still love the hell out of them.

The Neverending Story - this is the weirdest goddamn movie I’ve ever seen but the nostalgia hit me harddd. This movie was my whole childhood and even though it’s absolutely disturbing, it’s still great.

Talk to me about any of these!! I’m desperate to rant about my favourite movies and tv shows, and if you are too, feel free to reply to this post or message me privately! I’m always ready to talk and gush about things I love.

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