"One for all, and all for one!"
124 years ago today, the newsies of New York started their strike against The World and The Journal!! To celebrate I made my own version of the front page picture<33
Here's which newsie is which!
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Why do people rag on the Newsies movie so much?
Like sure, you like the broadway musical better, but you don’t have to turn around and call the movie shit when it was pretty well made and the musical wouldn’t even exist without the movie!
This bugs me so much because I actually like the movie better despite loving the Broadway cast. I love both, but the movie holds a special place in my heart.
I’ve talked to people while doing the show and every single person said “the musical is obviously the best” and act like the movie doesn’t exist.
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How many times do you think each newsie has lost their hat, panicked, and then found it a while later?
Jack: at least once, but he keeps good care of his hat
Race: too many times to count. Half the time another newsie took it as a joke
Davey: 0, he’s too organized to lose it
Les: 5
Spot: 0 he guards that hat with his life and others are too scared to take it
Add more if you want :)
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hey anyone who likes punk au newsies can u plz draw this image but as jack and les or david and les plz plz plz im begging you it would heal me
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i have such a vivid thought in my mind of canon era davey being queer but obviously his family doesn’t know, or at least he thinks they don’t know. but he’s an odd boy, and they know that there’s something… different about him, whatever that may be, and i think that they love him despite it.
i keep thinking about mayer suspecting but never pressing it further, because that’s his son, and he loves him, but being a queer in a time like this is a death sentence- it’s something mayer can’t wrap his head around. i keep thinking about les, already dreaming of finding a wife and settling down one day, asking david about it and being confused that his older brother doesn’t really want a wife— right now, at least. not right now. maybe someday, david says, always tacking on hope, but les has his doubts. and i keep thinking about sarah seeing her brother’s longing, seeing how his smile falters when he stares at couples on the street and how he never seems to be happier when he’s shoulder to shoulder with a certain newsboy. sarah sees it, and knows it, and she wishes he would talk to her about it. she doesn understand it, but she wants to. and i keep thinking of esther knowing. knowing in her heart that her baby, her loving boy, hopes and dreams of a life he can’t live, not now, maybe not ever. esther seeing the way his shoulders tense when family friends ask if he’s found any girls to woo yet, seeing that singe of pain on his face when an older woman at their synagogue says she has a darling granddaughter she would love for david to meet, seeing the way he resigns himself, putting up a wall between himself and his family, singling himself out and shutting himself off without anyone else pushing him to. maybe, just maybe, noticing that the way he looks at a certain newsboy is the same way her brother used to look at his best friend- a brother she has no contact with, a brother she hopes is happy and safe and loved. a brother she will never understand, a brother whose life is something she was taught to condemn, but she would rather have a queer brother than a lost one, and the same applies for her son.
and i keep thinking about david jacobs having very big feelings inside. feelings of hope, that maybe he can one day share this with someone he cares about, not just someone like him. feelings of despair, like he will never be happy, or safe, or loved. feelings of fear, fear for being suspected on the street, fear of fists and police and a jail cell to rot in. feelings of defiance, because he’s a person too, and he deserves happiness too, and if he has to find that happiness away from the public eye, if he has to find it in alleys and molly houses and behind closed doors, then so be it.
feelings of guilt, for not being the son he should have been. but feelings of acceptance, too, because his family recognizes that something about him is different- whatever that may be- and loves him anyway.
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Jack: I fucking hate Pulitzer.
Davey: Watch your language, there are children in here!
Jack: My bad.
Jack: I fucking hate–
Jack: *covers Les's ears*
Jack: –Pulitzer
Davey: I give up.
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