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glitter-ink · 7 months

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some newsies film & broadway musical theories that i've read (disclaimer, these are not my original theories):

jack's biological dad can be linked to alfred borden's character in "the prestige." this connection is evident in their physical resemblance & shared predisposition for legal troubles. borden's history includes visits to new york & numerous romantic liaisons.

jack's evolution into a vigilante reminiscent of the iconic batman takes shape in a unique narrative. his backstory is shrouded in tragedy, with the absence of his parents casting a long shadow over his life. perhaps their untimely demise occurred in a dark alley, thrusting jack into a life of orphanhood. alternatively, his journey might follow a path where he embarks on a quest to acquire the skills necessary for combating crime in the gritty underworld of 1920s gotham (which is also an old nickname for new york city). these acquired abilities encompass the realms of stealth, martial arts, & even the art of synchronized dance—a mysterious & unconventional arsenal he aims to employ in his quest for justice.

the outcome of "independence day" can be likened to a whimsical twist of fate. in a humorous interpretation, it could be suggested that an extraterrestrial species watched "newsies" & concluded that the incumbent president would respond to their threat with dance, anticipating an easy conquest. however, their expectations were wildly off the mark. instead of encountering a docile figure, they were met with a resolute leader in bill pullman. this unforeseen turn of events resulted in a level of resistance far beyond what the alien race had anticipated.

the delancey brothers' backstory indicates a history of childhood abuse & neglect. oscar's disclosure in the musical reveals that their father failed to provide proper care for them. additionally, their living arrangement with wiesel, who is referred to as their uncle in the film, adds a layer of complexity to their upbringing. oscar & morris exhibit signs of excessive aggression & violence, extending beyond the demands of their occupation. morris, in particular, displays a proclivity for resorting to intimidation whenever possible. these behaviors are often characteristic of individuals who have survived childhood abuse without addressing the underlying trauma. these experiences may also elucidate the pervasive anger exhibited by these characters, despite their youthful age, as violence can frequently be a learned response in such cases.

david & les have not been explicitly identified as jewish in the final version of the movie or the musical. however, an original script for the film suggests this aspect of their background. there are subtle clues in the narrative that allude to their potential jewish heritage. for instance, the name david jacobs implies a connection to jewish culture, & david's articulate & scholarly manner of speaking aligns with the jewish tradition's emphasis on education. the reason david & les do not openly discuss their heritage in the story could be attributed to various factors. one possibility is that their parents have a long history in america, spanning several decades or more. alternatively, they may be recent immigrants who have faced significant discrimination, prompting them to encourage their sons to assimilate fully into american society.

crutchy's previous stay at the refuge is a matter of record. he confided in jack that if anyone suspected he couldn't fend for himself, he'd be detained there indefinitely. it's possible that crutchy had a prior stint at the refuge, & if that were the case, jack might have played a role in securing his release. despite crutchy not fitting the typical profile of a criminal, his disability might have driven him to resort to theft as a means of survival. in the year 1899, opportunities for individuals with disabilities to secure employment were scarce or virtually non-existent. moreover, it's plausible that crutchy ended up at the refuge simply because of his disability, as the prevailing belief may have been that he had limited prospects for adoption, academic success, or societal contribution according to the standards set by able-bodied individuals.

jack's father shared tales of santa fe with him. mr. kelly (sullivan) harbored aspirations of relocating his family to that enchanting place, where they could pursue a ranching life, well before the bustling streets of new york had worn him down. jack became captivated by this vision, & he might have even harbored intentions of upholding his father's dream as the head of the household, had the family endured.

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spotconln · 2 years

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have a look out there, mr. pulitzer. in case you ain’t figured it out, we got you surrounded.

#or as i like to call it: davey and his bfs #newsies #newsies broadway #newsiesedit #livesies #david jacobs #davey jacobs #jack kelly #spot conlon #newsies 2012 #broadway #broadwayedit #musicals #musicaledit #musical theatre #musicaltheatreedit #myedit

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toastyblackcat · 10 months

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Listen to Don't come A-Knocking On My Door - Someone Like You by User 23341080 on #SoundCloud

https://on.soundcloud.com/td4EN

I downloaded soundcloud just to listen to Mike Faist sing as Jack and now I'm crying at 2am on a monday

#mike faist #newsies #jack kelly #mike faists jack kelly #newsies broadway #newsies 2012

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ghostslikemystories · 10 months

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Not to be a musical theatre freak or anything but hey newsies fans? Go listen to The Boxer, the Mumford and Sons version. It’s very sad and lonely newsies to me and at risk of being an even bigger nerd here’s which verse is which character (with lyrics):

Verse 1: Davey/crutchie

I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told

I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, Such are promises

All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers

In the quiet of the railway stations running scared.

Laying low seeking out the poor quarters where the ragged people go, looking for the places only they would know.

Verse 2: Jack

Asking only workman’s wages I go looking for a job, but I get no offers, just a come on from the whores on 7th avenue

I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there.

Then I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, going home

Where the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me.

Bleeding me, going home

Verse 3: Spot

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade

And he carried the reminder of every glove that layer him down and cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame

I am leaving I am leaving

But the fighter still remains

#newsies broadway #newsies #livesies #newsies live #newsies 1992 #newsies 2012 #newsies musical #uk newsies #uksies #spot colon #trans jack kelly #jack kelly #trans davey jacobs #jack x davey #davey jacobs #david jacobs #crutchie morris #crutchie newsies #Spotify

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this-is-macy · 1 year

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As a Newsies fan, I just want to put this out there:

I love 92sies

I love Livesies

I love the Original Broadway Cast Recording

And I've never seen a full production of Bwaysies, Toursies, or West Endsies, but based on what I’ve learned about them, I have no reason to believe that I wouldn’t love all of those, too!

I just wanted to make that clear about myself since silly, comparative drama happens online sometimes. (And also, because I don't ever want any jokes or critiques that I make to get misunderstood as not liking something.) It’s all love here!

(And for the record, I love Blood Drips Heavily on Newsie Square too lol)

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rhmis-user-2020 · 6 months

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Jack Kelly (1992 movie and 2012 broadway)

#gacha club #lunime #newsies #newsies the musical #newsies 1992 #newsies 2017 #newsies 2012 #jack kelly #jeremy jordan #christian bale

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pondering-and-wondering · 2 years

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#WEEPING #newsies #newsies 2012 #Mike Faist #kara lindsay

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thelalalalatestrevolutionnewsies · 2 months

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I thought it was time for my ✨INTRODUCTION POST✨

Hi there!

My name’s Cara i’m 18 years old and I’m a Reformed Protestant and massive Broadway and musical theatre fan

-My favorite movie is West Side Story 2021

-My favorite Broadway show is Newsies

-My favorite TV show is probably The Dick Van Dyke Show but I also love Gilmore Girls

-My favorite performer is Aaron Tveit and hopefully one day I’ll get to see him in person

-My favorite music (outside of musicals) is anything by Laufey but my taste is super diverse and I can jam to basically anything

-My favorite color changes super often but right now it’s red

-My favorite Newsie is—uh—I CANT PICK but race, and albert hold a very special place in my heart

I have a ton of hobbies including but not limited to:

-Drawing, gardening, painting, playing the guitar, violin, banjo, and piano (I’m not very good but it’s fun) writing, cooking, reading, working out, sewing, crocheting

Random facts about yours truly:

-I sing a ton but have a low range for a girl so tenor songs are where it’s at 🤙

-I have four older siblings and four younger

-Anastasia got me WAY to into Soviet Russia history

-I hope to start taking ballet classes in the future but don’t have time for it now

-I have five crazy nieces and nephews

-I’ve never been in theatre but my dream roles are Race from Newsies and Anastasia from Anastasia. Hopefully I’ll start acting soon. I’m trying to find a community theater.

-I taught myself how to harmonize by ear and now struggle more to stay on melody than harmony

Shows I love and will post about include:

Newsies

West Side Story

Tuck Everlasting

Anastasia

Wicked (I saw the tour for my eighteenth birthday and adored every minute of it)

Hadestown (saw the tour!! Literally incredible!!)

Les Miserables

The Phantom of the Opera

Jekyll and Hyde

Catch Me If You Can

Frozen (I saw the tour it was incredible)

Holiday Inn

and many more!

I hope you stick around and have fun here cause the world always needs more kindness and laughs.

The people who comment on and reblog my artwork make me smile so much and I think about what you say basically every day thank you💕

Bye now dears

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starfrosts · 8 months

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hiii i’m wanting to get into newsies and wanted ask what version you guys recommend??

#there’s so many on youtube i have no idea what’s the best to choose #i just watched the 2012 tony performance and it the CHOREOGRAPHY ORISJJDKFJD???#newsies #musical recs

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amelia-friend · 9 months

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Uksies closed today and it made me very sad, so I wrote fanfic for the first time in like three years. Enjoy?

Also on AO3 - if you prefer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48989317

Just for a moment

Summary

Jack catches the look Snyder gives Morris and knows what's coming. The first punch is hardly unexpected, although it does knock all the wind right out of him. The second one follows swiftly behind. Being thrown down the stairs - that was unexpected. He's been through worse before though, and if it keeps his boys safe and away from Snyder, he'll go through it all over again. And again. And again.

(In UKsies - the Delanceys full on beat on Jack before they throw him to the printing press, and he’s just ... okay? No he’s not. He’s just good at pretending he is)

Jack knows what it feels like to be on the losing side of a fight.

In the dark, in the cellar, with the printing press and his memories and the blood seeping through his shirt – it’s not the first time he’s been here.

He’s been stomped on his whole life. Morris stomping on his fingers is just the most recent straw in the camel’s heap that makes up his life. (At least it was his left hand. The teachers had beat him out of that habit soon enough, back when he had people who cared whether or not he actually went to school.)

So he sits (well – lies in a position that not exactly comfortable, but is the least uncomfortable position he could find in the oddly shaped hunk of metal that is the printing press), and he waits, and he plans, and he prays (not like the nuns tried to teach him, but in the way that dying men always find something to believe in) that his brothers survive this, that his stupid mistakes affect only himself.

He waits and he breathes and he feels the pieces of himself scrape against each other in a way they probably shouldn’t.

Time slips by sluggishly, and there’s something artistic in there somewhere – about time and blood and friends, all slipping away from him, alone and cold in the dark.

The door at the top of the stairs opens, and Jack is on his feet before whoever opened it can reach the second stair. He doesn’t know what’s coming, but he’ll face it standing.

It turns out to be the other old man from Pulitzer’s office – the vaguely useless one, whose knuckles have never seen a fight, and whose stomach has never missed a meal. So that’s it then. It’s time.

Jack could take him in a heartbeat, probably in less than that – the mere suggestion of aggression would probably be more than enough to send him sprawling. But Pulitzer could take his entire family even easier. Crutchie is already at Snyder’s mercies. Jack’s not giving anyone further leverage.

So Jack hides the limp, he hides his left hand, keeps his shirt tucked tight and his head held high. He breathes in the way he instinctively knows how from his past repeating over and over, high breaths, light breaths, nothing that’ll make it hurt more until he can figure out a way to make it hurt less.

Hurt Les.

The rally is sort of a blur. He’s talking without thinking (and appreciates the irony in doing exactly what he’s telling Davey not to). Words stumbling over each other. It doesn’t matter if they hate him, as long as they’re safe. And if they listen to him, they’ll be safe.

He may not be, if Spot’s reaction is anything to go by. Spot fights hard, he’s known this for years – and not just “for a girl” but– in general. There’s a reason the city is afraid of Brooklyn, and her reputation didn’t come from pretty words.

His brothers weren’t gentle either. He doesn’t blame them. He wanted the words to hurt, he had to hurt them first before Snyder had a chance to get his claws in because Snyder is good at that but Jack is better at protecting him family.

Les was an accident, but it was one too far. They’d seen him turn his back on everything, take money, turn to Pulitzer’s side. Jack has betrayed them all. Betrayed the strike and his brothers and Crutchie in one fell swoop, and they weren’t shy about making their feelings known in the situation. (And Newsies have always spoken clearest with their fists).

Jack knows physical pain. He knows how to survive the Refuge over and over. How to keep the most precious parts of himself safe through the worst of it. It just so happens that the most precious parts of himself are now the parts stored in other people. Snyder is out for blood, out for Jack’s blood, out for what makes Jack hurt the most. And Snyder always gets what he wants. Even besides there’s always been older boys, drunks, fathers, anyone bigger and taller and stronger who wants something Jack has, or just doesn’t want Jack to have something (money, food, self-esteem). Jack knows physical pain.

He’s survived it before. He’ll survive it again.

He’s not sure he’ll survive this though.

It’s always been easy before.

You do something stupid to one of your friends. You bust each other up a bit. You move on, you’re still friends, still brothers.

Jack doesn’t think that’ll work this time. Not sure there’s enough left of him for them to bust and still forgive at the end of it. How could they ever begin to forgive him when there’s no way for him to ever forgive himself.

If Katherine hadn’t been in on the rooftop at the moment he arrived, they’d have never seen him again. Snyder wanted him gone. He’d give Snyder what he wanted. As soon as he figured a way to get the money into the communal funds box all the boys used for emergencies, he’d be gone. It’s not like he’d need to money after that anyway.

But Katherine was there, and she’s angry, and she’s hopeful, and there’s a plan.

And maybe there’s another way out of this whole screwed up mess.

The Children’s Crusade is a success.

Katherine clutches his hand instead of using words and he pretends it doesn’t hurt. Race punches him in the arm instead of using words and he pretends it doesn’t hurt. Davey smiles at him instead of using words and he pretends it isn’t mending the cracks along his heart.

Crutchie comes home.

Mostly.

He’s red and blue and bloody and bruised.

There are bits of him that didn’t make it home.

Snyder is sent away.

Jack pretends its over but it won’t be.

Guys like Jack and Snyder never stay sent away for very long.

But he kisses Katherine there and then in front of his brothers and her father and the world and the World because it feels like the right thing to do.

The hero gets the girl and lives happily ever after. And that’s him right. It’s got to be.

He hasn’t slept in so long. Hasn’t eaten in longer. Hasn’t had true rest in what feels like almost his entire life.

He’s always survived though. He’ll survive this time. He’ll survive until the next time.

He has his friends and his brothers and whatever Katherine is now and he has Crutchie and he has Davey for as long as they’ll have him.

They trust him again.

Mostly.

Just a little bit left behind.

They’ve won the strike, and he’s the leader. A blowhard like always. But they look up to someone, and for some unknown reason they choose him.

Les runs off. The little ones actually got a full night sleep last night, and they’re raring to go – headlines to yell, rich ladies and gentlemen to find and tug at heartstrings and purse strings.

Davey lets him go.

Crutchie looks awful. He tries to hide it but he does. He doesn’t have Jack’s practice at breathing around the broken bits and it shows.

He needs a bed, and a washcloth, and a bowl of soup, not in any particular order.

But those things require money, so it’s the bag and the line and the papers – because he certainly doesn’t have the cash, and all the fellas have been on strike – how are they going to front him the coins for it.

Davey does not let him go.

Davey drags Crutchie home (slowly and carefully, so as to not further injure him). He forces him into a bed, and makes him sleep. Davey is a terrible care giver, but his mom’s a good cook and a better person.

He’ll sleep for a week or so it’ll seem, but he needs it and he’ll improve, and maybe there are bits he left behind in the Refuge, but there are bits he left behind in his brothers as well, and they’ll build him up, better and stronger until the Refuge is little more than a memory in the dark, because that’s what family does.

Katherine goes to work. The strike is settled. The black list is lifted. She has work to do, editors to argue with, stories to fight for.

And Jack has his papers. He takes a hundred because he always takes a hundred. He wouldn’t be Jack Kelly if he couldn’t sell a hundred.

He watches them all leave, his boys, his brothers, his family, watches them spread across the city, the working kids that keep the city running and they know it. Today they won. Today they leave.

And Jack breathes around the sharp edges in his lungs. He walks away.

He ignores the pain that shoots from ankle to hip with every step. He ignores the grinding in the fingers as he flexes them. He ignores the bruises on the Delancey’s knuckles and their partners colouring his skin.

Jack walks away.

He doesn’t need help. Can’t need it. Won’t need it. Someone deserves it more. Someone always does.

There’s never enough, and Jack’s gotten this far on his own. What’s a little longer?

No point bothering people with his troubles when they’ve all got enough of their own to deal with.

He stops. Just for a moment. Just to catch his breath.

It’s been so long since he had rested.

A minute wouldn’t hurt none.

It’s an alley, a few streets away from the distribution centre, quiet enough that he won’t be disturbed.

He sits. Just for a moment. Just to catch his breath.

His leg is heavier now, and he’ll figure out how he’s going to stand up and sell his papes in a minute.

His fingers aren’t moving like they’re supposed to, and he’ll figure out how he’s going to hand the papes out in a minute.

He waits. Just for a moment. Just to catch his breath.

He untucks his shirt slightly. He’d stopped bleeding a while ago, the red indistinguishable from his shirt, but it stings when he pulls the fabric from the still sort-of fresh wound. At one point he’d been able to differentiate the layers on bruises the brothers had laid on him – fists, and elbows, and boots, and nails - but they’d since merged into one mottled mess.

He closes his eyes. Just for a moment. Just to catch his breath.

It’s a while before they find him.

#newsies uk #newsies #newsies the musical #uksies #west endsies #jack kelly #newsies fic #newsies fanfiction #newsies fanfic #not to sound like 2012 me on fanfiction.net #but i seriously do live for external validation

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