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abovethefoldd · 1 month
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i love how no matter what, all fansies agree that davey jacobs is gay. no doubt about it.
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to-be-a-dreamer · 4 months
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Hello Newsies fandom, for your casual viewing pleasure (and because apparently some people think headcanoning the Jacobs family as Jewish is antisemitic), here is the exact passage from the official Newsies novel that states Davey is Jewish and Jack is Irish :D
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It's not a headcanon, it's literally written in the source material and, even if it wasn't, this fandom has been headcanoning characters' ethnicities based on their names since 1992. They're street kids living in New York City in 1899, they're going to be a diverse group and the best thing we have to go on is their names. I know my group of mutuals headcanon at least two other characters as Jewish, somewhat if not entirely based on their names.
Like, I don't know how else to explain that headcanoning a character with a traditionally Jewish name isn't "stereotyping" it's literally just being like "oh hey, this whole family has really common Jewish names, it would be fun if they're Jewish" and then we all move on with our lives because it's also literally canon. Like, it would be bad if we were headcanoning a character as Jewish purely because they exhibit behaviors that are also associated with negative Jewish stereotypes but that's literally not what's happening here. Also I'm pretty sure it's mentioned in the non-dialogue parts of the script somewhere but I don't have access to that.
In conclusion, don't be weird about people headcanoning characters as minorities, it's not stereotyping it's literally just people existing.
(Also, I am not Jewish, so I do not at all claim to be any kind of authority on representation. If any Jewish bloggers want to weigh in I will happily read and be open to learning!)
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loiteringandlurking · 2 months
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give me amputee jack. jack who got his hand mangled by a printing press and his father used the last of his money to get him to a hospital. jack has a stump at the middle of his forearm . jack sells more papers not only because he's charismatic but also because his shirt sleeve has a knot tied in it where his left hand would be. jack and crutchie who meet and become close because of their physical ailments.
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blinkinbrothershark · 13 days
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Happy Elmer day everyone!!!!!!!
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jackmkelly · 18 days
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i just hope rn bryan denton is hugging his adoptive daughter (katherine plumber) so tight and giving her all the reassurance she doesnt get at home
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we-are-inevitable · 8 months
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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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Why does Jack dress nicer than all the other newsies?
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Broadway established his look as long pants, a collared overshirt in a tasteful solid color, and a vest worn buttoned up. His costuming sets him apart from the rest of the newsies, signaling that he is someone who is 100% prepared for an adult girlfriend and a salary job. All he'd have to do to get respectable is remove the newsie cap.
Booooo! Fuck that!
I want to see Jack wearing pants with a big rip in one knee that he tried to sew up himself, pants he's grown out of that expose mismatched socks. I want to see him clash patterns. Make him look like the urchin Pulitzer says he is. It's 88 degrees; let the kid unbutton his overshirt! GIVE HIM BACK HIS BANDANA!
The fancy duds don't really make sense for the life Jack lives. But more than that, the buttoned-up shirt contradicts what the character represents to Katherine and David, who are so drawn to him, and what he represents to the audience.
The power of youth and of collective action. The dignity of poverty. Freedom.
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crystallizedtwilight · 11 months
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Consider this a Call To Angst for the newsies- any hurt/comfort or angst you have for any of them, please, I need it, I want those thinks Obliterated (only if you want to ofc!)
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Race, who has known Jack the longest. Who is Jack’s second-in-command. His friend. Who still lives in Manhattan despite selling daily in Brooklyn because of his loyalty to Jack’s house. Who trusts Jack’s leadership. Who follows Jack’s call to strike. Who is injured because of it. 
Davey, who is inspired by Jack’s words to strike. Who helps him do so. Who forms the union with him. Who accompanies Jack into Pulitzer’s office to inform him of it. Accompanies him to Brooklyn. Who searches for and finds him. Who believes in the cause. Believes in Jack.
Betrayed.
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blurglesmurfklaine · 11 months
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*Jack and Davey sitting together at Mr. Jacobi’s Deli*
Katherine: aww how sweet! how long have you two been together?
Crutchie: they met eighteen hours ago
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kimslovebin · 4 days
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hi, another serious post but please go to this site and try to stop the tiktok ban
also be sure to speak up about the kosa bill
Share this with anyone and everyone
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noxexistant · 25 days
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guys i know this is newsies and there’s a million of them and a thousand different interpretations and canons, but you cannot just make shit up and call it “canon” or “semi-canon” 😭
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Do you know this Jewish character?
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incorrectuksies · 9 months
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davey: why is race crying?
jack: he's drunk and spot just told him that she couldn't be his girlfriend.
davey: has anyone told him that she’s his wife?
albert: nah, we’re having too much fun.
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loiteringandlurking · 5 months
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hs au javey where Davey (in a fit of frustration and sensory nightmares) takes off his shirt in the changing room during phys ed ... he usually goes into a stall but not today he just doesn't have the time, patience or willingness for it, plus it's empty right now ... cue jack stepping into the room right as davey's shirt comes off and immediately turning the other direction because oh my god is it disrespectful he's so fine fuck am I meant to look is it okay to look does he have abs????
and davey's like 'hey .... jack .....'
and jacks like 'IMSOSORRYWAITNOIDIDNYMEANIJUSTTHOUGHT' and Davey has to physically take a step back ....
and obviously crutchie and Katherine hear about it later but you knew that already
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somedayonbroadway · 26 days
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Ok so: Oscar gets pushed into the semi frozen Hudson river by a gang of bored rich kids. Morris was held back by them until they decided they were bored and leaves. Morris get Oscar out of the water but doesn't know where to go that was near and warm because Oscar was experiencing hypothermia, they go to the Newboy Lodge House. How would the Newsies react?
I think it would go a little something like this…
Jack was putting the littles to bed when he heard the knocking on the door. He immediately went into protection mode. He stood up straight and rushed to the door, ready to peak out and fight off the bulls. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d tried to raid this place and take the boys for nothing. Race was behind him, ready to get the kids out if he needed to. But when Jack looked out through the crack in the door, he froze.
The knocking came again, harder this time. “Kelly! Open up! Come on!”
Race squinted. “Morris?” he asked.
Jack shushed him, reaching to open the doors. He was dumbfounded at the sight before him. Morris was standing there, holding a shivering, nearly blue Oscar against his chest. The younger boy was soaked to the bone and Morris had tear stains on his cheeks, but looked fairly dry despite the water dripping off of his brother. Morris looked up at Jack and Jack could see that the older boy had a bruise forming on his left cheek and a split lip. “S-some assholes pushed him into the fucking river… h-he can barely talk— I have nowhere ta take him,” Morris insisted.
The newsie looked over the brothers again. Oscar was definitely dazed. He didn’t even seem to know where they were. So Jack turned back to his second. “Racer, go get all the blankets we have. Get the littles into one bed to keep warm, Specs! I need water on the fire! Al, any extra clothes you can find!” Jack barked out before he rushed to help Oscar inside. He wrapped one of Oscar’s arms around his shoulder and Morris supported him from the other side.
They got him inside close to the fireplace and Jack helped lay him down, quickly taking out a pocket knife. Morris immediately scowled and grabbed his wrist, ready to fight but Jack looked up at him as his boys squared up behind him. “Hey!” he hissed. “We need to get him out of these clothes. I’m not gonna hurt him, okay?”
Race rushed back down the stairs with blankets and Morris grabbed him by the collar. Race gasped and immediately went wide eyed as Morris backed him into a wall. “Jack!” Race cried, not expecting the attack.
Jack raised his hands up in surrender. “Morris! What the actual hell?!”
The older boy’s eyes were watery. A tear fell down his cheek as he tightened a fist in Race’s shirt. “Don’t… I swear Kelly, I’ll—“
“No one is gonna hurt anyone, Delancey! Race brought blankets for Oscar, that’s all, I have ta get these clothes off of him before he freezes to death!” Jack hissed.
Morris tried to scowl through the fear, but he sniffled as tears began to freely fall down his cheeks. He shoved Race back as he lowered himself back down to his brother’s side. He slowly began to undress him, shoving Jack’s hands away when he tried to help. “Don’t touch him.”
Jack watched as Morris shakily unbuttoned Oscar’s vest. Oscar was trembling violently, his eyes trained on his big brother. “M-M… M-Mo—“
“It’s okay, we’re gonna get you warm,” Morris promised, stripping Oscar down to his undergarments until he could conceal the younger boy beneath some blankets. He then let Jack help wrap Oscar up in about seven blankets.
The other boys did as Jack had asked and soon Morris was holding fast to Oscar as Jack sat with them. Race was whispering with Albert about how poorly Morris had treated them after simply trying to help, but Jack knew better than that. Morris was scared. He wasn’t sure he remembered ever seeing Morris like this. “What happened?” he whispered finally.
The older boy scowled. “Some rich bastards think it’s funny ta push a kid into the Hudson.”
Jack bit his lip. “They hurt you too?”
“Don’t pretend like you give a shit, Kelly. I came here cause of Os, I wouldn’t have asked if I had anywhere else ta go. This don’t make us friends—“
“I get it, Delancey, Jesus Christ, I’m sorry I asked,” Jack insisted, standing up and walking over to his boys. “Get up ta bed. Now,” he said before turning back to the brothers who made his life a living hell. “Your welcome, I guess. Feel free ta leave whenever,” he muttered, headed towards the stairs.
But Morris looked down at Oscar and sighed. “Kelly,” he called, causing Jack to pause. “Thanks…”
Jack didn’t respond. He just sighed and rushed up the stairs.
Morris sniffled and hugged Oscar a little tighter as he tried to warm up the boy.
“Well… this was a shit night, huh?” Morris muttered to himself.
Oscar snored slightly and cuddled up a little more to his brother’s chest. Morris wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He’d never been the touchy feely type. But he managed to brush a hand over the boy’s hair and sniffle as he let out a long breath. “We’re okay…” he promised. “I’m so sorry, Ozzie, it’s gonna be okay…”
And he just kept repeating it over and over again, praying it was true.
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jackmkelly · 8 months
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hello tumblr my new pride and joy just came in the mail
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