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thinking abt latino spot and italian race teaching each other their familys language ...
#i love them#italian racetrack higgins#italian race higgins#latino spot conlon#hispanic spot conlon#spot conlon#racetrack higgins#race higgins#antonio racetrack higgins#sean spot conlon#newsies#sprace#newsies the musical#newsies broadway
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Newsies twitter conversations that I might build on later-
#i made these at 3am the other night and wanted to build on them#maybe ill fix up the accounts tomorrow#newsies#uksies#jack kelly#david jacobs#crutchie morris#sean hanlon#katherine plumber#racetrack higgins#spot conlon#newsies twitter
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West endsies sprace😇
@we-are-inevitable @sparkedblaze @anotherdaveyjacobs tagging y’all too but there is a reason i haven’t answered ur asks. Yet.
send me a pair that is NOT: spot+race, davey+les, and specs+romeo bc i did those go look at my blog smh.
THEY ARE BARBIE AND KEN BI4BI!!! barbie has a cringefail bf and so does spot. he’s not even holding it right…
#also i think sheila is a p solid sean alternative to keep that little irish slay in there#ANYWAY THEM!!! THEY ARE ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️✊🏼#newsies#sprace#sprace newsies#spot conlon#racetrack higgins#newsies art#newises uk#uksies#fizz answers#fizz draws#fizz freaks
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calling all newsie fans. So yk? in 92sies during carrying the banner, when the woman comes through singing "Patrick, darling" and sings about a missing son? Well Spot's real name is Sean Patrick Conlon. And he was known to be closer to Manhattan newsies, so what if that woman was looking for Spot, just in the wrong place? Thoughts?
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Same person, different fonts
#I will fight someone about this#also butchy is unironically the most iconic character possibly ever#5 feet of icon with a funky little accent#spot conlon#they’re also dressed the same#butchy is spot 60 years in the future#newsies#newsies live#92sies#west endsies#uksies#teen beach movie#teen beach 2#spot newsies#Sean conlon
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Do you think Spot’s nickname is Spot bc he has the top spot in Brooklyn?
ok, so
technically, the official newsies book (yes, there’s an official book, it came out after 92sies) says it’s because he has a bunch of freckles.
but the book also says he’s a redhead, and I don’t know if we’ve EVER had a redhead spot, so I don’t know.
I personally headcanon it to be because he has freckles, but only during summertime. when he first became a newsie, it was winter, so you couldn’t see them. then, when it became sunnier, they slowly began appearing on his arms first. someone pointed it out, saying, “look! you’s got spots!”
he was not amused, which made them more amused, and they continued calling him spotty until it caught on as his nickname.
however. I am fully willing to jump on the boat of the explanation you proposed being the one he claims to be the reason, because I think that would be really funny.
#and hotshot standing there in the background like for sure#definitely boss#newsies#92sies#uksies#livesies#spot conlon#hotshot newsies#brooklyn newsies#brooklyn’s here#sean conlon#spot conlon newsies#emme’s bad ideas
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Spot Conlon is Shawn Hunter confirmed
#get it cause his name is Sean and if you squint they look alike#idk#idk what i'm talking about#as usual#newmsies#newsies#spot conlon#shawn hunter#boy meets world
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Sean Conlon
Slytherin
Gay
Pureblood
Threatens people but would never actually hurt them
Goes to Sarah about his boy problems
Cuban and proud
Has a cat called Brookie, he will kill anyone who remotely hurts her
Beater
Hates divination with a passion, grumbles through 99% of the lessons
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Is this how we got the fanon name
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Correct
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I find it funny that musicals fandoms such as TBOM and Newsies completely agreed on first/last names for characters that didn't have any (well, mostly agreed. there's a few places I've seen that don't agree) Also, I know that for Newsies a lot of the names were taken from historical inspo.
Like, (bolded are fandom-made names btw)
Antony 'Race' Higgins
Sean 'Spot' Conlon
Elder Connor McKinley
James Church (This one isn't used in all fics, but most I've seen)
But for some reason, no one can agree on a frickin last name for Marvin/Jason (Trina is usually Weisenbachfeld)
Why do they just not have a last name???
The one I've seen the most (and used to use myself, if needed) is Cohen. But it's always entertaining to watch and see people try and write around it.
Edit: I made a mistake, I do use Gardens for Marvin/jason for my more updated fics I just forgot to put it here. Sorry if I confused you!
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jack kelly and spot conlon are both latino... dont ask why, its just been ingrained into my skull
#newsies#newsies the musical#newsies broadway#jack kelly#spot conlon#sean spot conlon#newsies 1992#1992sies#92sies#livsies#livesies
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Race? As in Racetrack Higgins? Be honest. You have massive non-heterosexual feelings for SEAN "spot" PATRICK CONLON(-Higgins) don't you????
"yes. absolutely. definitely. 100%. i can confirm that i have all of the non-heterosexual feelings for spot. and he feels the same about me. i think. probably. spot?"
"yeah, love?"
[ race burns a deep red. ]
"nothing, it's fine."
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The Best Brothers Aren't Blood Related llll
Here we gooooo
Tw:mental health, ADHD, language
A slow burn series of Jack and Spot exploring newfound relationships, mental health, and high school as teenage brothers.
"Jack I can explain!" Spot said, trying not to let the worry show on his face, but he really didn't want to dissapoint Jack.
"FUCKING FINALLY! I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA HAVE TO FORCE YOU TWO TO TOGETHER!!" Jack shouted energetically.
"Race... and Spot?? I don't see it," Davey said, bringing his finger to his chin as he pondered the idea of Jack's new favorite couple.
"Fuck you David," Spot said sharply, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Yea Davey, fuck you!" Race added on to Spot's comment, and copying his motion as well.
"Oh, yea, now I see it," Davey said, getting a laugh out of his boyfriend next to him. Spot and Race both high-fived at Davey's acceptance, getting more of a rise out of Jack.
The room went silent after that for a solid thirty seconds before Race said, "Well, this is awkward," breaking the silence.
The whole group nodded in unison as they just kind of sat there, like the awkward adolescents they were.
"Well I'm gonna go, and hopefully Davey you'll follow me," Jack said, winking at his boyfriend before exiting to his own room. Spot fake gagged loud enough for the two to hear, only for Jack to say, "Oh please you're probably about to fuck my best friend," as Davey walked out.
Needless to say that left Spot and Race both speechless.
"Why do you have a whiskey bottle on your nightstand," Race inquired, looking at the bottle of Eagle Rare whiskey on Spot's desk.
"It was my dad's before he passed away. He collected whiskey, and that was his favorite," Spot replied, and he luckily seemed pretty chill about it, as if he had come to terms with his father's death.
"Oh yea didn't he die on that trip to Ireland when he went to tour the distillery?" Race asked. Spot's dad had died when Spot was 10, five years ago, when Medda took Spot in. Mr. Conlon was on a vacation to Ireland when his plane crashed, resulting in the death of the father of everyone's favorite Irish kid- Spot.
"Yup, exactly five years and 19 days ago," Spot said, looking off at the bottle.
Race wasn't gonna question why Spot knew the exact amount of days, because Race knew better than anyone that people coped in different ways.
"My mom died when I was seven," Race said, causing a piercing silence to ring through the air. "My dad drank to cope with the pain. Took it out on me,"
"Race I'm so sorry," Spot said. "Does he still do it?"
"No, not anymore. My aunt sent him to rehab and I lived with her for a year, and when he came back it was like he was a new person." Race smiled slightly, thinking about how his father went from abusive to one of the best fathers in the world (in Race's opinion).
"Oh yea, don't you have one of those big-ass Italian families?" Spot asked. Race and Spot had known each other since they were little kids, what with Jack being best friends with Race. "Yea, Jack took me along to dinner at your house when I was ten. Just a few weeks after my dad died," Spot added.
"Oh yea, I remember my grandma got so sad just looking at you. You had puffy eyes, wouldn't talk to anyone-"
"Let's not dwell on the past," Spot joked. Spot hasn't been one to show vulnerability for a while now, he didn't need his past tainting that reputation.
"Let me take you out on a date," Race changed the subject, picking up on Spot's hints. "I'll pick you up at 6:00 tommorow,"
"Sounds great," Spot replied, biting back the biggest grin of his life.
Race's face practically beamed at Spot's acceptance.
"Can't wait," spot said truthfully.
"Me neither, Sean," Race replied. He knew just how much Spot hated his real name.
"You bastard!" Spot said, causing Race to clutch his stomach laughing.
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"So what are you gonna wear?" Jack said as though they were thirteen year old girls talking about a date to Dairy Queen.
"Fuck, I dunno," Spot shrugged, stealing a bite of ice cream from Jack's bowl.
"We you better figure it out. Race is probably gonna take you to this fancy Italian restaurant he loves. I think its called Fibonacci's or something," Jack said, slapping Spot's hand when it reached for more ice cream.
"You mean like the math sequence?" Spot asked, questioning Jack's sources.
"I dunno I'm probably just fucking stupid,"
"I second that," Spot agreed.
"Asshole," Jack mumbled pointedly.
"Dickbag,"
"Love you too, Spotty,"
"Call me that one more time and I'll strangle you,"
How did you guys like it? I tried to add some depth to Spot and Race's characters, but idk if it was any good. Constructive criticism welcome just don't be a bitch about it <333
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A Healing Touch
Part 2
Summery: This happens before the events of the first part of this fic, Race and Spot meet as children
TW: Blood, mentions of abuse
Sean Conlon was only ten years old when he ran away from home. He had grown too tired of his father's constant abuse. Being beaten and berated by his father after doing anything at all wore on his bones and tired him right down to his very heart.
Leaving would be relatively easy. His parents weren't what anyone would call particularly observant, and he would not miss his father at all. His mother, however, he would miss greatly. His chest ached as he thought about leaving the soft, caring woman behind. Still, he knew this was something he had to do.
On the night of his father's birthday, when he was sure his parents would be asleep, he gathered what little he had and took off into the night. His stomach pained as he thought about leaving his mother, but in his heart, he knew two things to be true. One, he would never forgive himself for leaving. And two, he could never go back.
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Sean spent his first year away from home out on the streets of Manhatten. Though he was born in Brooklyn, he decided Manhatten would be a much safer area for him. So that was where he resided for the better part of the year.
Sean wished that he could say his time on the streets was relatively easy, but it was most certainly not. Between the lack of food, having nowhere to sleep, and the constant beatings from older kids, Sean felt like he had nothing and nobody. That is, until he met Race.
Sean was limping around the streets of Manhatten on a dark, cold night. He had been kicked in the leg by an older girl who wanted his hat. As he made it into the main part of town, he was desperately struggling to keep himself together.
He mostly missed his mother, the one person who had ever made him believe in the good in the world. But, as much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn't go back.
He limped around, looking for a place to sleep, until a stray horse came running in front of him. He was so shocked that he fell to his knees directly onto a pile of rocks.
This was his final straw. He immediately cluched his knees and began to cry. Wracking sobs rocked his whole body as he shook violently. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He flinched away, raising his hands to his face to avoid the blow that was sure to come... but it never did.
"You's okay?" A voice above him asked. He looked up to see a boy who was only slightly taller than him, whose eyes were full of sympathy and compassion. A look he had only ever seen in the eyes of his mother.
Sean quickly shook his head and stuck his knees out to the boy. The boy looked thoughtfully for a moment before pulling a rag out of his pocket.
"I can fix that right up!" The boy smiled. Sean hiccuped and tried to smile back. The boy gently wiped the blood and dirt away with the rag before bending down to press a gentle kiss on each knee.
"See!" He exclaimed. "All better!!"
Sean looked again into the boys' eyes and realized that there really was some good left in the world. And he thought to himself that maybe, just maybe, he might deserve some of that good.
#a healing touch#newsies#newsies 1992#92sies#newsies fanfiction#spot conlon#racetrack higgins#sprace#sprace fanfiction#chase writes
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Hey can you write a sprace scene in the shadowhunters au?
Shadowhunters AU
Yes I can, but I have to be so honest, I never finished the series. This is a little baby scene that is based off of a scene I think I remember from the show.
Please let me know what you think!
Everything was a disaster. The building was nearly in ruins. Jack was bleeding, but okay, Katherine was helping Sarah up and David was drawing ruins on the severely injured. But Spot didn’t see Race. He looked around wildly when he realized it. “Where… where’s Race?” he asked.
David froze. “Uh… we split up. He was on the roof when—“
Spot was running before he could even stop himself. Jack called after him but Spot wasn’t listening. He couldn’t be listening. He just ran. He rushed to the roof, sword in hand as he called out. “Race! Tonio!” Nothing. No response. He looked around.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt like this before. Not when Katherine was hurting, not when Jack was nearly dead, he couldn’t ever recall this feeling, this pure panic. So he rushed back down into the building. Jack grabbed him by the arm. “Hey! Stop, are you hurt?”
“I can’t find him!” Spot yelled. His parabatai just took his hand.
“Hey, we’ll find him,” Jack insisted. “But first we need to assess things here—“
Spot shook his head, yanking away from the other man and grabbing his bow and arrow, running down to find the warlock. He slammed the doors open, looking around the abandoned church in a terror. “Tonio!” he called.
A hand came to touch his shoulder and Spot whirled around, crying out in relief when he saw those familiar blue eyes. He dropped his weapons, throwing his arms around the man before him. “H-hey,” Race whispered. “Spottie—“
“I-I thought—“ Spot tried, but he stopped himself, pulling away from the warlock a bit. “Y-you’re bleeding…”
Race reached up to touch his temple, finding that he was in fact bleeding. “It’s just a little cut, I’m okay… are you okay?”
Spot had tears in his eyes. He shook his head. “I’ve never been that scared before. Never. Not on any mission I’ve ever been on, but when I couldn’t find you, I…” He sniffled, shaking his head and pulling Race back into his chest. “Don’t ever do that again, okay?”
Race was stunned. But all he could do was look up at the man who held him. “Hey… I’m right here,” he promised. “Babe, you’re hysterical.”
“Don’t do that again, Antonio, I’m serious,” Spot insisted.
Race melted. “Hey, I’m not helpless. I’m not some mundane, okay? I’m a high warlock, I’m not easy to take down.” He took Spot’s cheeks in his hands. “Hey, look at me,” he coaxed, getting Spot to focus on him a bit more. “I’m okay,” he said again.
“I love you, Tonio,” Spot whispered.
That’s what made Race’s heart skip a beat. “What?” he squinted.
“I… I never wanna do that again. Please don’t scare me like that again,” Spot begged.
Race nodded and smiled. “I love you, Sean Conlon,” he whispered. “Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?”
“Just… don’t leave my side, okay?” Spot insisted.
Race gave him a small, sarcastic salute before Spot took his hand and led him back inside.
What a crazy night it had been.
#anonymous#anon#anon ask#newsies#newsies live#newsies musical#much love#newsies au#modern era#modern au#newsies fanfiction#modern newsies#racetrack higgins#spot conlon#sprace#jack kelly#shadowhunters#Shadowhunters AU#supernatural#warlock#magic#attack#aftermath#i love yous
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