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Jack was shouting when JoJo ran back to the Lodge House. He was confused. Jack never shouted unless he was in pain or disappointed, which hadn't happened in a while.
JoJo ran up to David, who seemed to have a blank expression on his face. "Aye, Davey? What's goin' on, why's he shouting?"
David looked back at him, eyes suddenly going wide at the sight of him. He stood in front of JoJo, almost trying to cover him before Jack pointed in their direction.
"JoJo de La Guerra-Larkin, you get the fuck over here, now." Jack growled, JoJo running over quickly, still extremely confused at what was happening.
"Jack, why are you shou-"
"JoJo, when were you sent to the refuge?"
JoJo's thoughts stopped dead in their tracks. The refuge. How did they find out? Who told them?
"Jack, I never went to the refuge." JoJo laughed, trying to cover up how nervous he'd suddenly gotten.
"Josephine Casley Smith. That was you, wasn't it?" Jack shouted. "You're Josephine Casley Smith."
JoJo's immediate silence was proof enough of his answer. Thoughts and memories of his time in the Refuge wracked his mind, over and over, the same scenes again and again.
"Jo..." Jack relaxed his voice, the truth setting in. "Jo, why'd you never say nothin'?"
"Same reason you never told us 'bout your real name, Cowboy." JoJo snarled. "I ain't gonna be known as the kid who's screams could be heard all around the house."
Racetrack walked up to JoJo, a mix of fear and anger in his eyes. "I thought we promised all that would stay out in the air? That we'd tell each other about that stuff? You now mean to tell me that you're Crazy Josie?"
"I'm not crazy!" JoJo screamed, causing Race to flinch back. He cut himself off at that, fearful that he'd scared him forever. His shirt was suddenly scratchy, and everything around him seemed much too loud. "I am not crazy. We- No, I was never Crazy Josie. Josie is gone. Josie is dead and gone, and I do not miss him."
"That's what a crazy person would say." Albert murmured from behind them. JoJo spun on his heels to face him afterwards. Tears were now forming in the corner of his eyes as memories of being shoved into those tight wardrobes in Snyders office flashing in his brain.
"None of you know what I went through. You never will. Wanna know why? Cause I'm never telling ye." He announced. He pointed around at everybody around him, who looked scared and disturbed at the scene. "This is why."
JoJo ran away from the scene, stomping up the staircase with his fists squeezed as tight as they could be.
He slammed the door shut on the dormitory, allowing himself to break down as he needed.
He collapsed to his knees, grasping at his shirt and yanking at it, while a loud and scragly scream left his throat. He tried to stop it, knowing the kids' reaction to them at the refuge, but he couldn't stop it. All those years of building up a wall and trying to forget his past just crumbled around him, and it hurt.
He stayed there for a while, screaming and crying to himself, beating himself up over his past. Beating himself up for how he scared those kids. Beating himself up for never telling anybody. Beating himself up for how he reacted to Snyders punishments to him.
His throat was burning and sore from screaming and sobbing, but it didn't stop. His screams tore through the Lodge House, slightly disturbing the members within. One of the younger newsies, Ike, started crying at the sound.
Jack, Race, and Albert were close to tears. Guilt shuddered through their bodies at every yell and shout, wishing they could somehow turn back time and stop themselves from even bringing it up in the first place.
JoJo felt alone in the world, slamming his fists against his head as he cried.
It was when somebody grabbed onto his hands and held them in their own that his screams stopped.
Through blurry eyes, Tommy Boy was now in front of him and holding his hands tightly to stop him from hurting himself.
No words needed to be said as the two made eye-contact. Somehow, without communicating through speech, Tommy was able to tell him that he was safe and that he wasn't there to judge.
Just like that, JoJo threw himself into Tommy Boys' arms, wrapping his arms tightly around his shoulders and lowering his head onto his shoulder.
Shivers shook through JoJo's frame as Tommy held him gently, brushing fingers through his sweaty and slightly greasy hair.
A weak and distressed sob could be heard from JoJo, shallow gasps pulled in and out afterwards.
"I'm not crazy." JoJo said quietly. "I was screaming for a reason. Snyder shoved me in wardrobes, tight and small wardrobes. I was hit and hurt by a grown man. All of you's would scream too."
"I know, I know." Tommy whispered back. "But you're safe now. The boys didn't mean it, Jo. They were just scared about what happened to you in the past. You're safe here, kid."
JoJo nodded, his body losing the tension it had originally and slowly relaxing into Tommy Boys' arms. His limbs felt heavy as his eyes slowly began to shut.
Tommy held JoJo closer to him as he fell asleep, cradling the boy and carrying him to his bunk.
Crazy Josie was never crazy. Crazy Josie was a terrified kid who was trying to drown out the sound of his own brain. Josie was gone now, being left behind at the refuge.
JoJo, however, was also a kid. A kid who's learning slowly how to block out the noise of his brain in better ways. A kid who's learning to let his emotions out instead of bottling it up.
A kid who finally has the family he always wanted. Always needed.
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2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered
Tommy's family arc
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actual-changeling · 1 year
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Family breakfasts with Tommy have become somewhat of a routine.
He comes over on the days Maria leaves for her work early (which is more often than not), eats her granola and drinks Joel's coffee, and they talk about whatever they feel like, though Ellie loves asking him about his recent patrols. She kicks her feet up into Joel's lap and draws it out as long as she can before sprinting all the way to school, but it's worth it if it means just one more story.
Today, though, she's late. Really fucking late. It's not her fault she got a bit distracted by the new book Tommy had brought her last afternoon (it's about SPACE Joel, that trumps school and sleep by a mile), but now she had about five minutes to get out of the house and into the classroom. Ellie barrels down the stairs, bag slung over her shoulder, and has to catch herself on the banister to not slip on the floor once she jumps over the last few steps
"Careful, baby," Joel calls over, worriedly watching her put on her shoes while standing on one leg, jumping to keep her balance. Tommy, on the other hand, looks majorly amused, and she can hear him chuckle.
"Yeah, yeah, old man, I can keep my balance just fine."
She ties her laces so she doesn't trip once she starts running and is about to leave when Joel whistles to call her back.
"Breakfast, Ellie."
Fucking Joel and his stupid rules, but Ellie spins on the spot and uses the kitchen door frame to propel herself toward the counter and pick up two apples for later, stuffing them into her bag with a happy? thrown over her shoulder.
"Mh, have a nice day at school, kiddo," he tries to sound all parental, but she can hear the softness bleeding through and just knows he's holding back a grin. Ellie crosses the distance between them with two big steps and slings her arms around his neck, allowing herself the luxury of melting against him for a few precious seconds when he gently rubs his thumbs over her wrists and lifts her clasped hands to press a kiss to her knuckles.
With a heavy sigh and a silent fuck you to whoever invented math, she pulls back, but not without pressing a kiss to Joel's cheek, basking in the smile he gives her; it's so easy to make him happy, and she does it as much as she can.
Ellie can feel Tommy's eyes on them, he always watches them with a gleeful mixture of amusement and affection, and over the last year, he has settled into the warm parts of her heart, too. He is right between her and the door, sipping on his coffee, so, really, it's not even a conscious choice, more of a reflex.
Her hand comes down on the table when she steps toward the front door and away from Joel, balancing herself so she can lean around the back of his chair and press a quick kiss to his cheek, too. Ellie bites back the small laugh bubbling up when she sees the expression on his face, mouth slightly open, eyes seeking help from Joel, who simply shrugs and picks up his cup again.
Another minute ticks by on the kitchen clock, and she is finally on her way out, the goodbye she yells at them cut off when the front door slams close behind her.
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("What the hell was that?"
"She is laying her claim on you."
"Whatever that means, Joel, she's your kid, not mine."
"Better get ready to give up your personal space and half your closet."
"My clothes, really?"
"You never know what she might do next, prepare for the worst."
"Are you sure she's not yours? 'Cause this sounds oddly familiar."
"Oh, she is, she just found me all on her own."
"Glad she did, haven't seen you smile like that in twenty years."
"Give it a week and I'll tell you the same thing.")
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athousandboxjumps · 9 months
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me, an american newsie-liker, having absolutely zero idea who splasher is: 😐
It’s taken me literally ages to respond to this I’m so sorry!
Anyway, meet Splasher:
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pic creds: missiestheatregram on insta
In uksies he was played by Ross Dorrington, the man with cheekbones to the gods.
Basically post livesies, Splasher replaced Sniper in subsequent Newsies productions. RIP Sniper, we miss you. 🙏
Splasher is the baby of the Manhattan boys, likely between the ages of 10-12. All the boys consider him to be their little brother, but he’s particularly close to Tommy Boy and Buttons.
He also enjoys defying the laws of gravity… a lot…
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Creds: first pic — etrsnaps, second pic — ross.dorrington
Overall he’s just a wee little guy and I love him a lot. Papers is all he’s got, but he deserves the whole world.
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I would do opium off him actually
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bounckery · 1 year
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painteir au if u want 😮😮
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artandstuff334 · 4 months
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How am I here having a whole world of angst ideas over a trailer and a 50 second clip from a breaking bad roleplay
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run-down-that-dream · 8 months
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Mike & Tom 1983 📸 Larry Hulst
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jack-kellys · 1 year
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i said i’d post more notes so here are some MORE uk notes, organized enough for u to skip to whichever part u wanna read first. main hits in order are:
1. delanceys as a whole actually
2. jack and physicality (bodily and visually)
3. davey and leaders
4. ensemble notes at the end. here we go!
also all my other analyses so far r linked at the bottom <3 go look
~the delancey brothers!~
so help me i love these guys. i hate them so much and i rly don’t think they’ve been this evil before, like i think. they were more of a cartoonish school bully kind of threat.. but like. nah dude. these are strikebreakers. and they act like it.
they are both taller than essentially all of the newsies except davey. which idt has been true in the past but is significant based on the fact that jack kelly is usually cast always under 5’10 i THINK.. to show he’s still a kid. these delanceys just look bigger, and are older. they don’t interact as much with anyone wearing knickers instead of full-length pants. except.
when each newsie goes up to grab their papers, oscar does a different mean thing to LITERALLY EACH ONE OF THEM. he’ll drop them, or fake a kid out (his fake out w/ buttons has made me jump each time i’ve sat close enough in woodside LMAO he nearly hits him!!), or hold the papers away from them, or push them into their chest. or just give them a sneer. like he is just awful LMFAO
another thing is that they smile very easily when they are doing horrible things. it’s so fucking cool HAHAH but ok lemme go chronologically i’ll speak on dis later
when jack is writing up on the chalkboard, he’s not fighting some guy- it’s oscar, dude. jack and oscar literally go at it, and jack is so physical in this show so when he’s fighting his whole body is fighting. jack shoves oscar down onto the stairs, oscar gets up and tries to grab him but jack SHOVES HIS ENTIRE FOOT into oscar’s stomach and literally pushes him with everything he’s got and oscar tumbles into the stairs, knocking more wind out of him, and is coughing and shit all while “strike!” goes up on the board. god. it rly is the way jack has to put his whole body into making sure oscar can’t get up… it must be an even fight normally
when -5 newsies show up to the gate and they have the “ahh oscar we got bum information” it’s like… they don’t have to intimidate to intimidate. “my skull bustin’ arm” isn’t cartoonish, bro, it’s a fucking fact. and then oscar just laughs, and it’s not evil it’s like bc this is genuinely fun and amusing to him that they are going to kick some kid ass. man!
and then they do i mean i think it’s brass knuckles to the face that take crutchie out… they might kick him too. idr i’m watching all the kids run for their lives during the fight tbh.
MORE IMPORTANTLY, THEY SHOW UP WITH BATS. and it’s not like. a little stage combat bop to the face via a wrist motion— morris at least is swinging with two hands at these kids like he’s tryna hit a home run. it’s choreographed well obv, so he doesn’t even have to slow his swing it’s literally a straight up… if a kid got hit with that they’d be down for the rest of the strike. period bro. it’s kinda fuckin terrifying.
act 2 baby! pulitzer’s office. when pulitzer is extorting jack, when he says “oh, but it’s not right to condemn that little cr*ppled boy to conditions like those…” oscar. fucking. looks over to his brother. and smiles. no it was not a one night thing either. it is every. time. pulitzer mentions crutchie. and it’s chilling, it’s slow and knowing and BAD ASF !! then they haul jack off.
he’s taken upstage behind the scaffolding towers while pulitzer sings the rest of the reprise, but there’s enough light to see what’s going on between the three of them. and what’s going on is that jack is held to the wall while the delanceys take turns punching him. like. whole-shoulder-into-it hits. in the ribs so no one can visually see. oh. my. god. they wrench him downstage and toss him to the ground, jack actually falling and sliding (unlike….proshot where jerjor stumbles to the ground ig) onto his stomach during “we’ve been given discretion..” (discretion only, which is why they rough jacks up privately as he technically hasn’t given the brothers a reason to smack him around..) jack looks like he’s about to get up when my perhaps my favorite detail in the show happens. everyone listen closely:
oscar puts his foot down, on jack’s shoulder. his right shoulder. the shoulder of which fic writers and headcanoners for years have been including as some place where jack has chronic pain after an injury. and michael does a few shoulder moments through the show if you’re really looking (not as obv as jerjor but more natural maybe) and like. and oscar stands on it and pushes jacks back to the ground. holy FUCKING SHIT! ITS!!!! ITS THERE!!! our fucking!! the Thing!!!!! the fucking lore bro like does oscar know it’s sensitive for jack… duuuude. evil delanceys best delanceys
anyway they literally rock. pay attention to them onstage if u can! also the actors r quite funny together and they often do a bull-and-cape bows choreo thing w/ george running thru alex’s mimed cape <3
speaking of jack though, …jack!!
im not making this up jack does tilt davey’s chin up at some point i just don’t remember when… it has to be sometime on seize the day. it’s.. i don’t think i’m making this up.
he does make a point of tilting… might’ve been romeo’s chin up during the seize the day speech during “ain’t no crime to being poor,” and jack makes a movement for the kid to hold his head up. ugh. jack’s pride through this show is a wild wild journey because all it really is.. is within other people. god. god…
another big jack thing as i like to yell abt is his physicality.. when he’s impressed he’s soft and when he needs to get something out of someone or get them away from him he’s distinctly rougher. his physical action is also quite purposeful and feels less reactive than it does like… thought through. even when he’s tugging himself away from les even it’s like an “oh, get off of me already”. it’s a slow, sort of just sick-of-it motion, it’s a wind-up into pulling his arm away (oh this could. be because it’s his bad shoulder and oscar had dug his heel into it the night before. hold tf on WOAH WOAH!!!! rizz ghost-directed this production fr) before of course he realizes it’s les. like it’s very clear he’d be the type to hide an injury really well and then when he lets himself feel it he feels it.
continuing the end of the rally though oh my god. he basically stands upstage center as everyone passes him. everyone he’s ever known passes him and insults him and shoves him but what’s interesting is like. the money is still in his hand. and no one takes it. idk it’s just cool. but literally everyone has words to say to him (well, some spit at him), because honestly, jack said words to them.
significantly, and i can’t stress this enough, jack is an extremely good observer and because of this he does think before he speaks.. in a way. he bases it around a person for sure though, specifically: during the seize the day speech, he goes up to race (he makes his rounds through the whole stage during this part, getting to speak to every newsie on stage. it’s really.. ah, moving, tbh) when he says “they are slaving to support themselves, and their folks” BECAUSE he’d been seeing race and davey not get along (hello to my post about that) through most of the show.. because of davey’s privilege of having a home. inversely, during the rally ‘speech’ jack says “how long can you go without making money” to fucking tommy boy, WHO HAD BEEN A SCAB. tommy literally stands up from the ladder he’s sitting on too bc literally how dare jack… like that is SO. specific.
^but, it also shows that jack definitely knows the methodology of trying to win people over. he knows how to be persuasive, he just obviously isn’t at the rally bc he’d been even more persuasive during seize the day.
• caveat. race is literally so fun to watch during the rally. because he quite literally is only here for the cause because of jack, like if jack wasn’t leading it… idt he’d be in support of it. (especially based on his dislike of davey). he does this “oh my god” of disbelief when jack says to vote no, shaking his head and laughing a little. it’s just. horrified. and it’s gradual too, like he slowly realizes what is going on, that jack is selling out vs. being genuine. ugh. love this racetrack so much but anyway
davey’s shove to jack when he goes to get les is like so small and light in the way of like. not wanting to touch him. because WWH reprise had been filled to the brim of davey touching jack and now davey can barely even fathom it. god they are so going out. also i think it’s interesting that dave and les are the ones to take on and off jack’s newsie square mural, since they’re the only two who have been in the know of jack’s talent since towards the start of the show (meddas)… cool choice.
santa fe for this jack feels the least tangible, like it’s very much in his mind. from it being ingrained in the set, and certainly the moon expanding and practically consuming him from behind, it’s very… dreamlike and visual. when davey walks in on jack painting he’s like “ohhhh is that santa fe. lmao.” LIKE?? it’s very not real in this which is interesting. because jack is very very good at running in this. so it’s cool that this rly is the one time he can’t (when he wants to).
also it rly is the way that the mics caught the ripping noises when jack is taking off the portraits from his penthouse’s overhang… the slow one at the end of “ you stole for those boys, didn’t you?” whew. and he looks at it. and then hides it. god
also, and i’m realizing this hasn’t been canon before: jack is packing a bag to literally leave. he has the money, he kept the jacobs out of jail, he has to go. because his pride does reside in others, and when there seems to be no one left, he has to leave. of course he does. god…
davey time.
the holding of davey’s head is after world will know while the tables are being set up. finally nailed down when tf this happens lmao
“oh, wow… well. you’re really good.” davey covers up when he’s impressed in favor of a statement of fact. he doesn’t like giving away his position, even when it’s not about the strike (/this foreshadows his hesitancy in the next scene, and his statements of facts about how strikes work accidentally backfiring as a stalling tactic and turn into actual reasons to strike).
davey laughs when he’s nervous, which makes when he’s smiling and when he’s not.. quite stark. his resting face is a little inquisitive frown, like he’s always kind of listening. but yeah for his spotlight at the rally he literally is like “oh haha! um- umm, haha— NEWSIESOFNEWYORK. haha! ummm, we got kids from- from every neighborhood!!” i love him. just the concept of meaning what you say so much that it needs to come out of you no matter what form it takes. @we-are-inevitable and i have talked abt poet!davey before and yeah it was uk davey who it stemmed from for a reason.
the role call moment in seize the day is cringe but genuinely davey’s will never not make me laugh bc like HE THINKS it’s cringe too. but what he also does is not call himself david. he says davey. during a role call. names. and it’s davey. do y’all understand
i actually will probably never shut up about crutchie’s open arms to davey after the refuge and davey rly just falling into it my god.. it makes me so emotional. and they talk for so long…
• to this point, i think it’s rly interesting how leaders, specifically, gravitate towards davey. charlie is talking to the guy upon impact- after world will know the two of them are borderline speaking over jack.. the blocking has charlie turned inward towards davey while sitting on the table, which blocks jack off. race argues with davey partway thru the pre-seize the day scene enough so for jack to push race back. and spot LOVES davey. he’ll try to look toward jack and she will bring him right back down to her level and get him looking at her again and they RUN OFF WITHOUT HIM even though they’re all headed to the same place. like lmao. davey is built to lead and engage, there is just something within his nature that is desperate to come out that all the other leaders tease out in different ways. tbh katherine too. DEFINITELY katherine too, since they’re attached at the hip.
we end the davey section with a javid moment idr if i’ve mentioned or not: when jack sets the deal to buy back papers with pulitzer, the transition back to newsie square is davey running. running to jack, katherine a ways behind, and grabbing jack’s shoulders with his eyes widened. well? and jack kinda shrugs, he’s playing it cool before he just grins, and davey rattles jack’s arms before they like. their hug is so close and intimate and rough and davey shoves jack into him, it’s the kind of hug that rocks them side to side a bit. my god. it’s unbelievable. can’t believe they got away w that level of homo onstage <3
speaking of homos im gonna go thru some ensemble quick stuff
albert and crutchie are close friends in this which is so cool. albert is also like consistently the one to pick anyone up off the ground, be it crutchie or les or another kid. it’s just what he does and it helps to not single out crutchie as well. he’s just so helpful and unhinged. like what a weird fucking paring he’s so crazy LMAO
finch is the one who starts the boos during the rally, loud and abrasive and angry. he and race are standing at manhattan with… ooh. idk. it might be splasher but literally do not quote me. finch is just so abrasive through this whole show i fucking love him. loud weirdo
mike is the angriest newsie in town. he is always yelling before a dance break
every time jojo and jack interact it’s like he’s picking up his baby brother or he’s hugging him etc and it like literally makes me emotional lololol. wow
jack bromage was fully back as tommy boy for my show (he’d been out for a bit/doing partial things bc of an injury!!) and THANK GOD because he is. and i’ve been over this but he is literally so cool LMAO he is For The Cause.
buttons is literally so cool in this despite his name. he steals from a vendor before getting the other newsie he’s with to toss their fruit to a sitting-alone splasher, his bit with the delanceys gets him pissed, he’s just consistently ready to actually throw hands and appreciate him for it. kind of serves uhhh livesies tommy boy energy which is fantastic
henry just has a lot more lines in this which surprises me every time. either that or he talks a lot just when he’s onstage LMAO
specs kind of always either literally leads or encourages the movement when newsies are in the aisles/city alleyways, which makes sense— of course the lookout would know the city back and forth!! god! i love him. i do wish we had a black actor again but sam is very sweet <3
that’s all! i say, having done another multiple thousand-word analysis post. thanks for joining me once again gents.
my past analyses have been about:
the show at large +principal characters,
davey,
something to believe in’s new perspective,
other general notes/characterizations,
and racetrack!
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rozugold · 1 year
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orangesand-lemons-234 · 2 months
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Splasher, who can not sleep without a nightlight. He's absolutely terrified of the dark, so Tommy Boy borrowed one from Smalls and the Bronx kids (He stole it when they weren't looking) so the kid can sleep peacefully and so he and Buttons ain't having to get in and out of bed to comfort him.
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kingdom-creatin · 5 months
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the timeline
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If you've ever wondered just what the hell I was doing with the fics I was putting out and this timeline I kept talking about, this is what I meant lol
It's actually got quite a few more characters listed out to the right but for the sake of relevancy and size I just kept the first few columns.
The notes are either specific key events or (italicized) published fics. I started making this into an actual timeline sheet just a bit before I dropped out of the fandom entirely so I haven't been able to flesh it out as much as I like, but now that I feel like getting back into stuff I'm sure it will populate pretty quickly lol
Color meanings (majorly as relevant to Techno and his pov):
Maroon - Living in the Nether
Soft Green - Traveling with Phil
Yellow - Living in Hypixel
Blue - SMPE and the Antarctic Empire
Neon Green - DSMP
Red - If an MCM was held that year; If the character participated in an MCM that year
Black - Character is not yet born or is dead
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JACK OF CROWS
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lostjulys · 2 years
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realized i have not drawn my boy in FOREVER !!!!!! so here r some chommies as a warmup fr an actual assignment :]]]
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boygirlctommy · 2 months
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trying to write a riptide thing and im struggling bcsu i keep making them talk like ctommy and cranboo ToT
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ereborne · 2 months
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Song of the Day: February 26
“Diamonds in the Mud” by Gerry Cinnamon
#song of the day#another song off that same excellent concept playlist by losersimonriley#there's so many more Scottish bands added to my circulation now it's wonderful#this is a song specifically about Glasgow being his hometown so he uses more of his accent for it which I love#I've been pestering my brothers with accent and slang fun facts for a while now#more or less since the first time somebody had Soap use a particular Scottish saying in their CoD fic and made me go over all !!!!#'innsidh na geòidh as t'fhoghar e' translates to 'the geese will tell it in autumn' and reading that nearly made me explode#because when I was a small child and I asked my uncle too many 'why' questions he told me not to worry about it#that the geese would tell me next fall#amazing to me to find out decades later through Call of Duty fanfiction that that's an actual phrase#preserved for who knows how many generations between the first Scottish folks who must've brought it to Appalachia#and then eventually my Uncle Tommy who decided to use it to turn the aggravation tables around on a child#I'm thinking about that again now not just because it still blows my mind a little bit#(really truly had so firmly accepted it as just my Uncle Tommy trolling me with nonsense. it's such a thing he'd do)#but also because of a specific bit from the end of the song 'it's thirteen degrees and there's folk in the street in the scud'#that's just under 60F (a blissfully warm sunny day in Glasgow it seems) and 'in the scud' means 'naked'#which is also a thing I've almost heard from my family!#my aunts up the mountain and therefore also my father at times would say 'in the scuff' (my aunts with a little tilt to the vowel sound)#there was a sort of connotation of it being a silly or immature or maybe drunken sort of naked. an unimpressive naked at least#like 'Tommy fell into the muddy end of the pond trying to catch that damnfool heron' (this is a true story btw. take that Uncle Tommy)#'when he got back his wife made him take off all his clothin in the yard and hose down first. had to walk into his house in th scuff'#and then all the old ladies cackle about Tommy walkin through his door 'both heads hangin low' and my dad winces a little bit#it's important I share all these memories with my siblings now. most of the family's dead and gone and the boys don't remember#very fun for me to tell the stories now and see Nick do the exact same wince at the slightly mean-spirited dick commentary#just a little family legacy in action. thank you Gerry Cinnamon#(in the spirit of song-of-the-day though I will share my favorite line without the contextual boost of silly ereborne family stories:#'I know a guy who's a lightweight one or two jars and he's buckled#he's the guy that loses keys has to break into his ain house and gets huckled'#ungodly fun to sing and I do know several of this guy. not related to them though. my whole family drinks like fish)
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