Spot: *processed To Jump Swiftly Like A Cat Onto Several Different Objects To Reach The Highest Shelf,

Jack, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Jack, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?

Jack: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.

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Dallas Winston childhood headcanons

• his dad and brother called him tuck as a nickname

• he used to have a teddy bear named baby, he took it everywhere with him and would introduce it to people as “my baby”

• was TERRIFIED of bed bugs

• New York’s a pretty scary place for a little kid, he would wake up randomly to the sounds of sirens or gunshots

• every time he was woken up he would run to either his dad or brothers room and sleep with them

• big mama’s boy even tho he never actually met her

• his big brother used to steal comic books for him to read, he liked captain america

• literally idolized everyone in his family, especially his dad

• spent every second he could wearing his dads police hat

• he wanted to be a cowboy :(

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Darry: So, Soda is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Pony: Why?

Darry: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Soda, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

Pony: after sandy broke up with soda, he told me to never date any girls ever.

Pony: and I took that personally.

Spot loves yet hates where he is. In life, at least. He loves the fact that he is the king of Brooklyn and can tell anyone what to do. He loves the constant attention on him and how he is praised for being the toughest newsies in all of New York. But he hates it all at the same time, too. He hates how one small mistake can ruin his standing of where he is. He hates being judged by many people, which he can barely remember the names of. He hates that he is barely seen as a person anymore and more or less a symbol. He wants to make friends and talk to people, but he can't. He wonders what it got him to this standpoint whether it but by lucky chance or unfortunate mistake.

Spot loves and hates New York. He loves how alive it feels and the way it speaks. He loves the feeling of home it gives. But he hates it all the more. He hates how much it is. How it can feel so overwhelming you might as well slip of an edge and everyone would forget you in a bat of an eye.

Spot loves and hates his "friends." If you can call them that at least. He loves the feeling of it. The way if you're sad, happy, or angry, you can always tell them to them and talk with them. He loves being vulnerable after putting up the charade of being as tough as stone. But he hates it for that reason, too. He hates that after years and years of putting up these walls around his heart, determined to not let anyone in, they somehow do. Some made it past the first or second walls, which was already too far, but one had managed to get all the way through to the center of his heart. He hated them and loved them the same.

You can say Spot loves many things. But the one thing he hats the most is himself.

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Janus: Alright, so Google maps says that it'll take 1 hour to get there and-

Remus: Only I'd you actually listen to laws. I can make it in 10 minutes!!

Janus: ....

Janus: No.

Pony: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Johnny, blushing: Okay.

Dally: It's fucking summer.