^fully Agree With This Statement

Got me with the jonatello, caught me with zed and wyatt

BEHOLD

my growing collection of characters who were on opposing sides of a love triangle when they should have just dated each other:

I eagerly welcome any suggestions for expansion

manhattan, west virginia davey and kazimiera the skvader for @pigeonwit !!

"fuck it we ball" *cries to oddly specific musical theatre songs*

Rip Harry Hook, you would've loved Chappell Roan.

I thought I’d share

I’ve been putting together an AU where Jack Kelly grows up to be Jay Gatsby who if you want here’s some key points

Nick is replaced with Davey

Recognized from war changes to recognized from the strike

They probably still both fought in the war but it will stay slightly insignificant until the end

Jay Gatsby was once Jack Kelly

Became rich for Katherine ✨ because after the strike obvs Jack had to go to war and Katherine thought he had died!! Some years after the war ended Jack became Jay and built his mansion across the bay from Katherine and one of the Delancey brothers because why not (he needs to be a jerk like Tom so it works)

Davey's POV just like it’s Nicks in the book

Probably leave Jordan as Jordan

Medda to replace the one old guy who Gatsby called an old best friend

Instead of an empty funeral, Davey tracks down all the old newsies that survived the war and they all collectively mourn the loss of their cowboy and the loss of all the other newsies lost in the war

Sorry I just went and spammed a ton a yas I'm low key just trying to follow all 24 people in the newsies fandom on tumblr rn lol

This is the best feature this website ever added I wish it showed up everywhere your mutuals did. What a beautiful symbol. I love you besties

Drew this one a little bit ago. The idea was that Johnny and Pony are at Jay Mountain and needed to save their matches, so they try to light from the same one. I know they’re already supposed to have their hair changed at this point, but I wanted to draw them regular. 😅

The image for this one came to me pretty clearly as I was going to bed one night. I actually had to drag out my iPad so I could sketch it right away.

Sketches under the cut!

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.

"Please, Spotty!!" Race begged. Spot went blank. 'Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Did he just call me Spotty?' Spots mind raced with thoughts, but his expression showed no emotion despite the growing red flush on his face. "Hey, you good?" Race asked after a beat, not fully snapping Spot out of his trance but enough to speak. "Yeah, jus' thinkin'." " Well ya done thinkin'? We gotta go." Spots heart speed up. "Sure." He said. Race instantly grabbed his arm and tugged him to Medda's theater. But Spot wasn't thinking. He wasn't thinking of the long walk back to Brooklyn. He wasn't considering how fast the night was approaching. He didn't remember the few moments before the interaction and how he yawn three times in the past minute. But how could he? Race called him Spotty.