Messenger Boy; Blue Button Baby

the urge to write canon newsies fics is strong but my brain won’t let me start unless I have researched EVERYTHING like everything needs to be SO SO historically accurate and who has time for that?

little ralbert drawing i did. I need you all to understand how much I love these two (either platonically or romantically I am so not picky)

(featuring the reference image which i found on pinterest)

this is somewhat strange but I built a lot of the newsies in the sims and I had to download a separate mod because sim albert kept getting expelled and I couldn't keep him in school

deeply in character I fear

listening to casmir pulaski day on repeat so many times that my tummy hurts

i sit down to write and suddenly i am the most distracted human alive. the chair is uncomfortable. my coffee is too hot. my playlist isn't quite the vibe. i need to research what victorian houses smelled like in 1872 for exactly 45 minutes even though my story takes place in space. and yet the moment i'm trying to fall asleep? every single sentence i've ever needed just lines up perfectly in my brain like some kind of creative parade i'll never get back.

professor banned technology in the classroom because it was a distraction? jokes on you i'm staring at the wall and writing fanfic in my head

random modern newsies head cannons (with absolutely no evidence or reason) pt. 1

main characters first!

Jack:

Draws all over his clothes. Put a pen in his hands and he’s immediately doodling on all over his jeans. Ff there’s a design he likes and doesn’t want it to wash away, he’ll ask Davey to embroider it.

Also draws on other people’s clothes (with permission. unless you're Crutchie and then he's just gonna draw on you).

Leather jackets and cowboy boots.

Never says I love you but always shouts after people to be careful.

Never drinks water and always complains about having a headache, but claims drinking water means he wastes time going to the bathroom when he could be painting.

Can't touch his toes. This is random but I feel it so strongly.

Davey:

CANNOT sit still (or normally). is always shifting, sitting backwards in chairs, pulling his knees to his chest. Claims it helps him think better.

Majored in the humanities in college with an incredibly niche concentration/focus that he will always explain in detail, even if the person who asked about it doesn't care.

Designs his own clothes (and decorates Jack's). He wants to look stylish but is picky about the fabric and fit, so he makes his own stuff and it's rly cool and unique.

Goes to parties to watch people and silently judge them. Stands in the corner with a glass of wine.

Everybody loves him. He is so popular but has no idea.

Katherine:

Rock climbs. Jacked back and freakishly bendy.

Runs the school paper and is everyone's campus crush. She doesn't know this and also could not care less what anyone thinks about her anyways.

Has this one bright red jacket she wears from fall through spring, and is therefore never dressed warmly enough for winter. Her cheeks are always so pink but she claims she's never cold.

Stands with David at parties and takes notes for inspiration.

(I read this one in the fic Nothing but Old Doubts Now by CoraRemarks on AO3) but she has two dads; Plumber and Pulitzer. This is fact.

Sarah:

Plays soccer (midfield, though she did goalie for a bit too) and is insanely good at it.

For two years only wore her hair in two french braids. Immediately after she cut it all off.

DJ'd at frat parties for a long time and would always mix in the weirdest, nichest music. Was threatened to be fired many times, but never was.

Is always injured but you'd never know it; she broke her wrist once and it took her two days before she decided it actually hurt.

Nobody knows NYC like Sarah. She knows every store, restaurant, etc. and has ranked opinions on everything as well.

The WORST at sympathetic words but the best at sympathetic actions.

Everybody is in love with her. She knows.

redfinch is so special to me bc when i say “that’s a cool guy and his loser boyfriend” i really could be talking about either one

i am always seven steps ahead… (i am writing multiple fics in my head at once instead of finishing the one i have half-uploaded to ao3)

just a reminder for all my fellow writers out there (bc i’ve needed to remind myself recently): there is no wrong way to write, ever. the act of writing makes you a writer. you deserve a space at the table.

it can be so scary to share your work (and you never have to, you’re still a writer if you never do), but if you’re hesitant, please hold onto this: you need no qualifications but passion. good and bad is subjective and means nothing; if you love what you’re writing, you’re doing it right.

anyways i love yall and take care of yourselves!!