dally and darry butt heads bc darry has always viewed grease as a curse from birth, while dally sees it as a prize to win. for him, grease is the best out of a bad situation. for darry, it's a reminder the bad situation never goes away. and it doesn't matter that dally thinks darry has earned his grease through and through. it doesn't matter that darry wants more not just for himself, but for the whole gang.
they love and survive in different ways and they never had the chance to teach the other that you do what you need to do to survive, no matter how messy, but you also have to let yourself believe you were destined for more.
right now it’s just me and the fic i write in my head to fall asleep against the world
Whichever cameraman in the livesies proshot that decided to focus so much on Sky Flaherty is my favorite person ever thank you for your service
Also whichever choreographer put him in the front so much.
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
my villain origin story is that I saw ben cook as riff in West Side Story previews and don't remember any of it. literally forgot it was him until I watched newsies and was like... i know this man.
I went back and found my playbill as proof but i have ZERO memory.
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
Shameless plug for the Outsider's fic I just wrote, centered on Two-Bit's perspective on getting jumped.
I wanted to explore his feelings about being injured by a girl (grappling with his own judgements of femininity and also his sister, who has always wanted to be 'pretty' like a Soc girl), his shame around being used as a message, and his fear for his family.
I've always loved the complexity of Two-Bit having a loving family, and his getting jumped is a detail I'm so glad got added into the musical.
There is also incredibly vague Marbit if that's ur thing.
Anyways, check it out if you're interested!
there are so many missing pieces of Katherine I can't stop thinking about.
Katherine who learned journalism through her father's eyes. Thought it could never be hers, could never be anything but money until she tries it and suddenly, for the first time, Katherine Pulitzer finds power of her own.
Katherine who meets a spitfire boy on the street, all elbows and flirty words and she hates him. But then there he is again, believing in something when he has nothing. She didn't know that was possible. She interviews him and no boy until this one has ever treated her like she was real.
Katherine going home late after the strike breakers, legs tired from running. She goes home and eats dinner with her father, only he isn't her father anymore; he's an abuser who sent police to beat children. When he meets her eyes she shivers and she sleeps with the knowledge her home can't be that anymore.
Katherine who makes a story and a plan, hair a mess and ink stains on her fingers. Who doesn't sleep because every time she closes her eyes she watches her reality crumble apart, revealing a world she wishes she knew sooner.
Katherine who finds Jack on a rooftop and begs him to care about more than money because in her world money has always come before people. But Jack is different and runs because of fear Katherine never knew existed. She learns it for him. Learns it because this awful mix of terror and anger is so much better than the emotionless world she was raised in.
Katherine who falls in love with Jack's heart and mind long before his looks. Katherine who falls in love with Jack because around him she's human and the world is alive.
jack and crutchie in uksies <3
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.