a little ralbert for the soul
here’s the pinterest reference image (which i color dropped from bc i refuse to learn color theory sorry)
and below is the timelapse bc I love when ppl share them. it’s cropped weird pls ignore lol
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?
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.
You should draw Spot and Race winning something big at the races and impulsively kissing eachother (how to draw impulsively. I don’t know. I’m a writer, but I think it would be cute and your really good art would make it even cuter) oh and 92sies
remember kids!! both gambling and homosexuality are illegal!
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
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.
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!!
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
FIGHT CHAPTER IS OUT YEAHHHHHHH
the fight is admittedly a much shorter piece of the chapter than it was meant to be but the fact that I wrote another chapter of this fic is a feat in and of itself so i'm gonna be proud of myself for it :)
working on a javey fic and yeah i’m gonna make them fight. physically. i wanna see these fuckers fight dirty and yell and spit and then get up and forgive. i love making them angry and in love.
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.
newsies hadestown au with David as Orpheus and Jack as Eurydice
David working on a song (Always the mouthpiece, the poet, but until he meets Jack he cannot put those words into action, and until he loses Jack he can’t find the power to voice them on his own)
Jack giving in to death (Jack scabbing, he sees David’s dream but can’t deliver on his end for one reason or another)
Davey going to drag Jack out of hell (He sees the dark place Jack are in and offers him hope, this is literally the watch what happens reprise)
Davey leading Jack out of the underworld because he loves him, so much, too much, and he has to look back because a world where Jack isn’t with him isn’t one he ever wants (Davey trying to lead the strike without Jack, unwilling to speak without Jack’s words)
Jack following, content with nothing but the trail Davey leads (literally the entire movie)
Like has anyone written this and if so gimme gimme. The parallels are insane and I'm yearning for it.