Redfinch Is So Special To Me Bc When I Say “that’s A Cool Guy And His Loser Boyfriend” I Really

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!!

does anyone have an explanation for the last names of newsies side characters? like ik some are historical and some are in the script, but what abt like Albert and Finch? Or Buttons? Like DaSilva, Cortez, and Davenport all feel widely accepted in fanon.

just wondering if anyone knows. thank youuu!!!

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 my niche but i just watched the NCAA women’s lacrosse final and now im envisioning female spot conlon as a lacrosse player with her stupid boyfriend race who also plays but is a loser.

sorry i got carried away.

thinking abt canon newsies details that the characters never escape from, even in fanon. I’ve never read a fic where Jack Kelly has parents, or Katherine gets along with her father, or Davey isn’t battling with other peoples ideas of who he’s supposed to be

just those complex parts of these characters that not even the most hopeful fic writers can take out of them, bc these characters exist as products of their journey.

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.

Nothing will ever bring me as much sadness as the shortened album versions of Seize the Day & King of New York. How am I supposed to video-broadcast the entire show in my head if you cut the dance sequences?? How am I supposed to cope with my day without: "hey, where's Les?" Chaos noises

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.

IM BACK BABY

they’re takin a break from selling papes

blush is the og redfinch

excitable/antsy but also hesitant bf x RBF bf

don’t ask me to explain any more in depth i don’t think i can i just feel it