Davey Jacobs - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
My mom: why can you remember the entire Newsies script but not remember to wash the dishes??
Me: what do you think I’m doing when I’m supposed to wash the dishes?
I think about the e fact that Christian Bale, the Dark Knight himself, was a singing and dancing newsboy pretty much daily
“Poor GUYS Head Is Spinning 8000 Times”
like if you agree
fem 1992 javid because we dont talk about them enough
the urge to write a davey jacobs fic even though i’m LITERALLY playing davey rn…
Davey is like 100% an insomniac. But not in the up-at-ungodly-hours way in the has-to-go-to-bed-at-8:30-else-his-melatonin-won’t-work way.
Dude is like the princess and the pea, the room has to be pitch dark, he needs an audiobook, the covers have to be the right kind of cosy otherwise sleep evades him.
In the spirit of my previous post dysgraphic davey! Davey who is incredibly book smart but gets in trouble at school because he can’t handwrite! Davey who cries daily because he just CANT get what’s in his head on paper! Davey who’s so exhausted from writing all the time that he’s prone to breaking down! Davey who wants to SCREAM because nobody will believe him that he *knows* this stuff, he’s capable he’s smart, he has so much he wants to share but nobody believes him. Also Davey who tries a typewriter for the first time and breaks down because he can finally express himself, who finally has proof that he’s not dumb or wrong or broken and that he can share what he’s thinking
Hello gay people in my phone, since you liked yesterday’s dysgraphic Davey post here’s another more detailed one!
Davey’s like really struggling in school because he’s reading at a college level, but his writing never really progressed past grade school. He’s venting about this to his friends (including Katherine) and she offers the use of her typewriter - it can’t hurt to try? He’s initially very resistant because what if I can’t do it then? What does that mean? Does that mean that everyone was right and I really am stupid? But he tries, and it’s a learning curve but he can get what’s in his head on paper for the first time in his life. So he and Katherine spend like every day where they’re not both busy together working on a story. It’s not perfect, a little rough around the edges, but it’s his and it’s proof that there is something worth sharing in his head after all. He decides to show it to his teachers, and they don’t believe that he wrote it. Say he’s not capable of producing something like that, that he must have stolen it off of someone else, that he’s lying. Totally crushing his hopes of being seen as competent and worthy.
A list of books I think Davey really likes (selected so that they could work for both modern aus and 1899)
- Sherlock Holmes! Bro was Devastated by the Reichenbach Falls Incident, and gets every new book as it comes out
- Dracula - he really loves the epistolary format and he also just thinks vampires are Cool!
- Frankenstein - Moral dilemmas are this guys Jazz
- Austen (his favourites are Persuasion and Sense and Sensibility) - he likes the social commentary but he also just loves the romance, it makes him smile
Davey darts a strike on his second day of work that he needs to do to feed his family Jacob’s: I have only known the newsies for a day but if this price hike is real I’ll start a strike
New favorite newsies fics
he got into a fight
newsies as things my friends have said!
Jack: I just got cockblocked by Shakespeare
Race: Your in the cult you stay in the cult
Crutchie: What’s your sexuality? Vibin’
Spot: No let me beat myself up
Albert: You said your AirPods were dead now you're listening to shrek without me
Romeo: I’m going to pick you up romantically and throw you at the mirror
Jack: I’m good he’s good I’m trying to think of other things I’ve shoved up my ass
Katherine: Why are they prancing around in their little tights I can see their calf muscles
Davey: Thank you for serenading Me
Pulitzer (mocking the newsies): I’m a poor orphan boy with no hand eye coordination please by a newspaper from me
Les: The boys just started kissing
Medda: Jeff what the fuck are you playing at Jeff
Oscar: I will carry you away… by your legs