Hey pals! You guys can ask him any questions you want and I'm currently deciding whether the ship should be Jackcrutchie or Javey. Depends on which ever blog wants to do something first.
I'll roleplay with anyone! You don't have to be on the list that I'll have eventually. I'd be very happy to interact with literally any version of any character.
I do ask that you keep the asks somewhat normal? I've seen some a lot in my inbox about him shitting and/or digging in his butt, just a lot of questions 'bout his poop. I er it's pretty uncomfortable to see those in my inbox so I do encourage you to not ask gross questions about him. Jack will not appreciate it.
Some personal headcanons for him from me:
-Audhd + dyslexic
-Depression
-Suicidal and sometimes has episodes that can get pretty severe
-Needs some support during episodes but will never ask for it or admit it
-Constant nightmares from The Refuge, he has to be on the rooftop because the bunks in the lodging house look too much like The Refuge when it's dark
-Falls in love really easily and gets LOVESICK
-Goes to Medda's when he's stressed to paint and just to see her
-Goes full dad mode and gets really protective of the newsies when any of them are sick and/or hurt
-There's like a whole lore thing on a previous blog for Jack before I took over but he used to date Oscar but broke up with him after he hurt Crutchie. He gets pissed and really hurt, heartbroken, when anyone mentions Oscar.
-Can and will steal for his bruddahs
-Learned how to pickpocket when he was young
-Got bored and teaches some of the younger newsies how to pickpocket
-Will tell the little newsies stories and play with them, especially before they go to bed
*he calms his breathing bit by bit, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning into jack.*
i jus'... they called me some things. you know what kind. i'm tired o' people thinkin' i aint good enough 'cause of my leg, or pickin' on me when i'm mindin' my business like those assholes.
i can't hardly climb up a flight of stairs by myself. i'll never be able to get a real job once i get too old to sell papes. i don't know why you don't just leave me behind, i'll only slow ya down.
*crutchie stares at jack for a minute. he wants to believe jack so badly, but he's been told that he's useless or too slow his whole life to the point where it's become basically all he's known*
*he pulls his shirt off over his head and yep, his ribs look broken. there's bruising all across his torso and it doesn't look pretty, nor does crutchie look comfortable. he notices jack's expression and grimaces.*
*crutchie's hands cup jack's cheeks as he kisses him sweetly. however, it's admittedly a bit more painful with a freshly knocked out tooth and a broken nose.*
*Jack is tenderly holding Crutchie's face as he continues the kisses, hardly believing he was real. He notices Crutchie seems less tense than before and he smiles. *
*Crutchie leans into him. Too soon for his liking, he runs out of air and they separate. Crutchie rests his forehead on Jack's, their noses centimetres apart as Crutchie runs his fingers through Jack's hair.*
*Crutchie laughs, too flustered to form a response. It's like just being here with Jack has replaced all his coherent thoughts with internal screaming.*
*After a few minutes he's snoring. He doesn't look troubled in his sleep though, at least not right now. It's a nice break from the constant nightmares.*
*Jack pulls him closer and gently takes off Crutchie's hat and shoes so he can be cozier when he sleeps. He's making sure he doesn't hurt any of his injuries while keeping good pressure on Crutchies leg with his hands.*
*Jack hesitates for a few seconds, looking to make sure no one can see. He knew if someone saw two boys kissing let alone with his shirt of he'd nevver see the light of day again. He looks back at Crutchie once he sees no one.*
*He resigns himself to waiting until Jack wakes instead of trying to squirm out from beneath the other boy. The sun is just below the horizon, so he watches it rise while being slowly squished to death.*
*he calms his breathing bit by bit, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning into jack.*
i jus'... they called me some things. you know what kind. i'm tired o' people thinkin' i aint good enough 'cause of my leg, or pickin' on me when i'm mindin' my business like those assholes.
i can't hardly climb up a flight of stairs by myself. i'll never be able to get a real job once i get too old to sell papes. i don't know why you don't just leave me behind, i'll only slow ya down.
*crutchie stares at jack for a minute. he wants to believe jack so badly, but he's been told that he's useless or too slow his whole life to the point where it's become basically all he's known*
*he pulls his shirt off over his head and yep, his ribs look broken. there's bruising all across his torso and it doesn't look pretty, nor does crutchie look comfortable. he notices jack's expression and grimaces.*
*crutchie's hands cup jack's cheeks as he kisses him sweetly. however, it's admittedly a bit more painful with a freshly knocked out tooth and a broken nose.*
*Jack is tenderly holding Crutchie's face as he continues the kisses, hardly believing he was real. He notices Crutchie seems less tense than before and he smiles. *
*Crutchie leans into him. Too soon for his liking, he runs out of air and they separate. Crutchie rests his forehead on Jack's, their noses centimetres apart as Crutchie runs his fingers through Jack's hair.*
*Crutchie laughs, too flustered to form a response. It's like just being here with Jack has replaced all his coherent thoughts with internal screaming.*
*After a few minutes he's snoring. He doesn't look troubled in his sleep though, at least not right now. It's a nice break from the constant nightmares.*
*Jack pulls him closer and gently takes off Crutchie's hat and shoes so he can be cozier when he sleeps. He's making sure he doesn't hurt any of his injuries while keeping good pressure on Crutchies leg with his hands.*
*Jack hesitates for a few seconds, looking to make sure no one can see. He knew if someone saw two boys kissing let alone with his shirt of he'd nevver see the light of day again. He looks back at Crutchie once he sees no one.*
*He resigns himself to waiting until Jack wakes instead of trying to squirm out from beneath the other boy. The sun is just below the horizon, so he watches it rise while being slowly squished to death.*
*he calms his breathing bit by bit, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning into jack.*
i jus'... they called me some things. you know what kind. i'm tired o' people thinkin' i aint good enough 'cause of my leg, or pickin' on me when i'm mindin' my business like those assholes.
i can't hardly climb up a flight of stairs by myself. i'll never be able to get a real job once i get too old to sell papes. i don't know why you don't just leave me behind, i'll only slow ya down.
*crutchie stares at jack for a minute. he wants to believe jack so badly, but he's been told that he's useless or too slow his whole life to the point where it's become basically all he's known*
*he pulls his shirt off over his head and yep, his ribs look broken. there's bruising all across his torso and it doesn't look pretty, nor does crutchie look comfortable. he notices jack's expression and grimaces.*
*crutchie's hands cup jack's cheeks as he kisses him sweetly. however, it's admittedly a bit more painful with a freshly knocked out tooth and a broken nose.*
*Jack is tenderly holding Crutchie's face as he continues the kisses, hardly believing he was real. He notices Crutchie seems less tense than before and he smiles. *
*Crutchie leans into him. Too soon for his liking, he runs out of air and they separate. Crutchie rests his forehead on Jack's, their noses centimetres apart as Crutchie runs his fingers through Jack's hair.*
*Crutchie laughs, too flustered to form a response. It's like just being here with Jack has replaced all his coherent thoughts with internal screaming.*
*After a few minutes he's snoring. He doesn't look troubled in his sleep though, at least not right now. It's a nice break from the constant nightmares.*
*Jack pulls him closer and gently takes off Crutchie's hat and shoes so he can be cozier when he sleeps. He's making sure he doesn't hurt any of his injuries while keeping good pressure on Crutchies leg with his hands.*
*Jack hesitates for a few seconds, looking to make sure no one can see. He knew if someone saw two boys kissing let alone with his shirt of he'd nevver see the light of day again. He looks back at Crutchie once he sees no one.*
*He resigns himself to waiting until Jack wakes instead of trying to squirm out from beneath the other boy. The sun is just below the horizon, so he watches it rise while being slowly squished to death.*
*he calms his breathing bit by bit, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning into jack.*
i jus'... they called me some things. you know what kind. i'm tired o' people thinkin' i aint good enough 'cause of my leg, or pickin' on me when i'm mindin' my business like those assholes.
i can't hardly climb up a flight of stairs by myself. i'll never be able to get a real job once i get too old to sell papes. i don't know why you don't just leave me behind, i'll only slow ya down.
*crutchie stares at jack for a minute. he wants to believe jack so badly, but he's been told that he's useless or too slow his whole life to the point where it's become basically all he's known*
*he pulls his shirt off over his head and yep, his ribs look broken. there's bruising all across his torso and it doesn't look pretty, nor does crutchie look comfortable. he notices jack's expression and grimaces.*
*crutchie's hands cup jack's cheeks as he kisses him sweetly. however, it's admittedly a bit more painful with a freshly knocked out tooth and a broken nose.*
*Jack is tenderly holding Crutchie's face as he continues the kisses, hardly believing he was real. He notices Crutchie seems less tense than before and he smiles. *
*Crutchie leans into him. Too soon for his liking, he runs out of air and they separate. Crutchie rests his forehead on Jack's, their noses centimetres apart as Crutchie runs his fingers through Jack's hair.*
*Crutchie laughs, too flustered to form a response. It's like just being here with Jack has replaced all his coherent thoughts with internal screaming.*
*After a few minutes he's snoring. He doesn't look troubled in his sleep though, at least not right now. It's a nice break from the constant nightmares.*
*Jack pulls him closer and gently takes off Crutchie's hat and shoes so he can be cozier when he sleeps. He's making sure he doesn't hurt any of his injuries while keeping good pressure on Crutchies leg with his hands.*
*Jack hesitates for a few seconds, looking to make sure no one can see. He knew if someone saw two boys kissing let alone with his shirt of he'd nevver see the light of day again. He looks back at Crutchie once he sees no one.*
*He resigns himself to waiting until Jack wakes instead of trying to squirm out from beneath the other boy. The sun is just below the horizon, so he watches it rise while being slowly squished to death.*
*he calms his breathing bit by bit, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning into jack.*
i jus'... they called me some things. you know what kind. i'm tired o' people thinkin' i aint good enough 'cause of my leg, or pickin' on me when i'm mindin' my business like those assholes.
i can't hardly climb up a flight of stairs by myself. i'll never be able to get a real job once i get too old to sell papes. i don't know why you don't just leave me behind, i'll only slow ya down.
*crutchie stares at jack for a minute. he wants to believe jack so badly, but he's been told that he's useless or too slow his whole life to the point where it's become basically all he's known*
*he pulls his shirt off over his head and yep, his ribs look broken. there's bruising all across his torso and it doesn't look pretty, nor does crutchie look comfortable. he notices jack's expression and grimaces.*
*crutchie's hands cup jack's cheeks as he kisses him sweetly. however, it's admittedly a bit more painful with a freshly knocked out tooth and a broken nose.*
*Jack is tenderly holding Crutchie's face as he continues the kisses, hardly believing he was real. He notices Crutchie seems less tense than before and he smiles. *
*Crutchie leans into him. Too soon for his liking, he runs out of air and they separate. Crutchie rests his forehead on Jack's, their noses centimetres apart as Crutchie runs his fingers through Jack's hair.*
*Crutchie laughs, too flustered to form a response. It's like just being here with Jack has replaced all his coherent thoughts with internal screaming.*
*After a few minutes he's snoring. He doesn't look troubled in his sleep though, at least not right now. It's a nice break from the constant nightmares.*
*Jack pulls him closer and gently takes off Crutchie's hat and shoes so he can be cozier when he sleeps. He's making sure he doesn't hurt any of his injuries while keeping good pressure on Crutchies leg with his hands.*
*Jack hesitates for a few seconds, looking to make sure no one can see. He knew if someone saw two boys kissing let alone with his shirt of he'd nevver see the light of day again. He looks back at Crutchie once he sees no one.*
*He resigns himself to waiting until Jack wakes instead of trying to squirm out from beneath the other boy. The sun is just below the horizon, so he watches it rise while being slowly squished to death.*
*he calms his breathing bit by bit, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning into jack.*
i jus'... they called me some things. you know what kind. i'm tired o' people thinkin' i aint good enough 'cause of my leg, or pickin' on me when i'm mindin' my business like those assholes.
i can't hardly climb up a flight of stairs by myself. i'll never be able to get a real job once i get too old to sell papes. i don't know why you don't just leave me behind, i'll only slow ya down.
*crutchie stares at jack for a minute. he wants to believe jack so badly, but he's been told that he's useless or too slow his whole life to the point where it's become basically all he's known*
*he pulls his shirt off over his head and yep, his ribs look broken. there's bruising all across his torso and it doesn't look pretty, nor does crutchie look comfortable. he notices jack's expression and grimaces.*
*crutchie's hands cup jack's cheeks as he kisses him sweetly. however, it's admittedly a bit more painful with a freshly knocked out tooth and a broken nose.*
*Jack is tenderly holding Crutchie's face as he continues the kisses, hardly believing he was real. He notices Crutchie seems less tense than before and he smiles. *
*Crutchie leans into him. Too soon for his liking, he runs out of air and they separate. Crutchie rests his forehead on Jack's, their noses centimetres apart as Crutchie runs his fingers through Jack's hair.*
*Crutchie laughs, too flustered to form a response. It's like just being here with Jack has replaced all his coherent thoughts with internal screaming.*
*After a few minutes he's snoring. He doesn't look troubled in his sleep though, at least not right now. It's a nice break from the constant nightmares.*
*Jack pulls him closer and gently takes off Crutchie's hat and shoes so he can be cozier when he sleeps. He's making sure he doesn't hurt any of his injuries while keeping good pressure on Crutchies leg with his hands.*
*Jack hesitates for a few seconds, looking to make sure no one can see. He knew if someone saw two boys kissing let alone with his shirt of he'd nevver see the light of day again. He looks back at Crutchie once he sees no one.*
*He resigns himself to waiting until Jack wakes instead of trying to squirm out from beneath the other boy. The sun is just below the horizon, so he watches it rise while being slowly squished to death.*
*he calms his breathing bit by bit, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning into jack.*
i jus'... they called me some things. you know what kind. i'm tired o' people thinkin' i aint good enough 'cause of my leg, or pickin' on me when i'm mindin' my business like those assholes.
i can't hardly climb up a flight of stairs by myself. i'll never be able to get a real job once i get too old to sell papes. i don't know why you don't just leave me behind, i'll only slow ya down.
*crutchie stares at jack for a minute. he wants to believe jack so badly, but he's been told that he's useless or too slow his whole life to the point where it's become basically all he's known*
*he pulls his shirt off over his head and yep, his ribs look broken. there's bruising all across his torso and it doesn't look pretty, nor does crutchie look comfortable. he notices jack's expression and grimaces.*
*crutchie's hands cup jack's cheeks as he kisses him sweetly. however, it's admittedly a bit more painful with a freshly knocked out tooth and a broken nose.*
*Jack is tenderly holding Crutchie's face as he continues the kisses, hardly believing he was real. He notices Crutchie seems less tense than before and he smiles. *
*Crutchie leans into him. Too soon for his liking, he runs out of air and they separate. Crutchie rests his forehead on Jack's, their noses centimetres apart as Crutchie runs his fingers through Jack's hair.*
*Crutchie laughs, too flustered to form a response. It's like just being here with Jack has replaced all his coherent thoughts with internal screaming.*
*After a few minutes he's snoring. He doesn't look troubled in his sleep though, at least not right now. It's a nice break from the constant nightmares.*
*Jack pulls him closer and gently takes off Crutchie's hat and shoes so he can be cozier when he sleeps. He's making sure he doesn't hurt any of his injuries while keeping good pressure on Crutchies leg with his hands.*
*Jack hesitates for a few seconds, looking to make sure no one can see. He knew if someone saw two boys kissing let alone with his shirt of he'd nevver see the light of day again. He looks back at Crutchie once he sees no one.*
*He resigns himself to waiting until Jack wakes instead of trying to squirm out from beneath the other boy. The sun is just below the horizon, so he watches it rise while being slowly squished to death.*
*he calms his breathing bit by bit, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning into jack.*
i jus'... they called me some things. you know what kind. i'm tired o' people thinkin' i aint good enough 'cause of my leg, or pickin' on me when i'm mindin' my business like those assholes.
i can't hardly climb up a flight of stairs by myself. i'll never be able to get a real job once i get too old to sell papes. i don't know why you don't just leave me behind, i'll only slow ya down.
*crutchie stares at jack for a minute. he wants to believe jack so badly, but he's been told that he's useless or too slow his whole life to the point where it's become basically all he's known*
*he pulls his shirt off over his head and yep, his ribs look broken. there's bruising all across his torso and it doesn't look pretty, nor does crutchie look comfortable. he notices jack's expression and grimaces.*
*crutchie's hands cup jack's cheeks as he kisses him sweetly. however, it's admittedly a bit more painful with a freshly knocked out tooth and a broken nose.*
*Jack is tenderly holding Crutchie's face as he continues the kisses, hardly believing he was real. He notices Crutchie seems less tense than before and he smiles. *
*Crutchie leans into him. Too soon for his liking, he runs out of air and they separate. Crutchie rests his forehead on Jack's, their noses centimetres apart as Crutchie runs his fingers through Jack's hair.*
*Crutchie laughs, too flustered to form a response. It's like just being here with Jack has replaced all his coherent thoughts with internal screaming.*
*After a few minutes he's snoring. He doesn't look troubled in his sleep though, at least not right now. It's a nice break from the constant nightmares.*
*Jack pulls him closer and gently takes off Crutchie's hat and shoes so he can be cozier when he sleeps. He's making sure he doesn't hurt any of his injuries while keeping good pressure on Crutchies leg with his hands.*
*Jack hesitates for a few seconds, looking to make sure no one can see. He knew if someone saw two boys kissing let alone with his shirt of he'd nevver see the light of day again. He looks back at Crutchie once he sees no one.*
*He resigns himself to waiting until Jack wakes instead of trying to squirm out from beneath the other boy. The sun is just below the horizon, so he watches it rise while being slowly squished to death.*
*he calms his breathing bit by bit, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning into jack.*
i jus'... they called me some things. you know what kind. i'm tired o' people thinkin' i aint good enough 'cause of my leg, or pickin' on me when i'm mindin' my business like those assholes.
i can't hardly climb up a flight of stairs by myself. i'll never be able to get a real job once i get too old to sell papes. i don't know why you don't just leave me behind, i'll only slow ya down.
*crutchie stares at jack for a minute. he wants to believe jack so badly, but he's been told that he's useless or too slow his whole life to the point where it's become basically all he's known*
*he pulls his shirt off over his head and yep, his ribs look broken. there's bruising all across his torso and it doesn't look pretty, nor does crutchie look comfortable. he notices jack's expression and grimaces.*
*crutchie's hands cup jack's cheeks as he kisses him sweetly. however, it's admittedly a bit more painful with a freshly knocked out tooth and a broken nose.*
*Jack is tenderly holding Crutchie's face as he continues the kisses, hardly believing he was real. He notices Crutchie seems less tense than before and he smiles. *
*Crutchie leans into him. Too soon for his liking, he runs out of air and they separate. Crutchie rests his forehead on Jack's, their noses centimetres apart as Crutchie runs his fingers through Jack's hair.*
*Crutchie laughs, too flustered to form a response. It's like just being here with Jack has replaced all his coherent thoughts with internal screaming.*
*After a few minutes he's snoring. He doesn't look troubled in his sleep though, at least not right now. It's a nice break from the constant nightmares.*
*Jack pulls him closer and gently takes off Crutchie's hat and shoes so he can be cozier when he sleeps. He's making sure he doesn't hurt any of his injuries while keeping good pressure on Crutchies leg with his hands.*
*Jack hesitates for a few seconds, looking to make sure no one can see. He knew if someone saw two boys kissing let alone with his shirt of he'd nevver see the light of day again. He looks back at Crutchie once he sees no one.*
*He resigns himself to waiting until Jack wakes instead of trying to squirm out from beneath the other boy. The sun is just below the horizon, so he watches it rise while being slowly squished to death.*
