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Jack: if oiji boards aren't real, when I die, it'll be my unfinished business to make them real, so they'll be real in about two months Davey: two months??
Jack: RACE! You're going way too fast! Race: cut me some slack! It's a miracle a guy from Manhattan can drive in the first place
Jack, bawling his eyes out to sad music: and I'm sorry I was a dick- I didn't mean it! Race, running past with a small army of newsies: RAH RA-AH-AH-AH! ROMA-ROMA-MA GAGA OOH LA-LA, WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE!
spot in pink suspenders, after the REAL spot conlan who would Only wear pink suspenders
the evil temptation to do a newsies ask blog with my art... perchance if I had some newsies asks I would answer them and draw them...
Jack: my life is falling apart! Crutchie: what's the tea? Jack: what the fuck did you just say to me? Crutchie: I'm attempting social lingo Jack: it's disturbing Crutchie: noted
Race: imagine crying so hard that you create ersters Albert: ...what- Race: oysters or whatever, cmon man, we've been over this Albert: that was not the issue with that sentence
Jack can draw almost anybody if he tries hard enough, after a while he can create something that pretty much resembles them. Except for Davey, who he has tried drawing millions of times over, yet cannot seem to get just right.
Hotshot: soo.. what's your type? Spot: stupid Hotshot, looking over at Race: checks out Race, looking up from where he's dealing cards: what are we talkin about?
newsies as things said in my show (that just closed) Davey: alright, we all know our lines, right? newsies: uh- maybe a couple? I mean not off book no but Davey: ..it's opening night what do you mean a couple Race, improvising: so you just- yahknow you pick up the rivet and you put it in this hole here before pressing down and- *prop breaks in half* Race: aaannd that is what you don't do, what you actually do is uh- don't press down
Spot: you're pretty Race: and you're short Spot: I grow downwards! Race: mhhmmmmm.. Spot: like a turnip
Kath: quick! I need to do a feminism Jack: you're literally having sex with my executioner! Race: he's still a cutie patootie
Kath: god it's always fucking lawyers Crutchie: wait weren't you a lawyer? Kath: I went to therapy, I'm better than that now, I've grown, I've learnt, I'm reformed
David: Okay so just press the tips together Race: I thought I wasn't allowed to take my pants off on stage Davey: fingertips, Racer
Jack: wait we should do a double slut drop Crutchie: I think I'll fall over! Jack: and that would be the time where a cute guy helps you up, you're welcome, I just got you a boyfriend
Race: do you think this shirt works for my character? David: undo one more button and you'd be flashing us Spot: lets test that Davey: lets not
there's a production of newsies going on locally with some of my friends as leads but I can't go see it because I'm already in another show that runs each night at the same time
Davey: I don't know what I'd be without you Jack: still a nerdy loser virgin with no friends? Davey: I'd have better grades though
Spot: no- we don't need to go to the candy isle, check the list babe Race: it says we need candy Spot: ...let me see that Race, handing it over: see? Spot: ...I don't exactly remember crossing off stew ingredients to then write 'candy' in crayon Race: musta been one of the kids Spot: with your handwriting
dancing at the ballet and yearning for santa fe
them brooklyn boys.. (redraw of an old piece i did like two years ago but I don't fully know if it counts as a redraw because it's more inspired than a recreation)
jewish davey jacobs
you agree
Spot, realising he's in love with Race: Oh- oh no. Fuck- no why!?