#charismatiiic

[toughlittleguy-blog]

@charismatiiic || starter call.

     “jack! you made it! you -- you’re -- come look at what i found! we’re keepin’ ‘em, too, an’ that’s final.” with a bright grin, crutchie let go of his best friend, and turned around to limp into the alleyway. inside was a small, gently moving box that crutchie approached as slowly and as quietly as he could. 

[polyhistcr-blog]

                                     ‘ && sure as a star, we ain’t come this far to lose. ‘

                             independent jack kelly, katherine plumber, & davey jacobs                                                  from the broadway musical newsies                                                 written by amanda, cossette, & nicole

[toughlittleguy-blog]

@charismatiiic || starter call

“ -- i never let them see the worst of me.”

[toughlittleguy-blog]

@charismatiiic || starter call.

    “you could see it in their eyes, jack! not one of ‘em believed ya       when we told ‘em that you’re the famous jack kelly. we should      go put ‘em straight. they shouldn’t have told ya off like that!”

[followedstories]

she’d refused the private jet that her father had offered her — she was grateful for the luxurious lifestyle that her father offered her, simply by being joseph pulitzer, owner of the new york sun, but it could be OVERWHELMING at times. not to mention, it was only a short flight from D.C. back to New York; a little over an hour at most. a welcome hour for her to collect her thoughts, to polish up her report before it was due tomorrow, to people watch, or just simply to rest.

they had barely began the process of takeoff ( the far too long process of takeoff, in her opinion ) when she noticed the far too jittery man next to her. it always surprised her how people could be this nervous about flying — the thrill of being up in the air was always exhilarating; being able to look out the window and see the views that it offered.  especially flying home — it was always a nice way to reflect on the past adventure, and being greeted by the bright lights of new york was always a treat.

❛ you okay? 

@charismatiiic

[toughlittleguy-blog]

@charismatiiic replied to your post: (( ok but santa fe prologue was just so. painful...

y ES YES YES

JUST SERIOUSLY ALL THE RAW EMOTION WAS SO EVIDENT FROM EVERYBODY AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH 

[toughlittleguy-blog]

@charismatiiic || starter call.

“i told ya, jack, ‘m fine. uh...’cept i lost one of my shoes.”

crutchie had been hoping that jack wouldn’t notice, but now seemed the right time to come clean and all, especially with the RAIN coming soon. he knew jack had been worried about his leg, but this seemed an entirely different matter. he gave a guilty glance down to his shoe-less foot, looking at his frayed and HOLY sock.

“ya think we could find a church somewhere an’ look there?”