#david jacobs
Les: People ask me if David gave me a sex talk, and I tell them “Yes … I think”
now that the holiday season is starting here’s a reminder
the jacobs, the delanceys, wiesel, katherine, pulitzer, and i think jack are all jewish
please don’t draw/write them celebrating christmas
thank you
Yes, this, but please if you’re doing any fic rooted in historical canon, while Katherine/Pulitzer are Jewish, Katherine by patrilineal line, Pulitzer made a super big deal about renouncing any connection he had to being Jewish
So he celebrated Christmas, kept a Christian calendar, it’s all because the antisemitism he would’ve faced was worse than not celebrating his holidays if that makes sense? Religion was seen differently, and there even were lots of records of immigrated Jews celebrating Christmas once they arrived in the states because it was just considered the American thing to do, and assimilation was better than preserving a pure culture
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A ticket to a movie would have cost anywhere from a Nickle to a dime for a viewing. Films would be running 5 to 8 minutes long; and they were called “one reelers” earlier in the period.
A short list of films released in 1899 with their run times. Keep in mind each viewing would be a Nickle.
The Biter Bit 1 min 9 seconds
Cinderella 6 mins
The Kiss in the Tunnel 1 min 3 seconds
The Dreyfus Affair 13 minutes (this was actually a collection of 11 films combined)
*1900 $1 = 2019 $29.97
Mr. Jacobs Job: $12.00 Weekly
Mrs. Jacobs Laundry: $3.50 Weekly
Sarah’s Lace Making: $0.50 Weekly
Davey Attending School
Les Attending School
Yearly family budget: ~$800 a year
Rent would be about $10-$13 a month => $120-$156 a year
Yearly cost for food about $320
Davey Schooling if private school $75 a semester (most likely helped with philanthropic efforts) $150 a year [I found lists of private secondary schools and averaged the lower price ones together]
Between Food, Housing, and Davey’s schooling alone, the Jacobs after a year would have to spend a minimum of $600 on necessities I have not included other necessities like fuel such as coal, or oil for lighting. That would leave $16 a month for anything that was not a bare necessity, any new clothes, possible healthcare needs, donations for their shul or other charitable organizations, extra sugar for a baked treat, money enough to take a trolley rather than walking, etc.
The Bureau of Labor listed a yearly budget of $718 in 1908 for a family of five that were mill workers as having a “fair” Living condition. NYC even back in the late 1800s had higher prices for almost everything, so I would equate the Jacobs’ living situation to be fair.
It is also understandable why the Jacobs were so panicked when Mr. Jacobs was unable to work. His rather large economic contribution to the family kept them in a comfortable position.
I hope this provided some good and useful information! And as always, if you have any questions, feel free to ask!
Hugs and Love,
Mod Syd
Assuming Race is able to push 150 papes in the morning and 100 in the evening, he would sell 1600 papes a week. This means he’d make $16 dollars a week give or take. But, he’d need to spend $9.60 just to *buy* those papers. He’d make $6.40 in profit a week
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Question for Newsies fans: is there a ship name for Jack/Davey/Kath?
Requested: Could you possibly do a smut sequel to the Davey daddy kink fic you did?
Warnings: smut, daddy kink, unprotected sex, spanking
Summary: Once Davey finds out about your new kink, he decides to explore it.
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You were pinned against the now locked door, Davey’s lips centimeters away from your ear, his body flush against yours. The next words that came out of his mouth sent shivers down your spine.
“Do you need daddy to take care of you sweetheart?” Davey cooed in your ear. You nodded shyly, looking up at Davey with a blush growing on your face. “Are you going to be a good girl for your daddy?” He asked, grabbing your chin making you let out a whimper and give him a small nod. “Use your words baby girl.” Davey teased, caressing your cheek making you melt.
“Y-yes daddy.” You whispered, a gasp leaving you when Davey’s lips were on yours. You would’ve ran your fingers through his hair, but he pinned your hands above your head, deepening the kiss making your knees go weak and you leaned back against the wall for support. You let a whine when he pulled away, leaning forward trying to catch his lips for another kiss, but his finger stopped you.
“Now now, behave.” Davey smirked down at you. “Come.” He instructed, running his finger against the bottom of your chin before he started making his way to your room. You followed behind him silently, the ache between your legs causing your legs to tremble on the way. You hadn’t expected to feel this excited when you finally told Davey about your kink, but you brushed it off thinking it was because it happened by surprise.
“Dav-” You started but caught yourself clearing your throat. “Daddy?” You asked shyly, making Davey turn toward you and hum in response sitting on the bed. “I, um… h-how do you want me?” You asked softly, looking down at your feet.
“How about you strip for daddy sweetheart?” Davey asked, making you blush and nod your head rapidly.
“Yes daddy.” You smiled at him sweetly, starting to pull your clothes off slowly. You couldn’t help but blush at the way Davey was watching you, his eyes looking at every inch of you. You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together when you felt the wetness starting to pool in your panties.
“You’re such a naughty girl aren’t you?” Davey tsked, standing up and walking over to you, nudging your legs apart with his foot. “Daddy never gave you permission.” He explained, bending down slightly so he was eye to eye with you. “I think someone deserves to be punished. Don’t you?” He asked, caressing your cheek making your eyes flutter closed.
“Please.” You begged before you could stop yourself, a deep blush seeming to permanently stay on your cheeks. “I mean, yes daddy.” You corrected yourself shyly.
You watched in awe when Davey started to pull your clothes off of you, leaving kisses all over you, making sure to not miss one single inch. You squirmed slightly when his tongue grazed your nipples, a small breathy moan leaving you. He stood up once all your clothes were flung across the room, pulling you to the bed with him, sitting down before pulling you down to bend over his lap.
“You’re getting five. Count for daddy.” He explained before his hand came down in a somewhat hard spank making you jolt forward with a wine.
“One.” You whimpered out, and you continued to whimper out numbers, by the end Davey had you moaning from the slight sting that you felt. You gasped when Davey started to rubbing your butt soothingly, making you shiver, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling.
“Are you ready for daddy to fuck you?” Davey asked, his finger running up your dripping slit making you moan. “I’d say so hmm?” Davey cooed, rubbing your back slowly. You were glad that you weren’t facing him, knowing he’d see just how red your face had become.
“Yes daddy.” You explained quietly, knowing he heard you when you heard him hum.
Davey picked you up as though you were a rag doll, throwing you on to the bed eliciting a giggle from you when he climbed on top of you and started to kiss all over your face. Davey kicked off his pants and underwear off, not bothering to take off his shirt, unable to ignore the throbbing in his pants anymore. Davey was showering you with kisses when you slowly pushed in, making your back arch, a moan leaving your mouth.
“You feel so good around daddy.” Davey moaned against your lips, his thrusts starting at an agonizingly slow pace. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair as whimpers left your mouth.
“Oh, daddy.” You moaned, pulling Davey closer to you. “Harder, please.” You begged, your legs wrapping around his waist. You let out a cry when Davey started moving faster and harder, the sound of the headboard hitting the wall filling your ears. Your walls clenched around Davey, your legs starting to shake, the knot in your stomach aching to come loose.
“Look at you, already gonna cum for me huh?” Davey smirked, pounding into you harder. “Cum for daddy.” Davey cooed, caressing your cheek. You couldn’t help but listen to him, your entire body shaking under him as your orgasm hit you full force. Nothing but moans and whimpers came from you, words getting caught and trapped in your throat, pushed back by your moans.
“Oh my god.” You breathed out once you finally caught your breath, shuddering when you felt Davey’s warm cum painting your walls. Davey let out a small groan, his face nuzzled in your neck, his warm breath fanning your neck. Davey pulled out of you slowly, making you shiver when you felt the cool air hit you.
“Let me go get something to clean you up.” Davey explained kissing you softly, walking out off the room, leaving you on the bed in a daze.
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Warnings: homophobia, fighting, injuries (blood)
A/N: the amount of times I almost accidentally write who Red actually is, is very frustrating haha
Summary: Davey never understood why he wouldn’t come out to his friends. Half of them were just like him, yet he was still scared to admit it outloud. That’s where Red came in, he was scared too.
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Davey and Oscar stood in the secluded part of the library, both of them arguing back and forth for the majority of the morning. Davey couldn’t believe he was in this situation. A few weeks ago he’d never even talked to Oscar, and now they were both arguing over his secret identity that no one else knew about except for Red.
“Maybe if you were a nicer guy she’d say yes.” Davey explained, earning a glare from Oscar. A gasp left Davey’s mouth when his back hit one of the bookshelves, Oscar’s face only inches away from his.
“You have two days Jacobs. Two days, or everyone will know.” Oscar spat in his face before shoving him back against the shelf, leaving Davey standing there in shock.
There was no way Davey would be able to convince Sarah to go out with Oscar in two days. Davey pushed himself off the shelves, grabbing his backpack off the floor and he started to make his way to class with his thoughts spinning around in his head. He didn’t have to think much longer, a commotion in the hall drawing his attention away from his class when he saw a group of kids gathered around with some cheering.
Davey pushed his way to the front, freezing in place when he saw what was happening. There his friend laid limp on the floor as a few guys were kicking the life out of him, a pool of blood already on the floor. Davey stared in shock and horror, the fight only being ended when the school’s security came to pull everyone apart, Davey’s friend being rolled out in a stretcher. The whole rest of his day Davey was stuck with the image in his head, and he was filling with fear with each passing second.
It hadn’t been until dinner that Davey actually started acting normal, feeling safer, but not fully safe, in his own home. He picked at his food, not paying attention to any of the conversations. No one noticed he was quiet, usually he’d stay that way during dinner, only wanting to listen to everyone’s day, but once Sarah started talking about that morning, he couldn’t help but give his full attention.
“A fight happened at school today.” She explained making everyone look at her. “Some guys were beating on Race for being gay, he had to be carried out of the school.” She continued and Davey’s dad shook his head.
“That Anthony never learns. His parents have talked to him about the clothes he wears. He brought it upon himself.” Mr. Jacobs explained making Davey’s blood boil. “If a boy is going to go around dressing in girls clothes, then he should expect it to turn a few heads.” He continued, pushing Davey over the edge.
“Just because Race likes to wear girls clothes doesn’t give anybody the right to touch him, and you have no right to judge him if you weren’t there!” Davey exclaimed.
“David.” Mrs. Jacobs warned but Davey shook his head.
“He’s my friend! He didn’t deserve to be treated that way no matter what he was wearing. If no one came to get him they would have killed him. You didn’t see how he looked, but I did, there was nothing okay with that. He doesn’t deserve to die because you think people who dress like him deserve to be treated like crap.” Davey explained, his voice shaking as he stood up, leaving his untouched food on the table and his chair left pushed out while he made his way to his room, ignoring his father’s calls after him.
A few days had passed and Davey still couldn’t get the picture of Race out of his head. There was a school assembly on what had happened, and Davey couldn’t help but think of it. Half way through the assembly it hit Davey that he hadn’t been messaging Red, and he pulled out his phone, quickly typing a message.
Subject: Parents
From: [email protected] To: [email protected]
Hey, Red I have to apologize for not talking in the past few days. Did you see what happened Monday morning? I hope you didn’t, I think it’s the worst thing I’ve seen in my entire life. To make things worse my dad heard about it and actually blamed it on what the guy was wearing. I really don’t think I’m coming out to them now. - SomebodyNobody
Davey shuddered at the memory, placing his phone back on his lap until it buzzed again.
Subject: re:Parents
From: [email protected] To: [email protected]
I heard about it, but I can’t imagine even seeing it, I hope it wasn’t as bad as everyone made it out to be. I hope you’re feeling better, Nobody. - Red
Before Davey could get a response his attention was pulled back to the stage, his eyes bugging out at what was on the screen. He’d been too busy with his own things he forgot the two days were up the day before, his worst nightmare staring him in the face.
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Requested: If you remember when you written the imagine when the reader found out that davey had a mommy kink? Could you write one where the roles are reversed, like davey finds out the reader has a daddy kink?
Warning: drinking, daddy kink, suggestive speech, implied smut
Summary: Davey finds out about your kink, but not in a way you’d like
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It all happened so fast that Davey almost missed it. The drink passed your lips and burned your throat making your nose scrunch up like it normally would. He would have missed it if he didn’t see it with his own eyes, your shot glass already filled up for the next round. What surprised Davey was why you had taken the shot.
You had all been sitting around in a circle, playing never have I ever. You didn’t know why you’d let Race talk you into playing with everyone, knowing you weren’t much of a drinker. It had been going fine for you, mostly everyone was targeting Race since the game was his idea, but it had seemed that the entire game Race had been targeting you since his turn was the only time you’d ever actually take a drink.
“Never have I ever had a daddy kink.” Race smirked in your direction making your eyes pop out of your head.
Your eyes darted around the room, watching as a few of the boys took shots, noticing that your own boyfriend was just sitting by you, not moving to take a shot like the others. You tried to do it quickly, hoping that no one would see or bring attention to it. You had even successfully refilled your shot glass without anyone seeing, or so you’d thought.
“Really?” Davey’s voice filled your ears making you freeze. Everyone’s attention was pulled to you, and you felt like you were presenting a project for the first time. You couldn’t find the words to say, just giving your boyfriend a small smile and shrug.
“I never thought you were the type to have a daddy kink Y/N.” Spot laughed, making your cheeks heat up even more than they had been.
“Come on guys, don’t act like you don’t like weirder stuff.” Katherine chirped in making you give her a silent thank you with a smile.
“Daddy issues huh?” Albert joked making you glare at him.
“You’re one to talk.” You fired back, making him hold up his hands in defense.
“Okay, let’s just move on. Never have I ever got fired for sleeping on the job.” Katherine explained making Race groan and take a shot.
The game had gone back to everyone trying to get Race drunk, but you couldn’t really think straight, giving Davey quick glances. You weren’t sure how he felt about you having a daddy kink, wondering what was going through his head since he hadn’t said more than one word to you after he found out.
The ride back to your apartment was silent, you were sure Davey was probably going to tell you to pack your things and go the second you got into your apartment. Your hands were sweaty and shaky, and you were constantly wiping them on your pants on the way up the elevator. You both walked silently, Davey opening the door for you so you’d walk in front of him.
With each passing second you were getting even more worried. That had been until you felt Davey’s hands on you that you just couldn’t think anymore. You were pinned against the now locked door, Davey’s lips centimeters away from your ear, his body flush against yours. The next words that came out of his mouth sent shivers down your spine.
“Do you need daddy to take care of you sweetheart?” Davey cooed in your ear.
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Whocan hear a lousy whistle blow?
And “The World” will know.
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Les: Davey? Is Santa Claus gonna come?
Davey: Les, it’s April. And we’re Jewish
Les: Oh. So who’s coming?
Davey: I don’t know. Jerry Seinfeld?
Katherine: So we got good news and we got bad news. Which do you want to hear first?
Sarah: It’s my birthday, so good.
Davey: Well, the pigeons on the sidewalk loved your cake.
Sarah:Wha-
Katherine: After Jack dropped it.
Les: Do you think mosquitoes dare their friends to bite somebody with bug spray on?
Davey: No because mosquitoes don’t have the mind to be able to communicate in such complex ways
Les: Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were the world’s top mosquito expert, excuse me
Jack: We have a problem
Davey: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot that keeps making them
hey imagine your brothers having to get a job because your father lost his factory job because he got injured. after you come home from work for the day your brother brings his new friend home too. he repeatedly flirts with you all dinner but he keeps looking at your brother so you assume he’s just pretending to like you. they end up starting a strike and you have a couple more conversations with your brother’s boyfriend friend and they’re very platonic based/friendly. once the strike ends and he comes back from pretending to be a cowboy, he runs up and kisses you. and your last though before that is you wondering why he kissed you instead of your twin brother.
newsies au where its all actually something davey thinks up before his first day of work as something that could go horribly wrong and the next day he goes and becomes a newsies and he sees. jack.
Davey: You can just say you’re not Elon Musk
Davey: How petty can you get?
Sarah: I once edited a wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about
Cannot believe I run a fan account for a wannabe cowboy and his 200 adopted children
Katherine: So who’s the clingy one in the relationship?
Jack, sitting in Davey’s lap, arms wrapped around Davey’s neck: Davey, obviously
