KARA LINDSAY IS PREGNANT YOU GUYS!!!

Here’s her announcement post on Instagram ft. some of your broadway faves AND some OBC and National Tour Newsies congratulating her and her husband Kevin Massey on their baby due November 17th!

[also, follow me on insta! (@mikaelafeliz) dm me if you came from this newsies blog so we can be friends ]

Congratulations to Jeremy Jordan and Ashley Spencer on their newborn daughter, Clara Eloise!

But fr though, imagine having Jeremy freaking Jordan as your dad and having him sing to you every night–

“Close your eyes, come with me, where it’s clean and green and pretty. And they went and made a city out of clay–”

Clara Eloise Jordan is one lucky girl.

BITCHDHCJRJD IT’S THE VINE

[Ben Fankhauser singing the Iconic™ Newsies Line after inhaling helium]

“so’s tha Bronx!” is the Newsies equivalent of “and Peggy!”

Jack [to Pulitzer]: YOU WANT MY 60 CENTS?

Jack: *chucks them the other direction*

Jack:go GET IT!

Jack, running off west to Santa Fe:S T R E E T S M A R T S

you know it’s true.

a concept: a Broadway musical production held in the Nederlander Theatre in West 41st St., Manhattan about a group of New Yorkers living in the slums of Manhattan, who protest against this guy - who cares deeply about one of the female leads - and his capitalist agenda, which is to sell something that will make the characters more broke than they already are. The main character is an artist who’s full of angst and nearly runs off to Santa Fe, but then realizes that their home is in New York. The characters also sing a song about their New York ideals while dancing on a table in a restaurant in an upbeat number. It’s also set at the end of a decade.

But like,,, what’s it called?

Jack [about 2 seconds into the strike]: I don’t feel good about this.

Jack: I don’t feel good about this!

Davey [shouting]: When do you ever feel good about anything?

Jack: Crutchie is my best friend but so are you.

Davey: You can’t have more than one best friend.

Jack: Says who?

Davey: Says logic.

Jack: Well, I call bull on your logic, ‘cause you’re my best friend too.

Davey [smiling]:Okay.

broadway musicals with new york city aesthetic

ANNIE: walking down fifth avenue, candy shops, rockefeller center, fifth avenue diamonds, window shopping, old-fashioned radioes, pennies, brass doorknobs, new york pizza, the chrysler building, greenwich village, soho, lots and lots of money, the city at one a.m., times square, taxi cabs, jazz music, broadway musicals, the curiousity you feel as you explore the city, getting lost, the glow of the city at night, staring up at the skyscrapers in awe as you walk past, wanting to be apart of new york, the rides in coney island, adrenaline, a young girl’s laughter, mary jane shoes, cute dolls, giggles, the state of pure happiness.

NEWSIES: manhattan at dawn before rush hour, old-fashioned cigars, freshly-printed papers, broadway streets, riding a bike or strolling through central park, paintings sold on the sidewalk, street performers, ordering chinese food when you’re too lazy to cook, the brooklyn bridge, dirty laundry, worn-out leather shoes, the manhattan skyline, wall street, grand central station, the loud noises of the city like cars or the chatter of people, folding your pizza, walking around with friends, getting annoyed with tourists who walk too slow, rain, traffic, the queensboro bridge, the essence of a handsome teenage boy, hearts racing in excitement, cheering for the sake of cheering, brooklyn rainbow bagels, always throwing yourself into the crowd, the st. patricks cathedral, the new york times.

HAMILTON: marble floors, black coffee, the subway at rush hour in the morning, scattered papers, ink stains on shirts, the tulips in bryant park, cold wind attacking your face in spring, the new york public library (which was funded by the real alexander hamilton), the battery park, a small argument that turns into a shouting match, passersby stopping what they’re doing to stare which is a rare thing new yorkers do, shakespeare plays, the statue of liberty and ellis island, the border between the north shore and south shore, bronze statues, the manhattan bridge, chrysler street, nyu students, postcards, stamps, long written letters, those broadway performers who never get lead roles but you can’t help but notice them in the ensemble.

RENT: walking the streets with no money on you, lovers on a date in central park, a busy street with people walking briskly, graffiti on the subway, the underprivileged new yorkers you don’t notice who’re trying to get by, the silver surfer, getting your paycheck and feeling satisfied, withering flowers, little shoebox apartments, the view from the rainbow room and realising that you’re living an small life in a big city with so many opportunities, cursing out the new york building, walking home after a long day, laughing so hard your sides hurt, a movie night at home with your best friends, nightclubs, indie bands, small rock concert venues, the feeling of freedom, bagels, judging people by their shoes, walking fast, metrocards, small restaurants and cafés, the crazy lights and colors of times square that keep changing.

IN THE HEIGHTS (update): bodega shops, the george washington bridge, people speaking their native language, totally different people with totally different lives riding the same subway car, looking at those fancy rich people and wishing you had that life, a sunset view of the manhattan skyline, the sound of cars honking at each other, the smoke that rises from underground kitchens, the summer heat, central park when it’s sunny, going to manhattan, people! of! color! working! hard! as! hell! (because let’s be honest, they have it rough), living in the unpopular areas of nyc, going to the rich areas even though you aren’t rich, mexican food, local bakeries, (immigrants - we get the job done!), distant shouting, the smell of food in the air, originality, preserverance, street smarts, switching between languages, loving your family, growing up alongside your friends, looking out for your neighbours, being crammed into a small world, washington heights.

Newsies: hey pulitzer, it’d be really great if you could maybe give us the time of day so we can settle the stri-

Pulitzer:no.

Newsies:

Davey [to Jack]: How did Pulitzer not throw you into jail immediately when you first met him?

jack: well, thank ya for askin’. you see, i used the bittenbinder method. when i saw the perp approaching, i reminded him that i was dating his daughter. now ive thrown him off his rhythm

Ben Tyler Cook twerks in the Mean Girls Musical pass it on

and YES you read that right. When he’s wearing his Mathletes costume. I’m pretty sure there’s a GIF from the bootleg somewhere around here. (At least, I hope so.)

UPDATE:

from the amazing @x-is-greater-than-the-value-of-y ’s Tumblr!

Race: Jail’s no fun, I tell ya.

Les: You’ve been in jail???

Race [puts his cigar in his mouth dramatically]: Once. In Monopoly.

[Brooklyn arrives at the rally]

Jack: It’s really great that Brooklyn came, Spot, Manhattan could sure use your help.

Spot:Pass.

Jack:

Jack: You marched all the way across the Brooklyn Bridge just to say you’re NOT going to join the strike? and say pass?

Spot: Yeah. Totally worth it. You should see the look on your face.

Jack:

Spot:Priceless.

summary:with prom only a couple of weeks away, you decide to take a chance and ask race on a proper date.

AN:i wrote this at 3am also i’m not dead yeet (y/f/c) = your favorite color

part 1masterlist

In the following week after Race had asked you to prom, you weren’t entirely sure where you and Race stood. You were always texting or calling each other, you sat next to each other during classes, and had almost held hands in the hallway once. Almost. Your feelings for each other were pretty obvious, but neither of you had flat out said it yet. Perhaps you didn’t need to, but still, it would be nice to hear. Prom was only a couple of weeks away, so you decided to shoot your shot during your and Race’s nightly phone call.

“Dance was fun. I think I’ve finally got fouettes down, but they still need some work. My teacher told me the reason I crash into Albert so much is cause I point my toe too hard.” Race said, chuckling. You giggled in response, letting your limbs spread out on your bed. “It sounds fake but I swear it’s a real problem.”

“Well, I’d like to see that sometime.” You said, smiling.

“I bet you would.” You could practically feel Race rolling his eyes through the phone. He twisted back and forth in his rolly chair. “Hey…have you picked out your dress yet? For prom, I mean?”

“Ya.”

“…Can I see it?”

“What’s the fun in that?” You teased.

Race sighed with a smile. “Alright, but I need to at least know what color it is so I can get somethin to match it.”

You sat up on your bed, debating if you should open your window or not and just show it to him. You decided against it but wandered over to your window anyways. “It’s (y/f/c).”

“Any specific shade?” Race questioned, who had moved from his desk chair to his window, which he proceeded to open, hoping you would hear it over the phone and do the same. You didn’t.

“Yeah, I mean, I’ll just send a picture. It’s not that big of a deal anyways.”
“No, it’s alright! I don’t mind being surprised! I’d like that, actually…kind of exciting, y’know?”

The thought of Race getting excited about seeing you in a fancy dress was enough to make your face turn red. “Yeah, I know.”

“I just want to make sure my tie matches.” He said. You slid over to your closet and unzipped the dress bag so you could at least send a corner of the dress to him. “By the way, do you prefer a bow tie or no bow tie? Or no tie?”

“Whatever you’d like is fine with me, Race.” You said as you snapped a picture over snapchat and tapped on Race’s name. You’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a heart emoji next to it.

“Alright.” Race said, still resting by his window. There was a pause as he opened your picture. “Oh, wow…”

You laughed. “What?” A notification that Race had screenshotted the picture appeared at the top of your phone.

“You’re gonna look beautiful in that color.”

Race had been flirting with you like this for months, but now it just felt more special. Like it was more than flirting. It was genuine excitement and happiness. You figured now was as good a time as ever.

“Thank you, Racer.” You said quietly. Before Race had the chance to say anything else, you continued to speak. “Hey…before prom, do you maybe want to go on a date? Like, maybe go see a movie or something?”

“Oh, yeah! That’d be fun! I’d love that!” He said enthusiastically. “Does Friday work?”

“You mean, tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? Tomorrow is Friday? Friday’s-what?”

You giggled. “Yeah, I’m free tomorrow.”

“Awesome! So we can go see…what, the 7:30 show?”

“Sounds good to me!” You said, sitting down on your bed.

“Awesome.” Race said quietly. There was a pause in the conversation as you two smiled on the opposite ends of your phones. “Hey, open your window.”

Slightly confused, you pulled up a stool and pulled up the shutters. “Why?” There was Race, head in one hand, phone in the other, staring out his window.

“Just wanted to see you.”

Running your fingers through your hair one last time, the doorbell rang, and you made a mad dash for your wallet and the front door. “Hi, Race.” You said with a smile.

“Hey, (Y/N). You look pretty, as usual.” Race never failed to flatter you, and tonight was no exception. It was your first real date, and you were both excited. He wore jeans with a gray shirt and a light blue flannel over it. The blue of his flannel with the combination of his blonde hair made his eyes pop, and you were definitely here for it. “Here, I…I got you this.” Race held out a single, yellow, long-stemmed carnation.

“Thank you so much, Race. This is too sweet. Give me just a sec to run and put this in some water. I’ll meet you in the car.” Closing the door gently, you made a mad dash for the kitchen and threw the flower in a water bottle from the fridge. You would give it a better home when you got home. Right now, you had to focus on not screwing tonight up.

Stepping out of the door once more, You walked towards the passenger side of Race’s car. He stepped out and ran around the front, opening your door for you. You knew Race was a gentleman, but this was just too cute. You flashed him a smile while you stepped in, and relaxed into the seat as Race walked around the front of the car once more.

“Here, I trust your music choices.” Race said, handing you the AUX. “Anyone that can jam out that hard to Taylor Swift has a good taste in music.” You both laughed at the memory, though yours was more of an eye roll. You turned on a favorite playlist, hoping that Race would genuinely enjoy your jams. “So, how are you doing?” Race asked as he backed out of the driveway and pulled onto the main road.

“Good, kinda tired from today’s test. How’re you?”

“Honestly?” He started. “Kinda nervous.”

“THE Racetrack Higgins?” You giggled. “Nervous? About what?”

Race glanced over at you before looking back at the road. “This date. Impressing you.” You hid your butterflies with a scoff.

“Well, you don’t have anything to worry about. I should be the one worrying.” What were you even saying?! What kind of conversation was this?! A worry-off?!

“You’re telling me that I have the most beautiful and hilarious girl in the country in my car, on a date with me, and I shouldn’t be worried?” Race argued with a grin. You smiled.

“You think I’m the most beautiful and hilarious girl in the country?”

“Nah, that was a lie.” Race said with a smirk. You playfully hit Race on the arm with a laugh. He glanced back over at you, quickly scanning you up and down before turning back in his seat. “I think you’re the most beautiful and hilarious girl in the world.”

“Aw, well now you’ve made me feel bad for hitting you.” You said with a pout.

“Really?”

“No.”

You sat down in your seats, Race carrying the large bucket of popcorn that he bought for the two of you, and you carrying both of the drinks. The lights dimmed, and the movie started. Everything had gone well for the most part, but you just wished that Race would make a move already.

After about a half hour, you placed your arm on the armrest next to Race, strategically leaving a little room for his arm, too, not moving your eyes from the movie screen. When you felt his arm touch yours, your heart leaped. Slowly, your hand slid closer to his until your pinkie fingers were intertwined. You waited for him to take your hand, but after a few minutes of the slightly awkward position, you realized he probably wouldn’t.

Taking in a deep breath (and silently cursing the armrests for making this more difficult than necessary), you flipped your hand over and placed your now intertwined hands on Race’s thigh. You never took your eyes off of the screen, but you could swear you saw Race glance down at your hands with a smile.

When Les joins the Newsies he gets confused about his sexuality cause our boys are attractive.

(If you come at me saying Les is too young, no no one’s ever too young to question or be confused and it’s not like I’m saying he’s having sex or something so… have a nice day :p)

Requested: you dont have to do this but its lgbt so i hope you do. hcs of Oscar (Delancey ofc) slowly getting a crush on a guy but he has internalized homophobia??? i hope that makes sense ♡

Warnings: internalized homophobia, homophobia, mentions of bullying and fighting

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• You were new to being a newsie
• Your parents kicking you out the second they’d found out you were gay
• When you showed up to the circulation the next day Oscar’s breath seemed to catch in his throat
• He always tried ignoring this feeling but something about you made those feeling stay on his mind all day
• It didn’t take long for everyone to realize Oscar was treating you a whole lot nicer than everyone else
• As soon as it was brought to his attention he seemed to completely change
• You turned into the most picked on newsie of the entire lodging house
• It hadn’t been until a week later that you found out why
• Walking back from a long day of selling you found yourself pinned up against the wall in the alley
• You weren’t surprised to see it was Oscar but your heart started to beat out of your chest nonetheless
• You’d never been this close before and you were sure Oscar was finally going to lay a hand on you
• The entire alley was silent
• Nothing but the sound of people walking by filling your ears
• Oscar didn’t say anything 
• Only staring at you with a look of confusion on his face before his lips met yours
• Your eyes almost popped out of your head
• But something about the passion that had been put into the kiss made you melt and kiss back
• The second you started to run your fingers through Oscar’s hair he pulled away quickly
• He gave a small smile before leaving you there
• This had continued on for weeks
• It confused you at first
  
• Until you realized Oscar was trying to hide who he was
• You couldn’t blame him
• All the times you were pinned up against a wall with both of you speaking quietly to one another made up for it
• A few times you almost forgot about your relationship with each other
• Forgetting that you understood why Oscar would always pick on you along with the other boys
• But one day it seemed to be different
• It seemed as though something pushed Oscar over the edge
• Fighting out in the open leaving you with a good shiner for weeks
• He tried making up for it the night you walked back to the lodging house
• Explaining his father’s suspicions of his late night adventures
• You hadn’t accepted it
• Wanting him to figure out what he truly wanted before ever coming near you again
• To everyone’s surprise a few weeks later Oscar visited the lodging house
• It seemed he figured out what he had wanted
• Kissing you in front of everybody
• Willing to be a newsie just to get you to believe him
• But you were too keen on having surprise visits in your favorite alley to ever allow Oscar to become a newsie

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Warnings: homophobia

Summary: Your senior year prom

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• Crutchie had the biggest crush on you ever since freshman year
• Now that it was senior year and prom was around the corner he finally decided to do something about it
• With Katherine and Davey in ASB Crutchie had the perfect plan with perfect connections
• It had been over a month long affair but everyone was sure to keep you out of the loop
• Crutchie was ready to ask you to go as friends until you were asked by someone else
• It had been a surprise to everyone when Oscar made a promposal just for you
• No one would’ve thought Oscar was gay
• Crutchie had his doubts, but everyone reassured it was probably his feelings for you getting in the way
• That was until Crutchie had delivered a note to the gym teacher and overheard something he shouldn’t have
• Oscar had been boasting to his friends about getting the gay kid to go with him to the prom
• They had all started planning any and every prank they could pull on you at the prom
• Crutchie tried to get out as fast as he could
• But being on a crutch he could only go so fast
• Oscar had pinned Crutchie up against the wall
• Swearing him to secrecy of everything he heard
• This only fueled Crutchie’s original plans for the prom even more
• By the night of prom Crutchie’s plan was in full swing
• Everything seemed normal until it was time for the queen and king to be announced
• To everyone’s surprise your name was called for prom queen
• You tried not to show that it bothered you
• Going up and getting the crown as if it was a normal thing to happen at the school
• You stood there and awkwardly accepted the crown
• The second the crown was placed on your head you were covered in glue and rainbow colored glitter
• Everyone was in a state of shock, and that’s when Crutchie came out
• On the spot he’d confessed his feelings for you
• Willing to stand in the gooey mess with you
• Explaining just how much he wish he got to you before Oscar did
• You were almost as shocked as everyone else in the crowd
• Confessing you wished he had been the one who asked you the whole time
• Crutchie pulled you in for a kiss, the glue and glitter starting to rub off on him
• The entire venue erupted in cheers

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