All The Screenshots I Have So Far Of My Very Legally Obtained Recording Of Uksies. Yes Half Of Them Are

Okay but Racetrack having a irrational fear of dogs. Even if there's just a stray on the street he's climbed up a tree just to avoid it. Most of the newsies find it funny. Jack tries to get him to come around by finding stray puppies for Race to pet. But it never goes as planned.

LAST POLL FOR AU PLS DO IT :3

I think the newsies guilt trip Jack over his betrayal endlessly.

Race: hey can you buy me lunch?

Jack: no you can afford it I saw how many papes you sold today

Race: *dramatic sigh* but *looks down* you know, with that fancy new job o yours n... *kicks his foot forward with his hands in his pockets* n the way you... *looks up at him with big eyes* well, you know...

crutchie has a blahaj btw ... jack and Davey have a djungelskog ... their shared room in (boarding) school is a MESS but they have their guys so it's ok ...

HOOOOOLLLYYYY SHIT THATS JAVEY

(it's a minecraft build of a college dorm and it's exactly how I imagine javey's room would look, especially in @pigeonwit 's fics)

Can u write anything ralbert. is rhat real. pls. Angsty,.,,,cute,, whatever au u want that u haven’t picked cheavhers for please race and albert

YAS!!!!

this is a snippet from my au that im writing ! hope u like :3

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It was a cold winter night when Race realised he was in love.

Knock knock.

Race checked the time. What would anybody want with his sorry ass at 11:34pm?

He padded over to the door, rubbing his bleary tv eyes.

As he got closer to the door, he heard a sniffle.

Race's mind raced. Who would be crying outside his door late at night?

Did he fuck up?

God, did he ruin his chances with Al?

He opened the door, warily, prepared for the worst.

Albert's teary blue eyes and trembling hands greeted him.

Albert stood a little taller than Race, so he had to stand on tiptoe to see him eye to eye. His red hair was displaced from his usual slick back, strands falling down into his eyes, wet at the ends. He wore a grey shirt, with the sleeves cut off (as usual), with no jacket, despite the freezing temperature and the snow outside. Whether he was trembling because of the cold or the emotions he was clearly feeling was unclear.

In his hands, white knuckled and shaking, he held a Tupperware container full of food. It looked delicious.

And his face. God, his face. He looked at Race almost pleadingly with reddened eyes, eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed and swollen-looking, freckles strewn across his teary cheeks like shooting stars.

'Race?' He asked timidly, bottom lip quivering. Race, in a state of shock, only stepped to the side and waved Albert into his apartment. He closed the door behind him, and motioned Albert to his couch before almost sprinting to his bedroom and grabbing his duvet off his bed. He carried it into the living room, where Albert was now sitting, trembling, staring blankly at the floor, the meal deposited on Race's coffee table.

'Albert,' Race draped his duvet over Albert's shoulders, and climbed over the couch to sit next to him. 'I mean.. Is everything okay? What happened?'

Albert melted. He collapsed against Race, his tears sinking into Race's hoodie, chest heaving with sobs.

'I-' he choked out. 'I made you food. I've been leaving it.. outside your door for... for.. for weeks now, and I just..' he took in a shaky breath. 'I wanted you to.. to know it was me and also I need my containers again.'

'Oh, Albert.' Race hugged Al into his chest, holding him securely and rubbing his back as he cried. 'You're alright, it's okay.'

'I'm... I'm really drunk.' Albert murmured into Race's shoulder. 'M sorry.'

'Hey,' Race threaded his fingers into Albert's hair. 'You're alright. You want a glass of water? Let's get up, I'll give you a hoodie and some water, hey? Then we'll eat the food you brought, alright?'

Albert sniffled. 'Oh.. okay. Yeah.' He took a deep breath and removed himself from the soft curve of Race's body, and stood up, shaking a little.

'I'll get you a hoodie, okay? Head to the kitchen.'

'Okay.'

Race ran to his room, pulled out his biggest hoodie and made his way back to the kitchen, where he found Albert nearly passed out on his counter, eyes drooping, hands clasped together, his hair falling onto his face.

'Here, bud. Put this on.' Race handed Albert the hoodie and retrieved a glass, filling it with tap water. Aware of how tired Albert clearly was, he slipped his meal into the fridge- he'd eat it for breakfast tomorrow.

'Thanks.' Albert whispered, pulling the hoodie over his head- it fit him perfectly, and suited him really well- and downed the water Race gave him next.

'You wanna get some sleep, dude?' Race asked gently, rubbing Albert's back as he leant on the counter again. Albert nodded drowsily.

'Here, follow me.' Race took Albert's hand, leading him to his bedroom. 'Sleep here, yeah?' He deposited Albert so he was sitting on the single bed. 'I'll sleep on the coach tonight.'

'No...' Albert said quietly. 'Sleep here too. 'S comfy.' He dropped down to lay on his side, patting the spot next to him.

How could Race deny this beautiful, beautiful man?

world most important Albert fact is he brushes his teeth in the shower this impacts every single choice he makes in life and must be remembered

-Martin-

SO TRUE MARTIN! Albert is love Albert is life

i think about the scene before watch what happens (reprise) all the time. i think about the fact that davey and kath (who are always seen as the smart ones solely because they have an education) have no idea how to deal with a severely traumatized jack. i think about “the guy who paints places hes never seen is calling us crazy” and “lighten up no one died” all the time. i think about how they have no idea what to say to jack because all of them are just Children and kath and davey will never experience 99% of the trauma jacks endured his whole life. i think about how race would have been Perfect in that moment to talk to jack because unlike davey and kath he understands exactly how jacks feeling because he misses crutchie just as much & has witnessed the way jack reacts for Years. i think about how that scene really shows the difference between jack kath and davey perfectly and it works So well.

something to believe in javey ........ not to dismiss katherine she's awesome ... but I need gay ..

the gay urge to have a man fall over onto my lap at a restaurant drunk out of his mind and ask if he can stay the night at my place