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If you start Once And For All at 11:56:51 exactly on New Year's Eve, the second the clock ticks midnight your adrenaline will shoot through the roof as the cast of Newsies does their magnificent key change. Start your year RIGHT!!
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Christmas Newsies request please? One where the reader is a girlsie and she's been reeeeally sick for a long time and the newsies have been trying to take care of her, but it's getting to be too much. You can take it from there if you want 😊 Love you and your blog, you wonderful cinnamon roll
No YOU’RE a wonderful cinnamon roll! Thank you for this request, I hope it came out the way you wished! - K
A warm hand settles on your forehead and you frown beneath your eyelids, slowly stirring awake. “Hey, (y/n).”
You open your eyes at the sound of Jack’s familiar voice. “Hey.” Your voice comes out as a croak, and Jack’s face falls slightly at the sound.
“How ya feelin’?”
You look behind him to see some of the other boys listening in, all with worried faces. You’ve been sick for over a week now, completely bed-bound with how weak you are. And none of you can afford a doctor, so … it’s just been getting worse. Of course, the cold weather isn’t helping.
“I’m feeling fine. Not any better, but,” you offer a weak smile for the sake of the boys behind Jack, “I’ll get there.”
Jack notices the falsity in your statement, and turns to look over his shoulder at the other boys. “A’ight boys, the mornin’ bell rung almost fifteen minutes ago. Get on to your sellin’ spots before the others take all of your customers.” The boys nod and exit slowly, all of them calling various versions of “goodbye” over their shoulders.
Jack sighs once they leave and sets a hand on your forehead. “You’s burnin’ up.”
“Really?” you snuggle down into your blanket. “I’m freezing.”
Jack’s mouth twitches. “Yeah, well that’s not good.” He stands up. “You get some more rest. The boys and I will take care of your share of the money.”
Tears well up in your eyes. “Jack, you can’t continue to do this much longer. Soon-”
“Soon,” he interrupts you, walking back to your bed, “you’ll be all better and ready to celebrate Christmas with us.” He offers you a half smile. “You’s our only sister, (y/n). Of course we’re gonna take care of ya.”
One week later-Christmas Eve
You smile from your place on the worn down couch down in the living room, watching the boys pull out real socks or shoelaces or coats out from the newspaper wrapping. Jack said they could all open one of their two presents each tonight, but you know some of them are cheating.
The warm, wool blanket Katherine had gotten you is wrapped around your legs, and another from upstairs over your shoulders. You have gotten better over the past week, but definitely not good enough to go out onto the streets and sell again. The boys have been the best brothers ever during your sickness, and you don’t think they deserve your kindness.
Katherine smiles at Jack after looking away from Buttons tearing open a brand new pair of suspenders that he needed. “Jack, why don’t you give (y/n) her present next?”
Your heart sinks. “Oh, you guys didn’t have to get me anything, I’ve taken enough from you already.”
All of the boys protest your statement in different ways, whether it be blowing rasberries or yelling. You laugh at their ridiculousness, and settle back down into the arm of your couch as Jack walks toward you with a small box wrapped in newspaper. You take it gratefully, and Romeo scoots closer to you on the couch, putting an arm over your shoulders.
When you open the box, tears well up in your eyes. At least fifty dollars of cash and coins stare up at you from inside, maybe more. You look up at them all, and hold the box away from you. “I can’t take this, how did you get this?”
Race grins from his spot leaning against the wall in the corner. “We all chipped in.”
“And so did Plums, here,” Skittery adds, putting an arm around the woman in question.
Jack takes the money from your shaking hands and sets it on the floor. “It’s enough for six doctor’s visits. Depends on how quick you get better, but when you do, the rest will go to whenever the rest of us need a doctor.”
Tears well up in your eyes. “How can I thank you guys?”
Crutchie smiles and taps the box with his crutch. “You don’t hafta.”
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A story where Rags surprises the Delanceys and Weisel with little presents even though she really doesn't like them, please? But she gives them after all of the boys are gone because who knows how they'd react. And she doesn't really know what to expect from the Delanceys or Weisel either. She just wanted to spread some Christmas cheer since things haven't been great in their lives. Thank you!
Happy Birthday Rags!
This is Goin’ Ta Make Both the Delancey’s Pee in Their Pantsies
The other boys had grabbed their papes and hurried off to start hawkingthe headlines. The only Newsie left at the circulation desk was a girl Newsienamed Rags. She was shuffling from one foot to the other, trying to stay warmin the cold December morning.
“What do ya think you’re doin’ here?” a voice growled.
Rags glanced up to see the Delancey brothers and their Uncle Weiselstaring at her with matching scowls.
“It’s almost Christmas-,” she started.
“Yeah? And what do ya want from us? A kiss?” Oscar interrupted.
The Newsgirl made a face.
“No! I just wanted ta give ya dis,” she said, reaching into her bag tograb three lumpy packages.
“What’s dis?” Morris asked as she handed them the presents.
“Like I said, it’s almost Christmas so I thought I’d getya somethin’,” she said, with a smile.
The three opened the packages to find homemade, slightlydisfigured scarfs. They stared at the presents for a while before looking up atRags in curiosity.
“But, why?” Weisel ask.
“Yeah, I mean it’s not like we’se friends,” Oscar said.
Rags shrugged. “It’s Christmas and it’s getting cold so Ijus’ thought…”
They stood around for a beat in awkward silence.
“Well, dis doesn’t mean we’re goin’ ta treat ya anynicer,” Morris said, trying to keep a scowl on his face.
Rags smiled and nodded before turning on her heals, readyto sell her papes. She knew that was as close to a thanks as she was going toget, but she didn’t mind. She knew she did the right thing. Little did she trulyknow, though, that the next day she would find three messy presents waiting forher at the lodge house from anonymous givers.
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Newsies Christmas please? Race gives up cigars and gambling for a bit so he can afford to get the reader a present? But he doesn't tell anyone why he's doing it. Thanks!
“What are you doing?”
Race looks up from his second slice of bread, frowning at the frown on Romeo’s face. “What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’ I’m eatin’ my lunch, Rome. Which is somethin’ you should be doin’ too.”
Romeo rolls his eyes and takes another bite of his bread. “Why don’t you got a cigar today?”
The older boy freezes for only a second before continuing to eat and and pretending nothing happened. “Just didn’t feel like it today.”
Romeo snorts disbelievingly. “You always feel like a cigar.”
“Shut up and eat your lunch.”____________________________________________________________________
Race’s fingers are beginning to freeze. It’s the week before Christmas, and his gloves could practically be fingerless after being worn down over the past three winters of working outdoors everyday. And his thin, brown jacket isn’t much help either.
But the small box cradles in his hands is worth it all.
He has been courting you, his beautiful (y/n), for almost two years now, and last year he wasn’t able to afford a Christmas present for you, or for your birthday. But this Christmas, he was determined.
Race hadn’t had one cigar since the middle of September.
All of the boys are suspicious, he knows that, but there’s no way he’d tell them it’s for a girl. He’s too stubborn for that. And he can’t wait to give you the gift he was able to buy with the money got from his own blood, sweat, tears, and love.
What he won’t tell you about are the sleepless nights and the shaking hands, itching for a cigar or just a cigarette to smoke. But he knows it’ll all be worth it to see that gorgeous smile on your face.
At that, he knocks on the front door of your quaint Queens house.
You open it within ten seconds, giving him a smile when you see it’s Race. “Hi, Race,” you start, “what are you doing here? Come on in.”
Race follows you inside, shuddering at the change of temper from bitter cold to homey warm. Your mother gives him a smile from the kitchen before retreating to your younger sibling’s room, obviously to give you both some privacy. He takes your hand and stops you before you can lead him to the living area.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t stay long. I gotta get back to da boys before it gets too cold.”
You nod. “I understand.” Race smiles at you, at your kindness and beauty, and you smile back. A long, but comfortable silence passes between the both of you, and you clear your throat, smoothing your hair down. “So, what are you doing here?”
“Oh.” Race steps back, laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I, uh…I got ya somethin.’ For Christmas.”
“Race, you didn’t have to-”
He cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “I know, I know, but I wanted ta. We’ve been together for nearly two years now, and I still haven’t been able to get ya anythin.’”
You blush and squeeze his hand. “You don’t have to get me anything.”
Race rolls his eyes. “I know, and that’s one of the reasons I love ya so much. But I should be able ta pamper my girl. So I got you something.” He takes the small box out from behind his back and holds it out to you with a grin.
Your blue eyes squint at the box curiously before taking it, untying the golden ribbon with one simple pull. Then you peel apart the adorable badly wrapped box to see a small, thin white box with a white lid. Swallowing nervously, you open the top carefully and gasp.
Inside lays a simple silver chain with beautiful silver heart hanging on it. You look up at Race with wide blue eyes, and he looks down at his worn boots.
“I know it’s not much, and you deserve-”
“No, Race,” you take his hand and pull him forward to kiss his cheek softly, “it’s beautiful. I love it.”
He smiles. “You do?”
You nod, giggling at his excitement. “Yeah, I do.”
“Ah, good.” This time he leans forward and kisses your cheek. “Alright, I gotta go. Merry Christmas if I don’t see you, and,” he looks pointedly at your little (brother/sister)’s room, “tell your mom I said merry Christmas.”
You smile. “I will.” Then leaning forward, you take his cheek in one hand and kiss him on the lips softly. When you pull away, Race grins at you, and you blush. “Tell the boys merry Christmas from me too.”
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Could you please do an imagine with Race giving up gambling and cigars for a little bit so he can get you a Christmas present? And pretty much everyone notices but he won't say why he gave them up until he gives you the present? Thanks!
YES! All the yesses! ALL. THE. YESSES! Racetrack is my very close second favorite! ~Frenchy
Dumb and Glum
Racetrack had been very irritable lately. At first everyonethought it was due to the season. Christmas stress got everyone. But, after afew days, everyone noticed Race’s signature cigar missing from his mouth. Thatwas the only thing out of character for him either. He also stopped gambling.
“HeyRace! Wanna play a game ah pokah?” Romeo asked.
“Nah, I’mgood,” Race replied, clenching his fists.
“HeyRace,” Kid Blink called out to him. “How was da races taday?”
“I,didn’t go,” Race huffed, glancing at you.
Everyonestared at him like he’d lost his mind.
“Race,”you asked. “Are you okay?”
“I’mfine! Jus’ leave me alone! Okay?!” Race yelled.
Everyonelooked shocked, their eyes darting from you to him.
“I’msorry. I’m fine… Jus’ tired,” he sighed, getting up. “I’m goin’ ta bed…”
Thenext few weeks were the same. Racetrack would snap at you or any Newsies whomentioned cigars or gambling. You had started avoiding him in order to saveyour feeling from getting hurt. You really liked Race, but it seemed like hedidn’t like you. At least not at the moment.
FinallyChristmas day came. You weren’t super excited. You saved up your money a longtime ago to get Racetrack a special present, but now you weren’t too sure he’dlike it.
That night the Newsies headed overto Medda’s for a special Christmas party she was throwing. You brought yourpresent you were going to give Racetrack, just in case. Halfway through theparty, Racetrack approached you.
“Hey, I’m sorry I haven’t beenmyself dese past few days… I jus’… I got somethin’ fa ya,” he said, handing youa poorly wrapped present.
You give him a strange look andopen it to find the notebook and pencils you’d been eyeing all year long.
“Race!” you gasp in awe. “B-but howwere ya able ta pay for dis?!”
“I quit smokin’ an’ gamblin’ so Icould afford it,” Racetrack said, kicking at the ground a little. “Do ya likeit?”
“I love it!” you said, throwingyour arms around him in a hug. “I actually got you somethin’ too.”
You handed him a small box.Racetrack opened it and grinned, holding up a cigar box.
“How did ya afford dis?” heexclaimed.
“I’ve been savin’ forevah!” youlaughed. “Do ya like it?
Racetrack pulled out a cigar andstuck it in his mouth. “I love it!”
“So dat’s why he’s been so dumb andglum,” Jack laughed, nudging Skittery.
But the two didn’t hear him, theywere too busy laughing and chatting, happy that everything was back to normal.
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Stay awhile and enjoy the fresh Montana air. It’s photos like this that remind us why Glacier National Park in Montana is known as the “Crown Jewel of the Continent.” We celebrate the magic of public lands all year long, but the holidays give us reason to share additional gratitude and joy. From all of us, your friends at the Department of Interior, we wish you many moments of deep peace and adventure - all while spending time with the people love in beautiful places. Photo courtesy of Matt and Karen Smith.
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& when we’re together, it’s my favorite time of year.
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The Muppet Christmas Carol (1992) dir. Brian Henson
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Learn Holidays Signs | Learn American Sign Language | Nyle DiMarco [x]
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When the French and Spanish teachers decorate for Christmas.
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It is December so lets get festive
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Clint: It’s almost time to switch from our regular everyday weapons to our Christmas weapons.
Phil: Is there a difference?
Natasha: Yes. The Christmas ones light up.
#clint barton#hawkeye#Phil Coulson#Agent Coulson#natasha romanoff#Black Widow#strike team delta#Avengers#christmas#posted
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7,8,9,and 14 on the Christmas asks!! 🎄
Yay!!! Thanks for sending these in. You made my day!
7. When do you decorate for Christmas?
I was a little late this year. Usually it’s the day after Thanksgiving, but sometimes it’s been as early as the day after Halloween! The Christmas season is so short, so I want to enjoy my decorations for as long as possible.
8. Best Christmas Memory?
I don’t know if there’s one specific one, but I love remembering back to Christmases at my grandma and grandpa’s house. We would all get together and play Christmas bingo (with M&M’s for markers) before opening presents. Just sitting in my corner surrounded by my family and presents is the best memory, especially now that my great-grandma and grandma are both in heaven.
9. Favorite holiday candle scent?
Oooh. I’m pretty picky when it comes to candles! The wrong scents give me headaches… but I love this one my mom has called “Christmas Cookies.” It perfectly encapsulates the Christmas season for me.
14. Do you have a themed Christmas tree or miscellaneous ornaments?
I have a lot of Disney ornaments, but it’s not really Disney themed because I have a lot of other ornaments, too (including Jack Kelly right up there at the top where he belongs!).
Thanks so much for the ask, my friend! Merry Christmas!!!
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Season’s Greetings from the Newsboy’s Lodging House, 2018!
I wanted to do something a little different for this year’s holiday newsies art extravaganza, so I ended up spending 3+ weeks slowly doing this.
Reblog/reply with your favorite shenanigan that the newsies are up to in this photo!
#reblogging because this is my favorite#not sure i trust the shoulder ride with the big stick#and BOYS#you should not slide down the banister when the christmas tree is right there#also i appreciate albert? i think? at the top of the tree being a star lol#and RACE#that pose#epic#newsies#christmas#art#yes i see the big stick is for mistletoe#and it is adorable#but i dont trust them with the big stick
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countdown to christmas - the muppets christmas carol.
#stealing your tags#hands down the best depiction of any dickens works EVER#muppet christmas carol is a legend. it will be passed down from generation to generation#im very passionate about a christmas carol and. the muppets just know#christmas#muppets#posted
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