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rip David Jacobs you would have loved Heather by Conan Gray </3
Me? Have a WandaVision/Peter Maximoff fixation?*stuffs Peter sketches under pillow*
No! Of course not!*throws blanket over Wanda doodles*
Why on earth would you think that?!*slams bad drawings of The Vision under bed*
Here! Have a drawing of Brooklyn Boys!
Race: Hey Spot, can ya help me with my homework?
Spot: No.
Race: Please!!!!!
Spot: No, but I can judge you in a helpful way.
Race: Good enough for me!
In the 1992 movie, Spot is the taller one with blonde/light brown hair and blue eyes while Race is the shorter one with dark hair and eyes.
Then, in the Broadway musical, Race is the tall blonde, blue eyed kid while Spot is the short one with dark hair and eyes.
*Le Gasp!*
SPRACE SWITCHED BODIES!!!!!
“A porcelain tub with boiling water.”
I couldn’t stop thinking about this line so I drew it. Very sketchy and you can tell where the skeleton lines are and stuff, but I like it. And yes, I did his line in his accent.
“Hey kid, how old are you?”
“Why should I tell ya?”
“Smart kid. Can you run?”
“Yeah. Why?”
——•——
Name: Patrick “Spot” Conlon.
Age: Unknown, young.
Appearance: Dark blonde hair, pale blue eyes, many freckles.
Known for: Faded red suspenders.
Weapon: Slingshot.
Calling Card: Burn mark on door.
He glanced around the empty house, eyes immediately finding anything of value in the room.
Silver candlesticks in the mantle, porcelain vase on a pedestal, gold-tipped walking stick. Nothing escaped his ice-blue gaze.
There was a bag slung over his shoulder, much like the one the newsies carried their papers in.
In went the candlestick, in went the vase, in went the beautiful portrait over the mantle.
The gold-tipped cane slipped through his suspenders like a sheathed sword.
Now the bedrooms and kitchen.
Silver spoons, delicate china, gold earrings, diamond rings, pearl necklaces.
The black stovepipe hat on the hat rack looked lovely.
Pleased with what he found, the small open window waited.
But first, the door.
His pockets held an abundance of matches. Striking one against the wall, he held it to the back of the front door, making a black spot the size of a silver dollar.
A spot.
Spot Conlon smirked, reveling in the smell of wood burning.
The spot would be immediately noticeable when the owner of the house came home, but Spot never took anything that could be noticed right away, driving the robbed insane with worry.
The match died, the door was marked, and he made a hasty exit.
——•——
Name: Patrick “Spot” Conlon. Age: Unknown, young. Appearance: Dark blonde hair, pale blue eyes, many freckles. Known for: Faded red suspenders, black stovepipe hat. Weapon: Slingshot, gold-tipped cane. Calling Card: Burn mark on door.
Which side are you on?
Sing King of New York in the shower because it reminds you of that one line sung by Spot “A porcelain tub with boiling water.”?
Who else loves that whenever Spot‘s on screen there’s always this wonderful Irish jig playing in the background.
most of the kids in the refuge are actually the newsies.
Have an entire conversation using only Newsies lyrics.
Spot Conlon, District Master Work-boy of the Brooklyn Union, at the age of fourteen. Geez! We gotta aim higher guys!
yOU GUYS THERE IS ALMOST NO ATTENTION BEING BROUGHT TO THIS.
HISTORICAL SPOT CONLON. WORE PINK. FUCKING. SUSPENDERS.
NOW THATS WHAT I CALL A KING
MHM YESSIR
I wholeheartedly agree
the difference between 92sies spot and broadway spot is that broadway spot will do little more than grumble and push you away if you wake him up while 92sies spot will annihilate you on sight if you so much as poke him in the morning before it’s time to get up
And Jack Kelly wishes he could be as cool.
So I have this story I’m writing where Spot is the son of Peter Pan so I thought I would share some of the art.