#bumlets imagine

[newsiesimagines]

Newsies Imagines #45

[bumlets-appreciation-blog]

Duane Street December Day 3: Irving Hall/Medda’s Theater

Irving Hall was still a mess when the strike ended. The bulls who’d raided the newsie rally had cared more about brutalizing the boys in front of them than actually arresting them, and it showed in the state of the theater. As Medda looked around the main hall, she saw the swing dangling from one rope, her gilded harp broken in two, chairs and tables knocked over, the railing of the bridge knocked out of place, and multiple vases shattered on the ground, the flowers that had been inside of them lying dead in the water stains on the carpet. She desperately tried to ignore the flecks and splatters of blood on the floor because if she looked at them, she’d get sick.

Medda wasn’t as close with the other boys as she was with Jack, but she knew them and couldn’t help but love them. Kid Blink and Racetrack came to the theater at least once a week, usually together but not always. Blink was happy to take her up on her offer of a balcony seat, but Race was content to sit as close to the stage as physically possible, most likely due to the fairly obvious crush he had on her. Bumlets usually sold his papers in the area and sometimes came backstage when he was done, listening to the performers talk about the industry. She’d taught him how to project his voice to help him shout headlines and got a kick of seeing such a quiet boy holler louder than Jack could.

Skittery usually came in with his little brother, and the two of them often spent hours exploring her storage rooms. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for her to go backstage and find Tumbler playing with her prop swords or trying on costumes while Skittery supervised, but they always cleaned up after themselves and thanked her so sweetly that she couldn’t bring herself to mind. Other boys drifted in and out of the theater on occasion: sweet Mush, mischievous Swifty, clever Specs and Dutchy (she hardly saw one without the other), and all the rest, but of course, no one came in as much as Jack did.

He’d still been Francis Sullivan when they’d met, all sharp elbows and gangly limbs. He was still in school, his father wasn’t in prison, and he hadn’t yet decided on being a cowboy. Some things, however, hadn’t changed: his cheeky grin, his boundless energy, the way he whooped and hollered with joy. Medda wasn’t built for motherhood, but she imagined the way she loved Jack was the way a mother loved a child. It was agony seeing him arrested and beaten by grown men while the other boys rushed to his aid, and it was agony to hear that he’d been sent back to the Refuge. She’d cried when David told her and again when she’d heard that he’d been released and the strike was over.

None of the boys had been in to see her since David delivered the news, but she couldn’t fault them. It had only been a day since the strike ended, and if the other boys had been as hurt as Racetrack had been, they were probably still recovering. Just as well, the theater still needed to be cleaned, and with a sigh, Medda moved to get to work but stopped when she heard the cacophony from the lobby. To her surprise, her rabble of newsies came streaming into the main hall, talking and laughing with Jack at the lead, David on one side and Les on the other.

“Heya Medda!” Jack’s grin was as bright as ever, even with the bruises on his eye and jaw. “Figured since it was our fault the theater got destroyed, we should probably help you clean up the place.” The boys behind him looked more than a little worse for wear but were no less enthusiastic when they agreed with the sentiment. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and she couldn’t fight the smile that spread across her cheeks.

“As long as you don’t break anything else.” With a laugh and a kiss to her cheek, Jack turned and hollered for the boys to get to work. Medda could only watch in wonder as the newsies got started on cleaning the theater. Most of the boys set upon the tables and chairs, clearing them out of the way and separating the broken ones from the rest. Bumlets brought brooms over to Swifty and Race, and the three boys started sweeping up the broken vases and dead flowers. Skittery had put Tumbler on his shoulders and was gently coaxing him through how to reattach the swing properly, looking happier and more relaxed than she’d ever seen him. Kid Blink and Mush were attempting to straighten out the railing on the bridge while Specs and Dutchy tried to put the harp back together, bickering amongst themselves all the while.

Jack and the Jacobs boys had been helping move the tables, but when he saw her watching them, Jack told the other boys something that made them both nod and grin before making his way back to her.

“Everything alright, Medda?” Jack looked so sweet and concerned, she could almost pretend he was really her son and he was concerned about his mama instead of just his father’s friend. She couldn’t bring herself to speak and hoped the embrace she pulled him into said enough. And, based on the way he hugged her back, holding her tight and tucking his head into the crook of her neck, maybe it was.

[chaosfairy18]

Three little words pt. 4

Final part of the 5+1-esque (actually 3+1) story of Bumswiftery showing each pairs first I love you's and then finall the first time all three said I love you to each other at the same time. Enjoy!

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Bumlets dragged Skittery behind him as they were walking into the Bowery to go to Medda’s theatre. They didn’t have a lot of nights out, of course, and going to Medda’s was a special treat, even if they went more now, after the strike, but Skittery still dragged his feet. They had to convince him to even dress up, but Bumlets thought he was just being this annoyed by everything on purpose. He was like that sometimes.

If he truly didn’t want to go they wouldn’t have made it out of the lodge.

Tumbler also had wanted to come with them, but they had to talk him down because this was supposed to be a date, and as much as he loved the kid, he couldn’t really come with them for it.

Swifty was watching with amusement as Skittery groaned about not wanting to see dancers for the dozenth time this day and fixed his collar for him, holding his chin and rubbing behind his ear just a moment.

He was a bit quieter after that.

They got in without problem and sat in the last row, Bumlets in the middle of his boyfriends, waiting until the lights were dimmed until he put his arms around their waists. Swifty instantly put his head on his shoulder, looking to the stage. He’d been excited to see the costumes the entire week since they had planned this.

Skittery was a bit more reluctant, but eventually he did the same, grumbling a bit but also intertwining his one hand with Bumlets’ around his waist.

After the lights had darkened even more and the first dancers were on the stage Swifty was completely entranced in watching them, his eyes almost sparkling. He’d always been interested in nice clothes, but after he’d picked up some more sewing skills from Sarah it had only increased. Skittery, on the other hand, seemed set on not paying attention to the show, putting his hand on Bumlets’ thigh, sneaking it higher up slowly.

“Skitts. No. We’re in public.”

“Barely. No one cares in the theatre.”

Having to let go of Swifty for a moment he manually put Skittery’s hand away, ignoring his pouts to watch Medda come onto the stage.

It also seemed to distract Skittery enough to actually enjoy the show, no matter how hard he’d protested the entire day.

It felt nice.

Near the end of the show Bumlets looked to his boys, Swifty still smiling widely and probably imagining owning some of the clothes still, and Skittery who had begrudgingly found he had fun and even mouthed some of the songs with the singers.

Kissing the side of their heads, he whispered: “I love you two so much.”

Swifty nuzzled into his neck, kissing his collarbone. “Love you too.”

“I love you guys too. Thanks for… dragging me here.” Bumlets hadn’t expected Skittery to say it back, he wasn’t good with it yet, which was okay, the most important thing was that he was comfortable, but that made it ever sweeter that he’d said it now.

Squeezing Skittery’s hand still intertwined with his and tugging Swifty a bit closer he thought that he really couldn’t be anywhere else where he’d be happier.

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

what are the 80s aus that you have? which one is your favorite?

Well there is a lot rn, most are just small little aus??? Like could have one where one of the ships see a horror movie or Back To The Future

I'm just all over with it!<33 A high school au is such a thought, or going to the mall!

The main one I got right now is the lake vacation and I blame The Great Outdoors for that

Imagine Skittery reading at a bench and he hears someone call watch out but doesn't register it till the volleyball either hits him or lands next to him-but here comes Bumlets with a worried expression asking if hes okay and Skittery just can't help but let his mind go blank because he's hot-

[80s90smovies]

April Showers | Bumlets

requested by anon!

so so so so so excited to write my first full newsie imagine omg

warnings : like one bad word

The weather forecast in the papes has been predicting rain all week. You had a vast appreciation for rain and rainy days, but you had found out the hard way that storms were much harder to appreciate when you were caught out in the middle of them. You much preferred the rain over snow, so you were extremely pleased that the arrival of April thwarted New York’s snowy season. The winds in the city were sharp, but a little chill was nothing you couldn’t handle. After all, you basically lived outdoors.

However, you would much rather stay holed up in Kloppman’s while the rain pattered against the creaky roof. On dismal days, you looked forward to selling your papes as quickly as possible. Your boyfriend felt otherwise.

“Youse is worrying too much, Y/N,” Bumlets chuckled as he led you down one of the city’s familiar streets. There were bulging gray clouds hanging above you and the wind had begun to pick up. 

You caught up to him, falling into stride beside him. He shifted his last few remaining papes to his left arm so that you could tuck your hand into his. You looked up at him with begging eyes. “Can we please just finish up selling your papes and go back? I really don’t wanna be out in the rain,” you pleaded, a pout on your lips.

Bumlets took in your expression, a light laugh leaving his lips. He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss against your pouted lips. “You’re cute,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing against the back of your hand. He smiled deviously to himself, “but a little rain ain’t gonna hurt youse.”

You let out an aggravated sigh. You figured that arguing wasn’t going to get you anywhere, so you just continued to walk along side him in silence. The air grew colder as Bumlets sold a few more papes. You two wandered the streets, Bumlets still trying to get rid of his last couple of newpapers, when the mist started. It was nothing more than a wet fog for the first few minutes, but it wasn’t long before thick drops began to fall onto your head and shoulders.

“Bumlets, can we go back yet?” You asked softly, tugging on his hand. He waved the last two papers in his hands at you as his response. As the rain began to fall harder, you whined, “C’mon, it’s not like we’re gonna find very many people out in this weather. There’s no point.”

Seeing that you made a point, he dumped his remaining papes into the next trashcan you passed. The rain grew heavier, beginning to soak and mat down your hair. You were walking back in the direction of Kloppman’s, but much too slow for your liking. You pulled on your boyfriend’s hand. “Do you always walk this slow?” you asked, only half-joking. You could feel the water beginning to seep through your cotton clothing, and you were not a fan of the feeling.

A mischievous smile appeared on Bumlets’s face, and before you could even react, he tugged you off of the sidewalk and into the empty street. You shouted in protest, but stopped short when he pulled you into his arms. You glared up at him through your rain-coated lashes. “What are you doing?” you asked with a grunt.

With one hand wrapped securely over yours and the other planted firmly on your waist, he began to lead you through a waltz. Though you were entirely soaked and extremely frustrated, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Really?” you said exasperatedly, but proceeded to follow his lead in the dance.

“We’re already wet,” he reasoned, a small smile on his lips, “ain’t no use in wasting a perfect opportunity.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “Any opportunity is the perfect opportunity for you to dance. Lord knows you do it whenever you damn well feel like it,” you shot back playfully.

He grinned, pulling you closer to him. “Maybe,” he accepted softly, his eyes wandering around the empty street for a moment before returning to your face. He smiled adoringly, “I just ain’t always able to convince you to dance with me.”

“That’s because I can’t dance, dummy,” you remarked embarrassedly, a warm flush overcoming your cheeks.

He raised his eyebrows, a humored smile on his face. “No shit? Then... what’re we doin’ now?” he joked, bowing his head to peer playfully into your eyes.

You rolled your eyes, lightly shoving his shoulder. “You know what I mean,” you said quietly. You gave up on the playful argument, instead leaning your head against his shoulder. Water began to puddle around your feet, and there were several instances in which you nearly slipped. Each time, Bumlets was able to keep you upright, his strong arm tightening around you to keep you close to him.

After a few minutes, he let you go, taking a small step back. “Ready to go home?” he asked jokingly, clearly well-aware that you were.

To his surprise, you shook your head. Before he could question you, you cupped his face in your hands, pulling him down to your lips. You kissed him softly, though all sweetness went out the window when he kissed you back passionately, his hand falling to the small of your back. You could feel rain drops fall from his brows onto your face, slipping down your cheeks. You pulled him closer, kissing him hard for a few seconds before letting him go.

You gave him an innocent smile as you held your hand out to him, water dripping from your fingertips. “Now we can go home.”

[1899-newsboy-strike]

hi!!!! can you please do 2,3,5&7 with bumlets!? maybe a reader that had like a panic attack or something like that? thanks!💕

2 - No no - it’s alright come here

3 - I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise

5 - Why are you helping me

7 - Just trust me

Moments - Bumlets Imagine

Warnings: panic attacks

Summary: Y/N has had panic attacks ever since she was a little kid. One day she is having a bad panic attack and her brother is nowhere to be found. She thinks that it will never end until a certain newsie comes to her aid.

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You had become a newsie with your brother Crutchie when your parents had made him leave due to his leg, and you had gone with him not wanting him to be alone. Your parents were fine with you leaving along with Crutchie due to you having panic attacks ever since you were a young child, and it would make your mother exhausted having to deal with the both of you. You and Crutchie were like younger siblings to Jack, and he would alway be there for you, but not when it came to your attacks. The only person who had ever been able to help was Crutchie, because he was able to catch them early before they had gotten too out of hand.

Today was not one of those days where Crutchie was able to catch your panic attack coming. Your brother was nowhere in sight and you could feel your chest starting to tighten as you started to find it hard to breathe. You had began to slightly hyperventilate and more attention was on you making it worse. “You want me to go get Crutchie?” One of the other newsies had asked you but you shook your head not wanting to bother your brother. You looked for an opening where you could get away from most of the newsies and almost ran past many of them as your thoughts started to spin around in your head and you couldn’t concentrate.  You went into the hallway where most of the newsies would only go while hanging in the little lounge room, and lucky for you it was night time and most of the boys were heading to bed.

You leaned against the wall trying to even your breathing and you stared up at the ceiling trying to take a deep breath. You tried to concentrate on one thought, but your head was spinning and your breathing had become more irregular as your thoughts started to get worse. Your hands were shaking as you covered your ears squeezing your eyes shut repeating the words “Stop” over and over again unable to calm down. “Y/N?” You heard as a hand was placed on your arm making you jump. “Hey, it’s okay it’s just me.” You heard them say and you opened your eyes seeing Bumlets in front of you. You shook your head trying to find words to say as you tried to back up more into the wall. “Hey, just trust me okay? I’s just wanna help.” He held his hands up trying to convince you. You stared at him for a while before slowly nodding your head.

“I’s gonna take you to the front room okay?” He explained and you nodded as he grabbed your shaky hands and lead you to the front room. “W-why are y-you helpin’ me?” You stuttered out as you finally found your voice. “I know what it feels to deal with something alone, and when I saw you run outta the room and Crutchie wasn’t with you. I’s wanted to make sure you was okay.” He explained and you nodded as you felt yourself calming slightly as he held your hands but you were still not one hundred percent okay. “Hold your breath.” He explained making you give him a confused look. “I’s heard it helps.” He explained and you tried to hold your breath but gave him a shrug as it didn’t help. “Um, okay I’s gonna try somethin’.” He explained and you nodded as you just sat there.

You suddenly felt lips softly pressed against yours making you freeze before you relaxed and kissed back. You pulled away shocked as you stared at Bumlets with wide eyes. “Sorry, I’s know kissin’ makes you actually hold your breath, but it seems like it worked.” He apologized and you realized that he was right about it working. “Thank you.” You said as you felt yourself blush and you looked away. “You don’t gotta thank me Y/N.” Bumlets said as he smiled at you before he got up and started to leave but you stopped him. “Wait, can you stay with me here for a little while longer till I feel completely better. I’s just… if you leave I feel like it would remind me of when Crutch wouldn’t be able to help and I had to be alone.” You explained and bit your lip. “You don’t gotta stay if you don’t wanna though.” You explained but he waved you off before he sat down next to you again and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“I ain’t gonna leave you. You’s never goin’ to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.” He explained and you hugged him. “Thanks.” You whispered holding onto him tightly as you felt yourself starting to fully calm down. “Okay, I think I’m fine now.” You whispered pulling away after a while. He helped you up as you both headed back to the bunks. You watched him go to his bunk and sighed shaking your head debating whether or not to bother him. You walked over to your own bunk and groaned as you tossed and turned unable to fall asleep. You got up and made your way over to Crutchie’s bunk and shook him softly. “Crutch… wake up please.” You whispered as you continued to shake him but he wouldn’t budge. You sighed heavily biting your lip looking in the direction of Bumlets’ bunk. You debated for a while and gave Crutchie one last nudge before slowly making your way over to Bumlets.

“Bumlets… Bum.” You whispered softly as you tried to wake him up. He stirred rubbing his eyes looking over at you confused. “Is somethin’ wrong?” He asked making you bite your lip as you started to feel bad about bothering him. “I’s sorry I woke you. I can’t get to sleep and Crutchie won’t wake up.” You explained. “I just was wonderin’ if I could maybe sleep with you if you don’t mind. I can just go back to my bunk if I’s botherin’ you.” You continued but he scooted over. “No no, it’s alright. Come here.” He patted the empty space making you blush. “Thanks Bumlets.” You whispered as you climbed in next to him and he put the thin cover he had over you. “Anytime.” He whispered as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist but relaxed when you seemed to enjoy it. You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his pillow and you both just stared at each other. “Good night.” You explained before turning the other way with your back against his chest. “Night.” He responded getting comfortable behind you.

You still found it hard to sleep but felt more relaxed with Bumlet’s arms around your waist. You had felt a breath on your neck making you shiver before Bumlets’ face was nuzzled into your neck as he pulled you closer making you blush. After a while your body had been more relaxed and fell asleep peacefully in his arms. Throughout the night with the both of you moving your head was now in Bumlets’ chest and your legs were intertwined as you both slept comfortably for the first time for the both of you making you sleep through the morning bell. “Well what do we have here huh?” You heard making you groan until you remembered where you were. “Hey Bum when did you get yourself a goil?” You heard the unmistakable voice of Race making you want to hide under the covers.

“Mind your business Racetrack.” You heard Bumlets scold as he unwrapped his arms around your waist and untangled his legs before getting up. “Hey Y/N Kid Blink told me you was havin’ a panic attack last night. You’s okay?” Crutchie asked as he walked over to you. “Yeah, Bumlets helped. I didn’t wanna bother you.” You explained as you both walked toward the circulation gate. “You never bother me. I’s just glad you have someone else that can help if I’s not there.” He explained and you nodded as you quietly got your papers and made your way to your selling spot.

“Hey Y/N!” You heard from behind you making you jump, but when you turned around you saw it was only Bumlets. “Mind if I sell with you today?” He asked and you shrugged nodding him over causing him to smile ear to ear. Throughout the day you had both stared at each other until one of you would catch the other staring. You had finished selling all your papers last and Bumlets had more time to stare at you without you noticing. “Y/N.” You heard from behind you as you handed your last paper out making you turn around. “Yeah?” You asked as you walked over to him putting the last of the money you earned into your pocket. “Do you wanna hang out before goin’ back to the lodgin’ house?” He asked nervousness evident in his voice making you look up at him and you saw him blushing and staring at his feet. “Sure. You don’t gotta ask to hang out Bum.” You laughed as you slightly shoved his shoulder.

“I don’t mean just hang out. I mean to hang out like… you as my goil hang out?” He asked making your eyes go wide as you felt your face start to heat up. “Why would you want someone like me to be your goil?” You asked him as you were now the one to stare at your feet. “You’s the best goil I’s ever met. If you’s think just ‘cause you got panic attacks makes you any less worthy of a guy then you’s wrong.” He explained as he lifted your chin making you look at him. “You don’t gotta lie you know.” You mumbled as you took a step back and you started to walk in the direction of the lodging house. “I ain’t lyin’ to you. Everyone one of us got somethin’ that we don’t like about ourselves. To me you is the strongest person I’s ever met.” He explained as he caught up with you.

The rest of the way back to the lodging house Bumlets had kept poking you and giving you a list of reasons why you were the best person ever, and the whole way back you had denied each and every statement he said. “You just gotta think about it. You’s got all the time you need to think about it.” He explained making you smile to yourself as you walked over to your bunk with him on your trail. “Okay. I’ll think about it.” You explained as you sat on your bed and Bumlets jumped on top of you in excitement making the both of you laugh staying like that till more of the boy had come back.

[peterpanfromlemonland]

can you write a fluffy bumlets (newsies 1992) x reader? it can be hcs or whatever you like more !!

Ah yes, Bumlets our favorite. This short might be a bit terrible because i have no idea how to write for our boy but I will do my best!

You sat crosslegged on an empty crate by the Navy Yard Pier as you awaited a certain someone. The afternoon summer sun warmed your skin, you watched as the seagulls flew above you, “Y/N?” a familiar voice chimed in.

“Hey, Bumlets!” you turned your head with a smile, “You actually came!”

“I wouldn’t miss spending time with you, Y/N,” the boy said as he sat besides you and placed down a bundle he was holding, “Not even for the world!” you smiled and reached over the crate to pull up a neatly wrapped bundle, the boy’s eyes lit up as he began doing the same. In your little bundle there were two roast beef and cheese sandwiches that you had prepared for the two of you and one of your father’s old canteens which was filled with apple juice.

In Bumlets’ bundle there were all sorts of pastries ranging from cookies, streusels, tarts and small cakes. You giggled at the sight of it, this was normal of Bumlets to bring sweets to a picnic- maybe that’s why he was so sweet?

“Here ya go,” Bumlets beamed as he handed you a chocolate chip cookie, “Fresh from the bakery!”

“Thanks,” you smiled as you handed him a sandwich, “To good health.”

“And to winning with the strike!”

“That too.” you giggled before placing a kiss on his cheek. “The good health and to the strike.” 

[newsie-softie]

Bumlets headcannon that he’s the type of best friend that will pack up snacks for you two to go to the lake at sunset and skip rocks across the water while you talk about life, death, and everything in between

[tiny-brooklyn-newsie]

i was watching 1992sies and i noticed that before they even met, Kid Blink touched Les’ shoulder as if they were already friends, which leads me to believe that he probably trusts kids and teenagers, but distrusts of all adults.

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how blind could Pulitzer be that he had to read the headline with a magnifying glass

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i love how race reads “baby born with two heads” and not ten minutes later he calls out “baby born with three heads!”

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I NEVER NOTICED THAT WHEN THEY WERE RUNNING FROM SNYDER THEY RAN THROUGH A LODGING HOUSE

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when David says that it’s getting late he was looking at his hand. i wonder why, it’s not like he’s got a watch. is he counting the lines in his hand? there’s 14 lines, must be 9pm

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just david bringing the boy to meet his parents after knowing him for less than 12 hours

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jack acting like such a celebrity during dinner

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jack has such a dumb face while looking at sarah, o sera que nadamas tiene la cara de pendejo?

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why are there so many scenes of david and jack that like… there’s no fucking way to see them as anything but romantic

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I JUST REMEMBERED THE KIDS WHO SLEEP OUTSIDE OF THE LODING HOUSE, THEY SLEEP THERE BECAUSE THEY CANT PAY FOR A BED INSIDE

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jack’s cowboy hat.

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if i ever want to learn a choreography, i want it to be the one that jack dances during santa fe

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“you don’t know hearst like i know hearst” “now i know tony like i know me”

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i don’t know who’s performance of “They jacked up the price” Kid Blinks’s or Oscar’s

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there’s this one newsie in the world will know that i keep thinking is bumlets but bumlets is later shown, which leads me to think it’s oscar’s actor

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kid blink jumping on the gate

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i think the real hoity tighty one is Jonathan

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i love with everything i’ve got the fact that they mentioned the war in cuba and that bastard, castro

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spot and long johns

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them brooklyn boys in the background

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tHe cAIn

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spot was right. music to my ears

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jack pressing his face on that window, must be dirty as fuck

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denton looked so hurt that he could help crutchie

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the way crutchie nods when jack asked if they hurt him

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that first open the gates and seize the day

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i like how the younger newsies play the drums while the older newsies do that sick ass dance

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the second set of scabs look a lot older

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BROOKLYN!

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that nostril flare of Spot’s

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the way spot and jack act like they’re old friends

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Spot Conlon at the gate

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Denton’s JACK BOYS FREEZE

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how Spot and Blink were hugging and looked all caught in the picture

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all them words, Boots doesn’t know how to read-

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Skittery

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Spot and his cup

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Kid Blink

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Jack’s Nobbin with all the muckety mucks

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Dadton

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also spot’s way too girly hair for the 1800’s and the fact that no one mentions it because they’re already scared of him, now imagine saying something like that

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Spot and that other newsies’ handshake

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how come Denton can pay for himself, rent, food, and all them kids?

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to our man denton and his groan

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crutchie was so sad when snyder found out he knew jack, that scene was just as sad as letter from the refuge

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crutchie’s tremble from his fear

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Dutchy doing that sign except he had already used it before

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Kloppman protecting the newsies, they don’t pay him enough

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jack totally not creepily sitting right outside where sarah was sleeping

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i like how they show jack’s insecurities, like when he seeks reassurance

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JACK AND SARAH LOOK LIKE A YOUNG BRUCE WAYNE AND YOUNG THALIA AL GHOUL ANSMXNSJNAKS

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“i believe you know him because… you appointed him!”

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don’t you hate it when you growl but it sounds like “eee”

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the entire rally

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Spot on court

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is denton rich or something?

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Jack doesn’t have a shiner, he got punched in the chin

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you two know each other. ain’t that nice?

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i wonder if bale would still have acted as Batman if he hadn’t done newsies

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Judge Monagam has such pale blue eyes it’s alien

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ace war correspondent? he must be of high value. he was probably already rich.

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denton putting his own needs before other’s shows how truly mature and honest he is. if he were real, there’d be a slight hope for humanity.

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Boots came out of no where

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if i remember correctly, one of the newsies had ice in his cup, in 1899?

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what the hell is sauerkraut

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how tumbler was fighting someone and Skittery asked him if he was okay

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that whole scab jack scene

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how ALL the boys have to keep Spot from going to kill Jack

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jack got to keep the half of the money that pulitzer gave him

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where did jack get all dressed up?

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how did sarah know it was denton’s paper

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how come the jacobs family can’t afford a house with more than two rooms, but they can afford paintings?

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whatever happened to those boys who used to help manage the printing press? i don’t think they’re newsies?

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that whole attacking david’s family and that entire scene is way too cliche and just bad to be enjoyed to be honest

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oh yay david bien machista coming to the rescue

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jack only cares about sarah in this scene

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all of once and for all. these lyrics and this entire song.

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“denty”

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MUSH CALLING KID BLINK “KID”

also

the big blow out

also

BROOKLYN

also

love that “girls want rights” sign

also

BROOKLYN

also

you can see the residue of the old script with Les and Jack’s relationship

also

extra extra joe

also

the way that pulitzer shows signs of autism

also

jack’s an idiot but his iq is good.

he learns something, and uses it.

also

i want a relationship with my brother like these newsies have with the others.

also

a police officer took crutchie’s crutch and he just magically stood up to close snyder’s door of the carriage, and then in the next scene a newsie has it

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TEDDY ROOSEVELT!

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the newsies face when jack asks if teddy can take him to the train

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how come david, les, and sarah aren’t back at school

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THE DIFFERENCE IN THE SIGNING FROM THE FIRST AND LAST SONG

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did sarah and david forget they’re siblings?

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they’re so excited to have him back

also

“besides i’ve got family here” the most romantic scene i’ve ever seen

also

Spot ridin’ with Teddy back to Brooklyn is my favorite thing in the world.

also

JACK GAVE HIS COWBOY HAT TO LES IN THE LAST SCENE RIGHT BEFORE THE CREDITS

[goodolreliable-crows]

Nightmares and confessions 

Bumswiftery cuz this ship needs more content.

Smoking cw

Skittery stood in the bathroom area of the lodge, debating whether pumping water to wash his face would be too loud and wake the other boys. It was late, although he didn’t know the exact time. He had been trying to save up for a pocket watch but never could scrap together the funds. Judging by the soft sounds of the boys deep in slumber in the next room over and the crescent moon in the sky, he determined it was around midnight. 

He had woken up clammy from a nightmare and didn’t feel like trying to fall asleep again. He had seen some of the other boys have nightmares- Blink mostly, who frequently woke up screaming at any hours of the night before Mush had to rush over and comfort him. He never had dreams like that, which he was thankful for. He couldn’t imagine what that boy had been through to continue to be tortured by his own mind like that. 

The nightmares he had were just vague unsettling things that continuously crept over his mind the rest of the day, or at least until he snatched a cigar from someone. They were usually about improbable, sometimes childish things he felt guilty for letting bother him- monsters, his little brother getting hurt, or his family finding out something about him that he didn’t want anyone knowing. 

Not that he had any secrets that bothered him like that. That’s what he told himself. 

He decided it wasn’t worth it to get water, instead leaning his elbows on the trough and setting his head against his forearms. The cool breeze from the early spring rainstorm drifting in from the drafty windows felt nice against the clammy, bare skin of his back. 

He just wanted to sleep. He was so tired every day no matter what he did. 

After a few silent moments, listening to the rain, he felt the warmth of fingertips creep suddenly onto his shoulder. He jumped up, turning around and instinctively taking a defensive position with his fists balled. It was dark, but the curly mop of brown hair, hazel-green eyes, and toned muscles, visible even through his undershirt, told him who it was. Swifty was always doing that, sneaking up behind people and startling them whether he meant it or not. He was too nimble, too light on his feet. 

“Jeez, what’d ya do that for?” Skittery  whispered furiously, his face growing hot as he wished he had pulled on a shirt when he was leaving his bunk.

“Sorry, wanted to make sure you’s ok,” Swifty whispered back, his cheeks slightly red. 

Of course it had to be Swifty, Skittery thought to himself. Swifty had to be the one to wake up, when he was one of the two causing all these problems in the first place. 

Skittery didn’t blame the two boys for the feelings he got. It wasn’t their fault that he got lost in his head whenever Bumlets flipped his hair out of his face, or that he got a funny feeling in his stomach when Swifty adjusted his clothes. And it certainly wasn’t their fault for that sour, jealous mood that he couldn’t seem to shake after he walked into the lodge early one day, finding Bumlets being pushed up against the wall by Swifty, kissing his neck with his hands at his waist. 

That wasn’t his business. He just wanted a lover- he was jealous for the relationship they had, that was all. He wasn’t going to let his silly envy get in the way of his friendship, or let it bother whatever they had going on. 

“Can’t sleep?”

“No.” 

Skittery watched as Swifty sat down on the weathered floorboards, much to his dismay, his dangling suspenders clattering on the hardwood. He wasn’t in the mindset to stay up with someone. He glanced back to his empty bunk, briefly pondering if he could return to it without seeming rude. He decided against it, reluctantly joining the boy on the floor and crossing his legs. 

“You sick or something? You felt hot,” He asked softly. Swifty knew how hard it was to get Skittery into a conversation when he didn’t initiate it. It was somewhat of a skill, trying to carefully word his sentences to draw him in. Unfortunately, he was still groggy himself, meaning he wasn’t as slick with his tongue as he could be. 

“No, just had a nightmare,” the tall boy mumbled back. 

“You wanna tell me about it?” Swifty patiently asked. 

“Already forgetting it.” 

Swifty nodded, resigning himself to the fact that he wasn’t going to get much of a conversation out of him. After a beat of silence, he dug around in the pockets of his shorts and procured a cigarette, offering it to him. Skittery’s gaze flicked from it back to the other boy's eyes, before taking it from him and setting it in the corner of his mouth. 

After successfully striking a match and lighting the cigarette, tendrils of smoke curling into the air, he leaned back on his elbows and looked Swifty up and down. 

“What about you, huh? What are you doin’ up so early?” 

“Just couldn’t sleep. Have a lot going on in my head,” he answered, somewhat relieved that the cigarette seemed to do the trick to get Skittery out of his shell, at least a little bit. 

He hesitated for a moment, as if deciding whether he gave a fulfilling answer, before holding out the lit cigarette, embers glowing bright in the otherwise dark room. Swifty eyed him curiously, his bright eyes picking out details of the other boy's body best as he could in the darkness. 

“When I get nightmares I cozy up to Bumlets, ya know. You ain’t got someone like that? A gal or a fella or nothin’?” Swifty asked, after passing the cigarette back. 

Skitterys expression stiffened as he tried to ignore the knot forming in his stomach. 

“No, I ain't got a gal like that. And I ain’t like you either.” 

“Like me?” The curly haired boy replied, his eyebrows raising. 

“Ya know with the,” Skittery’s eyes darted to the floor, unable to meet his eyes. “With the fellas.” 

Swifty pulled his legs against his chest, narrowing his eyes. “Well jeez, that ain’t what I was askin’.” 

“It ain’t your business.” 

Swifty sighed, knowing he had ruined what little softness he had pried out of him. “Don’t see how. You’s a looker, Skits.” 

Skittery felt his face flush, accompanied by a strange fluttering in his chest. He hated it. These feelings were stupid, impractical, and most importantly, could never be replicated. Swifty had Bumlets. They were happy together, and Skittery would just have to suck it up and bear through the agony that came with seeing them cuddling at night, or exchange kisses on the cheek in the morning, or playfully ruffle each other’s hair before buying papers. 

It had never occurred to him how much these things bothered him until he had Swifty all to himself, with nothing else but a shared cigarette and that wretched insomnia. 

“I’m going to try to sleep,” Skittery mumbled suddenly, Standing up and heading back towards the threshold between the bathroom and the bunks. In one motion, Swifty grabbed his wrist, pulled him back, and pinned his waist to the counter, gazing up at his face through the thick darkness. 

“What the hell’s up with you lately, John?” He whispered furiously, tightening his grip below his ribs. Skittery stood like a statue, his mouth gaping open as he prayed his weak knees would hold him. Their chests were almost touching, and he could feel the steady rise and fall of his stomach against his own in the brief eternity before he could cough out an answer. 

“Nothin’”, he said, his voice coming out small. His heart drummed as he watched a lock of Swifty's hair uncurl itself from his bangs and fall neatly onto his forehead. His eyes glistened in the shadows, filled with suspicion and curiosity.

“Nothings goin’ on with me, why’d you think that?” 

“I dunno, maybe how you can’t seem to stand being around me during the day?” 

Skittery took a breath, his arms glued to his sides. “It’s just me bein’ dumb, alright? Don’t worry about it.” 

“Worry about it?! Skits you...” he slowly released his grip, his hands trailing down from his waist to his hips. “You ain’t...”

“I ain’t what,” Skittery breathed, barely audible over his heartbeat.  

And in a split second, Swifty closed the gap between their mouths, his eyes fluttering shut as Skittery’s hands found their way onto the back of his neck. It was a tender, slow kiss, filled with questions and curiosity. Every thought or strange feeling left over from his nightmare had vanished. He wasn't sure if the rain was still falling- he couldn't hear a thing. Skittery discovered the other boy's lips were surprisingly silky, and he pulled away, chest heaving, with a fruity taste on his tongue. 

“Why the hell did ya do that?” Skittery said quietly, his fingers biting into the shorter boy’s shoulders. 

He shrugged in response, apparently more agitated from his response than alarmed from kissing his friend. 

“I don’t get you, Victor,” he said uneasily as he saw Swifty’s face drifting up towards his again. 

“Stop.” He pushed him away by his shoulders, struggling to put space in between them. “We can’t do this, Vic, what the hell is wrong with you?” 

“Do I really gotta walk you through why it’s ok to kiss a fella?”He answered in a bemused tone. 

“It ain’t that, Swifty!” he said furiously, forgetting to lower his voice. “You think I don’t wanna do that every time I see ya?! You think I've been putting myself through this shit for nothin’? I ain’t meant for romance. And whatever feelings that gave me ain’t exactly exclusive to you either. I couldn’t make no one happy like they want me to. Nothin’ like that will ever work out for me.” He shoved him away, walking a few paces towards the windows. “And how could ya do somethin’ like this to a sweet fella like Bumlets?!” he added, his voice quiet again. 

Swifty was strangely composed, standing straight up with his hands in his pant pockets. It was strange to see his friend like this. Skittery always spent most of his time contemplating everything, analyzing conversations and movements to make sure he was completely understanding what was going on. He never let a thing go misinterpreted. He was better with being told things straight out- it surprised Swifty that a kiss, which to Skittery might’ve meant anything, for once got his point across efficiently. 

“That’s what you’s worked up about? That I kissed you while I still got Bumlets?” He asked, collected despite the fact his heart was still racing. “Me and him have been talkin’, Skits. He likes you too.”

The other boy froze, the words sending a peculiar feeling down his spine. “What do ya mean by that?” 

“I mean he likes ya, I like ya, and we like each other.” He slowly approached him, as if to not startle him away. “I’m sayin’ if you wanna be in on whatever we got going on,” he trailed off, tenderly slipping his arms around his waist again. 

“Ya mean it, Victor? You two…” he mumbled tentatively, his own hands creeping onto his midsection. 

And before he knew it they were kissing again, searing and passionate. It was something that happened on instinct, a thing Skittery didn’t let control him very often. It was as relieving as it was terrifying. 

Skittery pulled away abruptly, responding to Swifty's confused expression by holding a finger to his lips. He peered over him through the darkness at all the boys seemingly still asleep in the next room over. They were too visible for his liking, especially since he knew many of them pretended to be asleep to pry into others' business. 

He grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him into one of the bathroom stalls, where they whispered little confessions in between long kisses, all the way till light started shining in from under the door and the clamor of waking boys told them they were moments from being discovered.

__________

The next day was gray, with rain that sprinkled heavily on and off. Normally, this would send Skittery into a worse mood than usual, causing him to barely get any papers sold, rather spending his day under shop awnings with the stack over his head. However he barely noticed the rain, and although his mouth was in a tight line and his eyebrows furrowed, there was a pink tinge to his cheeks that he couldn’t get rid of. 

He remembered saying a lot to Swifty the night before, mostly embarrassing, sappy things that he carried on his shoulders with an air of shame. He remembered something about being in love, something about his heart melting when he sees Bumlets, something about him not being able to believe that the two handsomest guys in the lodge liked him. Recalling it made him cringe. He couldn’t believe he would let his guard down like that now that he was out of the moment. 

He knew he had to talk to Bumlets soon and work out his feelings for him as he did with Swifty, but he could barely stand to be in the same room with either of them. He left early, turning away after hearing one of them call his name. He was aware he was just avoiding something that would have to be dealt with eventually. He was no good with feelings, or change for that matter. 

Luckily the opportunity presented itself sooner than he preferred, when he settled on a bench under a damp umbrella in the park. It was a particularly heavy batch of rain, making him shiver no matter how tight he pulled his coat around him. He suddenly felt himself sandwiched by warmth, one of the boys on each side of him. 

“Hey Skits,” he heard Bumlets say, although his gaze stayed fixed on the patch of ground in front of him. “Heard you was bein’ sweet with my fella last night,” he said in an amused tone, hitting his shoulder with his own. 

Skittery felt paralyzed, staying silent as both boys looked at him expectantly. He felt a raindrop snake down his neck and down his collar. 

“Why don’t ya tell Bumlets some of those things you told me last night,” Swifty added once it was clear that he wasn’t going to respond. 

“Won’t you two leave me alone till later,” he finally answered, snapping his head up and looking at the boy on the right. He immediately regretted it. Bumlets’ damp bangs were drooping onto his forehead, his brown eyes illuminated curiously by the  raindrops coming down. His shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing his collarbone dotted with freckles. 

“We ain’t gonna leave you alone, Skits, not with weather as romantic as this!” He motioned wildly with his hand, collecting a few raindrops in his palm before drying it off on Skittery’s knee. “But we also ain’t gonna pressure you or nothin, right Bumlets?” Swifty added. 

Skittery let both boys set their arms around him, although his shoulders were stiff and his face was hot. The three sat there, listening to each other breathing for hours with their arms tangled. The tall boy in the middle indulged himself just a little bit more by the minute, letting himself grow comfortable between them. He knew that's what he wanted. He knew that that’s what he had been dreaming about subconsciously for a lot longer than he cared to admit. It would take time for him to adjust, as it always did for him with new experiences and changes of his life. 

But he was trying to get better at change. Maybe that’s why he let Swifty kiss his cheek, after checking that the rain had driven everyone out of the park. Maybe that’s why he let Bumlets take his waist and kiss him softly, when the moment felt right. And that’s why they walked back to the lodge, shivering, with their arms still hooked around each other, the tallest boy feeling on top of the world.

[newsiesimagines]

Newsies Imagines #10

[emmedoesntdomath]

Bumlets 😚😚😚

oh, bumlets. my sweet child.

first of all, go read the bumlets appreciation post that @itteryskay reblogged like,,, forever and a day ago (the OP has since deleted their account). it’s amazing, I love it, and there’s a good deal about dominic lucero (the actor who played bumlets in 92sies), who tragically passed at 26, two years after the movie premiered.

ok, so- bumlets. here’s me acknowledging that I’m predictable as shit, and we’re going to delve into his name. a ‘bum’ doesn’t actually refer to a lazy person, but to the butt of a cigar. also, when one says ‘can I bum a cigar?’ they’re asking if they can have one. when calling bumlets- well, bumlets, they’re essentially saying that he’s either known for smoking cigars (like race) OR that he had a bad/funny experience with them.

and, well. you know me. imma go with the second option.

what I think happened is a lil’ something like this- when he first became a newsie (and I’d say it was around 12/13), bumlets REALLY wanted to make friends, because he had a harder time trying to do that when he went to school (his family was firmly lower middle class, and his clothes tended to reflect that. the other kids…had some thoughts they deemed appropriate to share about this matter). and all of the cool, older guys smoked, right? so bumlets was like, hey! I should do that! (no, sir.) and so one day he just- took?? the butt??? of someone else’s used cigar????? and tried to smoke it??????????? (ha. notice how I said tried?) when he got caught, he was bent over, hacking and wheezing, trying to get the awful taste of smoke out of his lungs. hence, ‘bumlets’.

now, since he was played by dominic lucero (who was latino, according to different sources I’ve found), and he doesn’t have another name given to him by the fandom, I’ve taken it upon myself to dub him michael herrera (which means ‘iron worker’, so it could be a last name acquired when his parents- who probably planned on working in the factories- traveled through ellis island and had to go through customs). not saying we have to use this name, but I am saying I’M using this name from now on. so.

ok, if you’ve made it this far, buckle up pronto. because my favorite bit of ALL of my bumlets hcs (and believe me, I have more. he’s easily one of my favorites, if not tied for first), is who I ship him with. alright, you ready?

…

*clears throat so I can yell this REALLY loudly*

BUMLETS/SKITTERY IS MY LIFE BLOOD AND YOU CAN’T ROB ME OF THAT. LIKE- 92SIES GAVE US SOME GOOD SHIPS- JAVEY, SPRACE (ralbert fans, I love you, too, but this ain’t that show), SARAH WITH ABSOLUTELY NO ONE BECAUSE KATH ISN’T AROUND YET- BUT BUMLETS AND SKITTERY????????? MY HEART. THEY ARE LITERALLY THE BLACK CAT/GOLDEN RETRIEVER COUPLE OF 92SIES. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL OK

[what-goesaround-comesaround]

Imagine, the newsies put on a variety show :

(Are these all based on personal events? 100%)

Jack asks Medda if they can put on a variety/talent show in her theatre for fun with the reasoning "for the kids!". Medda agrees wholeheartedly and organises an evening for them all to preform.

Jack and the others continue to invite all of the adults who are either parental figures or are just vaguely nice to them, including Kloppman, Hannah, Seitz, the Bowery Beauties, Toby the Candy Butcher, Mr. Jacobi, Medda's stage hands, David's parents ect. Denton is entrusted with recording the show and takes his job very seriously. Racetrack even invited Wiesel as a joke and took bets to see if he came or not (he didn't but no one lost money on that)

Now for the acts :

• First up we have a rendition of Country Roads by John Denver led by Jack, featuring Kid Blink, Mush, Boots, Crutchie and Specs on several instruments (Mush borrowed Race's kazoo). They practiced until 3am the night before on their various instruments leading to Skittery dousing water on Jacks head the next day as revenge.

• Next, a play about the tellitubbies being murdered by their hoover, complete with ukulele music, starring the younger newsies aka Les (as the hoover) Ten Pin, Snipeshooter, Tumbler and Swifty. Sarah provided the ukulele music as the sun and Skittery played a tree in background because the younger newsies bullied him into it. (This is oddly specific for a reason lmao) Some adults were left with several questions afterwards.

• After that comes a very interesting rendition of "That's what makes you beautiful" by Bumlets, Itey, Dutchy, Snoddy and Snitch each preforming as a member of One Direction with name tags to signal who's who. (There was a very loud disagreement about who's be Harry last night. Let's just say Bumlets won)

• Now for David who kept saying he wouldn't participate but is reluctantly forced into it by Sarah, Jack and Les and continues to recite the Element Song flawlessly, surprising everyone. Didn't even need the lyrics, he's that good.

• Up next, a magic act starring Racetrack and Albert, as his lovely (begrudging) assistant! They weren't allowed to to saw Albert in half but did manage a pretty cool vanishing act, making all of the younger newsies ask for magic lessons and everyone else being equally astonished.

• After that comes Super Bass preformed by Smalls while Sniper plays Pachelbel's Cannon In D on the violin. (Smalls recited the clean version per Medda's request)

• Next up is Buttons doing a puppet act with puppets he made himself! His ventriloquist skills are pretty amazing, he even made a puppet of Pulitzer! (Katherine asked for a commissioned copy of him after the show, she couldn't get over how funny and well made it was)

• Now for the Brooklyn newsies. They do an ensemble performance featuring Spot, Long John, Hotshot, York, Myron, Bart, Rafaela, Joey and more. What they perform you may ask? Oh a little dance called "An Dreoilín". It's chaos. Race and Jack jump in towards the end (they also know the dance and song?) and soon everyone'd clapping along. If you haven't heard of it before, look it up on YouTube, the music is brilliant.

• After that comes Bill and Darcy and their own duet of the song "I am the Very Model of a Modern Major General" which they perform frighteningly well. Let's be honest, they sort of are Gilbert and Sullivan and have been waiting for ages to show this party trick off.

• Next up, Jingle Bell Rock but it's the Mean Girls version made even more interesting by Romeo, Jojo, Elmer and Finch. (Do I need to even say who's Regina?) We even have Medda dancing along pretending to be the "cool mom" and Jojo kicking the boom box over, meaning everyone starts singing along. It's the perfect recreation.

• Now for Jake and Pie-Eater doing impressions! Characters included : Jake impersonating Jack with a cheap sparkly cowboy hat (bought an hour before performing), muttering about Santa Fe for 3 minutes straight. Next was Pie-Eater pretending to be Kloppman and Jake as Skittery in the mornings having their banter. They took on requests such as the Delancey Brothers, Wiesel and even Spot (requested by Race. Pie-Eater had trained for this moment and did not disappoint) Jake and Pie-Eater spoke with the right cadences in their voices and perfect body language. Scary impressive stuff.

• Katherine next. She deadpan gets up and switches on her background music ; "We didn't start the fire" and sings it by memory. She makes sure to point at Spot and the rest of the Booklyn newsies when singing "Brooklyn's got a winning team" during the 7th verse. Absolutely deadly.

• Last but not least we have Henry, Mike, Ike, Tommy Boy, Splasher, Coffee Bean and Barney Peanuts performing a rousing version of "Lay all your love on me" from Mamma Mia, matching flippers and everything. Soon everyone's joined in and they all finish with singing "Dancing Queen" with Jack putting a little too much emphasis on the lyrics "only 17".

All in all, a successful evening with the promise from Denton they'll all get a copy of the show sent to them after he makes a few edits (I told you he took this seriously)

Did I do it? Did I mention all the newsies? Seriously, this was an exercise in how many characters I could remember.

[chaosfairy18]

Making another Bumlets drawing rn and I'm just imagining them behind me the entire time:

[80s90smovies]

Dating Bumlets Would Include...

for my anon that requested it!!

so so happy to write for my newsie boys <3

Bumlets was attracted to you the moment Jack introduced you to the boys

However, he kinda figured that if you were interested in any of them, it’d be someone like Blink or Jack or David

So he was prepared to settle for being acquaintances

But you refused

You were overly nice to him, constantly bringing him into conversations and asking him how he was doing

He didn’t really understand why you picked him to be so close with, but he wasn’t complaining

It took a solid two minutes for him to develop a fat crush on you

And it took a solid two more for him to tell you

There was no beating around the bush; he told you how he felt and figured you could just be friends if you didn’t feel the same way and he’d move on

But then you agreed to let him take you on a date, and he had never been so happy

When you start dating, no one is really surprised in the slightest bit

You become super close with the rest of the newsies, but no one comes remotely close to matching your bond with Bumlets

You’re constantly running your fingers through his hair, moving it away from his eyes so you can see them

You absentmindedly pluck at his suspenders when you two are sitting around doing nothing

Sometimes you just really can’t match his energy, so you settle for watching him gallivant around with Skittery and Blink

He’s constantly pulling you to your feet for impromptu slow dances and twirls

Swinging your arms when you hold hands

Being selling partners after the strike

Stealing kisses when he’s least expecting it, only to have him chase after you to get another

You seem to have the most energy when he has the least, so on the rare occasion that he wants to just cuddle a nap, you’re constantly peppering kisses all over his face and tugging at his shirt

When he kisses you, he always cups your face with both of his hands

He picks you flowers and tucks them behind your ear

Sometimes on particularly slow days, you two have races down alleyways 

You fall asleep in his arms more than you fall asleep in your own bed

He wakes you up by kissing your jawline and whispering in your ear

During the winter you wear some of his clothes over your own because they’re big and warm

He jumps in front of you any time Oscar or Morris come around, even if they aren’t paying you any attention

You rub his shoulder to calm him down when he’s anxious or nervous

He constantly tells you that you deserve better than him, but he doesn’t plan on ever letting you go.

[1899-newsboy-strike]

How about 15, 102, and 81 with Skittery x Bumlets :0?

15 - Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that

81 - Was I really that drunk?

102 - Kiss me

A Kiss to Remember - Modern Skittery x Bumlets Imagine

Warnings: talks about drinking, drunk Bumlets, mentions throwing up

Summary: Skittery and Bumlets go to one of Spot’s famous parties, causing Bumlets to get drunk off his ass, and he confesses his feelings to Skittery.

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Bumlets had never been much of a drinker, but tonight was different. He was done hiding his feelings for Skittery, but he never had the courage to tell him how he felt. Anytime Bumlets came close to telling Skittery how he felt, he would always change his mind at the last minute not wanting to ruin their ten year friendship. Tonight Bumlets wanted to forget about his feelings so he could have a good time with the rest of his friends and not spend the whole night hopelessly pinning over his best friend. He didn’t plan to be as drunk as he currently was, because he could hardly even walk around without bumping into his friends.

“Hey Bum, who thought it was a good idea to keep giving you drinks?” Skittery joked as he helped keep Bumlets standing as soon as he bumped into him. “Spot… I um…” Bumlets started but had stopped, trying to think of what he was trying to say. “Wanted to have fun.” Bumlets finished as he patted his friend’s chest. “Okay, I think it’s time to get you home.” Skittery laughed as he started pulling him toward the front door but Bumlets stopped him. “No, the party’s fun.” Bumlets protested trying to stop his best friend from pulling him away from the party. “Bumlets I will carry you out of here if you don’t come with me.” Skittery threatened making Bumlets grumble as they both made their way out the door.

“If you feel like you’re going to throw up, please tell me.” Skittery explained as he helped Bumlets in the passenger side of his car. “Wait! What about your car?” Bumlets asked as he pulled Skittery’s hand. “I got a ride from Katherine, it’s fine.” He explained before carefully closing the door and making his way to the driver’s side. Bumlets couldn’t help but feel jealous as he thought about Skittery being with Katherine. “What were you doing with Katherine?” Bumlets asked as soon as Skitery opened the door. “We were talking about something.” Skittery explained leaving it at that leaving Bumlets to think about it the whole ride back to his house.

“You were supposed to wait for me to help you out of the car.” Skittery laughed as he saw Bumlets on the floor. “Took too long.” Bumlets grumbled as he grabbed Skittery’s outstretched hand to stand back up. They both finally got inside Bumlet’s apartment with minimal issues before Skittery took Bumlets to his room. “Stay here. I’m going to get you water.” Skittery explained making Bumlets pout to himself as he laid back on his bed. “You okay?” Skittery asked as he walked back in seeing Bumlets hanging halfway off his bed. “Up you go.” Skittery grunted as he tried to lift Bumlets in a sitting position.

“What’s up? You never drink.” Skittery explained as he handed Bumlets the glass of water before sitting next to him on the bed. “I wanted, I mean I was talking to Spot about my problem and how I wanted to have fun, and he said drinking would make me have fun, and he was right.” Bumlets laughed drinking the water before placing it on his nightstand. “What problem?” Skittery asked but Bumlets stayed silent. “Come on Bum. You can talk to me.” Skittery reassured him as he put his hand on Bumlets shoulder. “You.” Bumlets said quietly, making Skittery confused. “Me?” He asked making Bumlets groan.

“Yes you! You’re always in my head! I can never stop thinking about you. I’ve liked you for as long as I can remember and not being able to be with you just sucks, and then sometimes you just do things and I just wish I could walk right up to you and kiss you!” Bumlets exclaimed his arms flailing about until he realized what he just said and covered his mouth in shock. “Skittery, I’m sorry I-” Bumlets started to say but Skittery cut him off. “It’s okay. I’ve liked you for a long time too. It’s actually what I was talking to Katherine about.” He explained making Bumlets even more shocked than he was before.

“You do?” He whispered as he scooted closer to his best friend. “Yeah, of course I do. I wouldn’t lie to you.” Skittery said as he smiled at Bumlets. “Kiss me?” Bumlets asked Skittery with a desperate look in his eyes. “You’re drunk. Ask me again in the morning.” Skittery explained as he could still smell the alcohol on his breath. As he was about to get up from the bed to sleep on the couch Bumlets stopped him. “Stay? Please?” He asked as he held onto his arm. “Yeah. Just get some sleep okay?” Skittery explained as he turned off the light before climbing into Bumlets’ bed, both of them facing away from each other as they tried and sleep.

“What’s wrong?” Skittery asked turning around after a five minutes of Bumlets tossing and turning. “Can’t get comfortable. Too much to think about.” He explained as he faced Skittery. “Come here.” Skittery said as he held his arms out for Bumlets, but only received a questioning look. “Just come here.” He motioned him over and Bumlets finally scooted closer as Skittery wrapped his arms around his waist. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that and not on thinking.” Skittery said as he rubbed Bumlets’ back slowly. “Thanks Skittery.” Bumlets whispered softly as he nuzzled closer into his chest falling asleep after a few minutes.

Bumlets woke up to an empty bed and the sun shining in his face making him groan. He couldn’t even think about how he got home when he suddenly felt nauseous making him fly off his bed and into his restroom as he threw up. He stayed on the restroom floor for a while until he heard shuffling in his room. He was about to get up until he saw Skittery leaning against the doorframe. “Good afternoon sunshine.” Skittery joked as he saw Bumlets on the floor. “What time is it?” He asked as he grabbed the sink pulling himself up before brushing his teeth. “It’s almost two… so you like me huh?” Skittery asked making Bumlets look up at him through the mirror with wide eyes.

“Was I really that drunk? I told you I liked you?” He asked, putting his head in his hands trying to remember anything. “Yeah. Remember what I told you?” Skittery asked biting his lip and he watched as Bumlets shook his head in response. “I said that I like you too.” He responded quietly, hoping Bumlets would hear him and he wouldn’t have to repeat it again. “Oh.” Bumlets whispered in shock as his head began to pound and he grabbed it as he tried to think. “Here. I got you some aspirin and water.” Skittery explained receiving a small thank you from Bumlets as he walked over grabbing the pills and water that had been on his nightstand. “I also made you some breakfast if you’re hungry. It’s on the stove.” He continued before they both walked out of the bedroom.

“Do you really like me? Or was that just you drunk talking?” Skittery asked as they both ate in what had been an awkward silence. “I do. I have ever since high school.” Bumlets confirmed, blushing in embarrassment. “Well I’m glad you finally told me, even if you were drunk while you did it.” Skittery smiled softly looking down at his plate. “So… do you want to go out sometime?” Bumlets asked him his voice full of hope as he looked at his long time crush sitting across from him. “Yeah, yeah I’d really like that.” Skittery nodded as they both smiled at each other like love struck idiots.

“I better get going. I stayed to make sure you were okay.” Skittery explained as he finished helping Bumlets with the dirty dishes both of them made. “Thanks for that. I really appreciate it.” Bumlets said as he walked Skittery to the front door. “Do you need a ride?” He asked as Skittery turned to face him. “No, I’ll be fine.” He smiled stopping him self before he left. “Oh and Bum.” He said making Bumlets hum in response as he stared at the boy in front of him. Skittery grabbed Bumlets by the shirt before pulling him in for the most passionate kiss either of them had ever experienced. “That’s for last night.” Skittery said as he pulled away making Bumlets stand there in shock as he watched Skittery walk away with the biggest smirk on his face.