#bumlets

[yentlnoctis]

finished Bumlets drawing :D

first draft

ref pic:

[definitelycabinone]

he's saying hi btw, wave him back

[sofietrophied]

OK PLEASE DRAW BUMLETS HES SO PRETTY

hmmm...

(@definitelycabinone ik u like him)

[bumlets-appreciation-blog]

This part right here, where Bumlets tries to push Boots away from the incoming cops never fails to break my heart. I think I've said this before but Bumlets definitely blames himself for Boots getting arrested and thinks he should have "protected him better"

[newsies-confessions-blog]

submitted by: anonymous

[atreyusgirlyay]

Annoyed Dominic meme I made

[chaosfairy18]

It is my birthday and I am gifting myself: posting this hot Bumlets drawing I made months ago for a fic I still only have 1.5 chapters of. But he needs to be shared, I can't lock him away forever, he needs to be seen!

Rejoice around Bartender Bumlets and have a great day!

Snipped because you all deserve gifts today:

Without really looking at anything else, Skittery just went straight to the bar, only noting that the bartender was with his back to Skittery, serving some couple and then putting his head on his folded arms on the bar top. Two hours. Maybe three. Then it would be too late for his roommate-best-friends to pull him anywhere else that night. Maybe he’d even be too buzzed to think much about it.

“Hey there.”, a smooth voice greeted, tapping lightly on the wood next to Skittery’s head. Looking up, Skittery felt his throat instantly clog up at the sight of the breathtakingly handsome bartender in front of him.

The bar wasn’t the best-lit thing he’d ever seen, so his eyes were even darker than they must normally be, some smudged eyeshadow only drawing Skittery in more, his slightly longer hair pinned back on one side, revealing a dangling silver earring there. He didn’t even have enough time to take in his sleeveless mesh shirt – and arms – when the bartender spoke again.

“Anything you want to drink, pretty boy?”

Stuttering for a few moments before getting out anything coherent, Skittery slapped his ID on the table way harder than planned. “Touchdown.”

The bartender smirked at bit but took his ID to check if he was actually allowed to serve him, looking back and forth a few times for the picture.

His smile as he handed it back was even more disarming, somehow. “Then one Touchdown, coming right up. Did you play football or also just like the name of the drink?”, he asked, already pouring some colourful things into a glass.

“Uh. No. Just played soccer. No time now, with college.”

The bartender hummed. “Soccer players got nice legs I heard.”

If Skittery already had a drink, he’d have spit it out and made a fool of himself. Luckily, it was only almost done, hot bartender shaking it and then pouring it in the glass he’d already prepared with ice. Skittery thanked him and took a small sip, probably flushed and not already able to pretend it was from the alcohol.

[ren-chaos]

Daily reminder that I love Bumlets! 💙💙💙💙