I Had To Do A Prompt For My Art Class. Pick A Song And Create A Response To It (ex: Drawing).

what does hudson think of wally :0

Hudson appreciates Wally's work through and through!

He sees Wally as an ally, but can also see him as an advantage (stealing his keys before giving them back somehow).

Hudson rarely has any problem with Wally, but due to his short fuse, he might find Wally's cheerful presence an irritation!

Ranting

I'm so tired of comparing myself to others. I know it's stupid, but I really can't help it. All day goes like this: I should be tall like that guy. Oh, I should be as positive as that girl, I should be funny like that person.

I've changed a lot about myself and now I'm not sure if the guy I look like, is really me. I wish I could dress the way I want, but the social norms don't seem to let me (not without getting noticed and bullied by it). I want to wear suspenders! Why? I like vintage things! But even though it's freaking Halloween, I still got made fun of because I wore suspenders.

I need to wear my glasses daily. I know that. But do I wear them? No. Because I keep getting made fun of. I'm so sick and tired of all this. I wish it would end, but I know it won't really. I've even changed the way I've talked.

I wish people wouldn't make fun of people for something they can't control. IT'S SO FUCKING STUPID. I can't help it that I'm short! People know that. And yet: I keep getting made fun of, compared to, etc.

"I'm taller than you." They say. Buddy. You think I don't know that? "No offense, but you're really short." Oh no, really? "Yay! I'm taller than you!" I'm glad you feel better while you make me feel like shit. Yay!

I'm so tired of this. I'm tired of the way I look. I'm just really tired. I wish I was tall, but I'm not. I wish I was confident, but I'm not. I wish I was respected, but that's NOT gonna happen anytime soon.

I don't know. I'm just tired. And really frustrated.

“Heya! Sorry to bother, just wanted to stop by to uh… Check in. Hope you’re doin’ okay.” He set down a cup of coffee on Hudson’s desk, leaning back with his own cup.

~ @w-graves-nook

Hudson lifted his head from his desk, his eyes red and tired. He glanced at Ray, his lips pressed in a thin line.

He took the coffee and sipped it.

"Thanks...." he mumbled.

OMGOMG WRITING REQUESTS—

You know me, so I feel as if we can already predict my request…

How about either Jack & Sammy or Jack & Norman? No pressure ofc, I just love them both :3

Here ya go! (Lol I knew you meant drawing request)

Hope you like it!

Also shh..Norman shut it.

[Hudson took the pills from Ray's hand, putting a pause on his knife twirling. His eyes dull and blank as he placed the knife on the bed, swapping it out for the cup of water.]

"Yeah, they did. Cadets too."

"1932, I earned that badge fair and square at age 12."

[He swallowed the pills dry, before taking a sip of cold water. He would then place the glass on the nightstand, making a slight frown at the taste of bitterness in his mouth.]

"Kind of funny how productive I really was at Scouts. Despite the complications."

[It's calm and still in the story boarding Department. Well, minus the low groaning of the pipes and creaks of the old floorboards. The peace was cut short when the sound of a metal cart slamming into the wall shattered the moment. ]

"Son of a....." A voice slurred in a low grumble.

[Hudson carelessly tugged the cart back to him, almost clinging onto it for balance as his movements proved sluggish and wobbly. He glanced at Ray, his face flushed. He blew a strand of hair out of his face before picking up a yellow folder and flinging it right at Ray.]

"Take it."

“Hudson—uhm—” Ray stammered, briefly floundering with the folder before standing up, tossing it onto his desk and approaching Hudson.

“Jeez, what’s up with you—Are you drunk? What’s gotten into you?! You definitely can’t be drinkin’ on the job, imagine if a higher up found you like this…It’s not even inconspicuous…” Ray hissed worriedly, placing his hands on Hudson’s shoulders. “I know it’s not uncommon but that doesn’t—…sigh…What made you go and get pissed anyways?”

GUYS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE GREEK GODS APPROVES OF MY BLOG??!! *Happy dance*

@unnoticedunawarestillhere I can't send this to your inbox so Imma tag you in it :)

The day Betty decided that Wilson could do his own laundry. (As you can see my camera sucks.)

"It hurts that you ruined me."

BEAT HIS FUCKING ASS, HENDRIKS! REVENGE, REVENGEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Omg your art is so good! Your poses for this is great :3

NOW PUNCCCHHH HIMMMM

Yaknow what, since I can't punch him irl I made Hudson do it >:]

"polite..?!"

"I'll show you polite!!"

Trying to prove a point to my transphobic parents

Reblog if trans men are REAL, VALID AND HANDSOME MEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

Reblog if trans women are REAL, VALID, AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

And finally, because it's a part of my argument for this point, and also because they are,

Reblog if nonbinary and genderqueer people in general, are REAL, VALID, AND GORGEOUS PEOPLE, NO MATTER HOW THEY PASS