Trying To Prove A Point To My Transphobic Parents

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Appreciation and thanks should be offered to your decent character for all the help and support given during this dire and tough time due to the incredibly gruesome war over Gaza and its innocent little kids and women.

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I...don't know what to say?? I'm really sorry.

Your latest drawing has me curious (besides it being beautiful as usual). Who is your favorite band/singer? I know you’ve said you like retro, so do you listen to mostly older music? :3

(Thank you!!)

I do have a couple of singers/bands I like, for example:

Caravan Palace

AJR

Rare Americans

MISSIO

I do also like listening to 20's-40's music as I find it interesting!

If I were to pick a genre of music I really like: it would be electric swing! (I got into this genre when I watched Lackadaisy XD)

Merry Christmas to my moots!

For some of my moots, I could not find an OC, persona or anything to correctly represent them, but you guys are still important!

Those shown:

@flowysgonemad

@shypiemakesthings

@slaterdevil

@bladevoyager

@creationandcalamityau 's batim oc: Andrew Harper because yeah

@mildlybizarrecorvid

Happy Holidays, guys! And if you don't give a crap about Holidays, then happy perfectly normal Wednesday.

“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.

Cathy sighed, shaking her head in distaste. She gave Ray a mere glance, "Sorry. That would be my sparrow."

She marched over to the fence, a moving figure already coming into view as the trees were now having some distance between each other.

The figure happened to a young boy. His scout uniform was smooth, but dishevelled and dirty. One knee had a bandage while one knuckles had a bandage as well. The hat the boy was wearing was teetering at the edge of his scalp, threatening to fall off.

The boy gave his mother a quick glance, before scrambling to hop the fence, causing Cathy to already be on the move. She argued and scolded the boy in French, while the boy was already spitting back at her.

Cathy awkwardly glanced back at Ray, tugging her son off the fence and making him jump off. "Ray, this is Hudson."

"Hudson, this is Ray. You're going to take good care of this boy, okay? He's new to your unit," Cathy said in a soft tone, glancing back at Ray.

Catherine watched her boy go bound off towards the forest, already passing a gathering of boys, the group exchanging excited words about the upcoming hike.

She greeted a fellow Mother, her smile just twitching when the madame pronounced her name wrong.

She had given up on correcting people long ago, already feeling fatigue from having to watch all those people tumble and slip up with it.

She then noticed a burly man dragging a little boy down to the camp grounds. She didn't recall meeting the man before nor the little boy before, so she was already brushing off her dress and walking towards them with a smile.

"Bonjour monsieur! It's quite lovely to see new faces around here. Is your boy joining this group as well? It's such a wonderful thing to see kids interested in participating in this!"

The man looked up as he was approached, offering a small smile as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well hello there, ma’am. Yeah, my son’s gonna give it a go. I’m on a little, uh, work trip, so I figured I wouldn’t bore him with my business.” He ruffled his son’s hair as he said that last bit. His accent sharply contrasted hers, one that could be identified as Southern from the U.S.

He turned to his son and moved his hand to his shoulder as he added, “Ray, why don’t you go on and run ahead. Make sure you talk to the other boys, y’hear? No point avoidin’ it if you wanna have fun.”

The kid—Ray—nodded and gave him a hug before walking off to join the other boys. His father watched him go for a moment before turning back to Catherine.

“Ah, sorry ‘bout that, ma’am. ‘Got all wrapped up… ‘name’s Daniel,” he said, offering her a hand. “My son’s name is Raymond. We’re from Virginia, just stayin’ for the summer.”

It...isn't?

Finally redesigned Lacie! Also shouldn't these two have a mother and son duo name? Have any ideas, let me know.

@thelocalmoth 's Jack and Hudson moments!

These were inspired by our rp!

As well as this, I guess:

(Not too proud of this one as I tried to take a break from my cartoony art style)

Please don't skip my message 🍉🇵🇸 to our honorable people in the world My name is Abdul Rahman from Gaza.. I lost everything in life.. My wife was martyred and my child and I were injured by a missile that fell on us.. My life was completely destroyed and I was severely injured all over my body especially my legs.. The missile tore my wife apart while she was carrying our child.. I ask for your support to start my life anew and overcome the tragedy I am going through.. Please help me with any amount no matter how small to treat my injury and my child's injury and get out of the Gaza Strip and start a better life.. And spread my campaign and my story so that everyone can see it 🍉🍉🇵🇸🇵🇸

Vetted by 90-ghost

https://gofund.me/c810ba27

please reblog!

(First pic: unfinished Norman Polk sketches)

(Second: Dale Little from BATDR)

(Third: Unfinished skit for Hudson Doyle meets Hudson Hendriks)

This is a masterpiece. A MASTERPIECE DO YOU HEAR ME-

*Hudson nervously walks up to Azzy*

"Hug?" :3

Extra^^

Azzy is mine, Hudson belongs to @unnoticedunawarestillhere