Your Latest Drawing Has Me Curious (besides It Being Beautiful As Usual). Who Is Your Favorite Band/singer?

"I should have regrets for being a people pleaser, but do I?"

"....."

"Don't answer that."

Hey, just here to remind you that you ate a cigar.

You ate it.

You consumed it.

You swallowed it.

That was a thing you did.

And I have no regrets.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

:0✨

What’s Hudson’s opinion on Ray? Ik they interacted a bit but what was his take on him?

Hudson is still suspicious of Ray, but since Jack has taken a liking to him, Hudson won't harm him.

He got a little annoyed by being mistaken as a newbie, but he doesn't really have a problem with Ray.

I think he just needs to bond with Ray a little more. (Maybe commit arson together)

Hudson gave him an abashed look, "Well, it's not like I'm some sort of wordsmith or anything. But I guess, if you want..."

"Glad to hear that you got the oceanography merit badge though. I could never. I hardly deserve that badge."

"In fact, I suck at geography and navigation."

He finally entered the clearing, checking Ray was beside him before he marched ahead. The scout master Tucker was already separating scouts into groups, acting like a Shepard.

Hudson waved Ray over as he walked over to the master. The man seemed to be in his early 20's and seemed...fine. Not that interesting really.

"Ah, hello there. You must be the new scout! Care to introduce yourself?"

Tucker glanced at Hudson, narrowing his eyes. "Hendricks. No tricks, no kicks, no glass."

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.”

Frustrated.

EVERYONE LOOK AT WHAT MY MOOT MADE!!!

I’ve officially lost it.

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.

BRO HUDSON IS GOOD LOOKING NOW??? WHAT.

AVJASJ I LOVE THIS??? THANK YOU??? DAMN THIS LOOKS SO COOL. HUH???

Got bored so I drew:

@eeveelikessoda 's batim oc: Olivia C and @yourfavouriteboyrider

I'm not happy with how I drew Olivia, so one day I'll try and draw her again.

I don't know. You guys seem cool :)

Hudson glanced at Ray when he fixed his hat, raising a brow, but at least didn't swat Ray's hand away nor hiss. He watched Catherine walk away in a haste, yelling a quick goodbye in French. He would then snap his attention back on Ray.

"Your first impression is that you're asking to get bullied. Stand up straighter, goodness."

Hudson folded his arms, tilting his head as he watched Ray twirl his hair. "Whatever. You're not the first kid my Mere shoved towards me. And you probably won't be the last, knowing her."

He brushed the dirt off his knees and stood up, back tall and shoulders squared. "I wouldn't do that in front of the other guys. They'll probably call you a girl."

His hard glare slowly melted into something more...warmer. Still intense, but no longer icy. He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ahem. Sorry. Sometimes I forget that no ones around and I don't need to act like this."

He stretched out hand, smiling sheepishly with that cute little gape in his teeth. "I'm Hudson. And I'm going to help you make it through this, alright?"

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.”