"UH ACTUALLY, THERE'S ONLY LIKE, A 89% CHANCE HE NEEDS THEM, JACK."
*Still has the axe as Hudson kicks down the door*
"WHO SAID THEY NEEDED A KNEE REMOVAL JOB?!"
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
"Eh, writers are weird." Paul shrugged as he slipped on his jacket.
"Ready for work? A few pipes busted down at Heavenly Toys. Mister Flynn ain't happy."
((I can start so here yippee))
Maya slung her bag over her shoulder as she walked into the studio, a wrench gripped tightly in her hand. She hated this place. That Joey guy gave her the creeps. He seemed just…too happy. It set her on edge.
Hudson walked, grumbling. His department was still shunning him out! Then suddenly, BAM! The two collided and Hudson stumbled back, catching himself just barely.
"Argh...watch it, won't you?" The writer grumbled, rubbing his head.
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!
AAAAAAAAAH I LOVE THIS THIS DRAWING IS SO GOOD
GOOD FOR JACK HE DESERVES THOSE SMOOCHES
Have a kiss, cutie 💋💋💋💋💋💋
“Y’can’t just kiss a guy outta no where…”
PLEASE!
THE BOOPS
TURN THEM ON!
I WANTS TO BOOP YOU
lol not sure how this works, but okay-
Boop mode: ON
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS I LOVE RAY AND YOUR ART WORK IT'S ALL SO GOOD WHYYYYYYYYY *rolling around on the ground*
Cigarette usage!
Google translate was used for the French translation so I’m sorry if I’ve offended any French-speakers • m •
Feat. Ray’s natural hair! He dyed it red when he moved out at around 18 and dyed it back shortly after Hudson died went missing.
Hudson wiped his red eyes, face a hint red from crying.
Hudson went quiet. Dead quiet.
Gently, he forced himself to drift away from Jack and stand up to walk towards Norman.
Quickly, his training kicked in once more. He removed his tie and shirt, only having his undershirt now.
He grabbed his pocket knife from his belt and began to cut his shirt into strips, the sound of cloth tearing could be heard.
Once done, he folded his knife and carefully took Norman's bleeding arm and began to use the strips of cloth as a bandage. Wrapping and layering over Jack's tie until the blood wouldn't stain through so fast.
He then secured it all with his own tie and a safety pin.
He said nothing, eyes red from crying and face now unreadable.
*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*
Stella walked into the room and flicked off the light, drawing y'all's attention. she lingered in the doorway, gripping a knife tightly and partially covered in a substance that looked suspiciously like blood...
"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]
- @art-by-stella
Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.
He raised a brow, his gaze unwavering as he folded his arms against his chest. The dark rings under his eyes and his pale skin proved he wasn't in good health. Though he stubbornly refused to admit it.
"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.
(Stella wtf??)
He/him. Name: Untilted or Hudson. Welcome to the Writing Department, watch your step. Employees Notice: Elevator is currently unavailable.
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