+ Weird story telling that usually gives my friends nightmares 👾
+ Meeting new people. Friendships require lots of love and patience, but nothing wrong with talking to new people ♥
+ Public speaking. Love spitting facts and giving opinions. 📄
♤★ 𝓓𝓲丂ˡᎥᵏ𝕖ş ☞😈
+ Forced opinions. Boi, I respect, but do not force your cabbages onto my salad 🥗 🛑
+ Disrespect. I want us to like each other, and the last thing I want is us arguing about something that can be accepted as opinions from both parties ✨
+ When people don’t realize how valuable they are and keep complaining about how they aren’t good enough when they are perfect as they are ✌
+ (I hate sneakies who try to do weird things in my private chats)
♗♝ ๒ᒪ𝑜𝓰 ⓦａℝᑎ𝒾ｎｇˢ 💛♖
+ Lots of focus on a single fandom, and some people I know are a bit sour about it, so just a heads up ⬆
+ Loads of headcanons in the past and future, so in the name for all that’s good, I promise I’m not trying to degrade anyone with my opinion/s 🌟
Proposing what might be the dumbest AU to hit the fandom yet that I'm probably not even the first to think of but I've been nostalgic for TMNT so I couldn't shake it 😭😭
Extra: This was originally a full info page for IU just like Colossus but I uhhh trashed the full image oops (╯▽╰ ) The comic is back at home though I did save the important part
—Read the other ones (so far)
Building Spirit #89
Hypno-Test #94
Just Desserts #97
Huey was in the kitchen, resting his cheek on his palm as he drummed his fingers on the countertop in a completely restless rhythm. The boy’s eyes darted upstairs every few seconds, his finger drumming becoming even faster as he was met with nothing but absolute silence.
Which, if you knew the Freemans at all…or if you were in close proximity to them…you would know that ‘silence’ wasn’t a word in their vocabulary.
Especially on a Sunday.
You see, the katana wielding child here had been waiting around for one hour, fifteen minutes and about twelve seconds (he’s been counting) for his little punk brother to finish detangling his hair.
And Huey, being the nice older brother that he was, offered to do the little runt’s hair this weekend…
…Which, now that he thought about it, that decision was a huge mistake due to the fact that he was quite literally waiting a whole century for his brother to come downstairs.
But despite it all, the militant ten year old philosopher really did care about his baby brother; and he knows better than anyone that Riley really needed to re-twist his hair today (‘really’ said with much emphasis).
The ten year old just sighed solemnly, taking out his phone out of his khaki pants as he pulled out his brother's contact, starting to text him:
✊🏽Samurai⚔️ Black😡
Riley, are you almost done? You’ve been in the bathroom for about an hour now
The small sized revolutionary was about to put his phone down, but as soon as he did, his phone buzzed with a notification.
Riles ⚠️‼️
it takes more than an HOUR to detangle cornrows if you werent aware. It could go faster if SOMEONE woulda helped me w/ them but ohhh well 🫥🫥🫥😒😒😒🙄
Huey scoffed at the text but typed back almost immediately.
✊🏽Samurai⚔️ Black😡
I helped you do the middle and back yesterday??? That shit was traumatizing…
Riles ⚠️‼️
Oh n—— plz. Ur being dramatic……..
✊🏽Samurai⚔️ Black😡
YOUR HAIR HIT ME; EMPHASIS ON H I T
Riles ⚠️‼️
You were in its way. B better next time.
✊🏽Samurai⚔️ Black😡
Riley istg if you don’t hurry up I’m going to just cut off that jungle I am forced to call your hair.
Riles ⚠️‼️
Ur jus mad cuz I have more 🙄🙄🙄🫢😒😒
✊🏽Samurai⚔️ Black😡
We have around the same damn hair length???
Riles ⚠️‼️
And yet I STILL manage to have more 🤪🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽
✊🏽Samurai⚔️ Black😡
…That makes no sense 😐😑😐
Riles ⚠️‼️
…You make no sense 😐😑😐
✊🏽Samurai⚔️ Black😡
You know what? I’m just going to cut all of your hair off and you can walk around looking like Little Bill for the rest of your life if you don’t hurry the hell up in there.
Riles ⚠️‼️
Riles ⚠️‼️
‘Don’t make me bring out the big guns’ ahh 🥱🥱🥱
Riles ⚠️‼️
Yk thats what some slave masters did right Huey? They’d cut off their slaves’ hair cuz they knew how much it meant to them…would you really do that to me……? Would you really stoop so low to be just like them and cut off your own BROTHERS GIGACHAD NATURAL HAIR 🙁😕😕🙁😟😟………..?
Riles ⚠️‼️
I thought I knew you…
✊🏽Samurai⚔️ Black😡
I did know that. And don’t call them slaves; they were Enslaved Africans.
Riles ⚠️‼️
What’s the difference???
Huey inhaled sharply, fighting the urge to throw his phone across all of Woodcrest.
✊🏽Samurai⚔️ Black😡
Just get over here please.
Riles ⚠️‼️
Yes massah 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔
“Damn.” The older Freeman brother stated blatantly, the curse spilling out of his mouth before he could even think about saying it as he caught a glimpse of his brother’s hair as he walked downstairs. He looked at his younger brother up and down, coming to terms with how utterly…homeless he looked with his hair out and frazzled up.
The afro wielding activist let on a small snort, burying his mouth in his enclosed fist while pursing his lips together to hold back an amused huff at his sibling’s appearance because…wow.
Just…simply and utterly…
…Wow.
To say that he was purely astonished by how much Riley’s hair had grown since he last did his hair was an understatement.
Bewildered…Incredulous…Dumbfounded…or even Flabbergasted would be a couple of better synonyms to describe his current feelings rather than just simply being ‘astonished.’
Huey couldn’t help but slightly recoil into himself, narrowing his eyes to see nothing but just dirt and dirt on top and inside his brother’s hair.
Damn, did this dumbass not wear a durag at all this past month???
The ten year old collected himself, reverting back to a somewhat neutral expression as he crossed his arms in amusement as his younger brother entered the living room, “…Jesus Christ.” The taller one finally said, “Okay, Mt. Everest; love the frosted tips look you have going on.” Huey exclaimed as he took in his little brother’s look one more time…
…‘Cuz it definitely was one.
Not a good one…but a look nonetheless.
Riley rolled his eyes at his brother’s remark, “Don’t piss me off.” He simply said whilst glaring at the other, “I literally just washed my hair.”
“It doesn’t look like it…” The pint sized activist mumbled under his breath snarkily, going to the kitchen counter and assorting the different shampoos and conditioners he would need to be using on his younger brother’s hair since he knew damn well Riley did not wash that frolicking field of nonsense that was sadly and surprisingly his hair.
The katana-wielding child pulled his hoodie sleeves up to his elbows, grabbing a teasing comb as he sat on the couch, putting a bottle of detangler spray right next to him…
…’Cuz God knows Riley will need it.
“Did you comb through it?” The taller Freeman asked.
As soon as he felt eyes on him, Riley squinted at his older brother as if the taller one was showing him the most complicated math problem in history, looking up from picking at his nails, “Huh?”
“Huh?” Huey quickly mocked without a beat passing.
“I didn’t hear what you said!!!” The cornrowless kid exclaimed loudly, crossing his arms in complete and utter defiance.
“Sucks to be deaf, now doesn’t it?” The older huffed, barely stopping himself from rolling his eyes for the millionth time today.
After all, his Granddad did say that if he kept rolling them, they’d eventually get stuck like that.
Did he believe his legal guardian? Hell no.
But it got annoying showing his, well, annoyance by just simply rolling his eyes everyday. When it came to his little brother, though, he couldn’t help but make sure his eyes did a full 360 anytime he was around, potentially sighing and/or crossing his arms to enhance the effect.
“Come on, Riley…I don’t have all day.” The elder eventually exhaled, resting the back of his head on the couch, again, to enhance the effect.
“You ain’t got nothin better to do.” The shorter preteen snickered, “What? You gonna practice protesting when good ‘ol Trumpy boy puts us back in the fields?” The hood enthusiast said, his snicker turning more into a small cackle as the joke lingered in the silence.
Huey was quick to get up, pulling the other by the ear as he quite literally dragged him, putting the smaller one in between his legs and ignoring the small but squeaky ‘that’s gay’ comments.
“Yeesh…you didn’t have to drag me like a sack of potatoes, man. Y’know, Huey P Newton wouldn’t be too happy if he saw you treating another black individual like property, Hueford.” The ‘don’t snitch’ discipliner huffed.
The coffee-bean brown eyed boy simply sprayed his sibling’s hair with the detangler spray, ignoring his yelp of surprise as he mentally prepared for combing his hair, “And I’m not above hitting you.” He shrugged nonchalantly.
“I apologize for my outburst.” Riley commented, mustering up his best Uncle Ruckus impersonation which caused his older brother to let out a small snort of amusement.
But if you were to ask the militant ten year old philosopher…he would've just excused it as a cough.
As Huey worked diligently parting his younger brother’s hair; combing it out before putting the completely combed out sections together in a rubber band…he couldn’t help but notice a particularly…dandruff ridden segment of Riley’s hair and scalp.
Thinking sort-of-nothing of it, the older sprayed the detangler on that portion and tried to comb through it but was just met with a complete snowstorm of dandruff.
The pint-sized revolutionary wrinkled his nose in disgust, watching his younger brother dust off some of the dandruff that landed on his shoulder like it was a completely everyday occurrence.
Sensing his big brother’s growing discomfort, the shorter pat the other’s knee in reassurance, “Before your gay ass says anything..it’s product.”
Well, ‘reassurance’ in a Riley type of way if that wasn’t clear.
Speaking of, the little troublemaker’s small hands might as well have been fire with how his elder brother immediately dusted his knee after getting touched by him. “Riley…no the hell it is not.” He exhaled, “I just parted your hair and all I saw was a full ass avalanche. It comes to a point where one passes the line of ‘product’ and instead falls under the adjective known as ‘dirty’.”
“N——, I said it’s product!” The smaller Freeman brother exclaimed in utter agitation, “What part do you not get?!”
“The part where you said you quote on quote ‘washed’ your hair but all I see in front of me is dirt and dandruff as clear as day for miles.” Huey deadpanned as he got up from the couch, dusting himself off as he outstretched his hand towards his brother, “Come on.”
The artist squinted his eyes, “Where are we goin’?”
“To wash your hair.” The activist stated simply, sighing as he heard his younger brother let out a large groan louder than an avalanche could ever accomplish.
“I already washed it, though…” The smaller one mumbled, begrudgingly getting up from the couch and holding his older brother’s hand as the two walked to the kitchen sink…where Huey had already placed shampoos and conditioners prior…
…That bitch.
.
.
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“That’s called washing your hair.” Huey huffed as he dried Riley’s hair with a small towel despite the smaller one’s grumbly protests.
The freshly peeled chestnut eyed preteen rolled his eyes continuously, trying to bat the taller one away but it was literally impossible to do due to the fact the taller one in question had a literal Hulk grip to his head.
The eight year old just let his head bop back and forth as his brother continued to dry his hair, honestly and truly just giving up trying to fight physically…
…But not verbally.
“I did wash it earlier! You just baptised me!” The gangsta in training verbalized.
“You needed both to be honest; a serious hair cleaning and getting baptized.”
“Shut uuuuuup…!” The shorter Freeman brother whined as his elder brother finished drying his hair, folding up the towel and putting it neatly on the kitchen counter.
The two went back to the couch, Riley silently sitting in between his elder brother’s legs as the elder in question started to use the teasing comb to part his hair.
The reddish-brown eyed kid hissed as the other did his hair, trying to get up from the couch but was pulled back almost immediately by his brother.
Riley sighed, deciding to try and pass the time by kicking his legs that weren’t even close to touching the carpet. But he soon then sat criss-crossed, folding his arms as he leaned or shifted away every few seconds, mumbling and grumbling under his breath about how boring and gay this was.
Due to his brother’s consistent movement, Huey let out a long, tired sigh...
…He didn’t get paid enough for this…
…Infact, he wasn’t getting paid at all!
“Stay still.” The activist said somewhat patiently, gently pulling his younger brother back in the middle of his legs again.
And Riley, being…well, the younger brother that he was, huffed dramatically like a whiny toddler, letting out another loud groan as he stared at the carpet like it was the most interesting thing to gaze upon.
The secretly anime-loving radical sucked his teeth at the action, “Pull your head up.” He said as he worked on another cornrow diligently as he put a rubber band in between his teeth, “Look up at the sky or somethin’.”
“There ain’t no sky to look at in the first place; we’re inside!”
“Look at the ceiling then.” The ten year old stated simply, finishing one cornrow out of…
…He didn’t even want to estimate how many he had left to braid…
The freshly peeled chestnut eyed preteen sucked his teeth right back at his older brother’s sassy comment, leaning away from him again—and without missing a beat, Huey reached and poked his side.
The damn audacity of his younger brother’s generation these days…(even if they were both born in the same generation…)
In reaction, the troublemaker with one cornrow squeaked at the surprise poke, “GUHAH?!” He yelped, immediately twisting away, “A-AYE, MAN! WATCH IT!”
“I told you to stay still.” Huey said, a small and rare smirk tugging at his lips, “You move again and next time it’ll be worse.”
The eight year old grumbled something under his breath, causing the older to gently squeeze at his side repeatedly now, not seeming at all phased as the other tried to get away like he was getting electrocuted.
“Sorry, what was that?” The storm in the silence hummed in question.
“Nohohothing!” The smaller one squeaked, trying to push his older brother’s hands far away but to his dismay, his action might as well have been nonexistent.
“No no no…I heard you mumble something smart under your breath; what’d you say?”
“NohoHOTHING!” Riley insisted as he let out a high pitched laugh, retreating to the end of the couch as he curled in on himself as he accidentally knocked the comb Huey was using on his hair out of his hands due to his sudden movement.
Huey blinked once, locking eyes with his little brother before mercilessly attacking the smaller one’s sides again.
The hood enthusiast hugged his middles as he attempted to squirm away, kicking his legs against the couch cushions as he giggled uncontrollably.
“Gehet fucking back here.” The ten year old revolutionary chuckled despite himself as he digged his thumbs into the other’s underarms, raising an amused brow at the loud shriek his brother vocalized which was soon followed by a bunch of loud laughs.
“HUhuhuEHEY noHOH!” Riley’s words were practically, no…most definitely falling upon deaf ears as his big brother continued to tickle him like there was no tomorrow. “‘Huey noooo..’” The other mimicked, causing the younger out of the two to let out a loud snort, hitting the katana-wielding activist in the arm repeatedly as a small blush spread to his face.
“AHAHAH!! S-STAhahaHAP!” Riley desperately squealed, his eyes squeezed completely shut as he twisted and turned as if to turn himself into a human Twizzler, “IHI doHOHON'T f-fUhuhUCKING sohound LIHIhike thahaHAT!” He shouted, trying to sound as intimidating as possible but due to his endless shrieks of laughter…it was hard for his brother to take him seriously.
Huey’s eyebrow quirked up, lightly spidering his fingernails alongside the eight year old’s neck, “Don’t you?”
Riley’s laugh straight from the heart turned into a noise similar to a broken water hose, kicking the air as if it was going to release him from his brother’s torturous grasp, “YOhohOUS suhuHUCH aha BIHIHITCH!!!”
The elder just scoffed at the predictable comment, “There's no way you’re this ticklish…” He commented in utter awe, precisely poking and practically dancing his fingers across the other’s stomach, “I’m barely even touching you.”
The shorter Freeman arched his back almost immediately at the sudden action, clamping his arms down as he dug his heels into the couch cushions, “HUEHEEHEEY!!!”
“Sorry, Ri…I don’t speak Ticklish-ease.” Huey hummed with a slight bit of playfulness in his tone.
“HUHUHUEEHEEY!” The eight year old screeched again, tugging at the older’s wrists.
“I would get a translator…but that’s too much work.”
“SNRT! OHO MY GAHAD!” The artist cried out as his brother pinned his arms above his head, using his free hand to wiggle his fingers threateningly over the other’s stomach. The gangsta in training shook his head, looking to the side, “BROHOH PLUHUHEHEHEASE!!!”
“Wohoah…a 'please?'” Huey’s earthy brown eyes sparkling with surprise, “And a snort? Damn…this must be a pretty bad spot, huh? I haven’t even touched you yet…”
Riley couldn’t help but giggle in anticipation. And he couldn’t help but make a snarky comment at his older brother’s statement, “Pahahause…”
Huey just sighed as he shook his head, not at all surprised by his little brother’s comment as he tickled the shorter boy’s ribs. The hood enthusiast covered his face with his arms, just accepting his fate at this point as he laid practically limp on the couch as he just simply cackled, “SHIT! SHIHIHIT NONOHOH!” The younger Freeman squeaked, “IHIHI hic CAHAHAN’T!”
“Don’t then.” The katana-wielding activist merely shrugged as if his sibling wasn’t basically screaming bloody murder.
“GET AHAHOFF!!!”
“Hm?”
“GET. OHOHOFF!!!”
“From where?”
“MY HIC GOHOD IHI SNRT HAHAHAHATE SNRT YOU!!!”
Huey huffed in amusement, “You wish you did.”
“SNRT STAHAHAP! SNRT SNRT HUE STAHAHAP SNRT IHIHIT!” Riley howled, pushing on Huey’s chest now to attempt to get him off. Huey’s small smirk turned to a subtle but soft smile at his baby brother’s laugh—that bright, unfiltered yet unhinged kind of laugh that came straight from the chest like he didn’t know a single worry.
The older Freeman would never in a million years admit it out loud, but there was something…sacred about his sibling’s laugh but also his sibling himself; something and someone worth protecting. Call him corny, but these kinds of moments reminded Huey no matter how tough the world got, there were still people who embodied the light inside it.
And that light was his baby brother, who was laughing without a care in the world.
“Are you going to let me do your hair now?” The revolutionary simply asked.
“YEHEHES!!!”
The ten year old raised a brow, “You promise?”
“IHIHI PROHOMISE!! IHI SNRT PROHOHOMISE!!!” Riley pleaded, eventually curling in on himself and hugging his middles as his older brother stopped tickling him, giggling tiredly against the couch cushions.
The coffee-bean brown eyed kid huffed in fondness, gently hoisting his brother up back in the middle of his legs. The eight year old squealed, flapping his hand as his other one pushed on Huey’s wrists. Huey rolled his eyes, grabbing his teasing comb as he started on Riley’s hair again.
Huey worked gently, carefully parting the other’s thick curls, smoothing them down with practiced hands as he braided them into cornrows with precision. Every now and then, the older brother would pause to tug a bit softer, murmuring an ‘Almost done’ or ‘Two more to go.’
There was something…quiet yet protective in the way the young activist moved, in how he smoothed away Riley’s stray hairs into place like it mattered; like his little brother deserved to look his very best because he just…was his little brother.
Huey finally then finished Riley’s hair, squeezing the younger one’s shoulder to indicate that he was done.
The shorter kid practically leaped from the couch, going to check himself out in the bathroom mirror as he did multiple poses, looking at his reflection.
Riley wiggled in place, trying to contain his excitement as he kept looking himself in the mirror like he was the most rarest gem to be laid eyes upon, “I look fresh as fuck!” He grinned in satisfaction, “You even made my hairline more straighter than it already was!”
Riley clicked his tongue, winking at himself as he did finger guns to his reflection, “Hey girl…who you is?”
The young philosopher pinched the bridge of his nose, chuckling as he leaned on the bathroom doorway as Riley continued to do more absurd poses to emphasize his new look, “You're ridiculous…” He said, his usual biting tone lacking the intensity and instead replaced with an unfamiliar yet familiar gentleness.
“…Hue?” Riley mumbled, ceasing his posing for just a moment as he locked eyes with his brother who was about to walk out to go back to the living room to clean up.
Huey freezed at the doorway at the sound of his name, somewhat tensing up at the rare usage of his nickname but the older quickly collected himself, looking over his shoulder, “Hm?”
“…Thanks, man.” The younger quietly muttered, his bravado mysteriously vanishing as he looked down at his feet, shifting one foot weight to the next.
Huey couldn’t help but smile at the quiet thanks, punching the other lightly in the shoulder to try to unesse his sudden shyness.
“It’s no problem, Ri.” The radical thinker said, “Can’t have my younger brother looking nappy in a day and age like this one.”
“Y’know, it.” Riley giggled, “Maybe next Sunday I can do your hair!”
“Oh, absolutely not.” Huey said, his smile vanishing as fast as it came, his tone leaving no room for argument as he walked back to the living room.
Riley groaned in annoyance, practically sprinting to catch up with the taller as he slipped his arms through his with a quiet kind of ease…like it was the most natural thing in the world. Their arms tangled together, not out of necessity, but out of comfort—a subtle connection that neither needed to explain.
“Wanna watch the Star Wars movies while we clean up?” Huey offered, already starting to put the shampoo bottles in their designated places.
Riley rolled his eyes, “You're such a nerd.” He commented without hesitation, getting the house remote and pulling out the Star Wars CD’s to play on the television.
In the Boondocks created by Aaron McGruder , Riley Freeman explains that his fashion purse, his skirt and his bra aren't what Robert Freeman think it is.
Robert, concerned, turns to Uncle Ruckus in fearing Riley is gay. Ruckus doesn't help.
