#riley from boondocks

[toasty-self-shipping]

anyway I decided to redesign eila (Darnell cousin)

She’s still trans btw

[ziggydabiggy]

prowler miles and 1610 miles need to have a bonding moment. please. they need to become brothers

[jaxonsstar]

“This wasn’t no movie.” -S3E7

Ok, but what if it was? What’s stopping me from making bad life choices in the name of... just.. YOLO? Knowing I can indulge just to make myself feel good for a single moment. What puts me back in my place?

Consequences; and as social creatures, we know them well.

But if there’s anything fictional characters have made me wish for for just a single second... it’s the ability to go all out. To pretend I’m in a movie and do things I would never dream of and romanticize everything beautiful and horrible. And then just sink in the comfort that everything will go back to the status quo at the end of the day.

But our choices often last forever, despite our lives being only temporary. So while the bad choice seems tempting, I’ll reach for the good alternative. Bettering myself as a person and supporting members of my community is my forever choice.

[tariah23]

Why did this random white person comment on my post talking how problematic and evil the boondocks is for black people to watch just because I mentioned it in the tags of a random old personal post-

[carlyraejepsans]

I have a strong hatred for most Flowey gijinkas because, for some reason, they almost always make him look like a pompous British asshole. On top of that, he's usually designed to be an adult, which feels. Wrong. To me.

I feel like he'd dress a lot like Toriel and Asgore for a while before attempting to find his own style and dressing like a middle schooler who's discovered individually for the first time. I could definitely also see him taking inspiration from Papyrus in terms of clothing, but not much.

word. personally i went for the riley boondocks style fit with the oversized shirt + pants because 1) easily conveys how hard he's trying to play it cool and low-key failing 2) smoothes his silhouette into a single elongated shape from the neck down to the feet, which is a fun way to reproduce the visual "feel" of his stem from his canon design

[moralesmilesanhour]

if you believe in me - 03

summary: Miles is hiding something from you. wc: ~1500 a/n: Writing this chapter was very enjoyable especially near the end! I think Imma start adding songs to listen to while you read if you want so: Crush on You - Lil' Kim Mrs. Postman - Black Pumas Funkdafied - Da Brat Hop Out the Van - Offset Enjoy <3

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"You do this math shit like it’s nothing," you muttered as you watched Miles solve one of the questions from your calculus homework, using his notebook as a flat surface. “What’s your secret?”

At no point did his pencil slow down as neat calculations flew from it like he was on autopilot. Miles even numbered the steps for you.

 "The numbers just agree with me," he shrugged, circling his answer on your worksheet for emphasis.

You sat behind him on his bed with pages of homework scattered everywhere. When you draped your arms around his shoulders to lean on him, you felt them tense. Your eyebrows creased in concern.

“You good, baby?”

Miles turned his head slightly, amusement playing on his face. 

“That’s a new one.”

“What?”

“ ‘Baby’.”

“You don’t like it?”

You pecked him on the cheek and felt the dimple forming as he smiled. Miles relaxed his shoulders.

“It’s…fine. Thought you’d be a little more creative, though.”

“How about…” you hummed in consideration before taking a glance at Miles’ glasses, which hung from the front of his shirt. “Arthur!”

Unfortunately, your genius was met with complete silence.

“...What?”

“You know, the lil’ aardvark from–”

“I know who Arthur is,” he interrupted. “But why am I him? I don’t follow.”

You fumbled for a moment, having assumed that he would automatically get it.

“Well–Cuz he wears glasses, and all his friends got on his ass for it.”

Miles blinked, remaining unimpressed. You gave up.

“Alright, what about Riley? Like, from ‘The Boondocks’.”

His blank stare remained.

“But what if I take my braids out? Then the joke doesn’t work.”

“Then you’ll be Huey.”

“Come up with somethin’ else.”

You sucked your teeth playfully. “You makin’ this real difficult for no reason. How ‘bout ‘Kilo’?”

His brows knit together. “Who’s ‘Kilo’?”

“Kilo as in kilometers. Because your name…” you trailed off.

You could see the gears turning in his eyes before it finally clicked, and the beginnings of a laugh flashed across his face.

“I’m good, right?” 

“You’re mad corny,” Miles said beneath a giggle, attempting to hide his face behind his palm. “Don’t ever say that shit again.”

“Come on, Kilo is cute!”

He shook his head good-naturedly and held up your worksheet. “Finish your homework.”

You tightened your arms around him and refused to move.

“Uh-uh, you gotta gimme a nickname too, now.”

His back deflated in a sigh. “If I give you one, will you focus?”

“Mhm.”

“Fine, I’ll call you…well, what do you wanna be called–? Ow!”

You pouted, and smacked his left shoulder.

“You gotta come up with it yourself, stupid.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll call you…” Miles turned to face you. His wide eyes scanned your features, searching for something to latch onto. “Elf.”

“Excuse me?”

“You got big ears.”

“Miles, stop playin’ with me–”

“What? There are cool elves. Like Zelda.”

“Call me Zelda, then. That's pretty!”

“That's why I asked you first,” Miles said with a lopsided grin. “I'm not good with nicknames, I rather call you your name name. Now, are you gonna finish this problem?”

You groaned in disappointment before taking the pencil and worksheet from him. 

“Fine. You’re no fun.”

Seeing the problem-solving process on paper at least made the math easier to get through. Soon you were quiet, brows knit together and lips pursed with focus. 

As you worked, Miles watched your twists fall in front of your face each time you tilted your head.

Back and forth. 

Back and forth. 

The warm light of his desk lamp fell on them at such an angle that the oil that had been used on the strands gave them a soft sheen. 

Without thinking, he reached over to brush one away from your face, making you flinch in surprise.

“What are you doing?”

“I-uh…” he stuttered, pulling his hand away, “I’m making sure you’re focused.”

You squint. “...Uh-huh.”

Miles looked away awkwardly. “Your hair’s nice.”

“Did ‘em myself,” you replied proudly, and a lightbulb goes off in your head. “Ooh, I could re-do your braids if you ever need fresh ones!”

The boy blinked again, and part of you expected him to outright refuse the offer. But a tiny smile spread across his lips instead.

“I’ll think about it.”

Miles stared at you for a moment, gnawing at his bottom lip like he was hesitating to do something when his phone lit up.

He unlocked it and his brows furrowed; he appeared to be reading something. 

Miles glanced at the time, and his stomach dropped:

9:50. How did it get so late? 

“Fuck,” he breathed, expression darkening. “Mami, I gotta go. It’s late.”

You sat up and checked your own phone with a wince. “Damn. Your mom left a half hour ago.”

Miles stood and took a deep breath, rubbing the back of his neck. He said his next words as if they pained him, “Guess we gon’ have to drop you off, then.”

You looked at him warily. “Wait a minute, who’s we?”

-

The worn leather of the car seat made you shift uncomfortably as you sat with your arms crossed. The woody, citrus scent of a cologne that was likely discontinued a decade ago overpowered your senses.

“You sure you don’t wanna sit in the passenger’s seat, Miles?” boomed Uncle Aaron’s deep voice over a Da Brat track turned up too loud.

“I’m good,” Miles called out next to you. “Let’s roll.”

As the engine of the vintage car revved beneath you, you glanced behind you at what was in the trunk. You raised an eyebrow at the tarp that covered…whatever the hell was in there.

Miles didn’t talk about his uncle often, but the murkiness that seeped into his voice and the hardness in his eyes every time he said “my uncle” didn’t exactly endear you to the man. 

“You live a couple blocks from here, right miss?” He addressed you politely.

“She has a name, tío,” his nephew interrupted with a laugh.

“My fault, my fault,” Aaron chuckled. “What’s your name? Maybe I know your folks.”

“Y/N L/N,” you answered. You kept the distaste out of your voice, raising it an octave.

The red traffic light illuminated the man’s long face when he turned to you. 

“L/N,” he pondered the surname, before nodding in recognition. “I went to high school with your momma! She doin’ alright?”

It’s too dark for Aaron to see you press your lips together before answering, “She’s doing fine, thanks for asking.”

“Did every adult within a ten-mile radius go to the same high school?” Miles asked.

“Wasn’t nowhere else to go without moving to Jersey, might as well have.”

Nowhere else to go that they could afford, you added mentally.

The image of the tall, bulky man that appeared on television to announce things once in a while materializes in your mind’s eye. 

His small, bald head is almost engulfed by his hulking boxy figure. Ever since he became mayor, you started seeing more fancy coffee shops pop up, all square and painted white. Nothing ever changed on your side of the pond, though. Your mother always shook her head solemnly when he announced some new project, or budget, or whatever.

Miles shifted in his seat, and the clank of metal from his backpack pulled you away from your thoughts. You turned to him with an amused look.

“What’s in your bag? It sure don’t sound like school books.”

He froze, and an oppressive silence suddenly descended upon the three of you as you quickly realized that you had said something you weren’t supposed to.

He and Aaron shared a quick glance, and you caught an eyebrow raise from the latter. Miles blurted out, “Robotics club stuff. I finish all our competition entries at Unc’s house ‘cuz it’s more space over there.”

You nodded slowly. When he scanned your face for a reaction, you knew you had just been lied to.

“That’s cool,” you replied pleasantly. “You should show me one of your projects sometime!”

Anger simmers in your chest watching him sigh quietly with relief. Barely a week, and he seemed to be proving Tianna right.

An automated voice chimed, “Your destination is on the right.”

The car slowed to a halt as Uncle Aaron pulled over.

“That’s me,” you announce, unbuckling your seatbelt and sliding your bag over your shoulders. 

“Get home safe, Y/N.”

“You too, Mr. Davis. G’night, Miles.”

You don’t look back at him before shutting the car door behind you.

And then there were two.

“I told you to make sure Rio takes her home,” Aaron sighed, massaging his temples.

“I know, I know,” Miles thrust his hands into his pockets. “I lost track of time.”

“Forget your head if it wasn’t attached to your neck.”

“You think she believe me?”

Aaron looked his nephew in the eye through the rear-view mirror.

“Imma be honest witchu, man, that girl ain’t stupid. She ain’t believe shit you just said.”

“I’m that bad of a liar?”

The man laughed heartily.

“It’s not even about that, man. Can’t lie to your girl. That’s rule number one.”

Miles frowned. “The hell was I supposed to tell her? I had to lie.”

“Exactly. You put yourself in a position to have to lie,” Aaron explained as he began to pull away from your house. “Don’t make it a habit. You ready?”

Miles pulled up the red mask he had on beneath his chin, concealing the lower half of his face. “Born ready.”

[kolasharkattack]

BLACKTOBER DAY 1- HUEY AND RILEY FROM THE BOONDOCKS

I can't believe this is my third year doing Blacktober and just now am I drawing Huey and Riley. It's kinda shameful honestly

Censored version under the cut ⬇️

[anisespice]

“ an astute observation ” || mha

pairing: pro hero 3 + kiri & shinso x gn!reader

warnings: crack, cursing, suggestive in kiri’s if you squint

notes: y’all know that audio from the boondocks of riley saying “that ain’t bullying, it’s an astute observation”? well that’s where this idea came from. not sure if i’m using the phrase correctly, but it’s funny to me lol hope you enjoy!

© 2023-2024 anisespice ッ all rights reserved. likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated!

[wtrashart]

Meanwhile in the gym...

Riley and Cindy practicing

Huey and Jazmine spectating

PS: These are my designs of grownup version of the characters from the Boondocks

[do-you-know-this-baby]

Do you know these babies?

Comment: The entire time watching the boondocks I couldn’t get over how adorable they were to me 😭😭 they’re such little scamps Sorry, whenever I see Riley I’m like “yes this is my son I pick him up from school Monday through Friday” and Huey makes me so proud jfhsfahs they’re both so cuuute

[couldtransitionsaveher]

RILEY FREEMAN from THE BOONDOCKS

JUSTIFICATION:

"people are going to think I am submitting her because of that one episode where she wears a skirt but I have known in my heart that that is a little girl even before I saw that one. She is so on guard about her masculinity and I think she would have a lot of fun being a girl :)" - Anonymous

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[mybutterflykindred]

Naruto/Boondocks Crossover

Karui (referenced from Riley Freeman)

Omoi (referenced from Huey Freeman)

Killer Bee (referenced from Robert Freeman/"Granddad")

Karui was a nonchalant youth. She never had on the right uniform, ignored Academy rules and refused to listen to the instructors. Her swift tongue and lack of respect landed her in trouble most days.

Omoi had always been a serious, contemplative kid. Though he was well-behaved, his chronic ruminating made it hard for his peers to get to know him and he sat out most of the fun activities.

One day, Karui gets detention, and she finds Omoi there (not because he did anything wrong, but because he found it safer to be inside than spacing out on the playground and getting in the way of the other kids' games). Karui thinks he's an odd one, and Omoi fears she'll never take anything seriously. Everyone thinks they're siblings. They are not. Despite Omoi's nervous nature, he is quite competent in taijutsu, and they train-fight on their free time. Together, they earn the nickname K.O.

After K.O. lands another student in the nurse's office (they were picking on Omoi first), the instructor recommends that Killer Bee take them underneath his wing. Karui is indignant at first, but warms up to Bee as he teaches them the art of kenjutsu, how to wield multiple swords at once, and educates them in the classics (80s/90s hip hop).

Ref 1 | Ref 2 | Ref 3

[cyarsk52-20]

This situation parallels Tom and Sarah in that boondocks episode

that one boondocks audio perfectly describes the keke palmer bd situation

[pumpkinsy0]

curly = riley from boondocks ? 👀

ur so right,,,and tim=huey,,,,

[nomgeonmunchie]

The Luther Burger from The Boondocks - a full pound of burger patty covered in cheese, grilled onions, five strips of bacon, all sandwiched between two Krispy Kreme donuts

Propaganda: Riley said that eating the burger must be what crack feels like