#Don't be horrid henry

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

[roxie-the-slug]

A Henry who is also Horrid

[horrid-revolution]

It's clear who the favourite child is

[florang]

Get to work!

I like the funny puppet show with dark humour

[dontbehorridhenry95]

I just know that if Henry and Ralph discovered Monster High, Henry would now know why Ralph loves fashion

Cuz fr it has both of their fave qualities of fashion and monsters

this is henry were talking about

he understands but doesn't understand at the same time

i swear i make sense

[aranciadotcom]

dennis the menace and christian girl autumn

[immediatebreakfast]

But the words were hardly uttered, before the smile was struck out of his face and succeeded by an expression of such abject terror and despair, as froze the very blood of the two gentlemen below. They saw it but for a glimpse for the window was instantly thrust down; but that glimpse had been sufficient, and they turned and left the court without a word. 

I have to ask Jekyll... was it worthy?

Was it worthy for you to condemn yourself to a life of self imposed isolation thanks to the fear of being caught with the legal consequences of your actions as the moral ones destroy your mind with every second that passes? Of course these consequences are not born out of guilt since you seem to desperately try to separate yourself from Hyde (without results), but out of understanding that you seriously fucked up.

Not leaving your house, not enjoying life, not even facing the friend that already has sacrificed so much of his moral fortitude by trying to help you with what he thought was an attempt at your own life.

Now here Jekyll is, alone by a window, dewling and stewing on his actions, his inactions, and his words. Utterly alone in a room, going from wall to wall as he ponders upon everything done. About Hyde, about the murder, about Lanyon and Utterson.

There might a way for him to distract himself, but normally for such man so obsessed with keeping up his appaerances at some point all of it will catch up, and the only person who will stand in the room is only Jekyll.

And then, Jekyll can't even enjoy a simple conversation with Utterson because there is no way now that he can without something making him remember what he has done.

[adventourer]

Weird HC Peony never let Peonia or Penny watch Horrid Henry. He HATED how the parents treated Henry & it hit WAY too close to home.

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

I'd like to personally thank (blame) Athena P for my latest hyper fixation.

[do-you-know-this-baby]

Do you know this baby?

[pizzaboat]

So I've decided to watch some horrid henry, and the episode where Marget comes to stay, and I noticed a thing, where Henry is obsessed with getting revenge on people who fuck him over or just piss him off

But his parents aren't any better. Their idea of disciplining Henry for putting Peter in the bin, is to give his room away to Marget

Like a "serves you right."

That's more retaliation than parenting and consequences. That's not a lesson, that's just "do what we say or we'll make your life hell."

And same with horrid Henry's revenge. There's this thing where his parents need to double make sure they've smacked Henry down, and in the hindsight that comes from being an adult-you don't always learn a lesson from being punished

I know I got in trouble plenty as a child and only realised a little while later that I didn't want to behave like that again, because I'd acquired some empathy.

It's better to teach the same lesson a few times instead of beating someone down with a stick until they comply

But they sent Henry to his room and then, when he thinks he's been punished, they take all the stuff out of his room?! That's extreme. So he bullied his brother, ruined a painting and got paint on the floor.

So you took away everything as he slept, and then later the room is drawn like even his duvet has been taken

The punishments don't match the crime. His parents would rather yell and do the most shocking thing instead of just explaining to Henry how his actions affect others. Even if he doesn't wanna hear it, then they still should do it?

Personally, I would've talked to him, banned him from the living room for a few days, and sent him to his room for the evening, and told him to not even look at his brother for the rest of the day too

[florang]

Keeping you up for New Year's Day 🎤🎊

I always imagine Duck was singing the song for Red Guy that night, that's why only Yellow Guy complained.

[dontbehorridhenry95]

hey y'all i know that henry has alot and i mean ALOT of mummy issues (and daddy issues but their not as bad as the mummy issues)

so i just had a hilarious idea

peter ought to have daddy issues (with a little bit of mummy issues) to mirror it

only because we never get to see peter and simon interact

ya know besides that two part mother's day special

[ariiadnes]

╭ ⿻ ･ & THE SKY TURNED BLACK

MY HEART SLAMS AGAINST MY RIBS WHEN I THINK OF THE SLAUGHTERED NIGHTS I SPENT ALL OVER THE WORLD WAITING TO FEEL YOUR TOUCH

ଓ.° ・ ais ･ leander ･ kuras ･ vere ･ mhin. touchedstarved. quote cr : henry rollins. each character's part is limited to 250 words! repost.

❀⋆˚࿔ ais

BLOOD IS NEVER MEANT TO BE A BEAUTIFUL THING, BUT THE SEASPRING IS A SIREN : A SALVATION AND DAMNATION ALL AT ONCE.

no, blood is not meant for greater things, the brilliant reflection in sanguine so alluring and tempting. blood is not meant for greater things, but ais has fallen prey to this siren, found coexistence with a terror that all should fear.

he does not know if it's a mistake, nor does he know if there is regret that dwells in this monstrous heart of his.

( it doesn't matter. monsters don't have hearts, anyway, and demons are no different. )

perhaps it is not a mistake for him, but it would be for you. you, who has carried this burden for all your life, only knowing it as a blessing until recent times. you, who stares into the seaspring with an unreadable expression, pupils dilated, fists clenched.

he does not know if he should stop you, break your thoughts away from a vicious ending, because your ending will be the ending of so many : minds a haze, memories lost and mixed with the masses.

"careful, sparrow," he leans down, face dangerously close to yours, "there are other ways to break my heart, you know-- if that's what you're trying to do."

he expects that familiar spark of anger in your eyes, but there is nothing but fear and uncertainty. you swallow hard, dare to move closer to him until your lips are only inches apart.

"convince me to stay, then."

❀⋆˚࿔ leander

YOUR CURSE IS YOUR ORIGIN, FINGERTIPS DRENCHED IN MADNESS AND PROPHECIES FOREWARNED. YOUR CURSE IS YOUR ORIGIN / YOUR DOWNFALL / HIS SERENITY.

in a brave new world full of evils and betrayals, leander is the closest thing to sanctuary. you do not trust too easily nowadays, upbringing created from lies and horrid intentions. in your hands, there is a curse that brings ruin to you and another : your mind wreaked with havoc of guilt, theirs with the havoc of the knowing.

so you hide. you hide your hands, hide the black and gold that is so deeply dark yet bright all the same. because nothing good can come from your touch-- or so you think.

you have done this before, known it was safe, but there is something so frightening in this moment, your body trembling so violently that you almost give into the instinct to flee. but leander knows you all too well, grabs your hands before you can revoke them.

"it's okay." he soothes you in gentle tones, that familiar pink dusting his cheeks. "nothing happened last time. you can't hurt me."

but you can, you can-- and the mere thought makes your eyes sting, vision blurring. but he believes in you, watches closely as he guides your hands to rest on his face.

nothing happens, save for the pounding of your hearts alike and the knowing comfort in your touch. leander's smile grows, faint, and he wonders how cruel the world could be, to curse someone so beautiful.

❀⋆˚࿔ kuras

WRETCHED ARE THE ANGELS MADE FROM IMPURITIES AND FALSE DEITIES, TRUE INTENTIONS TURNED ROT WITH THE BURIAL OF SIN & GRIEF UNINTENDED.

kuras has saved your life once before, the touch of the divine invoking the resurgence of bloom in the withering roots of the soul. how you were so close to death back then, limb for a limb, life for a life, the stain of the soulless etched into your skin.

you are far from ordinary; he has known that from the beginning, knows there is a quiet redemption in your existence. in the many years he has lived, a life destitute and once full of better days, he almost feels something akin to hope in a weary heart.

"you are always saving me." you whisper one night, voice and spirit upon the verge of break, and perhaps there is a guilt somewhere-- a selfishness, and you do not know what to make of it.

and it's true-- it is, because danger is all you have known since arrival in eridia, yet kuras is a lighthouse, a safekeeping, a haven found. but you are the furthest from burden and he wishes for you to know that, to understand that, and to accept that.

so with a tenderness of a higher being, his thumb ghosts over your cheekbone, the kindest of smiles on his visage.

what will you be, he wonders : his happy ending or his swan song?

"you may be the one who is doing the saving, after all."

❀⋆˚࿔ vere

THIS MONSTER IS BIRTHED FROM EVILS , THE BLOOD BENEATH HIS CLAWS FROM THE SOULLESS & HUMAN. BUT THERE IS SOMETHING WITHIN THIS CREATURE LYING DORMANT : A MURDER, A HYMN, AND AN ALTRUISM.

vere learns that trust is myth and fable cursed, but there is glory to be found beneath it all-- the violence and sanguine a wretchedness intertwined with exhilaration that serves as reminder of one's true form. he swallows hard, the collar around his neck too tight yet not tight enough-- a known presence that will be a haunting until the end of days, a punishment in existence, a dreadful binding to fate deserved and undeserved.

the little proximity between your bodies is too close a recollection of first encounters; you fight the urge to shrink away, pride on the verge of vanquish, nerves frayed.

"what have you done," your fear ever so present in a whisper, "to be bound like this?"

something flickers in vere's eyes : disgust, hatred, cold fury. it sparks, ignites, but dies in moment's notice, replaced with utter amusement. he reaches out to you, finger curled under your chin, forcefully tilts your head upwards. he wonders what is worse : your curse or naivety? it doesn't matter, he thinks; they will both end in your demise.

"does it make you sad, this leash?" his words are gentle yet taunting, seductive and heavy with warning. he leans closer, lips brushing against your ear. "don't be. not even that will save you from being torn apart by me."

❀⋆˚࿔ mhin

SOLITUDE AND LONELINESS ARE NOT OF IMPORTANCE IN A LIFE DEPLORABLE, THE OUTCAST'S HEART OBSOLETE AND WORN ON ONE'S SLEEVE.

mhin is desperate, heart pounding in desire for answers. how daunting the senobium is-- the answer, the solution, the cure. how many days has it been since they've been here, stuck in endless loop, sanity slowly slipping? you share the same goal, the gaining of entry to a place mysterious and despised, but you are too persistent, too unreadable, and they hate it.

"i need you, mhin." your words are clear, straight to the point, but there is an edge to them that is desperate and wanting.

they blink, eyes wide for a split second before they shift their gaze elsewhere. the red that blossoms on their face is too endearing, but you keep focus, speak up once more.

"you need me, too." your skin burns, fingertips etched with an aching. "please, mhin. we can work together, find some way in. that's all i need."

silence. they do not dare look at you, scowl on their face nearly muscle memory at this point.

"obnoxious." a sharpness that fails to match with one's flustered gaze. "fine. i won't help you after this."

nothing good will come from this ; something foreign burrows in their chest, warns them of a future to come.

--no, nothing good will come of this, but there is a cruelty in denial, and even mhin cannot fight the humanity that still fights to exist in a rotting heart.

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

reason: Childhood friends who care about eachother so much.The love and dovotion they have for eachother is so sweet to watch!

also

[erinelliotc]

Just to be sure: the word "yaoi" can be used to talk about non-sexual situations and/or relationships, right? Like, just romance.

I wanted to say that I see a lot of people talking about how they love old men yaoi, but what really melts my heart is preteen boys yaoi. I don't know, there's something so sweet and pure about it, I just love it.

I'm obsessed with EddEddy (Edd x Eddy from Ed, Edd n Eddy) and now I'm starting to be obsessed with Henry x Ralph (HenRalph) from Horrid Henry.