#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

[steakout-05]

i don't know much about Horrid Henry but from what i have seen of the cartoon it's just his shitass mum blaming and unfairly punishing her kid, who obviously has undiagnosed and unaccommodated adhd, on small mistakes, things that aren't even remotely horrid and stuff that wasn't even his fault in the first place. lock this woman up and get this kid (and his brother) some halloween sweets

[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.

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

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

[pacdino11]

So I just made a shocking revelation about the show Horrid Henry.

So in the episode 'Horrid Henry Gets Married', Henry gets a vision of the future where he's married to Margaret and they're both 27 years old.

"Oh don't be horrid, Henry. I'm 27, same as you."

We don't know Henry's age in the present, but I'd guess it's around 10-12. This means that the future episode takes place 15-17 years later.

As for Henry's brother Peter, his age was confirmed in the episode 'Horrid Henry's School Fair' where he is said to be 6 years old. This means that Peter would be 21-23 in the future episode.

"Both your tickets were 42?" "It's my age in doggy years." 42÷7=6

But where it gets interesting is that in the future episode, Peter has two twin sons who look exactly like younger Peter, meaning they're likely the same age as younger Peter, that being 6 years old.

So if we take away 6 from Peter's future age, then Peter would have been 15-17 when the twins were born. And since the boys look exactly like Peter, they can't have been adopted. Which means Peter impregnated someone when he was only 15-17 years old! What the f*ck?!

The only question I have now is, who is the mother? Why wasn't she at Henry and Margaret's wedding? Did Peter get consent? Horrid Henry needs to come back for a Season 6 to answer all these questions!

[seraphiism]

❀ ﾟ. ༄ ┊ & 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. )

characters : ais / leander / kuras fandom : touchstarved quote cr : henry rollins a/n : each character is limited to 250 words! how canon is this ? it is not ✩°｡⋆⸜(ू˙꒳˙ )

↬ 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."

[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

[sillygooseassociation]

Welcome Home Surprise

Request: .....................*deep breath in* but what about Ted or Jason coming home after a couple weeks away and finding you curled up all warm like and comfy in one of his jumpers but more importantly noticing that the little barely there bump that you'd only notice if you knew what you were looking at is now a real baby bump still itty bitty but there and noticeable………………*exhale*

Description: Excited to return home after two weeks without you, Ted's excitement grows when he discovers an incidental surprise.

Warning(s): pregnancy, a heartbreaking gif because ted is reaching for someone that isn't there but ignore that and don't cry

Pairing: Ted Lasso x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

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Two weeks was too fucking long. Sure, Ted understood the positives of a team retreat-turned-vacation, it was his idea after all. But when planning the trip months ago, he didn’t account for the surprise detail that would complicate your ability to join the two weeks off in Scotland.

Though traveling did not pose any danger to you or the bean with it only being your first trimester, morning sickness was no joke, meaning the idea of a nine-hour bus ride sounded absolutely horrid. When you told Ted you were going to hang back, he was absolutely torn. He wanted to be there for his team, but he hadn’t been away from you for that long since before you started dating and he hadn’t been away from baby Lasso for longer than two hours. He offered to stay back, assuring you that Beard and Roy can handle the team-building exercises and probably not lose Colin on a cliff somewhere. Rolling your eyes, you pushed him out of your office in the treatment room, telling him there was no way in hell that he was missing the trip, you would be fine, both you and the bean.

Other than the absence of Ted in your bed, it didn’t really feel as though your husband was in a completely different country. With constant texts and both morning and bedtime FaceTimes, Ted made sure to stay as connected to you as possible, even with over 600 kilometers between you. Even though the two of you were consistently talking, it certainly wasn’t the same without him. You missed the smell of biscuits baking and the sound of Ted humming along to your shower playlist while he shaves in the morning. And you know, that the bean doesn’t have ears yet, you know there’s no physiological way that they could know Ted isn’t there. Yet, you swear on everything in your being that they know their dad is away. 

No matter how much you are looking forward to Ted’s return, your eyes grow heavy while laying in bed and reading your book aloud. Yes, the baby can’t hear you yet, but you’ll be damned if your child isn’t the smartest kid there is. Though you desperately wanted to wait up for Ted, it was nearing midnight and you weren’t sure you would make it until his estimated arrival home of 1 am. Putting your book away for the evening, you turn off the lights and relax against your pillow, hugging Ted’s brown hoodie closer to your body. 

Ted lets out a deep sigh as he opens the door to your shared home, placing his duffle bag on the ground as he toes off his shoes, then hanging up his puffer. While he desperately wanted to see your smile and hear you say his name, he was praying that you were asleep, it was far too late for you to be awake, and definitely too late for his little buddy in your belly. A soft smile appears on his face when he arrives at your bedroom, seeing you curled up on your side of the bed, soft snores filling even though you would absolutely deny that. He carefully and quietly tiptoes to the closet, changing into his gray sweats and “World’s Best Dad” shirt, gifted to him from the team rather than Henry oddly enough.

With a quick stop in the en suite to relieve himself and brush his teeth, Ted makes his way to your bed, eager to have you back in his arms again. Sliding into bed, he pulls some of the comforter away from you, though he knows his useless considering you’ll have it all back on your side in ten minutes. His chest meets your back, a content smile on his face as he buries his nose into your hair, he was home. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, not wanting to disturb your peaceful sleep, before laying down, wrapping his arms around your body. Intertwining your legs together, Ted slips his hand under your, his, who knows, sweatshirt, brushing his thumb delicately across the soft skin of your belly. On the brink of sleep, Ted’s thumb stops, his large hand extending across your skin and resting on your stomach in a protective manner.

Ted’s eyes pop open faster than the working shower knocked down Colin.

Wide awake, the rest of his body stays still as he moves his hand across your belly, making sure he wasn’t imagining it. Moving from one side of your stomach to the other - normal, normal, little incline, fairly flat, belly button, fairly flat, little decline, normal, normal. This can’t be his exhausted mind playing tricks on him, right? To be sure, Ted carefully retracts his arm from around your body, slipping out of bed as quietly as he slipped in. He rounds the bed as he takes in a deep breath, it’s okay if it’s not what he thinks it is, but my god he hopes it is.

Standing in front of you, Ted places his hand on your cheek, smiling as you instinctively nestle against his palm. He slowly pulls the blanket away, well attempts to do so at least. A quiet humph and “no” leave your lips, to which Ted chuckles lightly and leans down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, “I’ll give ‘em back in a minute darlin’, promise.” Not disturbed in the slightest, your sleeping self obliges his request, letting go of your tight grip on the blanket. 

Moving quickly but gently, Ted pulls the comforter down to the bottom of the bed so it covers your feet before he kneels down in front of where you lay. Naturally so, he gets a little distracted just taking you in, trailing his finger up your bare leg until he reaches the bottom of the hoodie. With a deep breath, he pulls the cloth up to rest under your breasts, tears coming to his eyes as his wish is granted. 

He lets out a soft chuckle as he gently places his hand on the small bump, tears coming to his eyes. Sure, not a single person would notice your bump if you were walking down the street, he doubts Keeley would even be able to tell during your shopping trip next week. But he knows. He sees. He notices everything there is to notice about you - a change in perfume or the slightest change to your hairstyle, and now, your small bump. 

Ted wants to celebrate you, he wants to kiss all over your face and shout to the world that you were having a baby (though he’s wanted to do the first one since he met you and the latter since you showed him the positive pregnancy test). Instead, he lets you sleep, standing up and pulling the comforter back over your body, smiling as you pull the blanket close to you and roll over. He rounds the bed, sliding back into the bed, but lower this time. With his entire body under the blanket, Ted pulls his pillow down, positioning himself so his head is next to your bump. The bed isn’t exceptionally large by any means, leaving Ted to curl his legs up into his stomach in the fetal position, surely uncomfortable, but he didn’t have a single complaint. Instead he gave a smile to your bump and leaned forward to place a small kiss on your skin, “Sleep well, baby.” With one last tired grin, Ted closes his eyes, falling fast asleep with his hand on the bump, holding your child as much as he his holding you.

[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

[do-you-know-this-baby]

Do you know this baby?

[lepitorus]

Sorry if this is spam but you got any Willry headcanons

don't apologize i'm ALWAYS down to talk about those horrid old men

Will probably wasn't the first person to get springlocked, right?

He's as reckless as humanly possible in that thing, but he was also there when it was made, there when it was tested. He knows what it can and can't endure.

The three-and-a-half minimum wage workers they employ don't have that luxury.

And i don't think Henry thinks too hard about those accidents. To be fair to him, I think William does his best to smooth things over and minimize them in his eyes, but the point is he's kind of detached from all that.

So I wonder how much they come back to punch him in the gut when it's Will who's bleeding so much (did they bleed so much too? oh god oh god oh god oh god) -- when he's really feeling the difference between "there was an accident earlier today. you don't need to worry about it, everything's fine, but we do need to put up a new job listing" and seeing his best friend struggle to stay still while his flesh audibly squelches around the metal (did they they even know to stay still so as not to make things worse? oh god oh christ).

He holds Will's hand in public for the first time in a very, very long time when he's in the hospital. He's not even thinking about it at the moment, he just needs to feel him, feel his pulse, hear his breathing. He needs to feel that he's There. That he's Okay.

Later, after he's discharged, Will likes to make him touch his scars. The guilt never fully goes away.