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𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍. 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.

#CREELSCLOCKS, a canon-divergent Henry Creel from Stranger Things. A study in trauma, the passage of time, rage, existential dread and limitless power, and how it consumes.

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#✗ — 𝐢'𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. ❜ ( out. )#PINNED. *#[ DON'T REBLOG. ]

creelsclocks-moved

Hi folks! Just a reminder that this blog is now VOID and I've moved all my stuff over! I'm at the same url, @creelsclocks, and I hope to see y'all over there!

#out. *

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creelsclocks-moved

creelsclocks:

We run away forever from this misery. ©

Canon-divergent Henry Creel, heavily affiliated with @wheelxr.

#✗ — 𝐢'𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. ❜ ( out. )#( im over here now! )

creelsclocksmoved

creelsclocks-moved

creelsclocks:

We run away forever from this misery. ©

Canon-divergent Henry Creel, heavily affiliated with @wheelxr.

#✗ — 𝐢'𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. ❜ ( out. )#[ ye please! ]

creelsclocks-moved

Hi folks! Just a reminder that this blog is now VOID and I've moved all my stuff over! I'm at the same url, @creelsclocks, and I hope to see y'all over there!

#✗ — ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴀꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇꜱ. ( out. )

creelsclocks-moved

Hi folks! Just a reminder that this blog is now VOID and I've moved all my stuff over! I'm at the same url, @creelsclocks, and I hope to see y'all over there!

creelsclocksmoved

HI FRIENDS, KILLJOY HERE! If you’re interested in writing with a heavily canon-divergent Henry Creel with his very own narrative and arc courtesy of This Bitch, please consider reblogging this post and I’ll check your blog out!

#✗ — 𝐢'𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. ❜ ( out. )#( imma bd annoyong about this post for a bit sorry djdjdjd )

creelsclocksmoved

HI FRIENDS, KILLJOY HERE! If you’re interested in writing with a heavily canon-divergent Henry Creel with his very own narrative and arc courtesy of This Bitch, please consider reblogging this post and I’ll check your blog out!

#✗ — 𝐢'𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. ❜ ( out. )#[ im over here now!#i'd really appreciate the help since i moved blogs bvhvbhvb ]

Okay yeah, these asks and nice comments on my post yesterday have convinced me,not to mention the clutter and general negativity I'm experiencing here: I'm gonna revamp. I'll be at the same URL,and when it's up I'll drop a post here so that I can mass follow the folks who like it. Please hang tight!

#out. *#( i might try to keep talking in tags to a minimum too #just so they dont Stay in tumblrs shit system pfffft )

In my experience remaking a blog is much easier, especially when it has a lot of stuff in it. Also because, even if you deep clean it, Tumblr at times doesn't remove the old tags, no matter if there are no posts with those tags anymore. So, it would be much easier for you to make a new blog. The people who enjoy your writing will surely follow you to the new one!

That's what I was lowkey thinking tbh, the tag thing is an absolute pain. I was talking about it yesterday with a couple of friends and I think that revamping is a good idea. It gives me a chance to really implement the new rules I have in mind, and to start the blog from the beginning with my own canon ( as this one started quite canon-compliant and slowly changed over time ).

#out. *#( ithink im gonna tbh #it just feels clittered here and so many people are up and leaving and its making me sad pfft #*cluttered #fel may also remake so we could reemerge as a duo lol )

killjoy u make me ink every time we play together x

Proud to be of service 🌹 Play tower with me when it comes back on x

The suggestion has Henry sucking in a deep breath through his nose. He doesn’t feel sad; he feels overwhelmed, clouded by sights and smells and colours of which he’s never seen before. The outside is loud sometimes; he loves it, wouldn’t trade his freedom for anything, but he’s still not used to places so lived in.

❝ I don’t cry, ❞ he retorts, tight-lipped and firm. He doesn’t. He remembers the last time he did so in vivid detail– when he’d been overcome by his terrible life in the lab and had broken down in front of Papa– and hasn’t bothered to do it again since. We control how we feel, 001. If you feel no love, that is your own fault. ❝ It’s just loud out here. I’m fine. ❞

@petitsdieu | three word starters.

#✗ — 𝐢'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭. ❜ ( s2. )#✗ — 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲. ❜ ( ic. )#✗ — 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐰. ❜ ( queue. )#petitsdieu

A Splatfest is already inkoming, I’m so excited--

#✗ — 𝐢'𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. ❜ ( out. )#[ the direct was kinda cool tbh--#oh SHIT what teams are people gonna pick?#so glad we're starting splat 3 with a bang they threw the desert island question at us ]

❝ What do you want me to say? ❞

It hurts, the fact that a small part of him still craves this man’s affection. It’s hard-wired into him to seek out his praise, to do good in the eyes of his Papa — and yet he’s worked so hard to untangle this web of abuse and manipulation that it feels like a kick to the teeth.

Angrily, Henry averts his gaze.

❝ Thank you for destroying my life? Thank you for inserting yourself back into my business? What? ❞

He knows, deep down, that this is a waste of his breath. Doctor Brenner doesn’t care about the way he feels, nor does he think his righteous anger is deserved. They’ll never understand each other.

❝ What do you want from me? ❞

@dcbrnncr | three word prompts.

#✗ — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝. ❜ ( s4. )#✗ — 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲. ❜ ( ic. )#dcbrnncr

@nopixiealldream said: "You know sometimes it makes me sad to think that in 40 years the world will be plagued by Capitalism and there is nothing we consumers can do other than try to elect people in a corrupt system , hoping and praying that they represent our interests when really they are out to make themselves richer and the future generations of their families."

❝ Pretty much. ❞

Henry’s learned to count his blessings when it comes to life on the outside, but there are things he doesn’t like about the world. He’s learned that he can simultaneously appreciate his freedom and desire change. This money-based system, it doesn’t work; it only benefits those who possess wealth to begin with, and it keeps those struggling in the dirt. He won’t claim to be a philanthropist. He isn’t motivated by innate altruism, only the urge to survive, and yet even he thinks that people deserve better.

❝ It should be that people are working to live, but currently people are living to work. We’re cogs in a corporate machine that we never agreed to be a part of; most of us are born into a life full of destitution and servitude, and we’re taught that that is all we can expect, otherwise we’re ungrateful. ❞

It mirrors another, darker part of his life almost frighteningly…

Henry doesn’t think that labour is without its merits. To some degree, people should be contributing to the society they live in. They should be offering services to people, and earning wages — but those services should be evenly balanced, and wages should be much higher. The cost of living wrings most regular people dry of the savings they work so hard to amass, and he doesn’t think that’s right. Their system is flawed on not only a fundamental level, but a humanitarian level as well.

❝ I suppose there’s always anarchy. Once the poor realise that they far outnumber the rich, progress can likely be made — if people are brave enough to stand up. That’s my only hope for the future: for people to realise that it can be shaped however they see fit. That they needn’t trudge to the beat of the wealthy. ❞

#✗ — 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. ❜ ( s1. )#✗ — 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲. ❜ ( ic. )#nopixiealldream

It isn’t often that Henry is the one who needs support. He’s constantly giving to others — trying to be a strong pillar that they can use to reorient themselves. It’s really the least he could do, after everything he’s done.

But September has a funny way of making him feel paranoid.

He’s silent as Chrissy speaks such tender words, curled up into an uncharacteristic ball, his head on her lap. Had he been in his right mind, he’d have been irritated by the gentle fingers carding through his hair, but he isn’t; he’s wound tight and terrified, eyes simultaneously wide awake and tired, and far too weak to resist the gentle scratch of nails. It feels as if Doctor Brenner’s men will storm him at any moment, and the life he’s put together all on his own will be pried from his grasp. Again.

❝ Safe? ❞ It’s affronted — or at least, he wants it to be. It comes out sounding more hopeful than it does annoyed. ❝ No. He’s still out there… I should’ve killed him while I had the chance. ❞

Why didn’t he just kill him? Why couldn’t he do it?

@scarednotscary | three word starters.

#✗ — 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝. ❜ ( main. )#✗ — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝. ❜ ( s4. )#✗ — 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲. ❜ ( ic. )#✗ — 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐰. ❜ ( queue. )#scarednotscary #[ THE SIBS...... THE CUTIES..... ]

This blog isn’t even that old, but I’m already considering a revamp. All the bullshit going on here, and all the dead blogs and messy tags and augh-- it’s all pissing me off.

#✗ — 𝐢'𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. ❜ ( out. )#[ my only thing is - i've worked so damn hard on this blog #and i don't really wanna leave it #so maybe i should just Deep-Clean it rather than move? ]

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