carry on

henry locklear.

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“Whoever said being a teacher is worth the pain has never had to mark one-hundred and fifty french essays that read like a bad wikipedia entry from back in the day.”

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MEET HENRY

he’s a charming little goofball that hails from albany, new york. you may ask; what’s he doing in brighton? good question. during college, he traveled abroad his second semester of freshman year where he was studying french with a dual major in education. after a lot of contemplation, he decided to move to england with his wife and finish out his degree. he’s been living here for a few years now and has a coupla kids on the way (twins, god help poor henry.) he works at the local secondary school, teaching french to students and running both the french and foreign culture clubs.

TID BITS (tw: ABUSE)

- knows four languages total: english, french, spanish, and german

- his goal is to learn cantonese in the next few years

- if he were to ever move on from teaching, he says that he would take up linguistics

- his grandparents immigrated from france when his mother was a child, so the culture heavily influenced his childhood and he frequently made trips overseas to visit relatives

- his father was a drunk who beat his mother before he was finally arrested with henry was 13 years old

- a lot of the issues that he has with anger stem from his father and inheriting a bit of his temper (though, he’s never been violent.)

- cracking jokes is his favorite way to pass the time and he can often be found in bars with a small group roaring with laughter from his drunken comedy

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addie-gilbert:

“Oh my god these are fucking good!” Addie groaned eating more of the food. “Did you make this yourself? If so, can we get married?”

“Technically, my wife made them. But I was a taste-tester so I helped guarantee quality assurance. In short: you’re welcome.” The tin barely had any cookies left, everyone he’d encountered took one. Then two. Then came back for thirds. He was lucky he’d kept a stash of them at home in the cupboard.

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amir-zardari:

With one eye closed, Amir aimed the butt of his burning cigarette at a trash bin no more than five feet away and turned a smug grin on the individual next to him when it made it straight in. “I should be playing basketball, not heart surgery. Can’t believe I’ve been pissing away such raw talent all these years.”

He shot the man a deserving thumbs up, “A few more finger exercises and you’ll be going pro.” The gum wrapper he’d been twiddling between his fingers suddenly gave him the urge to try. He balled the foil up and gave it a toss... it lamely bounced off the rim of the bin, much to Henry’s own disappointment. “Or maybe a coach.”

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text message 📱 open

axel: on a scale of 1 to 10, how sad would it be if i've somehow ended up sitting at home watching the hannah montana movie alone?

axel: hypothetically of course.

henry: that depends

henry: are you drinking? bc if alcohol is involved then it may be less sad... or more sad depending on how you look at it.

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fashionista-lacey-hudson:

Why did I agree to get this dress done in three days. I finished half of it and I am starving.

“Eat while you’re working. Saves time and your sanity. Those little breakfast shakes do wonders.”