What’s the point of pushing these weird narratives, how do you beat a monster by coming out?
They literally explain it in the same scene that you were too busy hating to understand. Vecna plays heavily on the psychology and minds of his victims and the fact that Will was closeted was a problem because Vecna used this fear, this burden, against him. Same thing he's doing with dipshit Derek, except with him he uses the fear of his family getting killed.
I don't understand if you're pretending not to get it (in bad faith) or if you really need to stop using your phone while watching shows
i couldn't stop thinking about him so i wrote some headcanons about henry creel... i can't help myself
warnings/tags: implied that you were taken from the real world, implied that you don't have memories from the real world, takes place in the dream world, fluff? idk it's weird to call it fluff but hey what can you do, ~600 words
Henry is gentle in a way that feels intentional, practiced. Not soft like someone who’s unsure, but controlled, deliberate. When he touches you, it’s slow, like he’s giving you time to register it. A hand at your lower back when you’re distracted. Fingers brushing your wrist when he wants your attention. He never startles you, never grabs, never rushes. It feels like care, even when something about it sits wrong in your chest.
He speaks to you differently than he does the children. With them, he’s friendly and bright, all warm smiles and simple words. With you, his voice drops, steadies, becomes quieter. He doesn’t explain himself to you the way he does to them. He assumes you understand him, or that you will. It makes you feel chosen, separate, important.
He treats your presence like something grounding. When the kids get loud or chaotic, when the world feels like it’s bending too much around him, he drifts back to you without thinking. Standing close. Sitting beside you. Letting his shoulder brush yours. He exhales more fully when you’re near, like you’re an anchor he doesn’t have to pretend around.
Henry is affectionate, but never playful about it. No teasing, no jokes at your expense. His affection is sincere to the point of seriousness. He cups your face when he kisses you, like he wants to memorize you. When you sit together, he keeps some part of himself in contact with you, a knee, a hand, his arm behind you. It’s subtle, constant, possessive in a quiet way.
He encourages your dependence without ever saying the word. He’s always there when you’re scared, confused, or overwhelmed. He reminds you that you’re safe, that nothing can hurt you here, that he won’t let anything happen to you. Over time, you stop looking for reassurance anywhere else. You don’t even notice when that shift happens. It just feels natural to turn to him.
There are moments where his intensity leaks through. Sometimes he watches you too closely, like he’s studying your reactions instead of just enjoying them. Sometimes his grip lingers a second too long. If another child interrupts you, his jaw tightens before he smooths it out. He never snaps, never raises his voice, but you feel that sharp edge underneath the calm.
He doesn’t like when you talk about “before,” even vaguely. You don’t remember the real world, not properly, but sometimes there’s a feeling. A sense that something is missing. When you mention it, Henry gently redirects you. He’ll kiss your temple, take your hands, remind you that what matters is now, that you’re happy here, with him. He sounds sincere, almost pleading, like he needs you to believe it.
He frames your relationship as something rare and inevitable. He tells you that you understand him in ways no one else ever has. That you see him, really see him. Whether or not that’s true, you feel it when he looks at you like you’re proof of something he’s always wanted to be. Loved without fear. Trusted without question.
When you’re with him, the wrongness fades. Whatever this place is, whatever’s off about it, it quiets when Henry’s hand is in yours and his attention is fully on you. He smiles more easily with you. He looks almost human then. And maybe that’s the most dangerous part—how real it all feels, how loved you are, and how little you want to question why.
I'm only saying this for your sake, but objectively, it's not a smart idea to bring politics into normal hobbies. You might lose supporters of your blog just because of your political stance, and that would be terrible since you're so amazing!! It's only a suggestion, but I really reccomend not bringing politics into anything.
If you are American and you have ever given even the smallest shit about trans people or about human rights in general,
You NEED to flood your representatives with calls, emails, visits to their office, visits to their townhalls, telling every last one of those motherfuckers not to compromise, not to budge an inch on Trans Healthcare, or there will be consequences.
"Sorry i reported you" scam making it's rounds here.
I'm not even banned.
Vague details.
Doesn't just start with the reason for contact.
You submit help to www.tumblr.com/support or help.tumblr.com. NOT the links provided in the photos.
the proof of email photo is crunchy as hell. Looks old too.
Why do i have to contact them to confirm my innocence. lmao.
What is the scam?
You rush to prove your innocence to the email and they will respond back to you needing to verify your login info and then steal your account. easy. Discord and Steam have a version of this too.
Well I got it today too! Guys I'm naive and I don't really know how things work on Tumblr so I just followed what the person wanted Until they insists too much
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