#harry headcanons

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Harry Headcanons

Thinks his wife is utterly insane

Likes their big dogs best

Calls their chihuahua Demon Spawn because she absolutely hates him

Despises Kanye West

His favorite comedians are Alan King, Joan Rivers, Billy Crystal, and Mel Brooks

Just like his wife, he finds the comedy duo of Martin Short and Steve Martin hilarious

Also the comedy dup of Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau

He doesn’t drink

Has a side-gig as a tutor in college. Everyone loves him because he charges cheap and offers dinner with the tutoring session

Suffers headaches frequently. So much so, he has headache medicine in his (and Brie’s) car, his office, in their en-suite, and downstairs in the medicine cabinet.

He sometimes needs to grab something sweet for his headaches. He keeps chocolate and homemade rice krispe treats in his desk drawer, as well as some various hard candies

While he’s good at taking care of himself, he will forget to eat/drink if the day is busy. He usually gets reminded but the headache that comes, but Brie and his assistant are always reminding him

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H being cooped up in bed all day and bubs just wants to love and look after him, asking if she needs to get mummy, if he’s hungry or tired with the missus watching on from the bedroom door

the way seff would be with harry when he's sick is a pure reflection of how yn would be with harry when he's sick-

S I C K H A R R Y # 2

before seff leaves for school, she makes sure he's okay.

she tries not to wake him up from his 'sleep' - which, really, is him just laying with his eyes closed as he tries to ignore the pounding in his head and the cramp in his stomach - but she just wants to say goodbye to him before yn takes her.

"daddy?"

and she's so soft and gentle as she holds his hand, standing there in her school uniform with pigtails hanging down her shoulders, book-bag on her back.

"i'll see you when you get home, little one."

"can you help me with my homework?"

and she whispers so softly.

"i'll try to. you know daddy's not as smart as you, seff."

she grins and he points to his cheek and she presses a soft kiss to the skin at the top of his finger and hugs him gently.

and he pretty much sleeps all day.

yn makes sure to check on him every now and then - she makes him lunch (a cheese and ham toastie) and plenty of tea, treats him to biscuits, and has timers on her phone to make sure he takes some medication.

and, on her break from blogging in her office, she lays with him and takes a little nap.

he goes with her to pick seff up from school, which she loves, and he sits in the front and has a little ice-cream treat for his little girl - and when he gets home, he lays himself on the sofa and seff sits on the floor and she does her homework whilst he 'rests his eyes' (and offers his help when needed) and yn prepares their dinner and checks on them from the kitchen entryway, secretly, every now and then.

and his stomach cramps are horrible. rolling across his abdomen, sitting low in his belly, and his face doesn't hide the discomfort.

"daddy, do you want mummy?"

"i'm okay, sweetheart. just a bit of a pain."

"do you want some water?"

"i'll be okay, little one."

"are you sure? you're in pain."

"m'just waiting for the painkillers to kick in. i'm okay, seff."

after dinner, even though he didn't eat too much, he takes himself upstairs and runs himself a bath and yn says she'll be up after she's gotten seff ready for bed and tucked up under her sheets.

but, she refuses to go to bed and sits on the bathroom floor as her dad has a bath, telling him silly stories that she makes up, and she tells him about her day at school and how she's got a 'show and tell' session coming up and that she wants to tell everyone about her trip to america, with her mum and dad, where he took her into a studio and she got to sing and record something.

and yn just loves the image before her as she watches from the doorway.

her husband, with wet hair and a little more colour in his cheeks and a smile on his lips, and her daughter, with bubbles on her hands as she blows them in his direction.

"come on, cheeky. it's time for bed."

"but-"

"no buts, missy. it's almost 9pm. you're an hour over your bedtime.. you'll be cranky in the morning."

"but i'm helping daddy."

"daddy will be fine, i'll look after him."

"but-"

"persephonne anne, it's time for bed."

and she's not being stern but, it's enough for persephone to groan and stand to her feet, a stomp from her left as she folds her arms over her chest.

she gives harry a kiss on the cheek and proceeds to follow her mum as they walk to her bedroom. and yn's gone for just a short fifteen minutes before she comes back to the bathroom and leaves the door ajar, taking place on the floor.

"she is her mother's daughter."

"i don't know what you're talking about, mister."

"not just the attitude. just, the way she is with people. she's you." xx

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What are some verbal tics/sayings that your character uses?

Harry is a woman of few words. She sometimes tries to push herself to answer in as few words as possible, to hedge off further conversation. She is known for grumbling, grunting, humming, tsking; a smogasboard of noises that aren't actually words. When she does talk, she is prone to mumbling/swallowing her words. Harry is not afraid of failing to answer questions or statements if she doesn't want to answer them.

Harry is prone to slipping in various kiwi-isms into her speech. (Yeah nah, go on then) She occasionally talks with an upwards inflection at the end of her sentence, even though she is making a statement. She adds a good 'eh' to the end of a question. Harry is also prone to swearing, if only because it is awfully unladylike.

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What was your character's fashion style like before the island? What's it like now?

Harry's fashion tastes haven't changed much from pre-island to current day. Her number one concern has always been practicality, with a outwardly disdainful approach to anything fashionable and girlish.

Increasing acceptance for wearing sportswear outside of sports in the 1930s was freeing for Harry, who relished in wearing polo shirts, plain blouses, culottes, jodhpurs and shorts (examples and reference pagesbelow cut). The problem being that she refused to switch back to wearing dresses or skirts when she wasn't tramping or being active.

She has done her best to keep her oilskin jacket and bushhat in good condition, though they may be on their last legs. She tries her hardest to source modern clothing that is not too revealing, is plain, and preferably made of wool, as when wool is wet it will still keep you warm, while cotton will cool you down. She does like elastication, but hates polyester fabrics.

References:

A bit of history behind vintage shorts, culottes and capri pants from the 1930s, 1940s, and 1950s. Pleated shorts, sailor shorts, pinup shor

History of women's 1930s blouses, knit shirts, T-shirts, polo shirts, and short sleeve sweaters. Learn how 1930s tops were worn with skirts

Women's vintage hiking and camping clothing photos and history spanning the 1920s, 1930s, 1940s and 1950s. What they wore then and how to dr

Hiking in the 1930s | The British Newspaper Archive Blog

In this special blog we explore why hiking became so popular amongst the young people of the United Kingdom in the early 1930s, using newspa

A collection of vintage fashion pics:

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main or side character? || the anti-hero

"I diDn't wAnt to be a HerO" too bad you are one. you're the anti- hero! a main character for sure, you're the morally gray protagonist. you're unconvential, cynical, and you like your alone time. you might be the most sarcastic person ever. you might have questionable methods, but you do the right thing in the end… usually. you dislike being pitied. you're the TEXTBOOK neutral. also very chaotic. i fear and respect you.

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what’s your role in a tragic play: misunderstood villain

prepare for an onslaught of both the most dehumanizing and hateful takes, and flood of thirst comments. 

you don't trust or even really like most people. maybe you did at one point. but that part of you is gone, and you don't go a single day without grieving it.

you're open, but less in a trusting way and more like a wound. you don't like to let people see you, but the hurt spills out of you before you can stop it. 

you're impulsive, even as you try hard to plan and prepare. maybe someday your side of the story will finally be heard. until then, you can convince yourself that being hated is safer anyway

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The tyranny of distance Didn't stop the cavalier So why should it stop me I'll conquer and stay free

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What was your character’s go-to drink order? What is their grooming routine? What shoes do they usually wear? Describe the place where they sleep. What was their favorite holiday? What objects do they always carry around with them?

Black tea, no milk. If at the pub, a pint of pale ale.

If Harry is feeling dirtier than usual, she'll pull what dirt and grime she can off of her using her powers. She occasionally combs through her hair, or puts it in a braid to get it out of the way. The rest is... minimal.

Harry best feels connected with her powers when she wears no shoes. However, the vibrations of South Beach have recently made her have to resort to wear a pair of bright green, rubber "clogs" (a mishearing of the brand Crocs).

Harry often moves around her sleeping location, even when on the beach. She strikes up an A-frame shelter out of earth, and then shapes the dirt to the epitome of comfort. If she's feeling classy, she'll even put down a blanket first.

Harry liked Christmas Day, a quiet affair where the family came back to the homestead, boiled in the burning summer sun and spent the following days on a nice, quiet tramp in the nothing days that lead up to New Years'.

You will of course know Harry for her ratty, old, oiskin, bush hat, which has somehow survived the years on the island. She's never far without a small satchel which carries her bare minimum survival gear, a knife, a journal and pencil, some flint and dry kindling, a water canteen and whatever snacks she's scrounged about recently. In the bush, her silhouette always includes her tramping pack.