#horridhenry

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Got into Horrid Henry in recent months, so here's my contribution to the fandom that seems to be on life support

This smug face his cousin Steve was making in the fancy restaurant episode reminded me of something, as you can clearly see

[l3nertic]

HES SUCH A CUTIE 😭

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[purple-hand-gang]

if a horrid henry fandom exists in this place, please show yourself!!!! (credit to traumatised_lettuce on tt for the image)

ABT ME

- 16

- they/them

- uhh i do art sometimes

- normal dnis

- new account (my first cus i didnt have tumblr)

[vasilypupsik228]

[wwolf-beyond]

(Horrid Henry OC)

Deceitful Dexter

Planning on eventually making a fanfic about him meeting Henry

[ruderalphuran]

[giantratarts]

this was their relationship in season 1 right?

[thehorridhenrydiary]

A Change (Horrid Henry: Mum x Soggy Sid) -part1-

“Come on Henry, we’re going to be late!” I yelled up the stairs, hearing the thumping sounds of Killer Boy Ratz blasting back at me.

“I’m ready, Mum!” 

“Yes, I know, Peter. Good boy, you get in the car.”

He was lovely, Peter, always on time and always helpful, but to be quite honest... he was rather boring. His friends and their parents drained me, they were just so-so perfect! It seemed as if they could do no wrong as they told me about how their sons made them perfect little daisy crowns to give to their perfect little mummies. Ugh, I couldn’t stand it! I feel horrible complaining about Peter when he really is very sweet but it’s like I can’t connect with him- he’s always either sucking up to me or whining about Henry.

 Henry. Almost the complete opposite of Peter: lazy, unhelpful and rude. He never listens to me and spends most of the time in his ‘fort’ with Ralph or making a mess somewhere else in the house. He is exhausting and constantly embarasses myself infront of my friends, and they seem genuinely concerned for me. But I’m fine, generally, I just wish I had sons who were more... normal. Not too whiny and wimpy, but also not too rude and annoying. Just a perfect balance, like maybe a girl. Oh to dream...

 “Mum? Mum! MUM I’M READY”

I was snapped out of my daydream by Henry shouting at me. I nodded, head pounding from the stress of leaving the house and bustled him into the car, where Peter sat, waiting.

 The car ride was rather quiet, with only the occasional question from Peter as Henry just sulked, glaring out of the window.

 Finally, we arrived, to see countless numbers of other parents, all leading their children into school for- parent’s evening. A mixed bag of horror stories from Henry’s teachers and stories of how ‘brave’ and ‘good’ Peter has been for caring for the flowers in the school garden or whatever him and the “Best Boys” were getting up to. 

 Simon wasn’t here. Of course he wasn’t- he never came, always some excuse about work or having other plans. It was like he could easily get off scot-free leaving me with the kids. I think we’ve changed since we had kids. We used to be madly in love, but it seems to have fizzled out. At night, we simply turn off the lights and say goodnight, and my life has turned into a repetetive, monotonous blur- same thing day in, day out. I needed a change.