Nothing Is More Depressing Than Thinking About Henry Sitting At The Back Of His Classroom Watching His

Nothing is more depressing than thinking about Henry sitting at the back of his classroom watching his peers excitedly talking about their futures.

“I got a scholarship to Yale!”

“I’m going to study biology in San Diego!”

“My dad is gonna teach me how to run our family business!”

“I’m going to go study in France!”

“I’ve got an internship with a computer company! I’m going to learn programming!”

“I am gonna work all summer so I can go vacation in Mexico!”

And he is just sitting there in silence, trying to convince himself that he’s fine with the future that was written for him before he was even born.

Imagine Henry goes mute basically from his arrest to his trial and at the trial they give him something to write with and a piece of paper so that he can answer questions if needed

And throughout the entire trial hes scribbling down something and then at the end he just kinda sits back and the judge is like “it seems the defense has prepared another statement. Could the attorney of the defendant please read the statement of the accused?”

And his attorney picks up the piece of paper and it’s literally just a drawing of Marie

Like a really good drawing

No words just a picture of his mother’s face

My sister came for my wig last night and I still can’t get over it

She was saying I only like Beetlejuice cuz Barbara looks like Peggy

that is not true, I can appreciate things based on their merits and not their connection to other things I like

Barbara IS my favorite character but that’s incidental ok that doesn’t matter

I’m like spoiling my long fic rn but like

(Sorry headcanons inbound)

I imagine Marie to be largely disillusioned about the religion she was raised in and not really believing in anything especially after George died, and she’s finding it hard to cope with George’s death and stuff

And Jason is like “well yknow at least he’s in a better place” and obviously Marie is like “I’m happy for you that you can let yourself believe that he isn’t gone gone but I can’t” and Jason is like “okay well for your sake let’s just do a little exercise. Let’s say heaven was real, right? And heaven is like paradise for everyone. What do you think George’s heaven looks like? What’s he up to?”

And they come up with a bunch of stuff they think he’d be doing and it ends up making her feel better just to imagine George his happy self again and not the terrified kid he was in his final moments

(Crawls out of a shallow grave)

Five whistling men. Five of them. Marie, Henry, Peggy (thx last ask for the idea) and Shitface (wants to make the current mayor look bad)

The town is doomed.

Forrest doesn’t have a chance

I will say the thought of Teddy being the whistling man in what is essentially a Scooby Doo ass plot to make the mayor look bad is a HILARIOUS idea

Chapter 1 of my stepdad Jason au fic is done lol

Dunno how much of this thing I’m gonna do but it was fun