My name is Carol.

Happy birthday to Chris Evans!

Thank u for playing the best Captain America in history

Thank u for being an inspiration for people who suffer from anxiety

Thank you for giving us beautiful movies such as “Gifted” and “Before we go”

Thank you for having the cutest dog

We love you 3000😍💙

DO NOT DO THIS.

This makes me so angry.

If you work in a movie theater and you do this I have no respect for you.

My younger brother is Type 1 Diabetic.

When we go to a movie theater, we always get him diet soda. If he were to get regular when we asked for diet, we would not give him the insulin he would need for it. If that happens, his blood sugar level could go so high he could go into a coma, go blind, or even die.

If somebody gave him regular soda instead of diet without telling us, that person could be responsible for a nine-year-old being killed or blinded.

Just thinking about that makes me so angry. I get scared every time we take him to a movie in case the people working there saw this picture and decide to do the same thing.

Please signal boost this so people know.

This also applies to baristas

Fun story about the baristas doing this kind of shit. 

I am very sensitive to lactose, not Lactose intolerant but because of stomach ulcers that are still healing. A couple years ago I went to Starbucks right after my classes with some friends and asked for a green tea latte with soy milk. The barista, for some reason out of malice and/or hate for her life so she took it out on me, gave me whole milk in my latte.

5 minutes after my first sip of latte, my stomach cramped BAD. Not the “Oh! time to poop!” kind of cramp but it felt like someone had stabbed me with a knife and twisted it. Now I’ve had this happen before so I knew the cause of it. I went up to the barista clutching my gut screaming at her that she put dairy in my latte rather than soy LIKE I REQUESTED. She denied it and called me a “pretentious white girl for wanting soy”and so my friends got the manager. I had to explain that I had stomach ulcers that were still healing and if I were to go to the hospital for this incident, they would be responsible for it.

Manager flipped his shit and the barista was terrified out of her mind. Pretty sure both thought i was gonna sue. Manager actually fired her on the spot because of the negligence. My friends managed to get me home in one piece while I stayed home for 3 days in absolute agony and missed my midterm.

So remember kiddies, if someone is asking for Diet or “Skinny” or “soy” or anything that is not regular, give them what they requested because it may not be them being healthy, but a dietary need that can possibly be life or death

also if they ARE trying to be healthy you should give it to them to!! Its not your decision to police or question others food choices!!! 

also im lactose intolerant AND ive had stomach infections/ulcers so i feel this. 

I have Celiac Disease, so I’m very gluten intolerant. When I go out to eat at restaurants a lot of people just assume that I asked for my food gluten free because of the gluten free diet fad (which is usually a bullshit diet btw). 

Last month I went out to dinner with a friend at an italian restaurant that had a small gluten free menu. I had been there once before and had their gluten free pasta and it was great! I think one of the managers had been there and was super helpful when taking my order to make sure that everything was gluten free for me. When I ordered the gluten free pasta again this time though, the waitress who took my order all but rolled her eyes at me. I didn’t think much of it at the time, because the restaurant was so accommodating before, I just assumed it would be the same this time.

But sure enough, they brought out my pasta, I ate it, and about an hour later I had extreme stomach pains and was throwing up (in a movie theater no less).

Barfing and agonizing pain aside, eating gluten when you have celiac causes a lot of internal damage that’s hard to notice. The biggest thing is that it damages your intestines, preventing your body from absorbing nutrients properly, which can take months to heal.

So PLEASE, if you work at a restaurant or anything with food and someone asks for something a certain way, please listen to them and don’t just disregard someone’s order. It’s not funny and it can have serious consequences.

I will reblog this with every single story about someone getting sick because of an asshole giving them the opposite of what they ordered until it sinks in for everyone.

Recently on the news a 16 year old boy with a dairy allergy had gone to eat at IHOP with his family. The specifically asked if they could make dairy free pancakes and they said yes. Not too long after he had a reaction and was rushed to the hospital. This kid died because the was dairy in his pancakes that they asked for no dairy. His epi pen that his mother had wasn’t enough to help him. I know working in fast food or any job that’s serves food and beverage sucks but not as much as causing someone to get sick over negligence.

My youngest cousin – who is now five, he just started kindergarten – has Celiac’s disease. You would not BELEIVE the amount of times I’ve heard my aunt say she’s ordered something gluten free, only to watch the waiter or waitress’s eyes go huge when she gives it to my cousin – my cousin with the medical id band on his tiny five year old wrist proclaiming I HAVE CELIACS and have to take it back. Shit like this could kill my cousin. Knock it the fuck off.

I cannot tolerate caffeine–it makes me have chest pain and a racing pulse, and also gives me horrible body pain, so I always ask for decaf if I order coffee when I’m out, and doublecheck with the waiter/ress when they bring it. but instead of saying “is this decaf like I asked for?” I always say “oh, did I remember to order decaf?” I shouldn’t have to act like I’m the forgetful one (because I know damn well I asked for decaf) but it seems to work better than implying that they screwed up when I take the blame on myself like that. and if there’s any hesitation when they answer, I tell them, “if there’s any doubt, please get another one, or just give me water–if this is regular, it’ll mess up my heart” and lots of times when I say that, they look alarmed and go change it or get another one. 

but I shouldn’t HAVE to share my personal medical history with strangers just to get my order right! no one should! how is it their business? it makes me really uncomfortable to have to do that. JUST GIVE PEOPLE WHAT THEY ORDER!

I’ve reblogged this maaaany times before but there’s a few new stories on here so i’m doing it again.

cut this shit out

don’t be that kind of asshole.

As a diabetic, this would make me so beyond angry. Skinny doesn’t mean they don’t have a life threatening illness. Skinny doesn’t mean they can process sugar the way you do. People that do this are the worst kinds of people. DO NOT DO THIS!

Me and my family went to a restaurant a few years back and one of the dishes we ordered was made with wine vinegar, which I am allergic to, so we asked the waiter to skip it, and he said sure, no problem, that’s fine. So my food gets to the table, and I start eating and then my throat closes and I can’t breathe and then I start coughing and throwing up right there in the middle of the restaurant and it was very fortunate that I was with my family and they knew what was happening to me. I had to be rushed to the hospital, and admitted, and I came damn near close to having my throat cut open so I could breathe through a whole on my neck. Because they put wine vinegar in my food when I explicitly told them not to, because they were assholes, and I could have died. They probably didn’t mean to hurt me but they did. I missed class, and work, and, again, I COULD HAVE DIED.

i have cyclic vomiting syndrome and can’t tolerate dairy or red meat. violating my dietary restrictions triggers an acute episode, and i have to be hospitalized and given iv saline, ativan, and anti-emetics to stop the (extremely painful and incapacitating) vomiting. if somebody put regular milk instead of soy milk in my latte and i didn’t notice the taste immediately, i could wind up in the er and then spend several days in bed recovering, eating nothing but saltines and dry toast and clear liquids until my body was able to tolerate food again, unable to work or go out or do anything besides rest. whenever i go to starbucks, i WATCH them make my drink. cvs episodes are horrible and i hate them, and i can prevent them if i do everything right, but that means my damn barista has to cooperate. if somebody decided i was a stuck up white girl and gave me whole milk instead of soy they could put me in the hospital and cost me days of income. give ppl the food they fuckin order. it’s not that hard.

Reblogging because it’s so important. I’m “lucky” I don’t have any food allergies or intolerence, but it makes me mad when people take them not seriously, think you are picky or just following a “white girl diet fad”.

90% of people don’t take my cats and dog allergies seriously when I tell them I’m allergic and wondering if a cat or a dog is present at X place. They think it’s just watery eyes. Nope. Well yeah, watery and itchy eyes, but I start wo wheeze and have trouble breathing. They don’t give epi-pen for those (anyway you have to go to the hospital after) just inhaler. It’s no miracle, specially if I didn’t take other meds before.

When people tell you about their allergies or restriction, trust them!

Reblogging for all the stories here because this is sooo important! 

I have a severe allergy to gluten and relate to MANY of the stories above. My daughter has a severe allergy to milk fat, and I have had to hold her hair many times while she vomits on the side of the road because we couldn’t even make it home from the “accidental” whole milk instead of skim. 

I’m super lactose intolerant so accidental milk is always fun. Severe diarrhea, stomach cramps, bloating, and gas like you wouldn’t believe. Better than death you might say but, I have other medical conditions, so that diarrhea could lead to vomiting(it’s so bad the vomit comes out my mouth AND nose) and dehydration that in turn becomes low cortisol and adrenal crisis. A bitchy barista can land me in the hospital with an intramuscular shot and saline iv. Hun, it takes no time to listen and follow my order. It takes me at least 24 hours to get out of the hospital. Be nice.

I’m allergic to pork. Legit allergic. I can’t count how many times I’ve had to ask it off my food only to receive it with bacon or ham or something on it.

Please respect peoples food requests. It costs 0.00$ to not be a dick.

I actually have customers who say they’ll only eat at my restaurant when I’m there, because they know I require all policy to be followed, as in “I will kick you the fuck off your shift if you skimp,” if someone says the words “I have an allergy.” I developed our allergy policies, for that matter, because what we had in place before was “I guess you shouldn’t change your gloves … . ?” On my shifts your gloves get changed, that line gets wiped down with a new cloth, paper under EVERY ITEM for the person with the allergy, bag their food separately to prevent contact. If there’s a risk of cross-contamination with an allergen, like tomatoes in the guac because stuff spills when you’re moving as fast as we do, I’ll open a new bag of food. I learned the ingredients in every item we serve so I could advise people on hidden allergens (e.g., there’s a small amount of wheat in our beef as a thickener; we fry with safflower oil). We have a grease pencil to mark special builds and I use it liberally on allergy orders. If all of this sounds like overkill, you’ve never watched a child suffer from anaphylaxis. I don’t play around.

Like, I bitch about my job a lot, but food allergies and special needs are not something I will ever bitch about. Even if you’re a complete asshole I won’t risk contaminating your food. (Although people with allergies seem to be way nicer than the general population, I gotta say.) Don’t do it. If someone’s a petty asshole to you, give them too much ice in their drink. Don’t play with their health.

DO NOT FUCKING SCROLL PAST THIS P L E A S E

Reblogging this again because it is important. Doing the right thing has no cost but doing the wrong thing can cost a person’s life. Don’t be a dick, give the person what they ordered

As someone with several food allergies of varying degrees of severity, I know the risks I take any time I eat anything I don’t make myself.

I am always very clear and up front with wait staff (no cilantro - I am severely allergic) I ask questions if the menu is vague (are the empanadas made with beef or pork chorizo?) and I scrutinize my food to make sure it is safe to eat, but I still get dairy in my soy chai and actually had a waitress write “extra cilantro” on a kitchen ticket once. I had to send it back with the food runner and he showed me the ticket.

Why do that?! I’m terribly polite because I feel guilty for needing the special order but I do enjoy breathing and would like to continue doing it.

Milk or beef will cause medium distress and I admit that I’ll eat them in small amounts, on occasion, if I’m feeling up to it; apples or lettuce will cause intestinal bleeding so I strictly avoid them; but ingesting even the smallest amount of cilantro will swell my throat, lock my lungs making it almost impossible to breathe and give me aggressive full body hives. I can’t even get to close to it at the store without my heart racing wildly and my lungs tightening like a fist is wrapped around them.

All in all, I do accept the risk associated with eating things I didn’t prepare myself, but I will hold a grudge against any establishment that is staffed by asshats who *deliberately* poison me. I rarely allow a dish I send back to be replaced, never go back to a place that ignored my order and I’ll leave a review everywhere I can.

Please please please do not be the asshat that hurts someone over your assumptions. It may seem petty and amusing to you but it *can* kill.

I am allergic to nothing, but giving me soy will make me sick for days, because it sets off my autoimmune disease for some reason.

Giving me unwarned-for dairy will give me severe GI problems, and the inflammation from that will set off my autoimmune disease. (If I know about the dairy, I can ameliorate this by like 90+% easily, like for example I just ate some cheese but since I fed it to myself I took medication and it shouldn’t cause me any problems. So it’s sneak dairy when I ask for something else that’s the problem.) 

Just don’t mess with it when people ask for changes. Or be honest about what you can & can’t do (there’s a restaurant near me which is really great about adjusting most things, but there’s like 2 dishes on the menu they can’t alter in a way that makes them safe for me. When I asked, they were totally up-front about it and now I know).

All of this. And let me illustrate.

I’m medium-sensitive–not allergic–to the solvents used to create decaf and certain artificial sugars (like sweet and low and equal; splenda, not so much, but I still dislike due to classical conditioning from equal experiences).  It’s minor: cramping and extended bathroom use for a few hours and basically just annoying.  Which makes any diet sodas, decaf sodas, decaf coffee, and decaf black teas not recommended and kind of sucky and at worst, it makes me twitchy and nervous along with cramping and bathroom residence.

(I do get the irony that decaf and artificial sugars make me twitchy and nervous while caffeine and sugar calm me down. But it makes it easy for me to tell when I’m given the wrong thing, which by the way is almost never.)

It’s the hat trick of lucky sensitivities; none of these are likely to be given to me by accident ever (it happened once; all other experiences were my own damn fault or an unfortunate Lent sacrifice that taught me the value of not making stupid Lent sacrifices but probably made God laugh a lot).  I don’t have to ask for anything outside the norm of an order.

Which is why I pay attention to people’s allergies and food restrictions.  It’s habit now; even with people I know, even with friends, even with family, I double check before making them anything or feeding them anything.  Sure, I remember, but why take the risk I forget something minor or I didn’t know about some small thing related to it or just didn’t occur to me because I’m in a rush or I had no idea that item actually had a trace of this?  Who on earth wants to be responsible for hurting someone–or killing someone–just by ignorance, much less malice?

Not having allergies is a privilege; not worrying about being given the wrong thing and getting sick or dying is a privilege; not having to be aware every second you are in public around food or other allergens about exposure is one fuck of a privilege.

There is no excuse; deliberately or carelessly ignoring their request is no different than dropping arsenic in their food and thinking it’s funny.  Think I’m being dramatic? Read above and try again; if I had my way, every person who ever deliberately fed or exposed someone to an allergen they were told was a problem would be charged with felony assault and that’s just the minimum.

I used to eat foods I was allergic to to make friends, and then I would take unnecessary meds and throw up when I got home. Don’t feel like you have to compromise yourself if you have allergies. Your real friends will not mind, and why would you want people in your life who don’t care about your medical history? And if you are this type of employee I would get you fired. I don’t mind when it happens by accident. My mom wanted to get somebody fired once for letting a walnut touch something on my salad but eh, I’m allergic to 30+ foods to the point where it qualifies as a disability, and I’m not going to get some 18 year old fired and potentially branded for making a simple mistake. That said, if you do this shit on purpose, you deserve to be fired, you deserve to be sued, and tbh go to hell.

As a Type One Diabetic, this could legit kill me if you aren’t careful. Especially if I go high, my taste gets off, so off I might not be able to differentiate between regular and diet.

If you hospitalize me, you be your ass I’m suing. That is my LIFE, and I do not tolerate deliberate changes.

Do they not have skulls!? Why is it mushy there!?!? @bunjywunjy

well of course beluga has a skull!! that's just not where it is.

see, you wouldn't necessarily pick up on this, but beluga skulls (and most cetacean skulls in general) are pretty much

flat...

so what's going on up there? well, most of the beluga's head is taken up by soft tissue and a large organ called the melon, which is basically a big ol waterballoon of semiliquid fat!

(boob. it's a head boob.)

this organ is found in every toothed whale and dolphin species on the planet and it's INCREDIBLY important, because the melon is what lets them echolocate!

the actual sound-producing organ is inside their nasal passage of all places, which sits up behind there, but the melon is what's actually used to fine-tune the soundwaves into the laser-accurate pinpoints that dolphins and toothed whales are so famous for.

tldr: without their head boob, belugas and their relatives would be literally flying blind!

does slapping the melon like that hurt it ? like does it affect how it works or anything

@weirdgirlwambsgans @vampire-juicebox you guys are in luck bc it does not! Belugas will squish their melons voluntarily against things like rocks and glass. Think of it like when you squish your butt (but at the same time not, bc they have no nerve endings beyond the skin) they even voluntarily let humans play with it!

This is a strong creature, if that hurt or bothered it, you would know

Gay weddings from different cultures

Adding pictures from a Jewish wedding because these guys are really cool!

“i grew out of my dinosaur phase” shut up. your dinosaur phase isn’t something you “grow out” of. real adults know that dinosaurs are cool as fuck.

Sweetpea : Henry Cavill One Shot

A/n: Hi everyone, hope you like this. So this one was written a bit differently than normal, I usually write Henry x reader one shots and fanfics but this one was written as if it were Henry x Me. Feel free to change the name Lou to your name and Willow (what I want to call my daughter) to another name you like. I haven’t been having the best time recently and just began writing and this is what came out so :) hope you enjoy it. Love you all so much - L

P.s. Thank you to @darkbooksarwin​ for the last picture and thank you to @intenselikes​ for the second one. All of the pictures I included just scream Dad!Henry to me XD

Sweetpea

Our daughter was known to be quite the stubborn little thing, Henry found it utterly adorable and amusing most of the time, but when he was trying to cheer her up, it’s proved to be quite infuriating. The girl never accepted what he had to say and despite his best efforts he would often have to call in reinforcements. Usually me (his wife), a book (one which I didn’t read from, I  just told her own story and pretended someone else had written it to give it more credit and weight, she was stubborn afterall), some hot chocolate, Kal and lots of family cuddles.

This particular upset had been going on for about a week, it was filled with the girl crying a lot, the married couple trying their hardest to cheer her up.

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Henry’s POV:

“Come on sweetpea tell Daddy what’s wrong” I say, we were currently on the floor of her bedroom, Willow had been crying in my arms for what seemed like hours, when in fact it had only been a couple of minutes. We were playing with her toys when she started crying, before I knew it she was on my lap, her small arms attempting to wrap themselves around my chest as mine held her tightly against me. 

“No” she says stubbornly, before her sobs continue, making me chuckle, running my hands smoothly through her curls to help soothe her, something that always works when Lou does it.

“You know I hate to see you cry, I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong” I say, gently pulling the young girl’s face from my neck so I can look at her. She truly was a mini version of me, she had my eyes and my hair but her mother’s dimples and I think her personality is much more like Lou’s than mine. 

“No Daddy!” she yells, crossing  her arms across her chest, a pout making its way on to her lips.

“It’s not nice to shout Will” I say softly, I never was very good at telling her off, she’s far too cute for that.

“Sorry” she says, hugging me before she starts crying again, this time no tears fall but she shakes against my chest. 

“I want Mummy” she says, making me frown. I feel truly helpless and I know she needs Lou now more than ever.

“Mummy’s doing the washing, sweetie” I say gently, making her frown at me, shaking her head dramatically, something she does to get her way.

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“Darling, reinforcements are needed” I hear Henry shout, making me giggle as it sounded like he was an army dad or something.

“Be there in a minute” I shout back, drying my hands before beginning to make the hot chocolate. What I hadn’t bargained for was the 5 year old girl escaping Henry and pulling at his shirt I was wearing. I looked down at Willow, tears streaming from her eyes, her face red and blotchy, the way her dad’s got when he cried. I lifted the girl up which proved to be getting harder as she got older.

“What’s up bubs?” I ask, the girl tucking her head into my neck. She didn’t answer but instead sobbed harder, tucking herself in more when Henry entered the room as if hiding from the large man.

“She won’t tell me either” Henry tells me, coming to stand next to me, resting his hand on my back, pecking his daughter’s head. I knew it broke him to see her like this.

“Tell you what, Daddy’s going to make the hot chocolate today and Mummy’s going to read you a story okay?” I say, the younger girl coming out from her hiding place in my neck. Henry furrowed his eyebrows, curious to what I was up to, but nodded and began making it.

“Give Daddy a kiss” I tell Willow, the young girl gingerly following my instructions and kissing her father.

“Good girl, come on then” I say, placing her down and taking her hand instead, leading us into the bedroom. When we get there I tuck her into her bed, tickling her chin and drawing a light giggle from the girl.

“Come on tell me what’s wrong” I say, beginning to play with her hair to relax her, her eyes instantly flutter shut, the segmental heterochromia she inherited from her father being hidden by her heavy eyelids.

“I didn’t want to say in front of Daddy… but I like this boy” she stutters, whatever I had expected, it definitely wasn’t that.

“Okay….” I say, still soothing her by running my hands through her loose curls.

“I don’t think he likes me back, he is rude to me and is always holding hands with this other girl” Willow says, her eyes opening as she begins crying again.

“Oh baby, it’s okay” I say, coming to sit next to her in her bed, cuddling her gently.

“Listen here, if he’s mean to you then he’s not worth it” I say, the words not quite making her feel better, but instead making her look at me with furrowed eyebrows. I chuckle, mostly because she was a splitting image of her father, but also because she was being stubborn again.

“Okay, I’m going to tell you a story. You’re going to need to listen to every word okay? Can you do that for me?” I ask softly, making the young girl nod as she lays her head on my chest.

“When I was younger, I always liked boys who never liked me back and boys who were meant to me… And it hurt, it made me feel sad, like you’re feeling now” I say, trying to put it simply so she understands, making her look at me again, as if she couldn’t believe what I was saying.

“As I got older, I realised that I deserved better, I deserved someone who was going to love me unconditionally, someone who loves me as much as I love them, maybe even a little more” I say, making her smile.

“And then you met dad?” she asks, sniffing, her tears coming to a halt, making her wipe her eyes.

“Nope. And then I met more people who didn’t deserve my love” I say, making the girl frown.

“But one day, when I thought all was lost, I thought I would never find anybody; I met your father, and not only did he love me more than anybody else ever had or could… He granted me you and you are the best thing that has ever happened to us” I say, tickling under the child’s chin making her giggle.

“And we love you more than anything in the word. You are so special, you take after your father in that way… But you also take after him because you have a big heart… Sometimes too big for the world and they take advantage of that” I say making the girl nod. Henry comes to stand at the door, his wife and daughter not yet aware of his presence, he thinks about the words his wife is saying and his heart flutters, the truth is she was the one with the big heart and people often did take advantage of it, but he helped heal it and he loved her more than anything else in the world.

“What do I do about it Mum?” she asks me, as if there is something wrong with her.

“Nothing sweetpea. You use it to make the world a better place, just like Dad okay?” I say, making the girl nod and smile.

“As for this boy” I begin, my tone making the young girl laugh loudly.

“He doesn’t deserve me” she says, making me nod.

“Exactly. Besides you’re only 5” I say, tickling her ribs making her scream and laugh.

“Maybe don’t tell Daddy okay? He might use his superpowers on bim” I say making the girl shake her head.

“No, Superman only does that on the bad guys” she says making her father, who was standing at the door, chuckle deeply.

“Does this not call for Superman then? If I’m not needed I guess I’ll leave” he jokes.

“No we want superman Daddy!” the little girl says, her hands making grabbing motions for her dad. He places the hot chocolate down and sliding in the small bed next to me, his arms coming to rest over my shoulders.

“How long were you standing there?” I ask, making Henry smile widely.

“Long enough,” he says, placing a sweet kiss on my lips, as if to thank me.

“About that boy,” Henry says, lifting his daughter up easily and plopping her down on his lap. She placed her hands on his neck, playing with the stubble at his face, the texture making her giggle.

“Mummy is right, you deserve the best of the best sweetpea. One day, many, many, many years from now” he says, making me laugh loudly before he continues “you’ll find someone who will love you that much, and it will be the easiest thing in the world” he says, using the nickname the girl loves so much making me smile widely.

“I like what you say more.” the young girl says, making me and Henry look at each other, confused expressions on our faces.

“More than who Will?” Henry asks, pushing her curls out of her eyes, noting that she needs a haircut.

“Uncle Joey” Willow says, making Henry sigh deeply.

“What did uncle Joey say, sweetpea?” he asks, making me chuckle. Joey had come round for dinner 2 days ago and presumably gave the couples daughter some advice about this issue.

“He said, ummm sometimes… A boy likes a girl… And the girl likes the boy…. But they don’t …. But the boy, hmm. What did he say?” she says, not making much sense, her small finger coming to rest on her lips as she thought, something she had recently been doing because she saw Henry do it.

“Oh that’s it! Sometimes a boy likes a girl and a girl likes the boy, but they don’t get together right away, and the boy keeps trying until they finally get together… That’s not as simple as you said Daddy” she says, making us smile at her.

“Uncle Joey said that’s what happened with you and mummy” she says, smooshing her dad’s cheeks together as he gasped. I on the other hand was in a fit of laughter and Joey’s words.

“Stop laughing! It’s not funny!” Henry says to me, the young girl giggling along, although she doesn’t really understand why.

“I swear I’m going to kill that man” Henry says, his words making his daughter gasp, a frightened look on her face.

“I’m joking, sweetpea! I’m joking” he says, making the girl smile again.

“Mummy is it true? Daddy had to keep trying to get you to love him?” she asks me, grabbing my hand.

“No darling. Mummy loved Daddy very much from the moment she met him but we didn’t get together right away” I say, squeezing Willow’s hand and smiling at Henry.

“But Joey is right that it wasn’t that easy. Mummy had been hurt before you see” Henry says, making the girl frown as she looks at her me.

“Sorry” she says making me smile and say “it’s okay”

“When people get hurt, sometimes they find it hard to trust again, do you know what that means?” Henry asks, making the girl shake her head.

“It’s like when you’re playing with Kal, and you tug a bit too hard on his fur, he cries. But he lets you play with him again, doesn’t he?” he says, making the girl nod.

“That’s because he trusts you, knows you didn’t mean to hurt him” Henry says, the girl smiling as she understood.

“Well sometimes, people hurt other people on purpose. And mummy got hurt on purpose” Henry says, looking at me, squeezing my hand as he tried his hardest to explain to our daughter.

“And she didn’t want to play again?” the little girl says, trying her best to understand.

Henry shakes his head, letting the girl know she was right. 

“So Daddy had to keep trying?” the little girl asks me.

“Yeah” I say sadly, looking at Henry apologetically, I  always feel bad when I’m reminded of how hard he tried to gain my trust, it was so sweet that he wanted me in his life so badly but I always hate how much it must have hurt him.

“But Daddy didn’t mind sweetpea. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her and I knew I’d do anything to make her trust me… Because I loved her” he says, looking at me, smiling. I lean forward and kiss him softly, the young girl cringing making both of us laugh.

“You loved her…. Un-uncond-uncombitously?” she asks, making us laugh again as she tries to say the word I had used earlier.

“Unconditionally” Henry says, making Willow nod.

“I did” he says, pulling me into his embrace, hugging me into his body with his right arm as our daughter lay on his chest.

“We love you unconditionally too” I say, placing my hand on Willow’s back. 

“I love you too” the little girl says, pushing herself up when Kal bounds into the room, Henry grunts as she pushes his chest, jumping off his body and hugging the dog.

“Thank you for trusting me Kal” I hear her say, but Henry and I were too busy looking lovingly at each other, sharing a sweet kiss as our beautiful daughter hugs Kal.

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This is so sweet and making me feel so happy and warm. The little girl is so sweet and is just like her dad.

Niall via andrewwells_ instagram story 10/26/20

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— Clara Amfo after hearing Harry is investing in a new Manchester arena

Niall on Lorraine | 26.10

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Niall in the studio via antmundo IG story | 26.10

How are people like… not always on the edge of a breakdown???????

Autumn in Dewerstone Wood, Dartmoor, Devon.

hey fat girls, especially fat wlw…its okay to like…have standards. you dont have to just “settle” for whoever finds you attractive. you deserve to be picky when it comes to your love/sex life. you dont have to be “grateful” for every crusty person who finds you fuckable.

this goes doubly for trans girls and excludes terfs/transphobes.

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Today is a beautiful day.