Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?
It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.
ive just seen a dude in a full suit with a pink princess backpack on walking in a straight line after his baby kid and i just wanna say, imagine harry hart and daisy
Keeping up with Daisy’s pace is harder than it should be, but the street is relatively empty and since she’s responsible enough to wait at the corners, Harry doesn’t tell her to slow down. He wishes he had the same kind of boundless energy after a full day like she does, but even if he’s still in shape, he’s past his prime.
He’d feel bad about it, but even Eggsy usually come back exhausted whenever he spends the day with her.
It’s why he went to pick her up at the kindergarten this afternoon instead. Eggsy would have gone himself and he’s probably going to be slightly pissed that Harry didn’t wake him from his nap, but he also just came back from a mission this morning. He needs the rest far more than Harry does. And that way, he’ll get to spoil his sister until bedtime without yawning every two minutes.
And if he’s honest, he likes those little moments with Daisy.
No matter how much they want it, they know that it’s not realistic of them to have a child together and it would be the greatest regret of their lives if not for the little girl. Of course, she’s Michelle’s first, but Michelle is the one insisting that Daisy calls him Uncle Harry. Once she was convinced he was more than serious about Eggsy, she’s been nothing but welcoming and has made it clear she invited him to take an active role in her daughter’s life.
He might never call Daisy his daughter out of respect for Michelle, but he knows that if he had a child of his own, it would feel exactly like this does.
He would get the same happiness as he does following the little girl in her frilly yellow dress and purple shoes. He would be just as curious as he is listening to everything she did today. And he wouldn’t care either about the fondly-weirded out looks he’s getting right now, people not used to seeing a well-dressed man in a suit with a bright pink princess backpack on.
It’s not an usual accessory for a gentleman, he’ll admit it, but it’s one he’ll wear with pride anytime.
U know what’s a fuckin obnoxious trend that needs to die
When people who don’t like a character can’t be content with just not liking them, they have to prove they’re morally right in that dislike. Like… It’s not that serious kids. Not every opinion you hold needs to be about Justice and Moral Righteousness. It’s ok to just… Not like some characters. You don’t actually need to justify it.
This tiny octopus, whose body measured about five centimeters across, was spotted swimming along at a depth of 825 meters as we explored Whiting Seamount, off Puerto Rico.
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