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#Astrology #Zodiac #Cancer #Love

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Some of the zodiac signs that they have been hypocritical about.

#Zodiac #Astrology #Cancer #Aries #Taurus #Gemini #Leo #Virgo #Hypocrites

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dirty-scenarios · 4 years

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As an underage non-American person, I’ve watched with fear what’s been going on in your country. I have been since I was ten years old.

See, when I was in fifth grade, the current President was elected, and I knew it was bad because I’d watched the debates with my parents and I’d seen the news reports. I talked to my friends and classmates about it, and they knew it was bad, too. If a classroom full of non-American fifth-graders knows it’s bad, it must be.

Now, being old enough to come to my own conclusions and think critically, I still know it’s bad. It’s worse than it was before. And I’ve seen people on this site and others say that they’re not voting for whatever reason. There are plenty of people with facts and evidence to tell you why that’s wrong. I’m only here to tell you that what happened four years ago can’t happen again.

For the sake of my generation and the ones coming after me, for the young people that you, eligible voters, know and love, please vote. You may not realize it, but this affects everyone now and will affect everyone in the future.

I have to beg you. Please.

And if you do reblog this, don’t start discourse. Don’t tell me I’m wrong unless you can provide me with reasons and sources, because I know what I feel.

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dirty-scenarios · 4 years

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#Zodiac #Astrology #Cancer #Venus #Cancer Woman

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dirty-scenarios · 4 years

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Mornings with the Styles Family

A/N: I really wanted to write a woc reader blurb. I usually give little description of ‘Y/n’ so everyone can kind of put themselves into the story, but I couldn’t not write something about this. This is like ultimate dad Harry and I needed to write this. Enjoy 🙃

You were eight months pregnant and you were about to pop. As much as you wanted to get back to your normal routine, you didn’t know how much more you could do. Every morning you got up with Harry and one of you would get breakfast cooked, while the other got your daughter ready for school. As your pregnancy got farther and farther along, you ended up doing less and less. You became so tired in the mornings that you couldn’t make it downstairs to make her lunch and breakfast. All you could do was slowly get out of the bed and supervise your your four year old get ready for school. The only thing in that little bit that you could do would be doing her hair. It was the one thing that you could sit down and do. That is until today. You were able to swing your legs over the edge of the bed and sit there, but you couldn’t do much else.

“Are you okay mommy?” Vanessa whispers to you.

“Im fine sweetie, mommy just needs a little more time this morning” you exhale. You send her a tight lipped smile.

“I can just ask daddy if-“ just as she says this, Harry walks into the room.

“Whats going on in here?” He didn’t know what to focus on exactly. He didn’t know if he should handle his heavily pregnant wife who was struggling at the edge of the bed, or the mess of hair that was sitting on top his daughters head.

“Mommy can’t do my hair.” Vanessa sighs at her father.

“I can do it, just give me a few minuets.” You take a deep breath. Harry walks over and crouches beside the bed next to her.

“How about you go to your room and be there in a minuet to fix your hair.” Vanessa quickly nods and she runs past him and out of the door. “Now you…” he zones in on you, his pregnant and stubborn wife. “You need to take it easy. I told you that I had everything under control.”

“I know, I just feel useless just lying here while you’re running around doing everything.” You sigh.

“Well it’s my job to run around and take care of everything. It’s my job as a husband, and as a father of what’s about to be two. It’s my job to make sure my very pregnant wife takes it easy.” he stresses.

“Fine” you pout.

“Now get back into bed please. Once I leave out of here, I have to enter another war zone.” He didn’t have to go into any further detail as to what he was talking about because you already knew.

“You’ll be fine, we’ve prepared for this.” You reassure him. You gave Harry enough practice that he would be completely capable of doing Vanessa’s hair. “I don’t know why you’re all nervous, you’ve done it before. Plus you help me with mine when my arms get tired.”

“I guess so. Wish me luck.” he says hopefully as he walks out of the room. When he makes it to Vanessa’s room he takes one last deep breath before going in. “So I heard someone needs their hair done.”

“Please?” Vanessa pretty much begs of Harry.

Harry chuckles and walks over to her vanity setup. “Have a seat m’lady.” he beckons her over to the seat in front of him. He checks the watch on his wrist and sees that he only has 30 minuets until they need to walk out of the door. “Were short on time, so how about a quick ponytail?” Once he gets the nod of approval he dives right in. His mind instantly flashes to all of the times where he had to do your hair hand he gains some confidence in himself. He remembers the mantra you practically drilled into him. ‘Add water, detangle, moisturize, brush, gel, brush, but with a different brush. And DO NOT forget the edges’. He plays this over and over again in his head, making sure he follows all of the steps. He also makes sure to not pull too tight on her hair, but just enough to keep it all together.

After a good 15 minuets of getting all of her hair into place and manageable, he gathers it all up onto the top of her head and securely wraps the hair tie around the bundle of hair. He fluffs up the puff sitting on top of his daughters head and he admires his work through the mirror.

“Y’like it?” He looks through the mirror at Vanessa, praying that her answer was yes.

“Mhm, just don’t forget about the edges” she tilts her head back to look at him face to face.

“I will not forget about the edges.” he chuckles before picking up the smaller brush on laying on the vanity in front of him. He smooths the baby hairs against the top of her forehead the way you showed him and he places the smaller brush back onto the vanity. “Alrighty, m’all done. Now go say goodbye to mummy” he leans down to press a quick kiss to her cheek before patting her shoulder. She runs back out of the room while Harry cleans up all of the hair products.

When Vanessa walks back into your bedroom, you instantly spot her now styled hair.

“Oh my goodness, you look so pretty.” you coo at her. A bashful smile spreads across her face and you she comes around to the other side of the bed before crawling over to you. You hold out your arms for her and she falls into them. “Have a good day okay baby. I’ll see you when you come home.” you wrap your arms around her smaller frame and you press a kiss to the side of her head.

“Alright bubs, lets get your shoes on. ” Harry says as he walks into the room. Vanessa pulls away from you and moves off of the bed.

“Love you mommy.” She sweetly says to you.

“I love you too sweetie” you reply as she makes he way to the door. Harry shoots her a smile as she walks past him and out of the room. He walks over to the bed where you were lying and you move over so he could sit at the edge next to you.

“Be good while I’m gone.” he narrows his eyes at you.

“What…” you say innocently to him.

“No getting out of bed and no going into labor please and thank you” he chuckles.

“I wish he would just get out of me already.” you groan and you lean your head back against the headboard.

“He’ll be out before you know it.” he sighs and places a hand on your very swollen belly. “I -“

“Daddy! We have to go.” Vanessa yells from downstairs.

“I love you.” he whispers

“I love you too.” you whisper back and you place your hand on top of his. Harry stands up from the bed and leans down to press a kiss to your lips. He shoots you one last smile before leaving you alone in bed.

You were still dying to just help Harry in every way you could, but maybe helping him would be to relax. After this morning, you were confident that Harry had everything under control.

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#Harry Styles #WOC #Harry AU #Pregnant #1D #Kids #1D imagines #Daughter

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dirty-scenarios · 4 years

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