Lad 1: An' you're sure I'm not gonna die? ...ah- no- I can't, I canne get- no, no

Lad 1: *hits bong*

*2 lads off camera squealing and laughing*

Lad 2 (off camera): ohh wee man, wee man! keep breathing in wee man! ...oh, wee man... you'll be feeling this...

todd

viola

manchee

aaron

(All the pictures came from text_pics_daily on Instagram)

Todd:

Viola:

Davy:

Mayor Prentiss:

Mistress Coyle:

Ben:

Cillian:

Manchee:

Aaron:

Wilf:

Lee:

Bradley:

Simone:

Maddy:

Corinne:

The Return:

One of our baby girls is fat, in the 99th percentile for her age. She is super cute and sweet. Lately, she has been sick with various breathing issues, so she has been reluctant to take her bottles. Normally, she’ll take 4 ounces of formula at lunch and 8 ounces in the afternoon. Today, I was lucky to get to her take 5 all day.

There was a substitute covering a lunch break in my classroom today. We emphasized to her that we need to keep trying to get the baby to drink her bottle until she finished it. She said, “Why are you guys so worried about taking her bottle?”

My coworker replied, “That’s where all her nutrients are. She needs the nutrients and the water.”

To which the substitute replied, “But she’s so fat. She doesn’t need it.”

By starving her. She insisted that her baby was ‘too fat’ and had an aim to remove any and all ‘chubbyness’ so her baby would be thin. She’d already been warned by her doctor about the baby not getting enough food, but insisted she knew best.

After several months of this her baby passed out cold one day and was rushed into hospital where the doctors found her to have severe malnutrition, a low body temperature and low pulse rate. They asked my cousin what she’d been feeding her daughter and she said “one bottle of skimmed milk a day. I don’t want her growing up fat.”

Even after nearly killing her daughter my cousin maintained her view that fat = bad and ended up with all her kids taken from her because she was starving them and neglecting them.

When your fatphobia leads you to starving your own children then you’ve got serious problems.

Is

Real

She backed off saying, ‘Well he looks fine!” – proving once again that weight bias is not truly about health – But I know many other parents who are not as informed as I am about weight science and size diversity would react to this interaction by policing their child’s food intake, if not as an infant, then when he was an older child. This is exactly the type of seemingly-inconsequential interaction that starts the ball rolling on a lifetime of dieting, disordered eating, negative body image, and weight-based abuse for too many fat people.

Years later when he was five, another doctor measured his weight and height and commented that he is off the charts on both, but “at least he is in proportion.” And if he was not “in proportion,” I am sure I would have been advised once again to “watch his weight.” 

I no longer allow healthcare providers to weight my children unless it is absolutely medically necessary. They are unable to control their weight talk, which is a known harm for children.

1. The 4 years old daughter of a friend of mine came to our house to spend the weekend. She gave me a letter from her mom that said that the child was in a glutenfree diet because she was getting ‘awfully fat’ when eating cookies or bread (my celiac ass; who gets dhiarrea and loses a scary amount of weight whenever I eat something with gluten was like ’???’).

You can bet that I went to the supermarket with the kid and told her ‘go & take whatever you feel like eating’ and the poor child came back smiling with her arms full of biscuits and cupcakes.

She didn’t got sick (as a celiac would get) and told me later that she hated the diet her mother made her follow; because her cousins didn’t had to pass through that.

And what’s the scariest thing about this story? Her mother was a NURSE. A fucking nurse who didn’t have a clue of the harm that she was doing to her daughter’s body!

2. My little sister started to feel fatigued and dizzy at 9 years old. She felt nauseated at the sight of food and had abdominal pain that increased with physical activity.

Mom got her to the ER and the doctor dismissed it saying: ‘she’s fat and probably is feeling ill after eating too much burgers, get her to make some exercise and she will be better in no time’.My mom didn’t felt ok with the diagnosis and took my sister with a second doctor who also told her that ‘the child was just fat’.

My sister’s skin was starting to get yellow as the days passed and the abdominal pain was getting awful so my mom (heaven bless her!) got her to the ER for the third time:

SHE HAD STAGE 4 HEPATITIS AND WAS ABOUT TO DIE.

She survived after a long and painful recovery who involved being in bed for a whole year (remember that we’re speaking of a 9 years old child). Luckily they saved her liver and she didn’t went through a transplant… but let this sink:

If it weren’t for my mother, fatphobia would have killed her. Fatphobia kills kids and teenagers, fatphobia kills inocent people everyday. It treats human beings as lesser than others and hurts them in their most vulnerable times.

FUCKING TAKE NOTE OF THIS!

He had a wife and an 18 month old daughter when he died.

Warnings: Language, nsfw content

Pairing: University!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: Guys I want to apologize for how late this update is.  The first week back at university was a stressful mess and I barely had any time to write.  However, I dropped my creative writing class (ironic, right) because I have so much on my plate so hopefully that will help free up my schedule!!! I hope to have pt. 4 up on Friday, but if there are any problems, I’ll let you guys know.  Also, this part is extremely smutty and has explicit sex scenes, so if you’re uncomfortable reading, please don’t feel obligated to read.  At the beginning of the next chapter, I’ll do a little recap so those who choose not to read the smut can still follow the story.  If you do like to read it, though, I’m doing a smut night tonight!!! Smutty Sunday starts in an hour or so, so come talk to me about this chapter or anything else!!! Thank you so so much for your support, guys.  I really appreciate it.

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“Are you fucking Peter Parker?” Sadie posed the question in the most casual voice in the middle of your calculus lecture.

Your eyes widened and you coughed, choking on the water that you had just taken a sip of. Pressing a hand to your chest, you turned to your friend in disbelief and shock.  Sadie, who appeared unfazed from your inability to breathe, stared at you expectantly as the rest of the class glanced back at the two of you.

“I—” You coughed once more before taking a deep breath and addressing the professor, who looked at you in worry. “I’m sorry, excuse me, Professor.” Once the focus had shifted back to the lesson, you glanced sideways at your friend. “What was that?”

“Are you fucking Peter Parker?” Sadie repeated herself, tapping her pen against her desk. “Yes or no?  And if the answer is yes and you haven’t told me yet, I will be so pissed at you.  I need a five page report on how that boy looks shirtless.”

Under a read more because seriously this is 172 episodes worth of trigger warnings and stuff so it’s longer than Crowley’s contract.*

Some of you claim to be this fan of his and claim to respect him but if you did, you wouldn’t go snooping and digging into his private life, for any reason. He wants a good portion of his home life private and he deserves that. That’s his right. You can’t be a fan and say you respect him if you’re not respecting the fact he deserves privacy and keeps things private. If he wanted people to know, you wouldn’t have to snoop and dig and form your own conclusions. He would say it or post it or whatever.