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I am begging the FDA to require that companies CANNOT just put "spices" as an ingredient but have to label the spices.

"Spices" can mean "this has some oregano and black pepper in it" or it can mean "this has cumin cayenne and paprika and if you eat this you will be sick in bed in pain for a week" for me.

Seriously, this is an allergy issue and a huge oversight on the part of corporations.

Require detailed labeling of spices used in packaged foods NOW.

me watching christine take off erik’s mask, kiss his forehead, then put it back on so he’s not “on display”:

It’s wild to me to see transvestigator conspiracy theories online that could be so easily explained by natural human variation. That woman has a deep voice? Yeah, sometimes they do. A woman has broad shoulders?? Maybe she plays rugby or hits the gym a fuckton. There’s a “bulge” in her tight pants?? Maybe her vulva is just fat. All the “markers” of trans woman that transvestigators use to harass any woman aren’t even things unique to trans women.

My “draw the squad” memes so far

Save my orphan children

I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

Donation Link

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Donate to Help Enas and her children in Gaza, organized by Gabriel G

My name is Gabe. I am from Portland, OR and I am raising funds on behalf of Enas Shukry I… Gabriel G needs your support for Help Enas and he

Oh gawd every time you think it's over it gers BETTER

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scp 035 and 049 in alagadda?

They seem to be having fun 👀

Pink Prison, a comic I did for my color theory class this semester! we had to pick a color, research it, and do a piece related to it somehow. i chose pink :)

When Stede gets Izzy a fancy blade he thinks Izzy isn’t going to use it. That it’ll be one of the things that Izzy treasures, hidden away somewhere to be admired.

Izzy is a practical man though, and uses the knife every chance he gets.

One might say more often than he should. 

Laying it carefully on the table while making negotiations. 

Using it to pick the dirt from under his nails while in a particularly boring conversation. 

That sort of thing.

Stede thinks it’s because Izzy hates it. Confronts him about it. 

“You bloody idiot.” Izzy hisses, flush across his cheeks. “She’s the best blade I ever had. Made for me. Fits in my hand like she’s meant to be there. Course I love her.”

Stede looks confused. Lays out the evidence. 

“Pillock.” Izzy says, a tad too affectionately. “Scariest thing on the ocean is a man with a blade made for him. Most of ‘em we steal off dead bodies. But this one? It’s got my name etched into it.”

And it strikes Stede that yes, he hadn’t seen any other blade with etching. And oh, maybe that is why Izzy uses it all the time. 

The blade isn’t some fancy keep sake, it’s solid proof that Izzy is worth something.

It could have been useless to Izzy, like some cuff links. 

But Stede had chosen something subconsciously that would show Izzy, and any man he threatened, that he was worthy of adoration. 

Stede smiles a little bashfully, and kisses away the smirk from Izzy’s handsome face.