#food processing scheme

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Kisan ki Baat: प्रधानमंत्री किसान संपदा योजना (PMKSY), कृषि उद्योग में क्रांति की पहल

प्रधानमंत्री किसान संपदा योजना (PMKSY) भारत सरकार की एक महत्त्वाकांक्षी योजना है जिसे 2017 में खाद्य प्रसंस्करण उद्योग मंत्रालय (MoFPI) द्वारा शुरू किया गया था। इस योजना का उद्देश्य कृषि क्षेत्र से जुड़ी चेन वैल्यू (Value Chain) को सुदृढ़ करना, खाद्य अपव्यय को कम करना, और कृषकों की आय को दोगुना करने में मदद करना है। PMKSY का उद्देश्य खाद्य प्रसंस्करण उद्योग को बढ़ावा देना कृषि उत्पादों का…

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Bhagalpur : गांव की चौखट लांघ उद्यमिता की राह पर महिलाएं, अनुभव साझा करते हुए बेहतर बाजार की रखी मांग

Bhagalpur News: कभी घर की चारदीवारी तक सीमित रहने वाली ग्रामीण महिलाएं अब आत्मनिर्भरता की नई मिसाल बन रही हैं. बिहार सरकार की योजनाओं और प्रोत्साहन कार्यक्रमों के चलते महिलाएं अब उद्यमिता की दिशा में सशक्त क़दम रख रही हैं. इसी कड़ी में आयोजित महिला संवाद कार्यक्रम में भागलपुर की महिला उद्यमियों ने न सिर्फ अपने अनुभव साझा किए, बल्कि अपने उत्पादों के लिए बेहतर और स्थायी बाजार उपलब्ध कराने की मांग…

[allhindinews24h]

Food Security Scheme Application Process: खाद्य सुरक्षा योजना में आवेदन कैसे करें? जरुरी दस्तावेज, लाभ

Food Security Scheme Application Process: आज हम बात करेंगे Food Security Scheme के बारे में। इस योजना का मकसद है गरीब और जरूरतमंद परिवारों को मुफ्त या सस्ते दामों पर राशन देना ताकि उन्हें भूख न लगे। अगर आप भी इस योजना का लाभ लेना चाहते हैं और नहीं जानते कि आवेदन कैसे करना है तो यह लेख आपके लिए बहुत काम का है। इस लेख में हम आपको खाद्य सुरक्षा योजना (Food Security Scheme) के बारें में सम्पूर्ण…

[kendrayojna]

PMFME Scheme 2025 Eligibility, Online Application & Benefits

India has completed 75 years of independence, there is a substantial increase in the enterprises sector of India. Under the initiative of Atmanirbhar Bharat. The Indian government is opening gates for the growth of Micro Enterprises in food industries to connect with them through online portals and giving financial aid to the Beneficiaries. The PMFME Scheme is dedicated to enterprises of micro…

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Tomato Powder Business: कम लागत में अधिक मुनाफे वाला बिज़नेस

Tomato Powder Business:-कम लागत में अधिक मुनाफे वाला बिज़नेस परिचय भारत एक कृषि प्रधान देश है, जहाँ सब्जियों और फलों की खेती बड़े पैमाने पर होती है। टमाटर (Tomato) भारतीय रसोई में सबसे अधिक उपयोग किए जाने वाले उत्पादों में से एक है। मौजूदा समय में झारखंड में टमाटर की कीमत मात्र ₹2 प्रति किलो और बिहार में ₹4 प्रति किलो हो गई है, जिससे किसानों को बड़ा नुकसान हो रहा है। ऐसे में, टमाटर पाउडर (Tomato…

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East Singhbhum to Cancel 12,000 Inactive Ration Cards

Move targets urban areas; cardholders can apply for reconsideration East Singhbhum district plans to cancel 12,000 ration cards unused for six months or more, affecting urban areas like Jamshedpur NAC and Mango. JAMSHEDPUR – East Singhbhum district in Jharkhand is set to cancel approximately 12,000 inactive ration cards to streamline its public distribution system. The decision impacts green…

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⋆·˚ ༘ * JACOB BLACK HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 jacob and you are having a baby

jacob knows something’s up— he notices right away that you’ve been acting different.

you’re more tired than usual, feeling queasy in the mornings, and turning your nose up at foods you normally love.

one night, while you’re curled up on the couch, he nudges you gently. “you feeling okay, baby? you’ve been acting kinda off lately.”

the pack teases him because he starts getting paranoid. embry snickers, “dude, maybe she’s pregnant.” jacob rolls his eyes at first, but then the thought sticks.

he starts watching you even more closely. the next time you run to the bathroom after breakfast, his stomach drops.

you weren’t sure how to bring it up, especially since this wasn’t exactly planned. but after taking multiple tests (because one wasn’t enough for you to believe it), you know you have to tell him.

you sit him down, fidgeting with your fingers, heart pounding. “jake… i have to tell you something.”

his protective instincts kick in immediately. “what? what’s wrong?” you take a deep breath and whisper, “i’m— i’m pregnant.”

jacob just… freezes. his eyes widen, his mouth opens slightly, but no words come out. it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him completely speechless.

“wait… seriously?” he blinks rapidly, like he’s trying to process it. “you’re serious? we’re—?” you nod, watching his reaction carefully.

there’s the softest, most overwhelmed look on his face— his expression shifts from shock to awe.

his gaze drops to your stomach, then back up to your eyes, as if he’s trying to fully comprehend that his baby is growing inside you.

jacob isn’t the type to cry easily, but his throat tightens. he lets out a soft, breathless laugh, running a hand through his hair.

“we’re having a baby?” he repeats it like he’s trying to make it real. when you nod again, his face breaks into the biggest smile.

he drops to his knees in front of you, placing his hands on your stomach—even though there’s no bump yet. his voice is a whisper, full of love and disbelief. “our baby’s in there?”

he surges up, cupping your face and kissing you deeply, murmuring “i love you” between every kiss. then he presses a soft kiss to your stomach, resting his forehead against it for a moment, completely overwhelmed.

after the initial shock, jacob won’t stop smiling. he pulls you into his arms, practically lifting you off the ground. “we’re gonna be parents, babe! holy sht—i’m gonna be a dad!”

the pack hears him freak out.

a few minutes later, you hear a commotion outside as jacob literally sprints out of the house, yelling, “I’M GONNA BE A DAD!” the pack stares at him like he’s lost it, while embry and quil crack up. “well, there goes our eardrums.”

at first, he’s just running on pure adrenaline and excitement, but once things settle down, it really starts sinking in.

he refuses to let you do anything— “baby, sit down. i’ll get it.” “no, no, don’t carry that—i’ll do it.” the protectiveness starts immediately, and you know he’s going to be insufferable for the next nine months.

at some point, the shock turns into smug pride. he’ll walk around with his chest puffed out, looking ridiculously pleased.

if anyone so much as looks at you, he grins and announces, “yeah, that’s my girl. and she’s having my kid.” the pack just groans.

even though there’s no bump yet, he always falls asleep with his hand over your stomach, like he’s already protecting the baby.

sometimes, he murmurs in his sleep, things like “my family” and lots of “love you” and you just melt right there and then.

he immediately insists on turning the spare room into a nursery. even though you’re barely pregnant, he’s already talking about color schemes and crib options.

you joke, “honey, the baby is the size of a bean.” he just shrugs. “yeah, but bean’s gonna need a room.”

jacob never thought he’d be looking up pregnancy books, but now he’s watching videos on baby development and googling “what foods are safe for pregnancy.” he wants to know everything so he can take care of you properly.

he starts making a list of names that same week. he takes it very seriously. “what about—wait, no, too weird. oh! what about this one?” you roll your eyes. “jake, we have months to decide.” he grins. “yeah, but i wanna get a head start.”

no matter what he’s doing, if you need something, he’s on it. patrol? he’ll wrap it up fast. mid-conversation? he’s already halfway out the door if you call his name.

if you get a craving in the middle of the night? say less. jacob is already grabbing his keys. “pickles and ice cream? you’re sure about this?” he pauses, eyeing you. “…never mind, dumb question. i’ll be back in ten minutes.”

one time, you casually mentioned wanting ice cream, and fifteen minutes later, he burst into the room, breathless, holding two tubs. “chocolate and vanilla. just in case. and sprinkles. thought i’d cover all the bases.”

the pack is used to jacob being a bit reckless, but now? he’s the one lecturing them. “watch where you’re running! y/n is right there.” if you so much as wince, he’s on high alert. “what? what’s wrong? does something hurt?”

quil teases him relentlessly. “dude, she’s pregnant, not made of glass.” jacob glares. “yeah, well, i’m not taking any chances.”

he texts you from patrol with a simple “miss you. you and baby doing okay?” even if he’s exhausted, he always makes sure you feel loved.

he tries to act all tough, but the second he thinks about how you’re having his baby, his heart melts. he’ll randomly wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his hands on your stomach. “you really have no idea how much i love you.”

he acts like it’s no big deal, but then you catch him getting way too excited over tiny onesies.

“babe. look at this. it has little wolves on it. we have to get it.” he also insists on getting one with a motorcycle on it, claiming it’s never too early to start teaching them about bikes.

jacob gets weirdly sentimental. one night, you find him sitting on the couch, holding an old baby picture of himself and other of you.

when you ask what he’s doing, he sighs. “just thinking about how our kid will look like. the perfect mix of us.” he shakes his head with a grin. “god, i really hope they get your nose.”

the first time the baby kicks, he’s obsessed. but when they only seem to kick when he’s not around? he pouts. “oh, so you’ll kick for mommy but not for me? that’s cool. real nice.” you laugh because the second he starts talking to your belly again, the baby kicks immediately.

jacob knows pregnancy is rough on you, so he’s always giving you massages. feet, shoulders, back—whatever you need.

he’ll rub soothing circles over your lower back when you wince, murmuring, “i got you, babe. just relax.” and if you’re extra sore? he’ll have you sit between his legs while he massages your hips, placing gentle kisses along your shoulder.

one of the best perks? jacob is basically a furnace, and when you get those pregnancy chills or aching muscles, he’s got you.

he’ll wrap himself around you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “feeling better, sweetheart?”

jacob loves your baby bump. the moment your baby bump shows undeniably, he’s obsessed with it. he kisses it, rests his head on it, and just marvels at it.

he talks to your belly all the time. “hey, little one. hope you’re being nice to your mommy in there.” sometimes, you wake up to him murmuring sleepy promises against your skin. “can’t wait to meet you.”

he brings you flowers just because. he surprises you with your favorite snacks. takes you on little dates totally personalized for your comfort and the baby’s.

pregnancy makes you exhausted, moody, and uncomfortable at times, but jacob never makes you feel anything but adored. he’s constantly kissing your forehead, running his hands over your back, and telling you how amazing you are. “you’re incredible, you know that?”

when he sees the baby on the screen for the first time, he just stares. he squeezes your hand, his eyes a little wide. “that’s… that’s our baby.”

he’s so overwhelmed he doesn’t even notice the tear slipping down his cheek until you brush it away with a soft laugh.

during the final pregnancy stages, you start nesting and jacob is both amused and stressed. you want to rearrange the nursery at 2 AM? he groans but still helps you move the crib.

“babe, you realize we already moved this, like, three times, right?” but he does it anyway, because you’re glowing and happy, and he’s weak for you.

he thought he’d be cool and collected, but the second you gasp and say, “honey… i think it’s happening,” he freezes. “oh—oh sht. okay. okay, we got this. no big deal. just—deep breaths, baby. i mean, i should— you’re—oh my god, okay, i’ll get the bag.”

labor is hell, and jacob can’t stand seeing you hurt.

he holds your hand the entire time, his voice low and reassuring. “you’re doing amazing, sweetheart. just a little longer, okay?” he presses shaky kisses to your forehead between contractions, murmuring how much he loves you.

the second your baby is placed in his arms and he’s completely sure you’re okay, jacob is a goner. his voice is barely above a whisper. “hi, baby… it’s your dad.” his eyes shine with emotion, and he looks between you and the baby like you just handed him the whole world. “oh, you’re perfect.”

he was always in love with you, but seeing you as a mom? it ruins him.

one night, as he watches you rocking the baby to sleep, he just shakes his head in awe. “god, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, reaching for your hand.

you look up at him with a smile and hold his hand as he carefully steps closer to hug you and the baby safe in his arms.

[imadhatt3r]

I feel like Akechi was probably on a constant super-strict diet when he was living under his Detective Prince persona, you know, gotta keep that waist trim to look "perfect" on TV. Not to mention that I'm pretty sure that it's canon that he doesn't really eat well. He's totally the kind of person who'd throw himself into his own plans and goals and wouldn't look after his physical body; Hell, he would probably think he's above that, that he can pull through just thanks to his will alone, and overcome any physical discomfort or weakness.

So during that infamous pancakes scene, maybe he was telling the truth; Maybe he really did skip lunch and he was hungry. He overheard someone talking about panckes, the most basic part of his brain relised how starved he was, and he absentmindedly mentioned food to the group without thinking; Not to mention that hunger could also bog down his thought process and attentiveness.

Idk, I guess that I'd find it compelling if it was such a basic biological need that did him in in the end. No matter how much he schemed and planned, he was a human in the end, an animal who is driven by simple needs and desires. He neglected that part of himself, thinking his brilliance, his "higher" self alone will let him achieve his goals, but in the end it was that "primitive" part of him that he trivialized that pulled him down and undid all of his hard work.

[gooselycharm]

severance comic process write up (unasked for)

i finished season 1 of severance jan 24 and maybe by then NL had already begun his apple tv tirades. so maybe that's why i thought of the get it twisted speech? dont remember exactly but i was like wait......... this kinda fits...... and basically the images were forming in my head and i had to get them out. this is the best kind of inspiration to have. when it feels like you are afflicted with a life-threatening disease and the only cure is to draw pictures

i decided i wanted square panels and a black and white color scheme pretty early on. i wanted the pacing to feel kind of fast, so one line per page (basically i was trying to match the monologue). black and white also made sense because 1) i didn't want this to take 2 years like my last comic 2) fits theme of the show and the monologue rapidly whipping back and forth 3) i thought maybe i'd riso print this in the beginning and 1 color would be cheapest/easiest

the sketching phase was really smooth. it was like the images were in my mind already and just needed to be brought to life. my motivation was strong as well (i thought it was really funny and if no one liked it at least i really really liked it).

^ my sketches. most compositions made it to final without major edits. i did cut almost all of the last 8 because i didn't feel like I needed the moment to be dragged out so much AND i was getting pretty tired by that point lol.

one page i'm glad i changed was the ms casey one. the reason i changed it at first was because i thought it was too similar to the irving/burt one. and then i ended up really liking the new composition.

as i moved to final, i had a couple of inspirations in mind. i'm a huge fan of sophia foster-dimino's work, and in particular her sex fantasy comics

^ books/zines i looked at for inspiration. second image is a spread from sex fantasy #4.

i also was inspired by jennifer xiao's comics and how chootalks and nogoodwithcat handle linework and value

i was inspired by jennifer's pop up ads comic for this page. i like the humor in her work and wanted to bring an element of that into my comic.

i love these drawings by choo that showcase these eerie tableaus of desserts/cakes/hammers/etc! i was trying to evoke the same vibe with the two "get it twisted" pages with the stack of waffles.

also, just tons and tons of references taken from the show and stock images.

i pretty much just worked for two weeks straight until i finished. what unemployment does to a motherfucker. even though it's fanart and the words aren't mine, it's a pretty personal comic. i got suddenly laid off last fall which has made me feel all sorts of feelings, and then starting up my job search this year has been grueling. it kinda blows my mind that anyone expects you to love your job. i love my cat. i love the people important to me. i love moving my body and eating good food and listening to music and being out in nature. i love the color green. i dont love my fucking JOB lmfao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! are you freaking CRAZY???????? literally do NOT get it twisted. but also please hire me. <- this dichotomy has been making me nuts

anyway. the reception to my comic has been mind blowing. people have said some insanely nice things. i also really appreciate anyone who's read and enjoyed the comic without knowledge of severance or northernlion LMAO honestly amazed and in disbelief.... ty so much..... it really means a lot!!!!!!!!!!

okay i ran out of things to say for now byeeeeeeeeeeee

[elysianstarfall]

under the weather (phantom busters)

summary: you're not feeling too good... what does your boyfriend do about it?

characters: shishikuno mogari, korekishi eugene, kanzaki kaoru, tamon kotaro

a/n: unfortunately self-indulgent bc i am going through it rn bro 💔 for these hcs in my mind you guys are at his house or something idk

s. mogari

immediately worries that it's his fault

"you swear you're not mad at me? say on god."

once you rule that out he's wondering whose fault it is

cause like

why the fuck does his beautiful gf look so sad

who could have possibly done this??

if it's because of a person, he's planning the most elaborate scheme to ruin their life

if it's not, he calms down and tries to see if he can help

gives you one of those super tight hugs and doesn't let go until you're literally gasping for air

even after he does let go he still keeps his hands somewhere on you

physical touch final boss i tell you

holds your face in his hands or just holds your hands or just has his arm around your shoulder he dgaf as long as he's touching you somewhere

anyways it looks like he's not listening to you when you talk

like, at all

i swear he is

you can ask him something like "what did i just say" and he'll repeat it word for word

somehow

he's not one to think of solutions though, he'll just hear you out

basically just holds you and listens to everything you say

he's never been so quiet in his life

k. eugene

the bf ever

lets you get it all out, lets you cry on his shoulder or into his chest or do whatever you need to do

and then brainstorms things to do to make it better

he's so nice about it

asks if it's something you think would work or if you want a different solution

really wants to help you, but if you tell him to stop he will

like he'll drop it right away

gets you your favorite snacks and whatnot

delays doing his homework and stuff to comfort you because

his girl is sad what could be more important than that

if you're spiraling or you're seriously getting depressed he just distracts you

he's so smooth with it too!!

like a casual topic switch to what you had for breakfast or your favorite food or your favorite color or why your favorite color is your favorite color or...

what were you sad about again?

as i said he lets you do whatever you need

he has tissues ready obviously but if you feel like sobbing into his shirt, go for it

he's not gonna stop you

he'll just stroke your hair or trace things on your back until you feel better

and you do

k. kaoru

stares at you

huh????

yeah

you're like two seconds away from sobbing your eyes out and he's just staring

he's actually so sorry

he's had to comfort his sister a couple times but that doesn't mean he's good at it

his brain starts working again though dw

not a physical touch guy but he'll reach for your hand

and if you want a hug his arms are open

the type to listen quietly and only respond when you ask him stuff

ok that sounds kinda bad but he just wants to let you get everything off your chest

and he's very much paying attention

but if you ask him for help he has zero solutions to your problem

again he's so sorry

really wishes he could help you more but his coping mechanism was literally reading manga while crying in his room

puts on an anime or a movie to distract you

but if he can tell it's not working he'll turn it off and just cuddle with you

yeah he's "not a physical touch guy" but if it makes you feel better he'd do anything

you end up just falling asleep and when you wake up he's staring again

but this time he's smiling a bit

t. kotaro

while he's trying to cheer you up, he just gets sad for you

like how is he supposed to be happy when the love of his life is going through something???

how dare he???

^ probably his thought process

so now you're both sad

great...

listens to you really closely

makes small noises so you know he's locked in

like "mhm" or "really?"

knows exactly what to say to make you feel better

are we kidding he literally helps ghosts pass on by talking to them

it's lowkey a free therapy session

promises you it'll all be ok

doesn't matter how dire the situation is, he hates seeing you worry about it so much

if you don't feel like sharing he just puts his headphones over your ears and puts on your shared playlist for you to listen to

or!!

if you ask him to really nicely he'll sing for you

he'll only do it super quietly though, he's too shy

won't initiate too much physical contact, might hold your hand or wipe your tears

just tries his best to be there for you

[thesiltverses]

The horror of Eric Carle

Becoming a dad has really been a reminder of all the half-forgotten books that got me interested in horror: the ones that I will definitely share with my kid (The Minpins) and the ones that I probably won't (Not Now, Bernard)

And then there's Eric Carle, and now it's all coming flooding back - the very first time in my life that I experienced terror. Seriously, what the fuck is this?

Carle's most famous book, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, is in its own way uneasy and strange (the caterpillar's voracious and growing hunger is presented ambiguously both as an unavoidable and natural process of change and something greedy and grotesque; the caterpillar appears to devour its own place-of-birth and then feels good about it) but it flies under the radar by being very unCarle-like. The caterpillar is largely tiny and cute, we get plenty of colourful close-ups of tasty-looking food, and there are only two pages and a cover which feature Carle's favourite preoccupation: giant animals with irregular, scissor-cut eyes staring unhappily at the reader as they threaten to grow larger than the page itself.

I genuinely remember feeling deeply unnerved by Carle's first major piece of illustration work, Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?, written with Bill Martin Jr., but only now do I understand why. Holy shit, I have so many questions.

Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you see? I see a red bird looking at me.

Why is the rhyme-scheme so frantic and breathless, like it's being chanted out during an escalating ritual somewhere deep in the forests? Why are the animals - textured via collage as if half-carved from wood themselves - staring directly at us, the audience, before then revealing that they're actually looking behind us at something else which is staring back at them in turn? Why do so many of the animals look so fearful and haunted as they acknowledge the vast web of visibility which exists between them?

Why does the 'white dog' page - perhaps the only-genuinely-friendly-looking animal - briefly plunge us into night-time, creating the impression that these creatures are somehow watching each other across spans of time and space, when Carle is fully capable of just drawing an outline around the dog?

Why is the teacher's neck extending like a xenomorph's tongue as she glares with narrowed eyes down at the children (what horrible act have they caught her doing?) Why is the cover of follow-up Polar Bear, Polar Bear, What Do You Hear clearly depicting a Tuunbaq stalking the reader?

What seems remarkable and bizarre is that Carle, a talented artist, deliberately chooses to draw animals for infant readers which are neither cute nor charming but which consistently embody the internet joke about hares - feral wilderness prophets who've glimpsed the truth of the universe and gone mad - and has made a stunningly successful career out of doing so.

Carle's beasts know something terrible that they do not fully understand, and which they are incapable of sharing with us.

I'll avoid the crass temptation to draw serious biographical inferences here (Carle believed he had PTSD from an adolescence spent in Nazi Germany, and his works were inspired by his childhood walks with his father, who returned home psychologically shattered by his own experiences as a Soviet prisoner-of-war) and just say that there is something wonderful, awful and innocent in the fact that perhaps the most popular baby-book artist of all time, when asked to draw a goldfish, would respond with what is clearly a monstrous open-mouthed leviathan rising up from black depths to devour us all.

Look at this horrible fucking thing. It rocks.

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Government Schemes for Food Processing Units: Subsidy & Bank Loan Interest Details

Government Schemes for Food Processing Units: Subsidy & Bank Loan Interest Details Food Processing उद्योग भारत में तेजी से बढ़ रहा है और सरकार इसे और अधिक बढ़ावा देने के लिए विभिन्न schemes लेकर आई है। यदि आप एक Food Processing Unit स्थापित करना चाहते हैं, तो भारत सरकार की विभिन्न योजनाओं के तहत आपको Subsidy, Bank Loan और अन्य financial assistance मिल सकती है। इस blog में हम विस्तार से इन…

[no-passaran]

Daniella Fodera got an unusually early morning call from her research adviser this month: The doctoral student’s fellowship at Columbia University had been suddenly terminated.

Fodera sobbed on phone calls with her parents. Between the fellowship application and scientific review process, she had spent a year of her life securing the funding, which helped pay for her study of the biomechanics of uterine fibroids — tissue growths that can cause severe pain, bleeding and even infertility. Uterine fibroids, an underresearched condition, impact up to 77 percent of women as they age.

“I’m afraid of what it means for women’s health,” Fodera said. “I’m just one puzzle piece in the larger scheme of what is happening. So me alone, canceling my funding will have a small impact — but canceling the funding of many will have a much larger impact. It will stall research that has been stalled for decades already. For me, that’s sad and an injustice.”

[...]

Researchers say threats to federal research funding and President Donald Trump’s promise to eliminate any policy promoting “diversity, equity and inclusion” are threatening a decades-long effort to improve how the nation studies the health of women and queer people, or improve treatments for the medical conditions that affect them. Agency employees have been warned not to approve grants that include words such as “women,” “trans” or “diversity.”

That could mean halting efforts to improve the nation’s understanding of conditions that predominantly affect women, including endometriosis, menopause, infectious diseases contracted in pregnancy and pregnancy-related death. It could also stall research meant to treat conditions such as asthma, heart disease, depression and substance abuse disorders, which have different health implications for women versus men, and also have outsized impacts on LGBTQ+ people and people of color — often underresearched patients. [...]

The United States already lagged in promoting scientific inquiry that considered how sex and gender can influence health — and has a recent history of focusing research on White men. Less than 50 years ago, the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) actively discouraged researchers from including women who could become pregnant in clinical trials for new medical products, leaving it often unclear if U.S.-based therapeutics were safe for them. It wasn’t until 1993 that clinical trials were legally required to include women and “individuals from disadvantaged backgrounds.” [...]

The report, requested by Congress, also found that researchers still struggled to understand the implications of common conditions such as endometriosis and uterine fibroids, the long-term implications of pregnancy, or gender gaps in mental health conditions — all areas where Black women in particular experience worse health outcomes or face heightened barriers to appropriate treatment. Investments had stalled in looking at how sex and gender interact with race or class in influencing people’s health outcomes.

[egglain]

Go Ahead & Cry (I’d Wipe Away All Your Tears)

incl.: nanami, choso, toji, gojo, geto, sukuna

summary: for a group of men who kill for a living, they’re awfully sweet… most of the time. AKA: how the jjk men comfort you

a/n: ngl i’m writing this bc i’m finally processing the US election results & i just… can’t deal. my heart goes out to all of you. pls take care of yourselves & enjoy the drabbles 🫶

Nanami

Nanami would be the first to notice something is off.

Whether you’re both at home and you’re just a bit too quiet, or he hasn’t heard from you by his lunch break while at work, something is distinctly off.

He wouldn’t be the nosy type, or the type to press. He’d bring home a sweet treat and a sentimental good (a potted flower, a stuffed animal, something that reminded him of you) without a word.

He wouldn’t pity you; far from it. And he’d never want to make you feel like that. So he’d leave the gifts on the coffee table and greet you with a kiss to the forehead, like always.

He’d sit in silence with you as if nothing was awry— allow you to feel your emotions. He’d put on a movie you like, something mindless and upbeat, without asking. Drag you to his chest and hold you there, keeping you warm and grounded in his touch.

If the waterworks start up, he’d rub your back with a large hand and press kisses to the part of your hair.

“That’s it. Get it out. I know.”

Choso

Choso is either too emotionally in-tune or completely clueless until the tears start.

But when he knows you’re upset, he feels it too.

He gets it wrong a lot of the time, at the beginning— tries to pry the cause out of you so he can minimize it. In his defence, he does it with good intentions; tries to help you see that the perceived threat is small in the greater scheme of things, that everything will work out.

But when the tears start welling, he knows he’s fucked up.

And god, is he so sweet trying to fix things.

“So sorry—“

He’d kiss the salty tears off your cheeks without hesitation.

“How do I make it stop?”

His bleeding heart is his biggest weakness and his greatest strength.

You wouldn’t have to lift a finger for the rest of the day, as he tries to make things up to you. Cooking (though he burns the bottom of the pan), cleaning (though he spills the food and has to clean again), and cuddles would be the itinerary.

Though he loves to be little spoon, he’d let you rest in his arms as long as you need it. And once you find a spot in his arms, he wouldn’t dare move.

Toji

Toji is not great with words. Or gifts. Or quality time, really.

Despite his best intentions, he always manages to fuck it up somehow. Usually by minimizing your feelings with a “what now?” or a “‘s not a big deal.” or a “nothin’ to cry over.”

It’s not his fault you cry over the little things & that you look so cute doing it. Those fat tears and reddened cheeks scratch the sadistic part of his brain so good.

That being said, he’s learned what you like over the years. Even stopped scoffing when he senses you’re feeling down.

No, he’s developed a plan.

At the first signs of distress (he’s gotten really good at recognizing these), he’s got you in his arms. If he’s at work, you better bet he’s speeding things up and hauling his ass back.

He wrestles you into his big clothes; don’t even think about fighting him on this. He wants you comfy and cozy. He’d be setting you up on the couch, dragging the comforter down from the bedroom to wrap you up. He’d sit there with you for hours, massaging your feet or calves and ordering food in. Your favourite fast food— and a whole lotta ice cream.

Don’t take advantage of his kindness though; he’s still Toji. Any snide comments, and he’d be quick to snap back.

“Shut up n’ let me take care of ya.”

Gojo

Gojo’s a little… misguided when cheering people up most of the time. That is, unless you find his goofy antics comforting.

He’s known for draping himself over shoulders obnoxiously, pinching and pulling cheeks, and light jabs that crack (only) him up.

When that doesn’t work, it’s a quick fix— thanks to the seemingly unending pit of his black card.

Gojo Satoru, at his core, is a gift giver.

Nothing pleases him more than sharing things with you that he thinks will bring you joy— whether that’s an expensive physical present or a luxurious vacation abroad.

He’s wrapped around your little fingers and a sniffle would have him buckling at the knees and fumbling for his wallet.

While this might look like a cop out— a way to get out of emotional intelligence duty— it’s just one part of his approach. The man is actually quite sensitive and understanding once you dig beneath the layers of persona. And he can be surprisingly mature— though he’d never want to show that side to most of the world.

He’d always listen to your yapping, validating your feelings— he’d take your side always. And he is a pro at shit-talking. At the end of it, you always come out feeling a little bit better. A little bit stronger.

You are the strongest together, after all.

Geto

Suguru is a problem-solver.

He’d sit and motion for you to lay your head on his thighs. Long elegant fingers would make gentle work of your roots and scalp, and the tension would be melting away. When you’re relaxed enough to breathe, he’d want to hear all the venting.

“Now do you want solutions or just my ear?”

He’s your rock; always puts things into perspective if you ask. He’s always got advice— though sometimes clouded by bias. Still, it’s nice to have someone to bounce ideas off of. Someone who actually listens.

Understands.

The flipside, however, is the darkness you find in him. He understands what to do because he’s hurt too. You can see it in the way he carries himself, in the bags under his eyes and the shake of his hands on the bad days.

But you care for him like he cares for you— braid his hair back, let him talk it out, gift whatever advice you can muster.

And as soon as you’re both feeling better, you’d be getting crêpes with the girls.

Sukuna

The King of Curses does not understand human sadness.

Perhaps he had empathy for it, centuries ago, before he became the Two-faced Spectre.

But now, seeing you upset, all he can think of is how pathetic tears look in reddened eyes.

He’d wipe them away with a big thumb, clicking his tongue.

“Unsightly, pathetic little thing.”

Yet, the way he speaks down to you holds a softness. A protective nature he rarely gives voice to.

He’d treat you like a porcelain doll; a prized possession. No measure was inconvenient when it came to appeasing you— though he’d be quick to reprimand entitlement. And vehemently deny any sort of feeling towards you.

When the tears come, he’d be signalling for Uraume to draw a bath and cook your favourite. You’d find your room tidied, trinkets left on the foot of your bed as if dragged in by a wild animal— an ornate dagger, gold jewellery, incense.

He wasn’t one to demonstrate affection— but he’d keep you close on the tough days. Whether it be making a seat for you on one of his hulking thighs or allowing you to sleep in his quarters, he’d allow you to do as you please.

[lysaisland]

can we bridge the gap between feeling and fact?

He prided himself in being a great detective but, even then, he was still confused. No matter what train of thought he took, all lines led back to you. He was never any good at directions, but this was unbelievable.

Ranpo longed to unravel your entire being, thread by thread, knot after knot. He wanted to know how you ticked, to read you as easily as he would a case.

Surely he could conjure a better plan for his dilemma, instead of staring at the back of your head, the sides of your face, and whatever else his avid eyes could reel in.

The open window allowed the sunlight to stream in, catching your frowning eyes every so often. You were to the right of him, hunched slightly over your desk.

Despite your steady focus on work of all things, Ranpo thought that you had a sort of glow around you. He didn’t know any better way to describe it. It wasn’t all encompassing, or flashy, and it might even have just been the light, but something was utterly magnetising about you. It was subtle, and constant, as natural as breathing. He just needed to figure out exactly what it was.

Mmh, maybe he should go and close the blinds. You would like that, surely. The sun was at its brightest after all, noon, almost lunch, the best time of the day.

He wasn’t used to this. He was being a coward — a disgustingly passive one at that. Everytime his brilliant mind landed on the possible idea of getting up from his desk of doodled paperwork to do something, his, again, brilliant mind shut that idea down faster than he could properly process it. He couldn’t help it.

A small sigh, barely audible, slipped from his lips. If he couldn’t think straight, then it was only logical for him to take a step back and reevaluate his situation.

Ranpo pressed another piece of candy to his mouth, the sweet catching on his teeth. They were not as sickly as he thought they would be, but Ranpo was satisfied with the flavour.

He wondered if he should share them with you. It would be easy, just a call of your name and a small wave, candy in hand. You would come with a comfortable smile on your face if he beckoned.

There were more than enough left in the packet. As well as this, he had noticed that you were partial to this specific brand. Though, only an idiot wouldn’t be able to notice your clear preference for these sweets, especially when the same wrappers practically lived at your desk.

More than once, he had caught you absent-mindedly slipping the candy into your mouth, two at a time, whenever there was a big case that needed to be written up. He supposed that they were a kind of soother, an anchor, for you would always linger around the confectionery aisle, and reach for yet another packet with a soft look on your face. A look of nostalgia, brimming with subtle longing.

What if you looked at him like that?

He froze for a fraction of a second.

You, again. This again. It was simply maddening. Ranpo was accustomed to the gears in his head permanently turning, fine-tuning every minute, conceivable detail, because after all, he was​ The World's Greatest Detective. Hypotheticals were important for scheming, and speculation, for ordinary people. But, it had no real substance. Deductions were far studier.

However, despite this, Ranpo couldn’t bring himself to consider questions like those distractions. He liked to think about you; it was fun.

He was reminded of the time the two of you went to the near-by bakery. It had opened a few weeks ago, and you had asked him if he was interested in trying it out.

You didn’t ask Kyoka or Atsushi, who both had strong preferences for desserts. (Kyoka had to be restricted to one crêpe a week, rather than one per day.)

You didn’t even ask Yosano who was one of your closest confidants, and never passed up the opportunity to eat like a queen. (In fact, she was the one treating Kyoka to strawberry crêpes, everytime the food cart came near.)

The feeling of smug pride that grew in his chest was astonishing. You had asked him!

Suddenly, your voice ran out. Ranpo almost tumbled from his already precarious spot on his chair. He turned and looked up to see you standing over his desk. His name oozed out of your mouth again like warm honey.

Not a figment of his imagination. Very real. His mind slowed, no, halted in its tracks. You were so beautiful, the curve of your cheek looked so soft. The glow he was so focused on before seemed to intensify around your clear eyes. All he could muster up in that moment was how much he wanted to be closer to you.

What if he just slung his arms around you, losing himself in the smell of fresh cotton? Would you hug him back, what if you kissed him?

Ranpo forgot you also had this effect on him. Along with frequenting his mind so often that it could be deemed as a cause of concern, you had the uncanny ability to freeze him in his tracks. It became all too clear that this was not regular co-worker behaviour. It was obvious in more ways than one.

He liked you — a lot so it seemed.

“Would you like to go out with me again? The bakery is having a two for one deal.” Though the question was casual, your voice remarkably steady, Ranpo could see that you were nervous, as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

The phrasing was almost exactly the same as the last time you invited him out. Why he found that adorable, he'll never know. Maybe you liked him too, as undoubtedly as he did? His face twisted into a small smile at the thought. Why else would you be nervous?

The agency was freakishly silent, void of everyone, but the two of you. They must have headed out for lunch break a tad early.

Ranpo didn’t trust his voice to not crack — throat a little too dry after eating candy, and a little sticky. He decided to nod enthusiastically before you realised he was taking too long to answer your invite. He got up from the place, where he did absolutely nothing but daydream, and followed you faithfully out the door.

The two of you began to talk. Every word that fell from your lips endeared him, and he couldn’t help but indulge himself. Ranpo hoped that maybe his terrible directional skills would rub off on you. Maybe that way he would be able to stay this way with you for longer. Sometimes, he didn’t know why what he said was so funny, even so, he found himself honestly laughing along to your own giggles.

He could figure you out another time, for now, he would settle for the comfortable peace you gave him.

[ofdreamsnwishes]

In your mind, playing games with your boyfriend would be fun, a cute bonding moment for the both of you. But your boyfriend was Chenle, so honestly, you should’ve known better.

“Stop throwing food at me, Chenle! You’re making my side a mess!” You shove his shoulder as he laughed maniacally at you, having way too much fun at your expense.

“You asked for more tomatoes!” He shot back, defending his honor.

“I asked for one, not TEN!”

He was having fun alright, you on the other hand were stressed out. Maybe you should’ve known his schemes when he suggested Overcooked, an innocent smile on his lips as he promised everything will go smoothly… It didn’t.

“Zhong Chenle, one more tomato and I’ll-” He hit you square in the face with one.

Whipping your head in his direction, you gave him just a few seconds to brace himself before you pounced at him, hands trapping him under your body.

Chenle blinked up at you in surprise, hands instinctively holding onto your waist. Even if he was caught out of guard, he’d always reach out to you, to make sure you’d be alright. Just in case, of course.

“You! You’re doing this on purpose! You just want to annoy me! Ugh, Chenle, you’re so- Hmpf!” Your little angry rant gets interrupted by him pressing his lips to yours, hands pulling you down by the waist, making you lose your balance and fall on top of him.

Taking his chance he quickly flipped you over, pressing you against the couch, hands roaming your body as the kiss got more intense. You felt dizzy, either from the movement or the kiss, or maybe both, you couldn’t tell.

Your hands hesitantly wrapped around his neck, too stubborn to completely give in, but slowly getting lost in the feeling of his lips.

Parting with a shared need to breathe, you both stare at each other, panting as you try to compose yourselves. However, you quickly remembered why you were mad at him, so you frown again, a small pout forming on your lips.

“You’re trying to distract me-”

“You’re hot when you’re mad.” He cuts you off, a sly grin on his face.

“Zhong-” Kiss. “Chenle-” Kiss. “You better-“ Kiss. “Stop this right now!”

With your hands over his mouth, you squirm underneath him as you finally let out a giggle, too amused by his actions to stay mad at him.

A triumphant grin makes itself known on his lips he lets go of your hands, sitting up and helping you up as well in the process.

“Sigh…You’re hot when you smile too. Can I kiss you again? I promise to play nice this time!”

“Seriously-“