#food kills

[nourishnest]

The Deadly Snail Pace of Food: More Fatal Than Cancer

Food is a fundamental part of our daily lives, providing nourishment and sustenance. However, what if I told you that it is also the cause of more deaths than cancer? Yes, you read that right. Food is responsible for more fatalities than one of the most feared diseases in the world. This may come as a shock, as food is often associated with comfort and pleasure. But beneath its enticing facade lies a slow killer, silently taking lives at a snail's pace. In this blog post, we will delve into the dark side of food and explore the deadly consequences of its slow pace. Brace yourself for a startling revelation about the world's slowest serial killer: food.

Unmasking the World's Slowest Serial Killer: The Hidden Threat in Our Food

Food, the very thing that sustains us, has a dark side that often goes unnoticed. We consume it daily without a second thought, never suspecting that it may be the cause of more deaths than one of the most dreaded diseases in the world. It may seem impossible, but it's true. Food, in all its delectable forms, has the potential to be a slow serial killer.

The hidden threat lies in the toxins, contaminants, and bacteria that can infiltrate our food, lurking beneath its appetizing exterior. From harmful pesticides to deadly pathogens, our plates are sometimes laden with danger. What makes this threat even more insidious is its gradual, relentless nature. Unlike the immediate impact of diseases like cancer, food silently takes lives at a snail's pace, leaving its victims unaware until it's too late.

In this section, we will uncover the veil of innocence that shrouds our meals and expose the true face of this world's slowest serial killer. Prepare to be shocked as we explore the hidden threats lurking in our food.

Consuming Death One Bite at a Time: An In-depth Analysis of Food-related Deaths

Food-related deaths may seem like a rare occurrence, but the reality is far from that. Every year, countless lives are lost due to the hidden dangers lurking in our meals. From contaminated produce to contaminated meat, our food supply is riddled with hazards that can have fatal consequences. In this section, we will take a closer look at the different types of food-related deaths and the alarming statistics behind them.

One of the main culprits behind food-related deaths is foodborne illnesses. These illnesses can be caused by various bacteria, viruses, and parasites that contaminate our food. The symptoms may range from mild stomach discomfort to severe illness and, in some cases, death. Understanding the different types of foodborne illnesses and the ways in which they can be prevented is crucial in reducing the number of deaths caused by them.

Another factor that contributes to food-related deaths is the presence of toxins in our food. Pesticides, heavy metals, and other chemical contaminants can find their way into our meals and wreak havoc on our health. Over time, these toxins can accumulate in our bodies, leading to chronic illnesses and, in some cases, death.

By analyzing the various factors that contribute to food-related deaths, we can gain a better understanding of the magnitude of this issue and the steps we need to take to protect ourselves. From proper food handling and preparation to advocating for stricter food safety regulations, there are many ways in which we can prevent the consumption of death one bite at a time.

"Faster" Than Cancer: A Comparative Look at Food-borne Diseases and Cancer Fatalities

When we think of deadly diseases, cancer is often at the top of the list. However, what if I told you that food-borne diseases actually claim more lives than cancer? It may seem hard to believe, but the statistics don't lie. Food-borne diseases, caused by contaminated food, pose a greater threat to our health than cancer. While cancer can strike quickly and aggressively, food-borne illnesses have a slower, more insidious impact.

What makes this comparison even more startling is that food-borne diseases are preventable. By practicing proper food safety measures, such as washing hands, cooking food thoroughly, and storing it correctly, we can significantly reduce the risk of falling victim to this silent killer. The key is awareness and education.

In this section, we will delve into the numbers and explore the stark reality of food-borne diseases compared to cancer fatalities. Prepare to be shocked by the alarming statistics that highlight the true extent of this hidden danger.

Prevention is Better Than Cure: Ways to Protect Ourselves From The Silent Killer

When it comes to the silent killer that lurks in our food, prevention is truly better than cure. While it may seem daunting to think about all the potential dangers that could be hidden in our meals, there are steps we can take to protect ourselves and minimize the risk.

First and foremost, proper food handling and preparation are key. Washing fruits and vegetables thoroughly, cooking meats to the appropriate temperature, and avoiding cross-contamination can go a long way in preventing foodborne illnesses.

Another important aspect of prevention is staying informed. Keeping up-to-date with food recalls and safety alerts can help us avoid consuming potentially hazardous foods. Additionally, staying educated on the proper storage and expiration dates of food products can further reduce the risk of contamination.

Advocating for stricter food safety regulations is also crucial in preventing the silent killer. By supporting policies that ensure proper food inspection, labeling, and enforcement, we can hold food manufacturers and suppliers accountable for providing safe products.

In conclusion, protecting ourselves from the hidden threat in our food requires a proactive approach. By practicing safe food handling, staying informed, and advocating for stricter regulations, we can minimize the risk of falling victim to the slowest serial killer: our meals.

[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[floweroflaurelin]

I would have been lost without you. Thank you for guiding me, and always protecting me.

I don’t think you ever needed me as a guardian, though it was my life’s honour to do so.

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Baby Emhira having a bright moment with her guardians Purvan and Galdric! I can’t stop thinking about Purvan helping to raise the Raven Queen as a baby. The mortal who became a goddess who became a mortal, and he’s there to watch her grow up. It makes me so emotional 🥲

[idolomantises]

Rewatching Adventure Time, I can't help but think so much Princess Bubblegum discourse would be non-existent if people actually watched the show to completion instead of randomly hyperfocusing on some of PB's bad deeds.

There's a very bizarre and commonly held belief that Princess Bubblegum did terrible things and got away with it, that nobody held her accountable. When the show makes a point, repeatedly, that Princess Bubblegum is well meaning but deeply flawed, and to some characters, straight up evil.

I see fans point to "The Cooler" a lot as proof that PB is an irredeemable character, and while it is her worst act in the entire show.... I think people forgot that that was the point. Near the end of the episode she stops spying on people in Ooo because it was an invasion of privacy. In another episode she's called out for exploiting some aliens and lets them go. She feels ashamed that her own people are terrified of her. She loses her entire kingdom, and realizes she needs to get her shit together.

I'm pretty critical of shows that are way too lenient on flawed female characters but Princess Bubblegum isn't one of them. She's awesome, and heavily misunderstood.

[11oh1]

A mi fi tell yu! 🗣️

[lazycranberrydoodles]

english translation book 5 baby we are in the ‘people assuming kid form hua cheng is xie lian’s son’ era 🔥🔥🔥 / follow for more hualian silliness

[yourplayersaidwhat]

sorcerer: [tries to hit the enemy with a fire bolt and misses]

me, dm: yeah so your attack misses and instead hits a poor bird flying… like a cartoon it turns into a roasted bird and falls down

sorcerer: can we eat the bird

me: no. you cant eat it.

barbarian: aw we can’t eat the roadkill?

me: you cannot eat the roast chicken roadkill

like 3-5 players, in unison: NOOOOOOO

later, rogue misses a shot

me: so yeah the bullet hits another poor bird flying—

my players: can we eat the—

me: YOU CANNOT EAT THE ROADKILL

them: NOOOOOOO

later, barbarian misses a brick throw

me: it hits a coyote running next to the train—

rogue: damn the ecosystem is NOT gonna recover from this

the others: CAN WE EAT—

[acheronist]

hickey's knife super interesting for obvious reasons, but also have you guys ever see some of the other knifes that got fashioned / salvaged from the wrecks.... especially the inuit-made ones....

like these are very beautiful to MEEEEE

[kizzer55555]

The power of hotdogs

Danny is running to Gotham to escape the GIW. As he’s running into an alleyway, he crashes into non other than condiment king who proceeds to attack and hits the GIW goons behind him. This absolutely terrifies them due to the fact that their prestigious white clothes will be stained. The fact that he has people running in terror gives Condiment king a giddy feeling so he proceeds to chase them around Gotham.

Thus starts Danny’s constant exploits of running to condiment king when he’s being chased and the rogue scarring the living daylights out of the GIW. They develop nightmares and Condiment king starts developing new concoctions that will specifically stain clothes and never come out. Mwa ha ha!

Eventually, Danny gets adopted by the rogue and becomes his sidekick. Now, when people learned that condiment king got a new sidekick, they laughed. Who in their right mind would want to mentor under him. They believed that this was some poor sob who was down on their luck and truly desperate. That or some weirdo like the ‘king’ himself.

But they didn’t understand.

They didn’t understand that they should never have let Danny Fenton (known as Phantom) become Condiment King’s sidekick.

Danny knows how to animate hotdogs and other foods to create an army. Danny knows intimately about the secret nasty burger sauce that is capable of powerful explosions of you heat it up. Danny has knowledge in the usage and how to build various weaponry designed to shoot or even be powered by green sludge (which can easily be replaced by ketchup, mustard, or relish).

And he hasn’t even shown Gotham his power-set yet. No one knows why he calls himself phantom. For all they know, he’s just a normal (terrifying) human.

Everyone blames the GIW for this mess.

[greenglowinspooks]

(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (pt. 2)

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Tw: N/A

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) - (Pt. 3 here)

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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It was a beautiful morning. Somehow, against all odds, the sun was shining through the thick smog perpetually covering Gotham.

And Danny hated it.

He was in pain, he was exhausted, he was grieving, and all he wanted to do was sleep for at least a week.

In an act of celestial mockery, the sun shone regardless.

After around twenty minutes of tossing and turning in bed, trying to get back to sleep, Danny gave up and pried himself out of bed.

He stumbled through the hallway and into the living room, staring openly at every splash of color he saw in the small apartment. He hadn’t forgotten what color looked like in the time he was in the lab, but it was comforting to see.

Someone cleared their throat. Danny whipped his head around, eyes falling on a scrawny, gangly man sitting down in a worn armchair, hunched over a laptop. He was looking at him with a dull, bored expression.

Right. Scarecrow.

His escape.

The chase.

His mom.

“You look a lot less terrifying without the mask,” Danny blurted out, slapping his hand over his mouth. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t call my normal appearance frightening,” Scarecrow hummed, focusing his attention back onto the laptop, “that’s what the costume is for, after all.”

“Oh.”

After a brief moment of excruciating silence, Scarecrow spoke.

“You any good with computers, Danny? Hacking, and all that?”

Danny jolted. Scarecrow needed his help with something! This was great! Now, he’d have more of a reason not to get rid of him!

“Oh, uh, yeah! Not as good as my friend Tucker, but I think I’m pretty good.”

“And you’re familiar with the GiW’s systems specifically,” Scarecrow continued, beckoning him over. Danny complied, shuffling over awkwardly. “Right?”

“Well, I guess? My friends and I got into their stuff a couple of times before they…”

“Wonderful,” Scarecrow said, standing up with a stretch. He shoved the laptop into Danny’s hands and gestured for him to sit down on the couch. “Then you can hack into their system and extract whatever files you can find.”

Danny stared at the man like he’d lost his mind. He looked back at him expectantly.

Danny sat down.

“Yeah, I-I can do that. Tuck and I built a back door into their system ages ago,” he said, checking the screen. It was clear that for all the skills that Scarecrow had, hacking was definitely not one of them. “But, uh, don’t you have someone else that usually does this sort of thing for you? Not that I’m complaining!”

Scarecrow scowled, and Danny felt his heart fall into his ass.

“Usually, I do,” Scarecrow huffed, “but I chose to leave my most recent job with the Penguin early, so now there’s no way that he or Eddie will help me with anything until I make it up to them somehow.”

“Oh,” Danny said.

He had no clue whatsoever who Eddie was.

Danny got to work quickly, hoping that if he ignored the gangly man, he would leave him be. Luckily, he did just that, leaving to go work on something in another room.

Danny checked the laptop’s security before continuing Scarecrow’s progress, making sure that the GiW wouldn’t be able to grab their location.

It was…threateningly good. Whoever Eddie was, he had somehow crammed the functionality of a top-of-the-line PC into a tiny, beat-up old laptop. It almost reminded Danny of Tucker and his terrifying competence with his PDA.

Tucker.

Amity park.

Home.

Danny snapped himself out of his thoughts, tabbing back into the application Scarecrow had up and began to work his magic.

He had near full access to the entire GiW database within half an hour.

Mumbling out a quick thank-you to Tucker, he called Scarecrow over to appraise his work.

“Fixed up some food for you while you worked,” the rogue said, handing him a bowl of oatmeal, taking the laptop into his lap as he did so, “didn’t know how well you could eat, considering you’re recovering from… surgery, so I decided to stay on the safe side.”

Danny had no clue what this guy’s deal was.

He definitely did not tear up at the first genuine thoughtfulness he encountered in weeks, and he did not look away as he ate so that Scarecrow couldn’t see his face.

At least Scarecrow was too focused on the laptop to notice or care.

Or, maybe, he was just mercifully ignoring him.

Either way, Danny ate slowly, not wanting to make himself sick. He allowed himself to absentmindedly look around the room for the first time, taking everything in.

It was strangely homey. The space was filled with warm browns and yellows, a few splashes of color on the wall in the form of (obviously gifted) paintings. There was a beat-up bookshelf against the wall, clearly second-hand, filled to the brim with psychology books. On every available surface there was a different colored candle, all at different stages of use, clearly collected over the course of years.

Danny knew that the man next to him was a crazed, murderous criminal, but his home was oddly reminiscent of Jazz.

He was not about to cry.

“Danny,” Scarecrow hummed, snapping him out of his spiraling, “can you explain this to me?”

He looked over. The rogue was pointing to a new report, seemingly posted only a few hours ago.

Nodding, he took the computer into his lap, pouring over the contents.

He read the report again.

And again.

And again.

Danny swore loudly, crumpling like a wet paper bag, head in his hands.

“What?”

“It’s…” he swore again, glancing back at the laptop, “they…since you became liminal from synthetic ectoplasm, when we’re within about 500 meters of one another, our ectoplasm signatures resonate, and they can’t track us with any of their technology.”

“How is that a bad thing?”

“If we’re not that close to each other, they can track us down from anywhere in the world.”

Scarecrow went dead quiet. After what felt like the single longest minute of Danny’s life, he let out a truly exasperated sigh, slumping over in his seat.

“Yeah, me too,” Danny mumbled, utterly miserable.

“…I’ll have to move my plans back a little,” Scarecrow sighed, “I can’t drag an injured child with me when I attack the Gotham GiW base, you’ll just get in the way.”

“Oh come on,” Danny whined, “I can take care of myself just fine. Besides, Batman brings kids with him to do dangerous stuff all the time, and he’s fine!”

“Might I remind you that the second Robin died violently,” Scarecrow snapped, “and that Batman most likely has more traumatic brain injuries than all of the Gotham rogues combined. That really isn’t the winning argument you think it is.”

Danny paused, trying to think up some way to win the argument. Then, he realized what he had ignored before.

“Wait, Scarecrow, you’re gonna attack the GiW?”

“That’s the plan,” he nodded, “and call me Dr. Crane. I’m only Scarecrow when I’m in the mask.”

But,” Danny sputtered, “Sca—uh, Dr. Crane—that’s insane! The weapons they’ve got- they’ll rip you apart!”

“Not my first time,” Crane said, making Danny wince. “Besides, I have plenty of experience avoiding gunfire. I’ll live.”

“You…” Danny was silent for a while, trying to think of something to say, “fine, but you have to take me with you wherever you go. As soon as they see either of us on their radars, they’ll hunt us down.”

Dr. Crane sighed.

“…Fine. I need some time to plan anyways. Now, you’re going to help me download these files, properly format them, and send them out.”

“…Why?”

“Well, some of the other rogues might appreciate the heads up, and I’d quite like them to be indebted to me. Besides, I still need to pay back the Penguin for ditching him, and he loves knowing things that other people don’t.”

Danny paused.

“That’s an awful idea, no offense. If any of the rogues know our weaknesses, they—”

“Danny, we’re censoring everything. The only things they need to know about are the GiW specifically, and any sort of laws surrounding them.”

Danny snorted.

“You care about laws now?”

“Yes, because if we get taken to Arkham, they’ll hand us off to the GiW the moment they ask, and it’ll be completely legal.”

Oh. Danny had honestly forgotten that Arkham was an option.

“…Ok. I’ll help you. Who are we telling?”

“I don’t think you really need to know,” Dr. Crane said, the faintest shadow of an amused look on his face, “but I’ll humor you for now. We’re sending the files out to the Penguin, Riddler, Poison Ivy via Harley Quinn, Two-Face, and Red Hood.”

Danny nodded. He could live with that.

“Alright, then let’s get to work.”

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[identitty-dickruption]

the thing about ARFID (or, at least, my presentation of it) is that my brain will refuse to interpret anything other than my safe foods as food. sometimes asking me to eat something off my list of foods would be the same as asking you to eat a shoe. it’s probably technically possible, but your entire body will resist eating it and it will make you distressed and then quite sick. it’s not “becoming a picky eater when I’m stressed”, it’s “stress removes my ability to see all foods as food”

[kyyuuuy]

Starcrossed lovers, on a treacherous night

Sharpening the blades of murderous delight

[spacedace]

Okay but the Justice League finds out their new baby hero teammate Phantom is the Ghost King by virtue of the Fright Night showing up while they're in the middle of a meeting, looking terrifying and such and scaring the shit out of everyone- even more so when Constantine starts freaking out over the fact that the sworn night of the King of the Infinite Realms is in the Watchtower what the fuck that's apocalyptically bad Pariah Dark is supposed to be locked the fuck up forever - but instead of trying to smite them all or yeet them into the nightmare dimension he just pulls out a space themed packed lunch??? And gives it to Phantom??

And the mildly eldritch giant murder ghost is talking about how "The Queen Mother commanded me to ensure you ate my Lord, she says you missed your morning meal."

And Phantom is just grumbling about over protective sisters and "there's a cafeteria i would have been fine" what the fuck is happening right now?

What do you mean "oops you forgot" Phantom I thought the ghost thing was just a theme!

[obsob]

sending emails but sniffling and whimpering after typing each word

[projectmayhem-stims]

stimboard with ice nine kills gifs, slashers, halloween treats, and VHS/analog horror for @dead-dog-dont-eat !

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🖤 🖤 🖤

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[queenvhagar]

Rhaenyra sends a boat of food past the blockade and it's framed as a politically smart maneuver as if it wouldn't just highlight that she has full control over the blockade and it's because of her that there's no food for anyone in the city 🙄