#pre IB

[noctupede]

vi trenger nå å se Island som vgs elev💪🏼 (yes, this is a doodle request !)✨

everyone needs to know the pain and suffering of vgs students trying to make visma work consistently

anyway, emil!!!! in VGS he would be a pre-IB and then IB student, because he's a nerd. living with his brother and his brothers roommates who are all vg3 students (senior high school student basically) and Emil is a vg1 student (sophomore high school student)

i think most of the others would take studiespes, not any yrkesfag

i think putting historical events in the form of like high school students is funny

emil is super good at biology and science related subjects, math is not his strong point but he's not entirely hopeless in it. however he's hopeless in anything related to economy(get it? bcs iceland has had so many economic issues? yeah)

he used to get picked on, so America, wanting to be the hero, as vowed to protect him at all cost (despite emil very clearly finding him annoying)

[starrycrusade]

either way, you lose

[gaylactic-fire]

Disney trying to go for a more watercolour-y aesthetic with that Wish movie feels like how Skyward Sword tried to incorporate a similar style. Except SKSW is a limited hardware game from 2011 and Wish is a multimillion dollar movie in 2023

[lav-endermoon]

[girl who is not reading pride and prejudice voice] i have less than 48 hours to read the entirety of pride and prejudice

[lifeisbetterinmydreams]

every time my life is not busy i think back to the times that it was extremely busy and wonder how i did it, then a busy time comes around and i do it again

[johnsonschool]

Science exhibitions in schools foster curiosity, critical thinking, and hands-on learning. They inspire students to explore STEM subjects, sparking creativity and innovation.

[rafeslittlepup]

— bunnywife is tiktok famous

“what my husband eats & does in a day” as a soft girly music plays in the background.

“7:30am — i wake him up with kithes and his pre-workout, he says i have to kiss him or he won’t go!”

she’s in a silk baby blue robe holding a little heart mug with preworkout, rafe is shirtless and looks insane

“8am — breakfast! 5 eggs, steak, hashbrowns, & black coffee in his ‘world’s best husband’ mug”

she films the absurdly large wood board while he’s eating like a wolf. he slaps her hand when she tries to steal a bite and she giggles

“noon — gym break + protein shake i made him (he says it tastes like ‘liquid chalk’ but still drinks it 💪🏼 teehee)”

he chugs it with no emotion.

“3pm — lunch: steak, a potato, avocado. he says if he eats a salad he’ll ‘start lactating’ so i don’t argue !! ”

he’s eating it with his hands agaun while watching a youtube video called “how to survive a bear attack”

“7pm — dinner: 2 burgers, no bun, just meat & cheese. i made a cute little salad too but he called it ‘rabbit food’ :( 🐇”

he smirks and puts a burger in her mouth mid video, “you need protein too, baby”

“10pm — says ‘real men don’t need skincare’ but he lets me roll his face with my pink jade roller if i straddle him 🧖🏼‍♀️”

he’s on the bed looking grumpy while she’s giggling and rolling his face.

“midnight snack: me! goodnighttttt bunnies!”

he kisses her cheek, half-asleep mumbling “turn that shit off”

💬

@girlcoquettish: the way he looks like he eats drywall but it’s somehow hot???

@barbiey2k: girl blink twice if ur okay

@brathatespatriarch: this man is 100% the reason feminism was invented

@kyle_lifts: Bro is living the dream. Steak, protein, and a girl who worships him?

@bros4bunny: We must protect her at all costs.

@tradsinthetrap: real tradwives wear lipgloss and have IBS like bunny. don’t get it twisted.

[vedanyaschool]

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[thebibliosphere]

Wait, PMDD and GERD are connected to MCAS? Because I have both of those. Would you please talk a little more about that?

They can be connected to MCAS, yes.

If you google it, the current AI answer will tell you that mast cells are present in the esophagus, which is true, but only because mast cells are present in every part of the body.

What would be more helpful to say is that the esophagus is lined with histamine receptors, and when these receptors are activated it leads to chronic inflammation caused by several mast cell mediators which can make you more prone to acid damage.

Mast cells also release chemicals that can cause the stomach to overproduce acid, as well as relax the esophageal sphincter, which makes it easier for the acid to wash back up into the esophagus, causing further damage.

This is why some of the treatment aimed at GERD is actually antihistamines like Famotidine (Pepcid), which are type 2 histamine blockers, though I’ve yet to meet a GERD patient whose doctor has explained to them why this antihistamine works to relieve their GERD. The answer is mast cells.

(Note: MCAS is a multi system spectrum disorder that requires multiple factors to be present. Having some mild form of mast cell instability is actually far more common that is actually realized even by the broader medical community, with mast cell dysfunction now being linked to things like fibromyalgia, IBS, endometriosis, etc and I suspect in the next few decades, research is going to pivot drastically to focusing on mast cell treatment as a form of prevention instead of treating these disorders as things with no known cause and only symptom management.

My point of this whole section is to say: if you have GERD, that doesn’t automatically mean you have MCAS. You might have some form of mast cell instability that is causing issues, but so does a significant chunk of the population. It just isn’t discussed or recognized by current medical literature, though that is thankfully changing. Slowly, but the change is there.)

For PMDD there’s unsurprisingly a limited amount of research but the EDS clinic page on it is fairly comprehensive. Basically, hormonal fluctuations linked to the pre-menstrual stage of the menstrual cycle can prime mast cells to overreact, liberating several mast cell inflammatory chemicals but chief among them histamine which has been shown to have an effect on pain perception but also mood stability. There’s very little official studies related to histamine and PMDD, but looking at other studies such as the effect of histamine on major depressive disorder, you can sort of cobble together a bigger picture of how mast cells affect mental health and how hormonal fluctuations may impact this. Among the mast cell syndrome community you’ll sometimes see people talking about ‘masto rage’ or ‘histo rage’ and that’s because excess histamine in the brain can lead to extreme anger that can seem to come out of nowhere.

For me, this primarily happens with my PMDD and it feels like someone dropped a match into a barrel of napalm. My entire brain becomes a fucking mess that has gotten better with mast cell treatment, but not entirely eradicated.

This may be why some individuals who experience PMDD are self reporting relief from taking a histamine blocker like Famotidine during the luteal phase of their cycle.

Again, having these conditions doesn’t mean you have MCAS, but it can be an indication of some mast cell fuckery, especially if you have multiple things going on at once.

It wasn’t until I got diagnosed by my specialist that all these seemingly random unconnected disorders that I struggled with for nearly my entire life made sense because their primary instigation in my body was my untreated mast cell disorder. Everything from the chronic acid reflux that started as a child right down to my interstitial cystitis which started the moment my menstrual cycle kicked in at age 11.

Honestly it’s all been down hill since then.

Anyway, I hope this was useful.

[oopsiedaisydeer]

pushing it down and praying

smut, accidental? cheating, best friends to something more, emotional infidelity, sexual tension, wet dream, dry humping, unspoken feelings, mutual pining, guilt, angst, rough sex, cumming in pants, messy emotions, yearning, unresolved tension, morally grey

ib: this chapter of fresh air by @bernardsbendystraws and pushing it down and praying by lizzy mcalpine! credits: a fic inspired by this song has been written before by @silverspringsstare <3

word count - 1.1k

It happens sometime past three.

The room is dark, half-lit by a crooked street lamp outside your window. The sheets have slipped low on the bed, tangled at your ankles, too warm for early spring. You’d been sleeping. Deeply, you think. But something pulled you out of your slumber.

Not a sound. Not exactly.

A feeling.

Matt shifts behind you, slow, breathless. His hand tightens for a second around your waist. The pad of his thumb brushes your bare skin where your top has ridden up, and you freeze.

Not because it’s new. But because this time, his touch feels like it means something.

You shouldn’t be here. He doesn’t like it. Would probably not have even let you stay over if he knew you’d be sharing a bed with another guy, even if he was your best friend. Matt and you had sleepovers all the time before. You told yourself there wasn’t a difference. That you didn’t think about it. What it would be like, you and him.

His chest is bare. You hadn’t noticed before, or maybe you had and ignored it. But now the heat of his skin against your back is inescapable. His body curves into yours like he belongs there. The warmth of him, the faint scent of him lingering in your hair, the tension in his thighs, pressed against yours. 

It’s all too much.

He exhales, shallow and warm at the back of your neck. His hips shift forward, just once, the lazy drag of soft cotton and too much tension. You feel him. The wet heat of it. The way he’s trying not to breathe too loud, even subconsciously. The way his hard length fits against the curve of your ass, grinding in slow motion, as if he can’t stop.

You try not to think about what he would feel like inside you.

His hips jerk again, a low hum in his throat as he rubs against you.

Your heart stutters.

You don’t move. You don’t even open your eyes.

His fingers curl slightly against your stomach, holding on. You feel the flex of his forearm around your waist. And then another grind, firmer this time, more intentional, hips rolling with just enough pressure to make you ache. Like his body knows what you both want and is begging him not to stop.

You’re wide awake now. Rubbing your thighs together, trying not to move, telling yourself you know what you need. And that Matt does too.

But then you remember he’s still technically asleep, overtaken by thoughts he has no control over. You want to feel guilty. You do.

But then a soft sound slips from him. Not a full moan, not quite a whimper, but it scrapes at something inside you. Shame. Sadness. Want. The tip of his nose drags along the back of your shoulder. Then his lips. Barely there.

He stills.

You feel his whole body tense behind you, like maybe he’s going to stop. Maybe he’s awake and he realises what he’s doing. What you’re letting him do. But then, slowly, like a prayer, he does it again.

Thank god.

He’s gentle. Pathetic. Messy. Desperate.

Your thighs clench involuntarily. Your breathing is shallow, every muscle tight, your nipples hard against the fabric of your tank top.

You bite the inside of your cheek. Hard.

Matt’s breath hitches. His hips rut forward, low and slow, again and again, like he’s lost in it. His hand slips higher, fingertips grazing just beneath the hem of your tank top. He doesn’t grab. Doesn’t squeeze. Just holds. Just feels. His palm is hot, fingers twitching like he wants more.

You can feel the slick pre-spill between your legs, not even yours yet. His, seeping through cotton and against the back of your panties.

Matt breathes your name, not even a full whisper, just a possessive trace of it on his tongue, and then he’s gone. His hips jerk forward one last time, hard and quick, and he spills in his boxers with a low, strangled noise that punches the air from your lungs.

It feels sinful how good you feel. Not quite covered in him, but pressed against it. So close to more.

You don’t dare move. Just squeeze your eyes shut and try to keep your breathing even. Your own body pulses with heat. Shameful, undeniable heat. Where he touched you, where he pressed into you, where he’s left you damp and aching.

His forehead rests against your shoulder for a beat too long. Then his hand twitches, before retreating from your stomach. You feel the bed shift as he peels himself away, the sharp intake of his breath as he realises what has happened. His fingers graze you arm, and he shakes you, mutters your name in an urgent whisper as if to wake you. You keep still, pretending to be asleep still as he crawls out of the bed, shuffling quietly toward the bathroom.

The door clicks shut.

You finally open your eyes, staring at the wall.

The next morning, everything is normal.

He makes coffee. Offers you a mug. Avoids your eyes. You pretend you didn’t notice the way he flinches when your fingers brush his.

He doesn’t bring it up.

You don’t either.

That night, your boyfriend is rougher than usual. You let him.

His fingers dig into your hips, thumbs pressing bruises into your skin. His voice is thick, greedy. “Take it,” he says. Over and over. Like it’s something you asked for.

He fucks you like he’s trying to prove something. One hand on your throat, the other anchoring your thigh wide. He pushes into you hard, deep, unforgiving. You take it, you do,  but your face is turned toward the pillow, your hands fisting the sheets.

You keep your eyes closed. You nod at the right times. You moan like you mean it.

But you’re not here.

You’re back in your bed.

Matt’s breath in your ear.

His name on your skin.

His hand on your stomach, his hips rolling into yours like it hurt to stop.

You feel it again, the slow rhythm, the way his body begged for permission, even as he took.

Your boyfriend grunts. “You like that? Huh? Say it.”

You whisper “yes, baby”, but it’s barely enough for him.

He spins you around, pulls your ass up and finally you let out a real cry. He slams into you again and again, giving you more than what he usually can. 

Your mind betrays your body, asking stupid questions like why, even as you reach down to rub your clit in time with his movements. It’s just enough.

But you’re still clenching around someone who isn’t there.

Your boyfriend groans. Finishes on your back. Collapses.

The cum drips down, and it feels sticky and annoying and gross.

You turn your face back into the pillow and wipe your eyes.

The next time you see Matt, he looks at you like he’s waiting.

But it’s only a question if somebody brings it up.

So you don’t.

dividers by @anitalenia ꨄ

a/n: i would also like to say i reread tssn chapters 8 through 10 by @y3sterdaysproblem before writing this! anyways hope u enjoy this may be my oldest draft EVER, i think i texted rose about it back in like february or march.

[artstennisracket]

Take me to Church! ib: take me to church by hozier, this is a very loose interpretation i just couldn’t get this trope out of my head. also loosely based on a larry fic I read a million years ago. i’m also not catholic so im sorry if I got something wrong 😭

preacher’s son!art x patrick

cw: nsfw(18+), dacryphilia if you squint, religious imagery of sorts, patrick corruption kink

Art had always put his faith first. He had to, he didn’t want to go to hell. He went to church every Sunday to watch his dad deliver service. Even when he was younger he refused to go to children’s church, wanting to receive the real word of God with the adults.

Now he was old enough to lead youth service to the pre-teens. It was very rewarding. Getting to teach them about the different scriptures and relating them to parts of life they could relate too. It was awkward having to introduce the idea of purity rings and why they should all have one, saving their innocence. But he enjoyed the practice, hoping to become a preacher one day like his dad.

He was grateful that he didn’t have to teach the older teens who were sure to ask more questions about why pre marital sex was bad, and he didn’t even want to get into that conversation.

Art’s best friend was the complete opposite. Patrick was an atheist. Strayed very very far from the word of the Lord. Patrick was raised jewish and still wears his star of david to appease his parents, but he didn’t really care about religion.

Art has tried to save Patrick time and time again but it never worked. If anything the complete opposite happened.

Patrick slowly but surely started to corrupt Art. It started with kissing.

“C’mon Art it’s not a big deal, kissing isn’t a sin,” He says.

“Not technically but the bible talks about appropriate boundaries and…,” Art trails off, keeping eye contact with Patrick. The tension was so thick Art thought he was going to suffocate. Patrick would always give him that look. Like Patrick wants to eat him. Or worse.

It would make Art’s stomach feel funny.

They were sitting really close together in Art’s room. Patrick bites his own lip lightly causing Art’s gaze to flicker down to Patrick’s lips.

Art doesn’t stop Patrick when he leans in to kiss him. So he says ten hail marys that night in his room.

And it doesn’t stop there. It was never going to stop there, not with Patrick.

The next time they hang out Art says they have to be in the kitchen where Art’s parents could see them. He would not succumb to Patrick’s desires.

Art’s parents leave for date night and Art ends up getting a blowjob on his living room coach. The image of Patrick on his knees forever ingrained in his memory.

He can’t keep doing this. He always feels ridiculously guilty. He said 20 hail marys that night.

Now Patrick had invited Art to his house this time. Patrick promised Art he wouldn’t try anything and his sisters would be home.

Technically that was true.

Both of Patrick’s sisters were tucked away in the rooms, not to mention Patrick’s house was humongous. Even if more people were home, Art is sure he wouldn’t be able to tell.

They’re making out and Art is so confused on how they even got here again.

“I wanna try something,” Patrick whispers.

“No Patrick we can’t, I can’t, I wasn’t even supposed to be here—“

Patrick moves his hand to grab Art’s erection, “I think you want to,” he smirks. “C’mon it’ll be so quick.”

Art groans. He twists his purity around his finger, a nervous habit. Patrick plays with the cross dangling from Art’s neck, leaning in to kiss up the side of Art’s neck. Patrick is just so convincing.

That’s how Art ends up on his hands and knees and Patrick’s tongue in his ass. It was called rimming. Or he thinks that's what Patrick called it.

“Patrick,” Art gasped when Patrick first licked across his hole. It felt really good. Art didn’t know what to expect but the pleasure was taking over him.

He was moaning and whimpering like crazy, feeling the tears start to well up in his eyes. Gasping out things like, “Patrick we shouldn’t be ahhh doing this,” and “We have to stop,” while simultaneously pushing himself against Patrick’s tongue to get more relief.

Patrick pulled away causing Art to whine. “Okay if you feel so bad why don’t you say your act of contrition. If you stop, I stop.”

Art is stunned. He’s shocked Patrick even knows what that is. An Act of Contrition was a prayer usually said to express the sorrow of sins.

Art could hear the smirk in Patrick ‘s voice but his brain was scrambled, “W-which one?”

“Whichever one you want, pretty boy,” Patrick smiles before leaning back down to get to work.

Art decides to go with Confiteor because it’s the first one he ever learned and it was the first one that came to mind.

He starts off shaky, “I confess to God and to b-blessed Mary ever-Virgin.”

“To blessed ah—Michael the Archangel and blessed John the Baptist, mmm jesus Patrick,” Art gasps as Patrick pushes a finger past Art’s rim.

“Keep going,” Patrick says, muffled since his mouth is preoccupied.

“and—and to the holy apostles Peter and Paul ah-along with all the saints and you Father: Patrick,”

“You know I wouldn’t have minded if you called me Daddy, don’t think Father is my thing,” Patrick teases as he pulls away to add another finger.

“This was not—“ Art starts but stops once Patrick stills his fingers.

“That doesn’t sound like it’s part of your prayer,” Patrick warns.

Art sighs, letting his head hang down, “through my fault (thrice) I have sinned by pride in my abundant evil ah-iniquitous and heinous thought,” he rushes out.

“Nah ah ah, take your time. Wanna hear you fall apart for me,” Patrick calls out. He moves his free hand to start jerking Art off at the same time.

Art moans again, all of the feelings taking over, “speech, pollution, suggestion, delectation, consent, word and deed, in perjury, adultery, sacrilege, murder, theft, false witness, fuck Patrick I’m—can’t keep going much longer,”

Now Art cursing is new. He’s never heard Art curse ever. For some reason that just turns Patrick on so much more. He pulls his hand away from Art’s cock not wanting to end this experience early, “Keep going baby, doing so good for me.”

Art squeezed his eyes closed trying to remember where he left off, “I have sinned by sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch, and in my behaviour, my evil vices.” Now ain’t that the truth.

Knowing that Patrick is reason for all this sinning, for corrupting sweet innocent Art, makes him really fucking hard. He pulls his mouth off of Art’s hole to pull down his own shorts, jerking himself off. He grabs a nearby pillow to place under Art’s hips.

Even though Art started on his hands and knees, he was more on his knees and elbows now, gradually leaning down further. So Patrick putting the pillow under his hips allows Art to grind down. Getting some relief but not too much.

Patrick leans back down, continuing to lick at Art’s entrance, continuing to jerk himself off.

Art can hear all this happening behind him. His body starts to grind down on the pillow and pushes him further towards the finish line, even though he wishes it didn’t. The tears are falling, he can’t stop them. He feels so dirty, but he’s never felt this amount of pleasure before. This is so wrong. So wrong on so many levels. So why does it feel so right?

“I-I beg blessed Mary ever-Virgin and all the saints,” Art takes a deep breath hoping to finish out this out, “and these saints and you, Father—,” But Art can’t hold it anymore.

“to pray and intercede for me a sinner to our Lord Jesus Christ!” He yells out as he cums all over Patrick’s pillow.

Patrick sits up, cumming all over Art’s ass, “Holy fuck, Art.”

He grabs a washcloth from his closet to clean them both up.

Art still feels like he wants to cry. Or scream. Or both. How many hail marys should he do this time?

“Well at least you already repented or whatever. So now you don’t have to feel bad. Wanna play Super Mario Bros?” Patrick smiles, while pulling on new pajama pants he grabbed from his closet. Like nothing even happened. Like they didn’t just commit the biggest sin Art’s ever done.

Patrick really doesn’t get it, does he?

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[lavenderboylove]

general PSA for anyone interested in anal sex: you don't need to douche, and importantly, you probably shouldn't douche. douching disrupts the gut flora and mucus lining of your rectum, which increases your risk of contracting STDs, and if you have any pre-existing stomach issues (even something as common as IBS or allergies), disrupting your gut flora can really exacerbate your symptoms, especially long-term.

if you are douching, you should only be doing so with sterile saline solution. tap or even filtered water isn't sterile enough to recommend putting it directly in your rectum (remember, you absorb materials significantly faster and more directly through your rectum than you do by swallowing or breathing them, that's why boofing is a thing). but really, you don't need to be douching for anal sex. your rectum is designed to keep poop high up in your system, farther up than a penis or toy could safely reach, and a thorough wash in the shower should be more than enough to clean any lingering waste from the outside.

remember, the pressure to douche comes from some really unrealistic and crappy body standards in the queer community. buttholes aren't perfectly pink and shiny-smooth, and we shouldn't expect them to be. anal isn't scary or dirty, and we shouldn't treat it like it is. your body isn't gross and you deserve to sleep with people who like it for what it is without comparing it to an unattainable porn standard. you don't need to risk injuring yourself to prepare for the sex you want.

[daydreamdraws]

Some Pre-Incident Ib drawings!

Ib belongs to @derangedmangoes!

[dollusionn]

'𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓' 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐑s

you owned an anonymous famous fanpage (e.g. a bts stan twitter/tiktok account like namjoonzwife) that was so popular, it was basically known as royalty in said fandom

some of your friends got suspicious of how u were jobless yet still had sm funds and found out you had a boyfriend asmr channel that makes BANK

you always make viral audios effortlessly on tiktok

you were one of the most popular vine/dubmash creators on the app before it shut down (MAYNN, i miss watching vine compilations ARGH)

you owned a gacha life youtube channel when you were younger which is practically the first thing people think whenever they are reminded of the prime gacha days

u posting a (insert entertainment company, e.g. hybe) audition as a joke ends up leading to you debuting with one of the most successful singing careers

you are the reason why the internet now uses a certain emoji combo (e.g. 🤣🫱)

*ib: manon* pre-debut, u were very popular on pinterest because ur photos were so KUNTY!

fame drs u have a secret shiftok account (which only shifters can see) where u share your unhinged shifting storytimes

you have your own comment blueprint (like yk those comments where people copy and paste them into other comment sections e.g. "and the crowd is..silent"

during one of your "reacting to thirst trap tweets/comments" interviews, the interviewer thought it was funny to add an unhinged thirst comment THAT YOU commented

u use to host those instagram live talent shows (like tiahranelson)

you started a pfp cult in one point of your internet lifetime

you own a secret tumblr blog (wait, thats lowk us HOLD AWNN)

credits: blinkie & divider

[crippledpunks]

if you try to police disabled peoples' diets INCLUDING how they spend their money on food: i just want to ask why? what do you gain from this? like seriously, what do you actually gain from displaying holier-than-thou behavior toward another person's spending and dietary habits? who cares if you would spend your money "better"? you're not them. this is a form of abuse. you literally have no idea what the disabled person can safely digest and actually gains nutrients and energy from. you have no clue, even if you share the same disorder, you are not that person, nor are you their gastroenterologist or other specialist.

telling disabled people to "eat healthier," "eat more salads," "eat more fresh fruits," "eat more fresh vegetables," "eat more grains," and so on can not only be outwardly dangerous for people who have digestive issues like inflammatory bowel diseases, gastroparesis, irritable bowel disease, acid reflux, a history of ulcers, gastritis, and a long list of other digestive health issues, it can outright kill someone if they form a blockage. this can also injure, sicken or kill diabetics, people with non-diabetic low or high blood sugar, blood pressure issues, kidney and liver issues, and many other people.

not only that but you're potentially forcing a neurodivergent person to eat foods that nauseate, sicken, or disgust them, and for what? autistic people know what foods are safe for them to eat. adhd people need to find finds they can manage to keep in their homes without spoiling. dissociative people, people with ADHD, head trauma, develeopmental disorders, other people with memory issues, dementia, alzheimers, psychotic people, and other mental and cognitive health issues need foods they can prepare safely, because many mentally ill and neurodivergent people can't safe;y cook without risk of injury or damage to their home.

people who deal with allergies and intolerances are constantly struggling with being told how to eat when they are the ones who know their experience the most. NOBODY gives a fuck about people with allergies and literally nobody takes food intolerances seriously. i can't digest animal products OR byproducts anymore. i lost the ability. but sometimes i question "maybe i can try it again because this food is cheaper." well. i decided i was spending too much on groceries due to inflation and bought cow's milk instead of almond milk and got so sick it was something i had never seen before. i do NOT need to prioritize "saving money" over eating foods i can safely digest. i had an IBS attack early this morning because i ate some cheese- because it is a "cheap, easy source of protein."

some disabled people need to use certain services like pre-prepared foods being delivered to their homes, be it meals on wheels, or hello fresh. guilting these people for using the services because they could "just cook at home" is insulting to say the least. many of these services have tailored meals with consistent ingredients with limitations on contaminants with allergens.

here's the big one that everyone fucking hates but needs to accept immediately: some disabled people are too exhausted, in pain, dissociated, psychotic, unable to focus, unable to follow instructions, or in other ways unable to cook for themselves and need to use food delivery services like doordash and uber eats.

some disabled people can't or don't want to drive due to their disabilities! blind disabled people exist! para- and quadriplegics exist! people with hand tremors exist! working disabled people exist! amputees exist! disabled parents exist! disabled people who care for partners and family exist!

this one is sooooooo taboo and i'm sick of it. first of all, dashers and uber drivers are every day people who need to earn income. these are people's jobs and their lives are in fact on the line because this is a lot of drivers' primary income. enough with guilting people on this one. i'm fucking sick of it. y'all hate independently employed people and it shows. this isn't a luxury just relegated to rich white moms: disabled people need to have prepared, easy to eat foods delivered to our homes too. y'all need to leave people the fuck alone when it comes to takeout.

the second someone poorer and more disabled than you does something you do regularly, suddenly you're sending articles and giving paragraphs and paragraphs of advice on how to spend money better and how the disabled person "just needs to eat rice, beans, ramen, and frozen vegetables" because disabled people are not allowed comfort NOR convenience in your eyes. this is absolutely asinine. stop it. EATING is not relegated to the privileged

disabled people are people and need to eat. why you are prioritizing money over a literal human need is beyond me this is sick behavior. why do you care so much more about the money than the person ?why is money more important than someone's safety to you? why would anyone rather see someone "spend money the right way" over a human being EATING FOOD and especially foods they KNOW won't make them sick. policing how any disabled person spends their money on food is also unnecessary and abusive. it serves nothing to gain and everything to lose. so what if you think a disabled person spends too much money on food? you do too- we all do: food should be fucking free. get over yourself and let disabled people eat. leave your greed at the door, stop feeling entitled over other peoples' finances and spending habits.

telling a disabled person how to "eat healthier" will not make you healthier, and it will not do them any good, either. all it does is serve to stroke your ego because you believed you ""helped"" someone but all you did was give unsolicited advice that will be forever moot because you do not live in that person's body. don't care if you know them personally: you ain't them. so back off, let disabled people eat. food ain't just for the rich. food ain't just for the abled. let people access food in ways that are safe for us or get the fuck out of our way because all you're doing is causing problems and making disabled people's health problems WORSE.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ༉‧₊˚. The Debut: Katseye

༄.° Introducing Love Sinclair

‧₊˚ ┊Love Ma Cherie Sinclair was born on May 22nd, 2006 in Mobile Alabama to Richard and Josephine Sinclair. When she was two she started ballet classes where she grew to love dancing. Love went on to be accepted at thirteen into the prestigious Laurier Peforming Arts Academy where she discovered her passion for producing, singing and performing.

ㅤㅤㅤ「Love Ma Cherie Sinclair」

Nicknames: Lovey, Lovebug, Cherry

Color: Cherry Red

Position: Main Dancer, Lead Vocalist

Dream Charm: Cherry Bullet

Zodiac: Gemini

Years Active: 2023- Present

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ「Pre-Debut」

‧₊˚ ┊As a hobby Love would upload videos of her dancing and singing to her YouTube channel; she was discovered by a casting director who saw Love's content and became interested in her. Upon further research the director learned that Love was a former Miss Teen USA and So You Think You Can Dance winner, after finding this out the director had no choice but to scout her for the program.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 「Missions」

MISSION 1 - "Still Into You" Vocal Team B. Immune

MISSION 2 - “Antifragile” Team A. Immune

MISSION 3 - “Confident” Immune

FINALE - “Girls Don’t Like” Judge Son’s Top Pick

FINAL RANKING - #1 Judges' score of 45.00, total fan voting of 100,000 votes, total 90 points.

Final Result: Debuted

Make sure that you are on the look out for our debut EP "Soft Is Strong (SIS)" coming to you June 28th!

IB: @benniefranky