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Hi, I'm here to talk about something people don't usually realize is a problem, and I'm counting on Tumblr's ability to actually give a shit about things sometimes to actually pay attention.

So there's this thing called Celiac disease. A lot of people have it, me included, and it's an autoimmune disorder. The way it works is simple:

I eat gluten

My body screams and eats my intestines in response.

Not a good time, as you can imagine. As a result, people with Celiac have to avoid gluten at all costs. It's not like an intolerance where you feel sick but will recover. If you have celiac and are exposed to even the slightest amount of gluten, it will cause lasting and sometimes permanent damage to your body. It's a genuinely serious disorder.

Now here's the big issue. No one gives a shit about how careful we have to be. The tiniest amount of gluten can be enough to trigger a reaction.

I cannot kiss someone who has eaten gluten recently, or else I risk cross contamination.

This isn't some gluten free fad. This isn't some diet I can cheat on, or just an intolerance that isn't serious. I can develop cancer from eating bread. Literal. Fucking. Cancer. And just the tiniest amount of gluten is enough to trigger an immune response.

People with Celiac can rarely trust any food they haven't prepared themselves. Even food labeled as "gluten free" isn't always safe. Social gatherings where people bring food are a minefield. Restaurants are a huge risk each time.

I'm a college student, I have to eat in a dining hall. I'm terrified that I won't be able to eat anything other than salad, and even that's a risk because someone may have used the crouton tongs on the broccoli.

So please, if you work in food service and someone asks if things are gluten free, please be careful and please be honest. We're putting an insane amount of trust in you just by asking for food. Use a different cutting board, make sure to wash the knife. Little things like that can save us so much stress and pain.

It's like someone being diabetic and asking for the sugar free soda instead of the regular. We're not doing this as part of a fad diet, we're being so careful about what you serve because we don't get a choice.

Thank you.

Ryo asuka enjoys a tortilla and gives his opinions on it. (voiced by my beautiful friend)

big fan of characters with abandonment + attachment issues so profound that they leave claw marks in everything they touch but would sooner gnaw off their own leg than admit they just want someone to stay for once. in a totally normal well adjusted and not at all projecting way of course.

Rolling up to the Garreg Mach dining hall whatchu want?

when relatives are coming home

You asked for images of shoes

faces are not my strong suit. this also doesn’t look like miku but WHATEVER don’t ask about the feet okay i uh redid them five times

i coloured the lineart. does that make up for it

EITHER WAY YAY RAMEN MIKU

[modern au] when you're in your "ain't nobody gonna see me" fit and the nobody sees you

here’s to closeted people. here’s to the closeted transmascs hiding their binders in between folded band tees. here’s to trans people spending three hours on baby name websites. here’s to young gay kids in sunday school being told marriage is between a man and a woman. here’s to young trans boys trying to carry three chairs with the rest of the boys when the teacher says to put them away. here’s to young aromantics and asexuals hearing that love and sex are what make you human. here’s to bisexuals who grew up hearing jokes about people like them but never once heard the word bisexual. here’s to people who use obscure labels to explain their gender. here’s to the neopronoun users. here’s to the she/theys who only get called she and the he/theys who only get called he. here’s to nonbinary people. here’s to people who knew when they were young. here’s to people who figured it out later in life. here’s to the people who know they’re queer but can’t find a good label & here’s to the people who don’t want a label. here’s to people who still don’t know. here’s to the closeted people seeing the pride sections in stores and feeling safe until they see their mother’s scowl. here’s to the closeted trans people going by five different names and trying to balance it all. here’s to queer kids with pride flags hidden in their closet. here’s to queer adults who thought they’d be out by now but aren’t. here’s to the people who came out too soon. here’s to the people who never will come out. here’s to disabled queer people, neurodivergent queer people, queer systems, and mentally ill queer people. here’s to queer bipoc. here’s to middle schoolers looking for the rainbow safe space stickers on their teacher’s doors. here’s to transsexuals and homosexuals and queers and fags and dykes. here’s to each stripe on the original pride flag (sex & life & healing & the sun & nature & art and magic & serenity & spirit). here’s to the homemade pride pins hiding in the bottom of a high school freshman’s backpack. here’s to the loud queer people. here’s to people who radiate queerness. here’s to people who make cishets uncomfortable. here’s to the elder queers. here’s to people in places where being queer is against the law. here’s to every single queer person. you’re loved & accepted & even if you’re not part of it yet somewhere there’s a community of people who will support u. happy pride <3