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When I said it was birdseed she just went “oh- can they actually eat that? Is that safe?”

I didnt know how to respond like, at all, so I just pointed at the duck and said “bird”

edit: kind of ironic i didn't think about it considering i'm transmasc myself but free the nipple applies to nonwomen with boobs too

For a guy who has been so uncomfortable in this car to the point where he once said he felt like he had never driven a Formula 1 car before he has done a brilliant job especially compared to his teammate who has been nothing but comfortable.

To have only one less race win, the same amount of poles and podiums and the race H2H being level at 7-7 and this is with the qualifying H2H being 8-6 in Piastri's favor and Piastri also having an extra race finish. Of the 13 races Lando has finished he's lost a position once and that was in Spa when he went from 1st to 2nd; so, for 12 races he either finished where he started or higher.

Hey! Here in Brazil talking about ethnicities and roots it's kinda hard.

Brazil was colonized by Portugal, but we also had tons of other nationalities come here, either 'cause of slavery or immigration.

Brazil has lots of Lebanese people, if im not wrong, we have more Lebanese nationals than Lebanon.

We also have the biggest Japanese community outside Japan.

Every single brazilian is mixed, there isn't a way to not be mixed, but our concept of race is very different of how race is perceived in places like the USA, for example.

Race here is perceived as phenotype, not as ethnic. Gabi is white, he has Italian and Portuguese roots ('cause of his surnames, but im also pretty sure he also is a portuguese citizen, so he has enough documentation on his own ancestry to get a Portugal Passport) but if you trace his ancestry, like every single brazilian, you'll find black people and indigenous people going back a few generations. It's the same thing for me, as an example, I'm white but my great-grandpa was indigenous, and in my dad's side of the family, my great-grandma was black. Still, I'm white.

So the post was just me venting on how people forget about drivers like Tony Kanaan and Felipe Nasr being POC, and for some reason call a white driver (who is my fave driver!!!! I love Gabi, he's my pookie) a person of color, when there are actual POC drivers on the grid who suffer actual racism...

If we wanna talk about something Gabi has faced? Xenophobia. Alonso talked about this a few times, but people tend to ignore him and focus on Kimi (whom I also love) even tho Gabi is being much more impressive, but Kimi being Italian makes him more palatable for the European media, even though he's being mid. So why would they focus on the Brazilian driving a sauber?

"A conclusion of not guilty does not require or imply a factual conclusion of innocence but indicates, in law, that the Crown has failed to prove its case beyond a reasonable doubt"

R. v. Bouvette, 2025 SCC 18

This is what I have to say on the subject of today's verdict in the Hockey Canada Trial.

The testimony, the evidence, the videos, the text messages. All of that is readily available for all to peruse.

Even if the Crown did not meet the unreasonably high threshold needed to find guilt in this matter, it doesn't make any of the above untrue. The testimony, the evidence, the videos, the text messages all still exist.

Given that information, we are able to make our own conclusions as to the kind of people these men are.

first post kinda nervous!!!! (that is a lie i've had many a tumblr blog in ye olden days but first post on this account :))

I draw (sometimes) and thought why not share these drawings on a platform that's not owned by m*rk z*ckerberg?

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.