#fecal spread

[petpetisy]

Can a Dog Catch Parvo Twice in 2024? Shocking Truth!

Canine parvovirus is a highly contagious and potentially deadly virus. It mainly affects young puppies. Dogs that get over parvo usually build strong immunity. But, new strains can make them sick again. So, can a dog catch parvo twice? It’s important to know how this virus works and its effects on a dog’s immune system. Table of ContentsKey TakeawaysWhat Is Parvo?Susceptible BreedsDuration of…

[rival-the-rose]

Last week I went to the doctor for a pre-scheduled appointment (trying to see if putting my luxated and sub luxated ribs and shoulders back every couple weeks will train them to stay in place) and as I was going thru recent symptoms my doctor pointed out that a bunch of things I thought were random and unrelated could've in fact been a viral infection.

And it's just been rattling around my brain since then. Tiny little capsules with almost nothing but simple genetic information in them got into my body and as a side effect of making more tiny capsules, they made me barf for exactly three hours, then gave me sialoadenitis, then made my left elbow swell up and hurt. Sure. Ok. How does that help you, little capsules. Why just the left elbow, or just the sublingual salivary gland. What are you guys doing in there. I'm not mad I just wanna know

[thiefnessman]

look i often put TP on the seat too but a) the hands thing is actually grosser than sitting on it directly because you run the risk of not washing your hands properly (which can SPREAD GERMS TO OTHERS) and b) i… don’t know where the “americans don’t bathe” thing is coming from? to my knowledge the stereotype is that europeans don’t bathe nearly as often as americans. not saying americans aren’t gross just that that’s not a thing i usually hear

[extra-vertebrae]

She is beauty, she is grace - she will bite you in the face.

Adult female (lesser) Grey Imp. The Grey Imp is a pest species native to Lust. Also known as "Lucifer's Itch" or "Dragon's Itch", they are a biting species that cause and spread infection via saliva and fecal matter. Males are half the size of their counterparts and are extremely competitive when vying for female attention. Females are approximately one foot tall at the hump. A colony of 20 adults can strip a corpse to bone in under an hour.

[bogleech]

OH MY GOD does it fucking piss me off that some piece of shit owns "nutritionfacts.org" and uses it to spread outright lies about health. Fucking asshole. This video on youtube is over a decade old with countless views, and it directly implies that you can get a tapeworm infection in your brain from eating raw pork.

I've one on this rant several times before but I'll go on it again: Tapeworms have a complex life cycle where every single stage behaves completely different, and is contracted in a completely different way. The simplified version is that you will only get tapeworm larvae in your brain or other tissues if you ingest tapeworm eggs from fecal matter, such as in contaminated water, soil, or unwashed produce. The stage that can be found in raw meat is what becomes the adult tapeworm, which is very easy to treat and not life threatening. This video and many other fearmongering articles on "PORK tapeworms IN YOUR BRAIN!!!!" either does no research or deliberately leaves out the critical details in order to conflate all stages of tapeworm as the same exact thing and scare people into thinking they'll get it from a fucking hot dog. Naturally the comments on these are full of smug veganism of course. Don't tell them all the nastiest, deadliest food-borne illnesses pretty much come from lettuce. If you want to understand why it works that way I'll put the longer technical life cycle explanation under a cut:

So a tapeworm begins as a microscopic egg. It's very sticky, and it can survive a long time "hibernating" in that egg, like a sea monkey! The only thing that will hatch the egg is exposure to stomach acid when it gets accidentally swallowed by something. When this egg hatches, it becomes a specific type of larva that only exists to tunnel out of the stomach, keep tunneling through the tissues of the body, and eventually become a "cyst." This is another "hibernating" stage. It doesn't feed or grow. It just stays there hanging out in the meat, and unfortunately, sometimes hanging out in the brain tissue. The goal of this cyst is to be eaten again, by a carnivore. When this cyst comes into contact with stomach acid again, it begins development into the adult tapeworm, the one that just chills in your digestive tract and absorbs your digested food. This can grow very large and it can cause metabolic problems but it is not very dangerous; some people have one for their whole adult life and never know it. It is extremely easy to treat. The danger of the adult is that it produces the eggs, millions of them, which come out in the host's feces. As mentioned earlier, the only FOOD that might have these eggs on it is food potentially handled by someone who doesn't wash their hands, which unfortunately includes a lot of produce. Fecal contamination is very common in hand-picked vegetables, especially those that outsource to poorly treated, poorly paid labor (which is lots of them)

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi Mx. Sex Witch! So this is an embarrassing ask, so sorry and thanks for bearing with me. Um, so I’ve been poking and playing around my, uh, back door and I thought everything seemed fine until I went to go number two and noticed a twinge of pain and some blood. Not like, a torrent of blood, just like some spots? Like last day of period kind of blood. I freaked out a little and left my butt well alone for a few days, but didn’t check up there cuz it’s kinda hard to see and I don’t want to mess with anything. However, I’ve been noticing lately when I poop, and only then, there’s some twinges of sharp momentary pain. Do I need to get checked out or seek medical help? Is this normal? Thank you for being a helpful educator. I really appreciate your presence on tumblr :)

hi anon,

not embarrassing at all; I'm glad you asked about it!

first off: if you ever find that the bleeding persists beyond a few drops, we need to get to a hospital to make sure everything is okay in there. your anus isn't like your vagina, which is incredibly resilient and very efficient at healing up small tears from the routine bumps and bruises of sex. the tissue of the anus is much more sensitive and MUCH more prone to infection, because the bacteria affiliated with fecal matter + the strain of bowel movements can make healing much more difficult. when in doubt, healthcare professional it out and get a second opinion asap.

for future endeavors, caution is the name of the game. there are several easy and efficient ways to make penetration go (literally) more smoothly and reduce the risk of friction and tears: an ABUNDANCE of lube is always helpful (silicone-based is great for anal, since it's so long-lasting) and using gloves or condoms for you hands or toys is doubly beneficial. in addition to helping reduce the risk of anal tearing, using barriers also reduces the chances of fecal matter or bacteria from your anus spreading anywhere that you don't want it, keeping everything neat and tidy. if you've been experimenting with douching, it may also be time to take a break - counterintuitive as it sounds, washing your ass out with water can irritate the anal tissue, making it more sensitive and prone to tears.

as for right now, we need to take a nice long break from anal play while everything heals up. your bowel movements hurt because you're already straining an injury that's trying to heal every time you poop; don't put any additional pressure on it during this trying time.

[carlsdarling]

Being with Carl Grimes headcanons

Giving my fellow Carl people a sexy alphabet. Hope you enjoy it :) Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw

A – Aftercare

Carl is very loving and affectionate. After you both finished, he hugs you tightly and enjoys feeling your heart beating against his own. Cleaning up is not a priority for him, nor for you, so you usually fall asleep sticky and sweaty.

B - Body

Carl loves your belly and the curve of your waist to your hips and thighs. He can't stop looking at that part of your body. He also loves to cum on your belly.

C - Cum

Carl prefers to cum inside you, either in your pussy or in your mouth, but as long as he can cum anywhere on you, he's happy.

D – Dirty Secret

Carl has his secret fantasies about dominating and "punishing" you, especially when he is jealous. But it would never occur to him to hurt you.

He also secretly watched Beth changing her clothes in jail and jerked off.

E - Experience

He was completely inexperienced when the two of you got together, but he was so willing to learn. Now Carl is very experienced and knows exactly what he is doing.

F – Favourite position

You riding him and missionary. Carl wants to be able to kiss you and look at you while he fucks you, and it excites him a lot when you stroke him while he does it, brushing his hair back and moaning in his ear.

G - Gentle

Carl is usually very gentle unless you both feel needy, then it gets rougher and you both enjoy it.

H - Hair

He trims his pubes every now and then so they don't get in the way when you suck him off, but he doesn't really care.

I - Intimacy

Carl loves to lie in bed with you for hours, cuddling, talking and having sex over and over again.

J – Jack off

He hardly ever does it now because you literally can't keep your hands off each other. In the past, before Rick's group came to Alexandria and you met, he did it regularly.

K - Kink

Carl has some kind of a cum kink. He loves to see his jizz running out of you after sex and staining the bedding or the car seat, or spreading on your skin, he also gets excited when he ejaculates so much that it runs out of your mouth after you suck him off.

L - Location

Anywhere reasonably safe. But never outdoors outside Alexandria. Carl thinks that's too dangerous; he can't relax then.

M – Motivation

His sex drive is very high. He is 18, what else do you expect? ;) The smallest sign makes him get hard.

N – No Go

Humiliate you, beat you or fecal games.

O – Oral

He loves giving as much as receiving. When he eats you out, it drives him crazy how you squirm under him, clawing your fingers in his hair and begging to finally have him inside you.

P – Pace

It depends on what mood you are both in. From slow and sensual to fast and hard, Carl is flexible.

Q - Quickies

Often quickies are the only way for you to be intimate, so yes, he likes them. But preferably he has a lot of time and comfort to do it several times in a row.

R - Risk

He is definitiely a risk taker when it comes to someone potentially catching you in the act. You've already done it in various places in Alexandria - in the grass behind the horse stables, in the toolshed (you were sitting on a table with your legs wrapped around Carl's hips), once even in the dark on the wall.

S - Stamina

He can do it very often, you are constantly breaking your own records; currently the record stands at eleven times a day. You are just extremely horny for each other.

T – Time

Several times a day, unless you are on your period.

U – Unfair

Carl always tries to make you cum as often and as long as possible before he cums himself. Jokingly, he sometimes complains that this is unfair.

V - Volume

He is very loud no matter where you do it.

W – Wildcard

At one occasion, the two of you went on a tour and had a wild time in the back seat of the car very close to the Sanctuary, knowing that Negan's people could have shown up at any time.

X – X-Ray

He is a bit over average, but not much, his cock just fits you perfectly.

Y – Yes

Carl says yes to anything you want to do with him.

Z - Zzzzz

He prefers to fall asleep naked and cuddled up with you. If you have had sex at home, it doesn't take long for him to fall asleep.

[omg-snakes]

Hi, I'm worried that my corn snake is a little behind on growth. So, if you don't mind, could I know some of the weight in grams of your 2 year old corn snakes to compare against mine? And if in the case she is behind, how would I go about getting her back on track? Thanks.

Hey friend!

Every corn snake grows at their own pace, depending on many factors including genetics, climate, food frequency and quality, and overall health.

Similarly, weight doesn't tell us anything about a snake's health. I could tell you my 2 year olds average 200-ish grams and that doesn't actually mean anything. Are they only 30 centimeters long and morbidly obese to the point their organs are shutting down? One can't tell by weight alone.

What we should instead focus on is a healthy body condition and an observable, sustained pattern of growth over time. A healthy, properly-fed corn snake should be curved on top and straight down the sides like a loaf of sandwich bread. Their body should feel muscular and firm, with smooth scales that overlap cleanly with no exposed skin. There should be a smooth, seamless transition from body to tail. Weight should be monitored on a regular basis to inform feeding needs, ideally once a month (make sure the snake is not in shed when you weigh because they retain water).

If their spine is peaked or tented, if their belly scales look "sucked in," if their body feels mushy or has noticeable lumps, if they bulge at the sides like a baguette, if their scales are spread and you can see skin between them, if their growth has stalled or they're suddenly gaining/losing a lot of weight over a short period of time, if their scales are creased at points along their sides, or if they have visible "hips" before their tail starts, those are all indicators that something is definitely amiss.

I grow my corn snakes slower than industry standard, as do other breeders I admire, and we're finding that snakes who reach breeding size (300 grams) around 4-ish years have better health outcomes than those who are power-fed to hit 300 grams by 3 years old. A corn snake's life is a journey, not a race, and we want to focus on holistic health instead of arbitrary milestones.

If you're worried that she's behind for her age, I recommend having her checked by a veterinarian and have a fecal test done just to be safe. Your vet can evaluate her body condition, rule out any health issues or growth blockers, and give you an idea of where she's at on the growth curve for her age.

Also here's a feeding chart I put together to help ensure that you're feeding a pet corn snake for sustainable growth and long-term health:

Please note that this guide is for pet snakes, not those being conditioned for breeding. Honestly, looking at it again, I feel like 5 days is maybe a bit too frequent for snakes over 31 grams. I might redo this and say just 7 days. If you're offering rats, go down one feeder size. If you're offering quail, go down two sizes as they're quite rich.

Remember that food quality matters just as much as food quantity. Only buy high-quality prey from reputable suppliers. If a feeder looks weird or smells weird, don't offer it. Offer variety if she'll take it by rotating different feeder types and consider adding a reptile supplement if she's only taking one prey type.

I know that isn't what you asked for, and I apologize, but I hope that this is more useful to you in the long term. I hope that you find your snake is healthy, happy, and growing strong at her own pace!

[haggishlyhagging]

Between 1984 and 1986, the number of liposuction operations rose 78 percent—but the procedure barely worked. Liposuction removed only one to two pounds of fat, had no mitigating effect on the unseemly "dimpling" effect of cellulite, and, in fact, often made it worse. The procedure also could produce permanent bagginess in the skin and edema, just two of the "variations from the ideal" that the plastic surgery society cataloged in its own report. Another "variation" on the list: "pain."

Furthermore, the plastic surgery society's survey of its members turned up several other unfortunate incidents. A liposuction patient lay down to have stomach fat removed and woke up with a perforated bowel and fecal matter leaking through the abdominal cavity. Three patients developed pulmonary infections and two had massive infections. Three suffered pulmonary fat embolism syndrome, a life-threatening condition in which fat can lodge in the heart, lungs, and eyes. And "numerous patients" required, as the survey delicately put it, "unplanned transfusions." On March 30, 1987, Patsy Howell died of massive infections three days after a liposuction operation performed by Dr. Hugo Ramirez, a gynecologist who ran a plastic surgery clinic in Pasadena, Texas. The same day Howell had her operation, Ramirez performed liposuction on Patricia Rogers; she also developed massive infections, was hospitalized in critical condition, and eventually had to have all her skin from below her chest to the top of her thighs removed.

Howell, a thirty-nine-year-old floral shop manager and the mother of two sons, submitted to liposuction to remove a small paunch on her five-foot-one frame. She weighed only 120 pounds. “This literature she got at a shopping mall said the procedure was so simple,” her friend Rheba Downey told a reporter. “She said, ‘Why not?’” She made up her mind after reading Ramirez's newspaper ad, calling the surgery "the revolutionary technique for reduction of fat without dieting." No one told her about the dangers. Ramirez operated on more than two hundred women, causing numerous injuries and two deaths before his license was finally revoked.

By 1987, only five years after the fat-scraping technique was introduced in the United States, the plastic surgery society had counted eleven deaths from liposuction. A 1988 congressional subcommittee placed the death toll at twenty. And the figure is probably higher, because patients' families are often reluctant to report that the cause of death is this "vanity" procedure. A woman in San Francisco, for example, who was not on the surgery society's or Congress's list, died in 1989 from an infection caused by liposuction to her stomach; the infection spread to her brain, her lungs collapsed, and she finally had a massive stroke. But her family was too ashamed about the procedure to bring it to public attention.

The society's 1987 report on liposuction, however, seemed less concerned with safety than with "the reputation of suction lipectomy," which its authors feared had been "marred by avoidable deaths and preventable complications." It concluded that all problems with liposuction could be easily solved with "guidelines governing who is permitted to perform and advertise surgical procedures." In other words, just get rid of the gynecologists and dermatologists and leave the surgery to them.

Yet some of the liposuction patients had died at the hands of plastic surgeons. And the most common cause of death was the release of fat emboli into the heart, lungs, and brain—a risk whenever inner layers of epidermis are scraped, no matter how proficient the scraper. As even the report acknowledged: "[Liposuction] is by its nature a tissue-crush phenomenon. Therefore, fat embolism is a realistic possibility."

Surgeons also marketed the injection of liquid silicone straight into the face. Vogue described it this way: "Plastic surgery used to be a dramatic process, but new techniques now allow doctors to make smaller, sculptural facial changes." This "new" technique was actually an old practice that had been used by doctors in the last backlash era to expand breasts—and abandoned as too dangerous. It was no better the second time around; thousands of women who tried it developed severe facial pain, numbing, ulcerations, and hideous deformities. One Los Angeles plastic surgeon, Dr. Jack Startz, devastated the faces of hundreds of the two thousand women he injected with liquid silicone. He later committed suicide.

For the most part, these doctors were not operating on women who might actually benefit from plastic surgery. In fact, the number of reconstructive operations to aid burn victims and breast cancer patients declined in the late '80s. For many plastic surgeons, helping to boost women's self-esteem wasn't the main appeal of their profession. Despite the ads, the doctors were less interested in improving their patients' sense of "control" than they were in improving their own control over their patients. "To me," said plastic surgeon Kurt Wagner, who operated on his wife's physique nine times, "surgery is like being in the arena where decisions are made and no one can tell me what to do." Women under anesthesia don't talk back.

-Susan Faludi, Backlash: the Undeclared War Against American Women

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

A Budding Romance

Hey!!! I just reread one of your fics- I forgot the name but it's the one where Janus could hear the narration, I really enjoyed that and was wondering if you'd be willing to write something similar with another self-aware side? – anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: none!

Pairings: intrulogical

Word Count: 1237

Roman has a pleasant morning observing his two favorite nerds flirting with each other.

It starts as simply as it could, perhaps: in the living room, with a handful of the Sides spread around the couch, the floor, and the chairs. Logan and Virgil sit at opposite ends of the couch, Remus sprawled at their feet.

“Bit exposition-heavy for an opening, isn’t it?”

“Huh?” Virgil pulls off one of his headphones. “Did you say something Princey?”

Roman looks up from his notebook and shakes his head. “Just talking about narrative development, my dear Emo, don’t mind me.”

Virgil looks at him suspiciously for another moment before going back to his phone. Roman glances around to make sure no one else is suspiciously eyeing him before looking back down at his notebook.

“You know, when you say it like that, it makes it sound far worse than it actually is.”

Thankfully, for his sake, Remus doesn’t perk his head up at the sound of making things worse than they are.

Roman rolls his eyes and goes back to scratching words along the page with a pen that really needs to be replaced, he has to reactivate it every other word.

“It’s a perfectly serviceable pen, you’re just jealous.”

“You know,” Remus remarks, not looking up from his assortment of gears and pipe cleaners, “if you want to borrow a viscera quill—“

“I do not, in fact, but thank you so much for the offer.”

Remus snickers. Logan looks up from his own notes, raising an eyebrow. “You have a viscera quill?”

Roman groans silently as Remus’s grin widens. “Oh, Lolo, I thought you’d never ask.”

“Now he’s done it,” Roman mumbles under his breath as Remus starts to go on and on about how he developed a quill that writes using the effluvia of various creatures— “wait, wait, wait, what the hell does ‘effluvia’ mean?”

Remus pauses in his tirade long enough for Logan to look over. “It’s bodily fluids.”

“Like shit and piss!”

“…technically, I don’t believe fecal matter counts as a ‘fluid,’ but…yes, among others. Saliva, blood, mucus, any sort of…”

“Body juice!”

“So why not just say bodily fluids?”

“It doesn’t sound gross enough,” Remus pouts, to which Logan only looks…mildly bemused about, “but wait, why are you asking about it?”

“Neither of us said it.”

“Came up in a story,” Roman says easily, which is technically not a lie so Janus doesn’t show up, “don’t mind me.”

Remus gives him one more strange look before going back to what he was talking about. Roman just settles further into the chair, a small smile blooming on his face as he watches the two of them talk. Logan’s grip on his notebook is slowly relaxing. Remus has all but abandoned the pile of scraps in favor of sitting up properly. Even Virgil glances at the two of them, does a double-take, and looks over at Roman, eyes wide.

Roman just shrugs with a very ‘what can you do?’ smile and keeps watching. Remus’s back is almost fully to him now, but he can see the way his shoulders rise and fall that his face must be as animated as ever.

”This is good for them,” Roman mumbles, “they’ve not gotten enough chances to be weird about the same thing.”

This is true: more often than not, when it comes to matters of discussion, the two of them are on opposing sides of the argument. Logan, as the steadfast voice of reason, which is something he doesn’t get nearly enough credit for—

Roman snorts.

—is often quite directly responsible for reining in Remus’s more…let’s say, ‘unorthodox’ suggestions.

”Nothing Remus does could be considered orthodox, that is true.”

“Aw, thanks, Roro.”

Logan chuckles, still looking at Remus with that softly fond look he denies having every single time one of them notices it. When Remus is done making sickeningly sappy faces at Roman, he turns back and fully freezes mid-word at the sight of it.

“I-uh—“

“Go on,” Logan says quietly, “I was enjoying that.”

“Uh—um—well, uh, I think that the, um—“

“Watch his ears,” Roman whispers, “they’ll start to go red.”

Sure enough, the very tips of Remus’s ears go pink, then a bright red, then a deeper red as he continues to stumble over his words. Roman leans to the side, hand over his face to cover his own snickering mouth. Logan just waits patiently, letting Remus try and get himself together, before taking pity on him and lightly prompting the last thought he’d been sharing. Remus takes the out and starts describing…whatever it was that they were talking about.

“Wow, way to keep a hold of the plot.”

But as becomes abundantly clear, the specifics of their conversation don’t matter. Rather, it’s the way Logan keeps straying his hand toward his notebook every so often, just to write down one little thing, before returning his full focus to Remus. It’s the way Remus will get caught off-guard by Logan’s expression and have to look away to refocus himself. And it’s the way that neither of them have noticed that Roman and Virgil have given up all pretenses of minding their own business and are now openly staring at the two of them.

They catch each other’s eyes and have a wordless conversation of their own, before Virgil shakes his head and sinks out. A second later, a text appears on Roman’s phone saying keep me updated.

Now, whether or not they ever decide to let Remus and Logan know they have a group chat devoted to the cute things the two of them do remains to be seen, but this is definitely a prime opportunity for sneaking an adorable picture of the two of them.

“Ooh, great idea.” Roman sneaks a shot of Logan smiling softly at a blushy Remus. “That’s a keeper.”

Within the bounds of Roman’s role as a Side, he so rarely gets to enjoy the softer aspects of his responsibilities. The majority of his time is taken up by being Creativity, which is of course his main role, but the glamor of it faded long ago. ‘Creativity’ is more drafting, redrafting, the grind of editing, than it is the actual performance of the results. And, of course, there are the parts of it that rasp a little too harshly against the more sensitive parts of oneself. To create is to be vulnerable, and that only gets so much easier.

Passion helps, of course, but passion is as fickle as candle flame if not properly nurtured. Passion, Romance, Ego, tragedy walks in their footsteps as easily as breathing. It speaks more toward the intensity of the emotions and experiences rather than the positivity or negativity. And for Roman, who lives and breathes as the embodiment of it, it can be difficult to catch his breath.

But of course, there are moments of softness. Like this one, where the two of them are sitting in their own little world and talking about nothing at all. The pleasant lightness of it all floats through the air, sweet as a summer breeze. So Roman can soak in it, for just a little while, as these moments grow few and far between.

“And whose fault is that?”

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The Stilt-Legged Oliphant (also known as the Stiltleg) is a member of the Oliphant family whose long legs grant it an impressive height. They possess such elongated limbs because they inhabit marshy biomes, or any place where large areas of standing fluid can be found. Be it humor pools fluid bogs or fecal swamps, the Stiltleg is typically found wading through the shallows with its long trunk submerged. Oliphant anatomy requires them to feed through this prehensile organ, and any member of the species can only consume what they can inhale and break down. While other oliphants rely on muscle contractions and crude gizzards to "chew" their food, the Stilt-Legged Oliphant chose the easier route of an all liquid diet. These damp biomes mean plenty of fluids and soggy material, which allows them to slurp it up with ease. Their long trunks root about in the muck and liquid, seeking rich pockets of soggy gunk to inhale, often sucking in tiny organisms and other materials as an extra bonus.

While their long legs and wading lifestyle may make them tempting choices as mounts to cross fluid-filled areas, the Stiltleg tends to be a lone creature that prefers its own space. Their life out in the swamps and bogs usually keeps other larger creatures away, and thus they find comfort in isolation. Those who get a little too close will find the Stilt-Legged Oliphant subtly moving away from them, keeping a set distance. But if you aggressively violate this space and blatantly approach, then the beast will go on the defensive. The first clue that they are getting angry at your presence is the spreading of their ears, which are fanned out and slowly flapped back and forth. Their submerged trunk may create gurgling sounds as they blow air into the fluids, another sign of irritation. The last warning you will get is a subtle angry rumble, which is created by the movement of their reduced lower jaw. The membrane around their tusks will vibrate, creating this noise that is felt more than heard. If you are wise, you back away slowly and give them their space. Continue to irritate them, and you will get a spray of fluids from their trunk. Whatever they have been slurping up will be shot back out, and the damage it does to you depends on what they have been eating. If you are in close distance, then they may whip you with their trunk or even try to pin you down with their long legs. Getting stepped on by them does hurt, but the real danger is them trapping you below the surface where you will drown. This is the fate of many predators that try to take a bite out of them.

Stiltlegs are not used as mounts, but are occasionally hunted for either their meat or their stomach full of fluids. The value of both varies wildly, based on what liquids they have been feeding on. For those who feed in fecal swamps, their meat is given to the beasts, but their digested portions are valued as excellent fuel.

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More weird elephants!

[babblingeccentric]

Have they shat in a ditch before?

Luffy- yes. Regular part of his childhood.

Zoro- yes. infrequent part of his life since leaving the dojo. On a rare occasion or two happened because he just couldn't find the fucking bathroom.

Nami- No. Lives her life so she never has to.

Sanji- Yes, during the marooning. Outside of that he doesn't even like shitting somewhere without a bidet

Ussop- Not until the two year timeskip.

Chopper- Yes, before he ate his devil fruit. Feels weird about it after because he has learned about all the diseases spread through fecal contamination of water.

Robin- Yes. Neither life on the run nor archeological digs are conducive to consistent access to running water

Franky- Not yet.

Brook- Does he poop? Oda we need a clear answer!

Jinbe- Maybe.

[bogleech]

Genuine question, but wouldn't tapeworm parasites be able to be spread by uncooked meat the same way E. coli is?

Hypothetically anything can be contaminated by feces and in fact fecal bacteria get into a lot of meat as well as produce, however it seems very very rare that anyone gets the "tapeworms in their brain" infection from raw meat. This detailed report generalizes that food of any kind may get contaminated, but that the most common cause worldwide is dirty drinking water and people who don't wash their hands after using the bathroom. :( It's also worth mentioning that the absolute worst nightmare form of tapeworm infection is the one you can get from dog feces, no connection with food!

[hyunsvngs]

You wanted more, you get more. I hope this convinces you.

Happy Birthday Hannie.

Dom!Jisung

It’s late. Too late to make any decisions within the holy realm. It’s been ages since you’ve been out, and you feel like all you need is some good music, a dancefloor, and a good fuck afterwards. So you get ready, putting on a short, pleated black skirt and a lacy crop top, just transparent enough to leave one hungry to see more. This outfit you pair with platform boots, heavy chains and bracelets, open and flowy hair and a good smokey eye with red lips. Checking yourself out in the mirror one last time before leaving, you look ravishing.

The trip to the club is a short one and before you know it, you stand in front of the familiar ordained double doors. „Get me the usual, Jim“ you tell the bouncer and he hands you one purple and one black bracelet, which you put on either wrist. One signifies your interest in people of every gender, and one signifies your interest in subbing for tonight. He also gets you a key on a chain with the perfect length to land right inside your cleavage when you put it over your head.

Once you get inside, the bass starts massaging your eardrums in the best way and you head straight into the middle of the club, body already swaying to the music. As time passes, the club begins to fill up, people filing in, drinking, dancing and enjoying their night. Ever so often people leave again, in groups of two or more, some outside the front door and some up the stairs behind the bar. So far however, you stay alone and unbothered. No one’s catching your attention so far, and apparently you also stay unnoticed.

That only changes when the doors open and someone unknown to you enters. You don’t really know what it is that draws you towards him, but his energy just seems enticing, his confidence seeping from the doorway all the way up into the middle of the dancefloor, where you’re now stood. You examine him closely: wavy brown hair down to his chin, beautiful round cheeks, and a pink wristband on the one side with a red wristband on the other. Perfect. One foot already lifted to make your way towards him, you suddenly freeze when his eyes meet yours. Beautiful, warm brown eyes to get lost in, with a stare so freezing cold that you can’t help but get excited.

He sets in motion, moving along the walls to stay out of the dancing crowd, his unyielding gaze trained on you. With a flick of his head towards the lounge he commands you to follow him and you obey without question. Behind the doors of the lounge, the music is mellow and there are many settees spread out, allowing the guests to actually talk and understand each other. You quickly find him sitting on a dark blue velvet couch, hands put up along the back rest and legs spread. His white dress shirt is bunching up a little and his black slacks strain against his thighs. Keeping a respectful distance, but still close enough to talk to each other without annoying other guests, you sit down next to him.

„So you’re interested?“ His voice is comfortably deep. Not so deep that you feel like you’re talking to Lucifer himself, but deep enough to tell you that this is a man who knows how to take his way. And his british accent gets you going just the right way. „Obviously, or I wouldn’t be here“

„Do you know who I am?“

„Why would I?“ you ask back, confused.

„Good. What are your limits?“ No further explanation needed, apparently. Alright then. You like it best straight to the point anyways. „No fecal play, nothing that leaves lasting scars, and if you want your dick in me, you’re only doing it with a condom. I use the colour system for safewords, and if I can’t speak, I use other widely known things, like tapping out. What about you?“

„There won’t be any recordings whatsoever, we won’t exchange names or contacts, and there will be minimal aftercare.“

„Fine by me. If you want to, you can choose my name for tonight, or address me by nicknames you prefer. What do you want me to call you?“

„Sir and Master are fine, if you want to, you can also use Idol. What do you like?“

„I‘m a huge masochist and degradee, so if you could throw me around, manhandle me and spank me while calling me a pathetic slut, that‘d be great. What pleases you?“

„I want you under my control. When I tell you to do something, you listen and do it. You only cum with my permission and you take what I give you. I‘ll stop if you use the safeword, and not a second earlier. Sounds good?“ You nod your head in agreement. „Good. Anything else you want to talk about beforehand? Otherwise there’s a hotel nearby we can go to, I‘ll pay.“

„Thank you, but I actually got some keys. I’m surprised you didn’t get any as a regular?“

„How do you know I‘m a regular? You said you don’t know me.“ It’s the first time you see his confidence falter, even if just the slightest bit, as if he’s on guard, and you wonder why. „Chill. You’re walking around this club like it’s your second home, obviously you come here often. I’m surprised I haven’t seen you around before, actually.“ This answer seems to calm him down, and he’s back to his fully confident self in no time. „I usually don’t stay for long when I come here. If you don’t want to leave, we can go upstairs.“ And with that he stands up, holding his hand out for you to grab and stand up as well. It would be the last nice thing he does for you for a while.

Once you’re stood beside him, he leans in and growls into your ear, so the others can‘t hear it: „Such an eager slut, hm? I bet you can’t wait to get on your knees for me and get your mouth stuffed with my cock. So impatient, you can’t even wait for the hotel and just have to do it right here.“ A whimper escapes your mouth at his words and you press your thighs together, not wanting to drip before you even get to your room. Your partner for the night then lets you lead the way, out of the lounge, past the bar, up the stairs, and into room number 914. However, you don’t get to appreciate the tasteful interior, since the second the door is closed you already get thrown against it and pushed to the ground. Without thinking you look up and open your mouth, which is instantly rewarded by the man in front of you pulling out his half hard dick and laying it on your tongue. „Suck, bitch, and don’t make me repeat myself.“ It doesn’t need more than this for you wrap your lips around him and start to bring him to full hardness with your well-practiced tongue. „God, I’ve waited so long for this, it’s been ages“ he sighs. Whilst you hollow your cheek, trace the vein on his underside with your teeth, and press your tongue against his slit, he slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing broad shoulders, defined abs, and the prettiest waist you’ve ever seen. You moan at the sight and can feel his dick twitch in your mouth, apparently he likes that. So you decide to give him more, taking him in deeper and moaning every time he touches the back of your throat.

After some time, he grabs the top of your hair to hold you still and pulls out of your mouth with a pop. He’s fully naked at this point, you don’t even know how, and you get to actually look at his cock for the first time. It’s big and round, just like his cheeks, and you can already tell that the stretch will be amazing.

„God, such a cockhungry slut. Look at you, already so worked up and I haven’t even touched you yet.“

He’s right, you do already look kind of disheveled. Your hair is messed up from the rubbing against the wall, the deepthroating brought tears to your eyes and let your mascara run, and you’re positively dripping from between your thighs. And all he had to do is say a few words and stuff his dick down your throat… he’s a good one.

„Strip and get on the bed with your face down. I hope you don’t mind me using equipment. If you do, now is your time to back out. „What’s your colour, whore?“

„Green, Sir.“

„Good slut. Now get going.“ And with that you start undressing, taking off your shoes, pulling down your skirt, removing your top, and carefully putting every piece of jewelry aside. Then you climb onto the bed and lay down with your front against the mattress and your face pressed into a pillow. You can hear him rummaging around and briefly wonder where he gets his so called equipment from. Maybe he brought a bag you didn’t notice, or maybe he knows where the club store theres, despite him usually leaving for a hotel. However, all the thoughts about where vanish once you here what he’s pulling out. The rattling of the chains gets you so excited you start to squirm in your position, rubbing your thighs against each other to try and get some stimulation. „Stop moving, you impatient bitch, or I‘ll put them away again.“ Fuck. But his threat works, you stay still until you hear him come closer and speak up: „Here’s the plan: I‘m going to blindfold you, chain you to the bed, and hit you with different things. If you guess correctly what I hit you with, you get a reward, and for every time you’re wrong I‘ll deny you an orgasm. What’s your colour?“

„Green. So green, Sir. Master. Please“

„Pathetic bitch. So eager to get your ass beat by a complete stranger. You’re insane, you know that? Crazy for my attention.“ You know you sound pathetic, but his plan is coming straight from your dreams, you can’t help it. „Yes, Sir, I want to be good for you, I‘ll take everything you give- AHH!“ Even though your scream is muffled by the pillow, it rings throughout the room.

„Guess.“

„Your hand, Sir, that was your hand.“

„Well done. This one was easy, to start off. From now on, remember to only speak when I tell you to. Understood?“

„Yes, Sir.“

„Good. Now lift your head so I can put the blindfold on you.“ He slips a black sleeping mask on you, which you silently thank the heavens for, because it means that your make up won’t leave any stains. „That’s right, just like that. Now put your arms up and together.“ The metal of the chains is cold against your skin and lets a shiver run down your spine. You feel your wrists being pressed together and pulled towards the headboard, before you hear the clicking sounds that signify that they’re now attached to the headboard. „Good. Now spread your legs. I want to see your desperate cunt drip with every impact I land.“ You spread your legs as far as you can, the cold air hitting your core making you slightly uncomfortable. More cold metal against hot skin, two more audible clicks, and you‘ve never felt this vulnerable in your life. Being tied to the bed isn’t a new experience for you, not even in this exact position, but there’s just something about his aura that constantly makes you feel like a deer caught in headlights. You love it.

„You really let yourself get tied up just like that, give yourself up for me. Just a doll to be played with. And oh, how I‘ll play with you. What’s your colour, puppet?“

„Green, Master“

„Alright, then guess.“ And with that he slaps you right across your ass. You can already feel the welt building, but more importantly, you already know that feeling. „It’s your hand again, Sir.“

„Well, well. Let’s see if you’re as precise with the next one.“ You can hear a faint swishing sound and only a faint slapping noise, before you feel a line of pain forming on your upper thigh, increasing towards your inside. This one already hurts a lot more than the few spankings you received prior, probably to test your pain tolerance, but it’s nothing you can’t handle.

„Guess.“

„I‘m guessing the crop, Sir, the synthetic one.“

„Wow, very accurate. You must get beaten a lot here to know that difference. You just can’t get enough, can you? Need every single person here to fuck you because you’re so desperate. Guess.“

You didn’t see - or, well, hear, the next one coming, his talking must’ve drowned out the noises of him changing toys and drawing it down. But it definitely hit you, because now there’s a rather dull pain spreading from an area on your lower back. Hardly any noise going down, larger area of impact, duller pain, that must mean… „that’s the paddle, Sir.“

„And you’re right again. It’s almost no fun if you get everything right. I really want to destroy your pussy later and where’s the fun in that if you enjoy yourself too much? Guess.“ Again you couldn’t really hear a sound, and again there’s a line of pain. But different from the crop, the pain is more evenly spread. „I’m guessing the cane, Sir“ you manage to say between gritted teeth. Not only do you get more sensitive each time he hits you, he also hits you harder each time. It makes you wonder just how hard he can hit you, and if you‘d still enjoy it as much as you do now.

„I‘ll admit, you are pretty good at this game. Let’s up the anti a little bit, shall we?“ This time you can actually hear him shuffling around and curiosity fills your mind, but blindfolded and tied up helplessly to the bed, all you can really do is wait. That’s why you tune out your surroundings, allowing yourself to just exist in this moment for a bit. That’s also why you cry out both in surprise and in pain when the next hits come. They’re three at one this time, all drawn precisely across your back with a loud slapping sound and all leaving behind a diffuse sense of tingling pain. „Guess.“

„I’m guessing the flogger, Sir.“

„Are you sure about that? All three? I could have changed in between, I could be double wielding.“ You can’t help the chuckle escaping your throat at his choice of words. Nerd. „Double wielding? With what exactly, Sir? Another flogger?“

„Silence!“ he demands as he cracks the flogger against your back again, even more powerful than before, and you wail out at the feeling. „Oh, shut up. Just because your right, doesn’t mean you get to be a bitch about it. Do you hear me?“

„Sir, yes, Sir, sorry, Sir“ Tears prick at your eyes from the pain and his harsh words, but you try to bite them back. You don’t want to grant him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he has on you.

„Alright, you get one more to guess. And when I ask you to guess, I want to hear the name of the equipment only. Understood?“

„Yes, Sir“

„What’s your colour?“

„Green, Sir“

„Good. We‘ll work up to it now, which means you don’t have to guess anything for now. You‘ll only speak when I command you to do so. Until then, I want to hear as little from you as possible.“ You bury your head further into the pillow in hopes of muffling the sounds that are bound to come, and prepare for impact.

That doesn’t come.

Instead, you can feel him gently, almost lovingly, run his fingers over your skin, feeling up your entire body and even brushing over your completely soaked pussy. „Look at that, getting so wet from the pain I give you. You already got the sheets dirty. Such a messy plaything, so, so dirty.“ At the last word, he spanks you again, eliciting a yelp that’s drowned out by the pillow. The next thing you feel is the flogger again, cracking down on you time and time again, until it leaves your whole body red and tingling. You’re positively bawling at this point, muttering under your breath about how it is too much and that you can’t take it anymore. „What was that, slut? I can’t hear your pathetic words over your stupid whining. You know what to say if you want me to stop, and if you don’t want me to stop, I‘d advise you to shut the fuck up. You said you‘d take whatever I give you, now it’s time to deliver on those words.“ You quiet down a little, only whimpering slightly at every new hit.

„Alright, that should be enough. I‘ll get the equipment now.“ Rummaging again, he returns after a few seconds.

„Guess.“

The telltale crack echoing through the room already tells you everything you need to know, and so you perk up before the pain even registers in your head: „The wh- aaahhh!!! The- the whip, Sir, it’s the whip“

„You don’t get extra points for speed here, bitch“ he muses behind you. „Still, you really did get everything right. Nonetheless, I draw one point away from you for being such a know it all about it. But first, you get your reward as promised.“ With that you can feel him freeing your ankles and unhooking your wrists from the headboard, although he keeps your hands tied together. „Turn around and sit up.“ You listen and move yourself to lay on your back first, before you utilize your legs to push yourself up against the headboard. „Now take off your blindfold.“ You move your hands to push the fabric away, blink a few times to adjust to the lighting, and- oh.

That’s where the title Idol comes from.

He’s standing at the foot of the bed, with a stance that screams confidence and power, and sweat glistening in an even sheen over his body. Every light in the room seems to be drawn in by him, making him almost glow. And his whole body language exerts that he knows. He knows how good he looks. He knows what effect he has on his surrounding. He knows that he can fill up a stadium with his energy.

„Come here, suck the cock you’re so hungry for.“ His voice pulls you out of your trance - or does it pull you further in? You don’t even know at this point. Anyways, you crawl towards him, lay belly up on the bad and let your head hang off the edge. He groans at that sight and wastes no further time to push himself right inside your mouth. You let your tongue swirl around the tip and he starts to rock his hips into you, fucking your mouth and making you take every inch. For a moment, only the wet sounds of your mouth are filling the room, maybe accompanied by some low grunts and moans, but eventually you start whining again, wordlessly begging for some sort of pleasure.

„So desperate, are you? Fine, you‘ve been good after all“ he says and then leans over you to play with your nipples a little. At your current state, that’s all you need to feel your orgasm approach, fast. „Aww, my little toy wants to cum? I don’t even need to touch your pussy and you’re already falling apart. I bet you’re completely useless if you can’t have a dick inside you.“ Your whines increase both in volume and intensity as you get closer, promising you sweet relieve if he keeps going just a little longer.

Until he stops.

He draws away from you completely, halting every contact. You desperately cry out, but at this point you know better than to speak up. „Aww, look at that. My little toy forgot she owes me one orgasm denial. Too bad. Tonight you’re coming on my cock and on my cock only.“

With that he walks around the bed, grabs you by the hips and pulls you up. Then he climbs onto the mattress between your legs. You notice that he’s put on a condom and once again wonder when he did that. But you‘ve got not much time left to wonder, since his next action is to slide on top of you, pushing your legs towards your chest with his shoulders. Then, with his left hand, he pins your wrists above your head into the mattress. Once he hovers right above your head, he asks one last time: „Colour?“

„Green, Sir“

„Good.“

And he snaps his hips forward, pushing himself deep inside you and immediately bottoming out. Without any prep, the stretch is almost painful, but you have no time to adjust. He starts rocking his hips into you immediately and it doesn’t take long like this for you to know that your orgasm is right around the corner.

„Fuck, that’s good pussy… so wet… so greedy… taking me so well“ he begins to ramble. You can feel his dick twitch inside you and one look at his scrunched up face tells you that he’s close as well. You begin to whine louder, hoping to get his attention without actually saying anything. It works. His right hand comes up to your face and squishes your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. „What is it, slut? Do you want to cum? Does my little toy want to cum? Because that’s all you are to me, a little toy to play with and throw away after.“ He spits into your mouth and watches as you swallow eagerly, slapping your face after. „It’s okay, cum for me. Cum for me if you have to, cum around my cock“ and he slaps you again. That’s the moment toppling you over the edge, crashing you into an earth shattering orgasm so intense, you don’t know if you’ve ever experienced something like it before. He tries to steadily fuck you through it, but fails as his hips begin to stutter with his own orgasm overwhelming him.

He collapses on too of you and takes a moment to regain his breath, before he stands up and unties your wrists.

„Are you okay?“

„Yeah, more than okay, actually. That was absolutely amazing! Thank you for that.“

„Yeah, it was one of the better ones. Just wait here, I‘ll be right back with towels and some water“ he says and scurries away into the attached bathroom. When he comes back, he helps to clean you up, lets you drink some water, and applies ointment onto your bruises. Then he helps you to get dressed again, all the while being extremely sweet and caring, almost the exact opposite from before. Only his pure confidence still remains.

„Alright. Is there anything else you need? Some food? A ride home, maybe?“

„You can keep me some company until the Uber arrives, that’s enough for me“

„If you say so“ And so you two shuffle back out, leave your bracelets and the key with Jim, and wait for the black car.

„I’m honest, it really was great. If you ever want to repeat this-“

„I won’t. I’m sorry, it’s nothing personal, not against you at least, it’s just… not really my style. I hope you understand.“

„Of course I do! I just wanted to offer, but you can of course decline. Anyway, I see my car coming, so see you around, I guess“ you say and enter the car, waving a little goodbye to the stranger you still don’t know the name of. „Yeah, see you around“ he answers before vanishing in the rear view mirror.

************************************

It’s the next morning and you wake up groggy and with your whole body aching. Complaining to yourself, you turn over to grab your phone and check the time, only to see it blown up with messages from your best friend.

Bestiiieeee 💖:

[0:41]

omg

OMG

OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!

Did you see that?!

[0:45]

Han Jisung won at the award show today!!

He won with his performance of Don’t Say

He ate that upppp

[0:51]

I‘m so sorry, I can’t stop thinking about it

It’s just SO good

That fucking guitar solo

And the fit

And the hair

The entire man, honestly

[0:57]

PLEASE

You HAVE to look at him

He’s so your type, istg

Please just this once

For me

Look at the video and if you don’t like him then I‘ll never ask again, I promise

*video attached*

Too tired to start beef over some stupid celebrity now, you click on the video. The intro starts playing first, but when it cuts to the actual performance, your eyes widen. Your bestie is right. The fit. The hair. The entire man, honestly. He’s all too familiar.

So you’re stranger has a name now.

That explains a lot.

Y/N:

[10:54]

Nah, not interested. He strikes me as the kind of guy to only stay for the night, if that, and that’s not what I want.

[10:59]

Now let me sleep.

~🤍

OKAY IM BEGGING DO YOU HAVE A BLOG BC THIS WAS INSANE

♡ juno

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hii i have a few questions if that's ok, sorry if they have been answered before! for context i'm a girl (17) with all the typical cis female biology (as far as i'm aware) and a virgin. (pls only answer if this asks on anon)

for 1. is it healthy for my vaginal smell to be like that of yeast? it smells almost bready and i've heard that your diet can strongly affect the way you smell there and does this mean there's foods i should cut down on/prioritise?

2. i tried out anal fingering recently and it feels good but also makes me feel nervous, because it feels not quite painful but stretchy and i've heard that there's higher risks of tears and haemorrhoids i think? also i don't have the "right" anatomy for it. so how do i know at which point to stop with it? i've been very cautious so far but is a certain level of not-quite-pain-but-that-stretchy-intense-feeling normal? also is it worth it to invest in lube? previously i've just used. other bodily liquids. i don't want my parents to know i'm doing this so is it worth it to pass it off as just wanting extra lubrication for other masturbation

3. this might be the one that's tmi. also possibly very gross i'm sorry </3 i've just never seen this brought up Anywhere at all and i'm too anxious to ask or look it up. when i put my fingers in, sometimes i can feel the uhh feces through the back vaginal wall (even when i don't feel the need to use the restroom) and as you can imagine it's super awkward and a huge turn off and frustrating when i'm horny, and that probably means i need to wait a little and use the restroom and masturbate later, right?

hi anon,

1.) a yeasty smell in your vagina is usually considered a sign of thrush, an overgrowth of yeast in the vagina. it can be treated with antifungal medication.

2.) everyone has the right anatomy for anal sex, as long as they have an anus, but it does require care since the tissue inside of the anal cavity tears easily and is prone to infection if damaged. using lube (lots of lube) will help a lot. silicone lube is often preferred for anal sex, but truly any lube is preferable to none and is certainly better than using other bodily fluids, very few of which are appropriate or abundant enough to act sufficiently as lubricant. so will wearing protective latex or nitrile gloves like these, which are available in bulk at most drug stores:

the gloves offer two-fold protection as they smooth the penetration and decrease the risk of tears in your anus and decrease the risk of you harboring any bacteria or fecal matter on your hands that you don't want to spread elsewhere.

3. the thing you're describing is far from unheard of, and is in fact sometimes recommended to help cure constipation!

the body is a lot of processes happening on top of each other simultaneously, and that includes your fecal matter and your vaginal wall. like you already said, if it's an issue that's distracting, just wait to masturbate until you've recently had a bowel movement; there isn't much else to be done for it.

[hyenaswine]

friends occasionally come to me for veterinary advice & just fyi i don't like it. behavioral or unserious stuff is fine but if your pet is fucking sick or dying, don't come to me about it. like i guess maybe they think i'll find it enriching like i'm a fucking freelance sherlock holmes & i'm excited to solve your medical mystery, but to me what it looks like is you putting the responsibility for your animal's life on my head when i didn't agree to that. it's an extremely unfair & uncomfortable position to put me in. go to the vet. if i had my license i could lose it for giving veterinary advice, but i don't even have my certification so i'm even less qualified. i am not a veterinarian, i am not trained like a veterinarian. my schooling was mainly centered around basic maintenance like cleaning wounds, giving vaccines, preventing the spread of infection, making fecal floats & blood smears, shit like that. i'm not a diagnostician, i'm not a veterinarian. i am an unemployed vet tech. just because i'm your friend doesn't mean i'm your free vet. the answer is not locked inside my brain, the answer is in your animal & it requires proper diagnostics by a licensed veterinarian. i can't SNAP test your cat by looking at it or hearing a description of it over the phone, go to the damn doctor. the best i can do is tell you which emergency clinics might be open, but google can do that to.