#meat expert

[vanillayoteart]

The big screen in my head that shows you everything specifically only comes in green phosphor. The control room is also very cramped

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_1077 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

Flashback to the year 2000, back when I had an office in the Meat Packing District. My Apple Quicktake 200 digital camera (640x480 resolution) was working hard to document the neighborhood every day. And, every morning the stench of meat rattled the senses of this vegan! The good ole days!

[staenless]

Dungeon meshi is fun to me because I live in a country where you can go to an ostrich farm and ride and ostrich and pet and ostrich and then go to the restaurant and eat and ostrich. Also with crocodiles and zebra and giraffe and so on and so forth. So I've eaten a bunch of dope animals that I like and have met and I was talking to an Irish woman while in Canada and she had a crocodile leather handbag and I said "oh that's so cool, have you ever eaten a crocodile?" and she was genuinly so fucking confused. And I was like "in my country you can eat crocodiles. You go to a crocodile farm or preserve. They breed crocodiles for research and preservation and you can eat them. They're tasty" and she was HORRIFIED. Like how dare I eat a crocodile, no less a crocodile who's relatives I'd just seen swimming in a river. I'd held a baby crocodile and then hate a crocodile???? That's disgusting!!!! And her reaction never made sense to me cause her handbag was made of crocodile leather, so why wouldn't she want to know what it tastes like? Anyway Laios would totally go to farms like that and take a selfie with a Croc baby and then eat crocodile and have a great day out. Laios is you ever become real I will wine and dine you so well...

[ryewritesstuff]

Okay I don’t know all of the DnD vampire lore, but after Astarion has been regularly fed for awhile, would he start like…. Putting on weight? Would he bulk up? I need to know if this would actually happen because I have so many cute hcs about it.

[mayorofcattown]

Spent an embarrassing amount of time reading abt bento boxes for a single throw away line in my fic, which then also sent me down the rabbit hole of 'wait do Buddhist monks even eat meat? is Tanuma's dad vegetarian??' to which the answer was (at least according to what I could find on Google) 'they aren't technically required to be in Japan, even if some may choose to, but they are required to not eat anything they (or someone else) killed specifically for them to eat'

which. doesn't really affect my throw away bento line. but it does offer a pretty solid explanation as to why Tanuma never goes on fishing trips with the Boys (aside from like. one piece of official art where he looks vaguely uncomfortable abt the whole thing) despite otherwise consistently hanging out with them

while Tanuma isn't a monk himself, he was still brought up by one, so he'd likely follow at least some of the same principles as his father, so if he's been brought up to never take the life of a living creature for himself, he'd probably not be very comfortable going fishing lol

[meattruck]

i bought this stupid fucking flashdrive that i thought i could just have pop up as a location on my ipad and cleanly move files or save directly on to but this stupid fucking thing is making me download a whole fucking app and i cant even do that????????? why the fuck would i need to download and app for a fucking flashdrive?????????? im thinking on just formatting this bitch so it can work like a normal flashdrive but im scared

[spleen9000]

huh apparently wood cutting boards are fairly antimicrobial due to absorption of moisture by the wood and (depending on your washing & prep practices) can harbor less bacteria than plastic cutting boards

[cruelsister-moved2]

found out that dairy*sntsc*ry person doesnt even try to deny the cataclysmic effects of animal agriculture on the environment they just go "oh well we'll never stop eating meat so it doesnt matter" ?? you know what will definitely stop everyone from eating meat? if the planet becomes inhospitable to life?

[cosmicdorito]

forgive me for using a plug n play but the tuning sounds good on this and i really just wanted to see what this sounded like

moresampler oto + no edits, 4 pitch

japanese as through a welsh accent: welsh vowels instead of japanese. somehow more nasally and more throaty at the same time but also not really all that different from their core bank. i think. maybe im just used to hearing myself

[millionsknives]

Okay I know this has been asked before but I can’t find the answer! I don’t want to look up info about stampede cause I don’t want to spoil anything for myself!

I want to watch trigun stampede but idk if that’s where I should start?? I watched the original anime and read all the manga years ago but idk where stampede takes place. It’s been a long time so I don’t remember all the detail of the og anime/manga and I want to start it again now that everyone is finally realizing how good it is!!! Should I rewatch the original and then stampede?

stampede is a prequel! as far as i understand (i haven’t read the manga yet bc i’m still waiting on my holds at the library) it’s not a direct prequel to the manga since it switches up the source material somewhat, but it’s a prequel nonetheless. there’s no right or wrong order to watch or read in, but i think stampede is a great place to start especially since you’re already familiar with the source material.

[moranaaaaaaaa]

I just had a thought

Imagine if Crowley and Aziraphale become humans so they can peacefully live together in South Downs cottage?

Just imagine what they will have to learn and how much

They will have to deal with illnesses, learn about pills, acquire cooking skills, get a job because they wont be able to miracle anything anymore. And to get a job they need sort of education for that (at least the document of ending high school, because I doubt Crowley has any docs)

They will have to learn about paying bills for electricity, running water...

And just in general how to live in society by being people

[medicalunprofessional]

aba is reading a book that says "grudge" on it. omg.. i cant believe shes reading the grudge au this is so awesome.

Sadly, ABA isnt in the grudge…… As compensation, she gets to read my lore docs and know Cool Grudge Facts before everyone else <3333

also AHHHHH SHES SO CUTE IN THESE. love her

[miawashere]

canned meat history

a man named Harvey Wiley started to spread the word of the hazards that came with eating the canned meat in the late 19th century. it seemed like no one would take his word for it- until many U.S. soldiers fighting in war got sick & even died from eating expired can meat. after realizing how serious the matter was, people started to fight for quality meat. in 1906, the Food and Drugs Act along with the Meat Inspection Act were passed to ensure the safety of food, especially meat. some might say one of the biggest contributors to the Meat Inspection Act was Upton Sinclairs “The Jungle”, an exposé on the process of meat packaging & showed how little the meat companies cared about the safe consumption of the product. the public ate the book up and showed how little sanitation & care went into the food, leading to the acts being passed to ensure public safety.

[kavehater]

Someone restrain me I’m gonna bite this persons head off

[your-internet-bf]

It's been a while since you've seen a doctor, and you're nervous as you follow the nurse back to my office. What's there to be nervous about, this is just a little checkup, right? You notice the nurse's manicured burgundy nails as she knocks sharply on the door. She turns to you, smiling prettily, and says, "the doctor will see you now."

You push open the door and enter quite a large room. The nurse follows, closing the door behind you. In the center is the examination table, off to the right is a small crowd of young adults, appearing to be made up of men and women, and on the left is me, seated at my desk. "Welcome," I say, standing and extending one hand. My voice is deep, warm, and smooth, and you fumble for a moment, blushing a little, before you remember to shake my hand. Your hand is dwarfed in mine, my strong fingers encircling you, and a thought flashes unbidden through your mind - what would those fingers feel like inside you? - but, come on now, that's really not appropriate...

"I have a few students with me, as you can see. Is that alright?"

"Well, yes, of course!" Why shouldn't it be?

"Excellent. Now, I'm pioneering this new full-body examination method - it's really quite extraordinary, the maladies I can detect this way - but be warned, it is, shall we say, unorthodox. Is that alright?"

Just for a moment, you see something in my eyes, something behind the genial smile and gentle, reassuring tone. Just for a moment, you feel like some specimen, some piece of meat, pinned down under the lights with nowhere to go... but just for a moment. Surely, nothing bad can happen, and I'm a doctor, aren't I? You can trust me. So you swallow your fear, and you acquiesce.

"Excellent! Let's have a seat on the table, if you don't mind, and we'll make a start. Nurse V, if you would..."

As you sit on the table, the clinical, sterile seating a little cold against your skin, the pretty nurse steps behind the table, facing you, waiting for something. From your right, I approach, and you feel again just how much larger than you I am as my broad shoulders block out one of the ceiling lights. With all these people watching you, it takes all you have not to squeeze your legs together, just a little bit.

We begin with a quick examination of your face - "you have beautiful eyes, you know," I purr into one ear. I place one hand on the side of your neck and tilt your head; god, you've been reading too much, haven't you, the way you want these strong, expert fingers to close around your throat.

"Now, open your mouth for me, please." You oblige, and I cup your chin and slide my thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Your eyebrows jump in surprise, and you look at me questioningly.

I smile again, still inside you. "Unorthodox, remember? Now, close your mouth and try to swallow." From behind, the nurse strokes your cheek with the back of one hand, and you feel a sudden ache between your legs. You close your lips around my thumb and swallow. It tastes... clean, mostly, as one might expect from a doctor, but you can taste the sweat underneath.

"Very good, one more time for me."

You swallow again, and you feel me slide my thumb over the surface of your tongue, pressing down, swirling in circles.

"And, one more time... yes, that's it, good job, very good job."

The praise for this degrading task is more than you can bear, and you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, it's humiliating, everyone just saw you do that... All these eyes on you, the beautiful nurse behind you, this big, strong doctor with these big, strong hands and that big fucking bulge... but no, this is just a checkup, nothing is going to happen, right?

While you were thinking, I dried my hand off and had begun speaking.

"I'm - I'm sorry?"

"No worries. I was saying, can you remove your top, please? We need to examine your heart and your breathing."

You stare at me. "Remove my - "

"Yes, remove your top. The fewer barriers between me and you, the less interference with my examination." My face is quite serious, almost bored - this really must be routine. You look back at the nurse, and she smiles slightly and nods. So you undress, your nipples betraying you, standing at attention. You blush as the crowd of students looks at you intently. The nurse lays one warm hand on your shoulder, slender fingers gripping you reassuringly, and your eyes are drawn once more to those burgundy nails.

I step in close, and you feel my breath warm on your chest. "Now, observe the stiffness in the patient's nipples - this is to be expected, given the cool air, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of," I say, smiling. I press my stethoscope up over your heart, the metal cold on your skin, and your mind is betrayed by the pounding of your heart. My eyes flick up to meet yours, and I grin, predatorily, and once again you feel like a piece of meat beneath the lights.

I examine your breasts, starting with your left. Enclosed in my big, strong hands, I squeeze and push, prod and pull, ostensibly feeling for any abnormalities, but the way my fingers brush over your nipples, the intensity with which I sink them into your soft breasts, heaving now as your breath comes faster... My practiced tongue rasps over one nipple and a tiny moan escapes your lips as you try desperately to hide how much you're enjoying this; try desperately, and fail.

Abruptly, I pull back. "Excellent! All seems well here." I rest one hand on your other shoulder and turn to the students. "Note the pleasure response during this section of the examination, and I hope you were paying attention to the oral technique."

I turn back to you, my eyes dancing as they meet yours. "Fully undress, if you would. The inspection must continue."

Your hands tremble as you slide your clothes down off your waist, and the nurse aids you, her lovely hands stroking along your thighs and calves as she does.

"And spread for us, please."

Obediently, your thighs open, exposing your cunt, your needy, aching wetness, to all.

"Note the beauty of the patient's sex, here. The shape of the folds," I murmur, tracing one finger along your sensitive lips, "the balanced ratio of the clitoris to the vulva overall," sliding two fingers on either side of your clit, squeezing gently between them, "the appropriate pleasure response in - "

You lose what I say as I plunge two fingers inside you, powerful and dextrous, knuckles slipping past your tightness easily. It feels so fucking good to finally have something inside you, after all this aching and teasing, and god, so many people are watching, they're all watching your pussy spread and toyed with by this big, strong, handsome older man, and now the nurse's slender fingers are across your throat and her lips are on your forehead, and she tells you that you're doing so well for me, you've been so good...

My fingers press up inside you, finding your g spot, and with my thumb rubbing on your clit, I start melting you. Waves of pleasure course through your body, you gasp, moan, whimper, and with your eyes closed you can't tell whose lips are so soft on yours, but it feels so fucking good, and all those people are watching and it makes you want it more, your back arching, chest heaving, melting under the attention, and finally, mercifully, you cum, contracting around my fingers, squeezing your thighs together, trembling, shaking, gasping for air. You hear me say something, but you're so overwhelmed with pleasure that all you can make out from my speech is "very, very good".

The hand withdraws from your throat, and I gently, gently, extricate my fingers, and settle my hand atop one thigh, fingers slick with your desire.

The nurse whispers affirmation in your ear as I address the class. "Stimulation in this manner, of the two most sensitive sex stimuli, brings the most consistent and powerful orgasms to those possessing these organs." I stroke the inside of your thigh reassuringly, before turning to you.

"The final part of this examination is seeing how well you handle penetration. I'm going to need your unequivocal verbal consent before proceeding."

The nurse leans in and whispers into your ear, "might I suggest 'please, sir, will you fuck me?'" You'd blush harder if you could.

You swallow, nervously, and there's a twisting in your gut as you say it. "Please," you begin, voice cracking. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"

"Yes, that is sufficient. I must say, though," I warn, unzipping my jeans, "that I am quite large." I slap my cock down on your tummy, and the sheer weight of it shocks you. You've seen size like this in porn, sure, but fuck, you've never touched something like this. When you tear your gaze away from my cock, I'm grinning down at you, predatory again. "You can back out at any time, you know." My voice is low, teasing, challenging. "Should we continue?"

You nod shakily, and spread your legs a little wider.

One hand on your raised knee, one hand guiding my cock, I push against you. For a moment you realize the exam had to be done in this order; if you weren't so fucking wet, there's no chance you'd be able to take me. But all thoughts are blasted out of your mind as I push harder and slide in.

It's so fucking thick that you can't help but groan. You've never felt so full, so strained inside, being pushed in every direction; you're not built for this, maybe there's just too much, your body is rejecting me - and then I push again, another few inches, and you slam your head back against the padded table, a long, drawn-out "fuuuuuck" wrenched from your lips. You feel my strong hands brace at your hips, and with a final thrust, slamming your cervix up into your guts, moving your entire body, the ridges of my cock sliding deeper and deeper, sliding painfully, pleasurably past your walls, I'm inside you.

The nurse rests her hands on you again, and purrs in your ear, "you're doing so well for him, I know it's hard, it's so hard, but you're doing such a good job, pretty girl..."

Glacially, I pull out, allowing you a moment to rest, before thrusting in again, hands still at your waist. You sob once, loudly, and then you sink into it as I pick up a rhythm, deep, deep strokes inside you. You hear me grunting, whispering something, and I grow more frantic, impaling you a little harder, and through the wall of pleasure you hear me rumble, "nurse V, begin the overstimulation procedure."

"Certainly, doctor." She leans over you, lips fiercely meeting yours, and one of those slender hands reaches down to abuse your clit. An image of those burgundy nails on your cunt flashes through your mind as I continue pounding you, forcing you to spread for me, adjust to me, even as the nurse plays your clit like an instrument, and fuck, she's a virtuoso.

You sing a song of moans and voiceless curses under our combined mastery, knowing your audience is entranced, filled with a blazing, lusty pride. The deep bass of my voice, resonant in your skull, is saying something, but you cannot hear me; you're moaning, groaning, pleading, "yes, yes, oh my god yes" over and over...

The song swells to a crescendo and with two sudden strikes, two powerful thrusts into you, it ends with a thick, hot, sticky white wave of my approval inside you. You feel it pulse deep, deep inside, filling you, load after load delivered straight past your bruised, abused cervix.

You come back to reality with my cum spilling from between your legs, trailing thickly down onto the exam table. I zip up my jeans while the nurse helps dry you off, from all the sweat and saliva. She dabs caringly at your mouth, and you notice that the cloth is dyed the same shade as her lipstick.

"Now," I address the class, "I hope you were paying attention." I rest one hand on your aching, trembling thigh. How many times did you cum with me inside you? How long were all these people watching you writhe beneath me, begging, losing yourself in the pleasure? You have no fucking clue. "This patient has bravely volunteered for each of you to examine her, here and now, while she's available to us."

Your jaw drops. When did you agree to that? You would never - but you were begging, "yes, yes, yes" earlier, weren't you, while I was talking. You agreed. Everyone heard you say it.

"One at a time, please. And," I say to you, grinning wolfishly, "don't worry. I'll be watching the entire time."

[cristinabcn]

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