Month: August 2017

Experimentation

Almul decides to see if oral sex works on them at all. 

The answer is… yes? Maybe? 

It depends on your definition of “sex”. 

Quiet glade, soft, mossy ground, and privacy. Nice and calm,
private, no one around. Good mood for both of them, Alzu with a full stomach
but not stuffed, nothing particularly urgent to do. This was a good time for a
proposition, right?

Granted, it wasn’t the usual sort. Mostly because Almul
wasn’t the usual sort. In particular, they didn’t have genitalia, or anything
even remotely like it. But they did have a crotch, and their plating was
sensitive to touch, and people got up to very interesting things that didn’t
involve their genitals, so… why not? May as well try. It wasn’t like Alzu had
any complaints about putting his tongue in interesting places.

Crooning gently to get Alzu’s attention, Almul slid their
hands over and wound their fingers into his ruff, pulling gently until he moved
with them. Chattering a quiet noise of entreaty, they pulled his head down
until the tip of his muzzle was pushed gently against their crotch piece, then
clicked hopefully and watched.

“…uh.”

Alzu blinked a couple of times, honestly confused, and
rolled his eyes up to look at Almul. This was a very blatant gesture, but…
Almul didn’t really have anything down here to lick. “D’you, uh… y’know, this
usually needs people t’ have somethin’ down here. But, uh- you wanna try? Yeah?
Sure- why th’ hell not. A’ight- lemme grab somethin’ real quick, an’ then I
will happily, uh… lick ya out? Maybe? Wha’ever this turns out t’ be.”

He pulled back slightly, reaching over to pull his pack
closer, and took out a short coil of thick rope. Muttering “gotta give ya
somewhere ta put them claws”, he tied a quick knot in the rope, then slipped it
over his head and settled it around his neck. It wasn’t tight, but it made a
decent makeshift collar, and it would give Almul somewhere to get his claws
into. “Here- grab on.”

Once Almul’s claws were settled into place, Alzu lowered his
head again and nuzzled firmly into their crotch, inhaling deeply before
flicking his tongue over the plating. Almul smelled like gently heated metal,
strange flame, and a hint of something like life-magic, about what one would
expect. Besides that, they smelled excited- not aroused, just intrigued.
Somehow, “intrigued” had a smell.

Almul clicked softly at the lick,
claws tightening around the collar, then slowly relaxed their entire frame and
let the sensation of settling plating sink into the point up against Alzu’s
snout. They knew from experience that this was the best way to get a piece of
plating off, to just relax until it could be nudged aside, and-

Oh.

The edges of their plates were
more sensitive, and Almul was reminded of that as Alzu’s tongue traced around
the edge of their loosening codpiece, earning a small shiver from them. And
then a much stronger shiver as Alzu nudged their codpiece up and pushed his
muzzle through the gap it left.

Grinning at a shuddering warble
from Almul, Alzu paused with just the very tip of his muzzle through the gap,
hands coming up to pet at smooth thighs. “A’ight… tha’s somethin’. You jus’
lemme know if ya wanta stop, yeah? But, other’n that- you want more, you pull
me in. M’kay?”

He waited a moment for
acknowledgement, then rumbled softly and began to lick gently, right around the
edges of the plating that usually met Almul’s codpiece. Now and then, he
stopped that motion in favor of rubbing with the side of his muzzle, letting
the fur stroke along the edges to see what it did.

Now, Almul might not have had the
equipment to express traditional arousal, but this had to be something similar. Alzu knew what budding arousal
felt like from between someone’s legs, and this seemed about right- quiet,
shaky little sounds, hands tightening on his collar, legs clamping lightly
around his head. He had to push Almul’s thighs apart to keep his muzzle from
being trapped, but it worked, and he was starting to get more sounds- so he
took a bit of a risk.

Oh, this felt nice. It wasn’t as strong as sexual
pleasure seemed to be for most people, but it was good, and Almul rocked their
hips lightly against Alzu in an attempt to get more. They’d seen that motion
before in this context, but had never been the one using it, and they rather
liked it. Chuffing a pleased noise, Almul rocked again, just a bit harder, and
then squealed when-

It took them a moment to parse
the sensation, but Alzu had pushed his muzzle deeper, spread their thighs
further apart, and licked at the inside of their lower back. It sent tingling
fire up where Almul’s spine should have been, and they skreeled a soft,
pleasured noise before tugging harder on the collar, leaning up enough to look
down at Alzu and see what he was doing.

Alzu crooned softly in return,
aware that his ears were lowering and his tail-wagging was settling into a
familiar up-and-down pattern, and didn’t bother trying to nudge the submissive
impulses away. He didn’t want to sink into full subspace at the moment, nor did
he think Almul would know how to do that, but this soft fuzz of relaxed
submission was perfect for the situation. Just relax, let Almul take control,
and explore… whatever the hell this was. Because this was not a massage, but he really had no clue what to call it.

Ah well. It was fun, whatever it
was, and Alzu pushed his muzzle just a fraction deeper before pulling back a
bit. Rocking his head back and forth slightly, he eased the plating against the
sides of his muzzle a bit further apart, widening the gap where Almul’s crotch
plating had been, then lowered his head an inch or so to keep licking. Almul
squirmed nicely when he did this, so- whatever he was doing, whatever it felt
like, it was apparently very nice. “Nnh, yeah- lemme.” Alzu muttered, wriggling
until Almul’s legs were draped over his shoulders, and slo-o-owly began to push
his snout deeper. Maybe the further stretch would be good? Because it was a stretch, plating spreading further
apart but trying to clamp back around him, and Almul made a quiet sound of
pleasure with every squeeze. That, and those claws pulled on the collar and on
his ruff every now and then, coaxing him closer. So he obeyed, and he moved  closer, feeling Almul’s heels kick lightly
against his back at the quick change.

This probably wasn’t what most people
felt with Alzu’s snout pressed up between their legs, it didn’t seem to be as
strong, but it was very nice and they
wanted more. Warbling, Almul rocked their hips in several quick motions,
pressing Alzu’s snout deeper into them, and groaned
as that soft tongue swiped along the inside of their back. Alzu could reach
more spots as he continued to press further, and there was a stretch that was starting to move up
into Almul’s stomach as Alzu pushed deeper, deeper-

Almul warbled a quiet noise of
shock as they realized that Alzu had just about his entire head inside them,
then they went limp again, aside from the clamping of their legs and plating
around Alzu’s frame. And maybe that should have been disturbing, but, oh- this
was Alzu, and he was trying to make them feel good, and he was succeeding-

Skreeling in pleasure, Almul rolled
their hips up against Alzu, one hand leaving the collar in order to grip at the
ground under them.

Somehow, despite the sheer
strangeness of what they were doing, this whole situation had gotten rather
erotic. Yes, Alzu had now stuffed his entire head and some of his neck up
inside Almul’s frame, and yes it was weird, but Almul sounded happy. And the motions, well- that felt like what he was
used to, absolutely. Granted, he’d never gotten more than just his muzzle-tip
inside someone before, but that rolling motion and the rhythmic squeezing were
more than familiar. So he went with it- licked whatever he could reach,
occasionally paused to breathe hot air against the damp spots, and stroked his
hands along whatever plating he could easily reach without pulling his head out
to get a proper look.

Almul was definitely still
coherent, more so than people generally seemed to be during sex, and they were
still able to let their mind wander over the situation. Nothing seemed to be
building up, their pleasure had plateaued, and that didn’t seem to be about to
change. But that was okay- this still felt very nice, and they would be happy
to just continue for awhile. Not too long, it was tiring, but oh-

 

Eventually, exhaustion won, and
Almul kreeked gently as they pushed Alzu away. They were tired, and starting to
feel more sensitive, and they were just about done with this, so- time to stop,
yes? Yes.

Groaning softly at the sensation
of Alzu slowly retreating, of their plating starting to settle back into place,
Almul rocked their hips a few times more before settling down against the
ground again. Crooning quietly, they held Alzu’s ruff in their hands for a few
seconds, then let go and relaxed to look up at Alzu.

“Oh, lookit you.” Alzu muttered,
quickly rubbing both hands over his face to settle all his fur down, and sat
back to look down at Almul. Worked up, disheveled, the ground around them
scraped up where they’d braced themself with both hands- a lovely picture. And
sexy, even without any actual sex involved. “Ahh, pretty… lemme clean ya up.”

There wasn’t really anything to
clean up, truthfully, but Alzu had to help Almul settle somehow. So he did-
leaned down and rubbed at Almul’s sides, then a bit further up, leaning down to
nuzzle and nibble gently at their gradually settling plating. More firm
petting, stroking, massaging plating down into place, gradually working his way
up to settle against Almul.

Once Almul looked at least mostly
re-settled, Alzu flopped down next to them, curling gently against their frame.
“Yeah, okay- that wasn’ really sex, bu’ it was damn close. You got all
sensitive, huh? A’ight- settle.”

The pleasure faded gradually, and
Almul crooned the entire time, arching gently against Alzu and reaching up to
rub behind his ears. Happy enough to let the pleasant buzz linger without
anything that might interrupt it, they slowly pulled the rope collar off, then
stretched long and slow before curling up against Alzu. Oh, good, soft- lovely.

They’d have to do this again. Not
soon, it was tiring and all they really wanted right now was to nap, but it
felt good. Maybe they could try to work with other sex things that people did?

Yes. Definitely. Alzu knew about
a lot of sex things, he probably knew
just about all the things to try.

Later, though.

Prrr.

I got washed play sand for my uro (aegyptia) after talking to other uro owners, but the sand comes pretty damp and I don’t wanna raise my baby’s moisture levels too high so what’s a good way to dry out a large amount of wet sand? It’s pretty humid/not super hot rn where I live already so I don’t know if just leaving it outside would help.

amazingpetenclosures:

I don’t honestly know… If you have a spare heat lamp around, maybe rigging something up under the spare lamp, in a different tub/tank would help? Spreading it thinly will also help it dry out quicker 

Spread it out on a cookie sheet and pop it in the oven on a low temp for a few hours. Stir it around now and then, and let it cool before use. Should bake all that moisture right out.

wideeyedandalive:

darkbookworm13:

aspen-witch:

plantinghuman:

wallacegardens:

Hügelkultur (German, meaning “hill culture” or “mound culture”) is the garden concept of building raised beds over decaying wood piles. Decayed timbers become porous and retain moisture while releasing nutrients into the soil that, in turn, promote root growth in plant materials. As the logs decay, they expand and contract, creating air pockets that assist in aerating the soil, allowing roots to easily penetrate the soil. This decaying environment creates a beneficial home to earthworms. As the worms burrow into the soil, they loosen the soil and deposit nutrient-rich worm castings, beneficial to plants. An earthworm can produce its weight in castings on a daily basis.  

The best decayed wood for a Hügelkultur, according to A Growing Culture, comes from alders, applewood, cottonwood, poplar, maple and birch. Use wood products that have been in the process of decay for about a year (using green, or fresh, wood products will rob the soil of necessary nitrogen). Some wood products, like cedar and black walnut, should be avoided because they produce organisms that negatively effect plant growth.   

Read more at A Growing Culture. 

This looks a bit weird, but you can create private spaces in your garden. Natural walls are always better than stonewalls in your garden!

As soon as I own a house I’m doing this.

reblogging for future reference. This is fascinating.

@waveringhorizons

Source: siteground200.com

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bigfatscience:

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fattyatomicmutant:

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sinthiasweet:

thecrazygeek-rant:

thisisthinprivilege:

I work at a daycare with infants.

One of our baby girls is fat, in the 99th percentile for her age. She is super cute and sweet. Lately, she has been sick with various breathing issues, so she has been reluctant to take her bottles. Normally, she’ll take 4 ounces of formula at lunch and 8 ounces in the afternoon. Today, I was lucky to get to her take 5 all day.

There was a substitute covering a lunch break in my classroom today. We emphasized to her that we need to keep trying to get the baby to drink her bottle until she finished it. She said, “Why are you guys so worried about taking her bottle?”

My coworker replied, “That’s where all her nutrients are. She needs the nutrients and the water.”

To which the substitute replied, “But she’s so fat. She doesn’t need it.”

Thin privilege is a small, pretty baby getting better childcare because the caretaker doesn’t think she’s too fat to be allowed to eat.

This reminds me of a cousin of mine who ended up with her kids being taken away from her by social services for a number of reasons but mostly for nearly killing her baby daughter. How?

By starving her. She insisted that her baby was ‘too fat’ and had an aim to remove any and all ‘chubbyness’ so her baby would be thin. She’d already been warned by her doctor about the baby not getting enough food, but insisted she knew best.

After several months of this her baby passed out cold one day and was rushed into hospital where the doctors found her to have severe malnutrition, a low body temperature and low pulse rate. They asked my cousin what she’d been feeding her daughter and she said “one bottle of skimmed milk a day. I don’t want her growing up fat.”

Even after nearly killing her daughter my cousin maintained her view that fat = bad and ended up with all her kids taken from her because she was starving them and neglecting them.

When your fatphobia leads you to starving your own children then you’ve got serious problems.

(Note. She still, to this day, maintains the view that she was right and the doctors were wrong. “They just want fat kids so they can keep employed treating them for all those diseases that being fat causes.” = her actual words.)

My mom had me dieting with her when I was eleven. She had me eating less than 600 calories a day because she was worried I was going to “get huge.” She even grounded me once because she found out my friends were bringing me lunches! I ended up passing out, going to the ER, and getting two IVs at once BC I was so goddamn dehydrated. Soooooo surprised they didn’t call child services… And looking back, this was the root of my anorexia. I’m nearly 22 and still fighting it. Please don’t starve your fucking children.

For fucks sake babies are SUPPOSED to be fat, what is wrong with people? It’s just stored energy, and growing children need stored energy – an 11 year old is just about to hit some major growing years. Damn. 

Fatphobia

Is

Real

and it kills

This is no joke. people will literally starve their own babies cause they don’t want them getting fat. A parent brought in their six month old baby who was having breathing issues and kept getting sick. the parent was asked if the baby was eating regularly and the parent straight up told the doctor that they only feed the baby once a day. ONCE A DAY. A FUCKING BABY. they even had the nerve to say because they didn’t want the baby to get fat. people like this are real. they would rather have a dead baby than a fat one.

My youngest son is a very big boy and has been since he was born. When he was 10 months old I took him for his well-baby check and vaccinations. The nurse noted his weight and said, quite casually, “He is in the 99th percentile for weight so he is at risk for obesity. You may want to keep an eye on that.” I said, “He is exclusively breastfed. He refuses to eat any solids yet.” What did she expect me to do? What would it mean to “keep an eye on” an exclusively breastfed baby’s weight? 

She backed off saying, ‘Well he looks fine!” – proving once again that weight bias is not truly about health – But I know many other parents who are not as informed as I am about weight science and size diversity would react to this interaction by policing their child’s food intake, if not as an infant, then when he was an older child. This is exactly the type of seemingly-inconsequential interaction that starts the ball rolling on a lifetime of dieting, disordered eating, negative body image, and weight-based abuse for too many fat people.

Years later when he was five, another doctor measured his weight and height and commented that he is off the charts on both, but “at least he is in proportion.” And if he was not “in proportion,” I am sure I would have been advised once again to “watch his weight.” 

I no longer allow healthcare providers to weight my children unless it is absolutely medically necessary. They are unable to control their weight talk, which is a known harm for children.

We need to completely eliminate weight talk from medicine, especially when it comes to children. Even the smallest exposure can have terrible consequences.

Wtf…

A friend from college had been going to the doctor because she was having trouble breathing. She was told to lose weight.

Over the course of several years, she went back to the doctors time and time again, telling them that she’d been sticking to the diet but because of her breathing problems she had been unable to even walk for more than 20 minutes at a time.

The doctor got her into an exercise programme and told her that she just needed to really try to lose weight because that was clearly the reason for her breathing problems.

By the time they found the tumour on her lungs, it was inoperable. She only lived three months after diagnosis. She was 25.

She’d had the tumour for over five years.

The doctor was so focused on the fact that my friend was “fat”, that they refused to look for any underlying cause.

They killed her.

Weight-first treatment KILLS. Fatphobia KILLS.

I have 2 scary stories to share about fatphobic doctors & parents harming their childs/patients’ health:

1. The 4 years old daughter of a friend of mine came to our house to spend the weekend. She gave me a letter from her mom that said that the child was in a glutenfree diet because she was getting ‘awfully fat’ when eating cookies or bread (my celiac ass; who gets dhiarrea and loses a scary amount of weight whenever I eat something with gluten was like ’???’).

You can bet that I went to the supermarket with the kid and told her ‘go & take whatever you feel like eating’ and the poor child came back smiling with her arms full of biscuits and cupcakes.

She didn’t got sick (as a celiac would get) and told me later that she hated the diet her mother made her follow; because her cousins didn’t had to pass through that.

And what’s the scariest thing about this story? Her mother was a NURSE. A fucking nurse who didn’t have a clue of the harm that she was doing to her daughter’s body!

2. My little sister started to feel fatigued and dizzy at 9 years old. She felt nauseated at the sight of food and had abdominal pain that increased with physical activity.

Mom got her to the ER and the doctor dismissed it saying: ‘she’s fat and probably is feeling ill after eating too much burgers, get her to make some exercise and she will be better in no time’.My mom didn’t felt ok with the diagnosis and took my sister with a second doctor who also told her that ‘the child was just fat’.

My sister’s skin was starting to get yellow as the days passed and the abdominal pain was getting awful so my mom (heaven bless her!) got her to the ER for the third time:

SHE HAD STAGE 4 HEPATITIS AND WAS ABOUT TO DIE.

She survived after a long and painful recovery who involved being in bed for a whole year (remember that we’re speaking of a 9 years old child). Luckily they saved her liver and she didn’t went through a transplant… but let this sink:

If it weren’t for my mother, fatphobia would have killed her. Fatphobia kills kids and teenagers, fatphobia kills inocent people everyday. It treats human beings as lesser than others and hurts them in their most vulnerable times.

It’s a real shame that we all have so much stories to share about this issue. A REAL SHAME.

Future doctors, interns, and residents following me:

FUCKING TAKE NOTE OF THIS!

Don’t let bias against your fat patients kill them!

(#and this is just when we actually go to the doctor and tell them we have problems #how many of us just give up #or won’t mention anything that seems like too much of a ‘fat’ problem)