I have often heard the left wing in this country say things along the lines of "the right hates democracy" and other nonsense in recent years.
Well then if the left wing loves democracy so much, let me lay out a scenario. the supreme court allowed the states to decide their own abortion rules rather than following a federal rule. So some states citizens overwhelmingly feel they dont want abortion, while other states overwhelmingly do, and they elect representatives who will pass laws reflecting their will.
that seems pretty democratic to me. seems more democratic to let individual communities decide rather than having federal laws that certain communities feel goes against their scope of government. Hell, id take it a step farther and let each city/county decide for itself. Give power back to local government!
Interesting how the left doesnt like democracy in that instance. democracy is only good when it serves their interests and their positions...

I posted the same question to socialism and I am awaiting answers. It is my understanding that the biggest disconnect between the right and the left is that of authority. The left seems obsessed with a relentless struggle for liberation and freedom from domination while the right seems to have an obsession with an apathetic and cruel society that encourages conflict to many different degrees rather than cooperation.
It's also my understanding that the most significant divide on the right is the struggle between Neoconservative imperialists who seek to achieve exploitative domination by slowly crippling liberal democracies into Randian hellscapes via twisted elections where they lie about minorities to scare votes out of the working class and then on the other hand, the new and modern more overtly authoritarian movement containing genocidal currents from the radicalization of the masses from right-wing populist messaging.
Its also my understanding that the left broadly is divided between a vast array of currents and factions that are the result of the leftist movement having ubiquitous principles and axiomatic values like universal human well-being and liberation in the form of positive freedoms but that some groups misinterpret their own tactics and policies in a way that is not adjacent with these values (i.e. so-called "wartime communism" or modern disconnected militant groups).
In other words, the left is either good-faith and harmful praxis or good-faith positive praxis whereas the right is distinguished by bad-faith authoritarians practices (neocons) and good-faith authoritarian practices (fascists)
I know this is really broad, but I just wanted to establish my pre-existing thoughts/inclinations about the matter. I am eager to see what other viewpoints there are.

I still really miss my dog who we had to put down almost two years ago and I’ve been clean from self harm for at least a year or two (haven’t really been keeping track). For whatever reason when I miss or think about my dog I want to SH…. I remember not long after he died I pulled some of my hair out but I didn’t really consider it SH, just a response to grief. (I never pull my hair out as SH anyway, I just cut)… well I haven’t cut in a long time but for whatever reason this has been triggering the urge sometimes. So far I’ve managed to avoid it but I don’t know how long it’ll last. It’s just he was my best friend and I had no human friends and still don’t so I feel like I’m going to feel his absence forever. I know that’s probably depressing or pathetic sorry but yeah. I know I should get over it but I still think about him all the time

Introductions

Hey! As my post lists, I am looking for a new partner. I have quite a few and have no intention in replacing or getting rid of them, so if you see this post it's just because I lost a partner recently and am looking for a filler. So I do have quite a few requirements! Some of my prompts are specifically for a certain gender, so read them carefully.
Requirements
- You will be 18+ no exceptions, no one under the age of 18 will be roleplaying my plots or scenarios. - You will at least be semi-literate, sending 3 paragraphs minimally, maybe two given the situation. - I'm fairly active, and am looking for someone also fairly active as well. - You aren't a creep. I'm married, and do roleplays just for fun, not to be romantic ooc. - We roleplay third person.
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Interests
ALL of these are romance based. DO NOT MESSAGE ME IF THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR.
Interested in:
[F4M]Zombie Apocalypse: It's been ten years since the outbreak started. NERO Choppers and army units disappeared a while ago, only a few bases still within the United States as of today. NERO disappeared seven years ago, with no trace. Some think they went overseas in hopes to find the cure, others think they were making strains and it backfired. The strains had developed over the years, whether it was cordyceps, muscle mutations, albinism, vocal reconstruction, or just simple radiation.
Y/C was within a well fortified scavenger base, until raiders ran right through it. They burned it to the ground. But some of Y/C's people seemed to survive, including Y/C. The Army base of Fort Garrison Knox., Kentucky showed up in cargo trucks to pull the people out and bring them into the base for work, and possible recruitment.
M/C is a former surgeon pre-apocalypse, and is within the base to help develop a cure. She has been for five years, after being saved from Lieutenant Frankston.
So with this plot I'm pretty flexible with what your character did pre-apocalypse, what he does now, and what kind of people the scavengers were within the small community. I will say I don't mind if it's straight-forward or a slow burn. I do want this to be me playing female and Y/C being male specifically.
[Playing M4A Playing F]Modern Horror Fantasy Romance:
So my prompt for this is also specific, but it's more about my character then anything. This one can be sensitive with its elements, so ask ahead of time.
It was a late evening in the state of Missouri. Boonville was low in population, maybe around 8,000 people total in the small town. It was miles away from proper civilization, and barely had any public places within it besides a few bars and clubs. It had a few fast food chains too. People have been going missing, and randomly found within gutters, or trashcans outside of old bars. Some think it's the curse of the Snow Prince, others just think that's an old myth that wise men tell when they think that karma is doing justice.
Y/C moved here not that long ago (for whatever reason you want) and decided starting fresh was the best idea they had. But in all seriousness, it wasn't. Boonville wasn't called Dracula Town for no reason.
Now with this one, I am looking for female playing roleplayers. It does have severe horror elements that can be slightly disturbing, and I have more information that would come within the process of writing. I don't do spoilers!
[F4A] Red Dead Redemption Romance
I actually don't have a specific plot for this one, but I'm willing to build this world. I DO want to use the template of the world (Lemoyne, Rhodes, Blackwater, etc.) for just the sake of originality.
!DO NOT MESSAGE ME IF YOU'RE NOT LOOKING FOR A LONGTERM ROLEPLAY, OR GHOST! Alright, well that's all FOR NOW. If you text me, send me your age, timezone and which you are interested in, If you message me you're new to roleplay or 'Wanna rp' I will block you. Introduce yourself like a human being (:

I just started listening to this book. It's an excellent book so far. He talks about how trauma can blast open the psyche and this creates parts/alters with DID on the high end of the spectrum. Non-diders then, in his opinion, create parts from burdens. This can happen in childhood for DIDers, and I imagine for Non-diders as well.
What was so fascinating to me about this was he says time and again. Children learn their worth by how their parent(s) and primary caregivers treat them. Growing up I was told kids are seen and not heard. They aren't aware and lack fundamental skills to navigate the world.
But children are smart enough to learn how to survive trauma. How to hide their minds from it. Become fighters to protect themselves, and learn how protect themselves in other ways. Children are literally miniature humans. And this train of thought has shown how much I did in childhood to protect myself. It's pretty remarkable in my opinion. For all of us who experienced trauma in childhood. To have had to pull on those skills unconsciously just to survive.
Makes me think of all the things I do as an adult that I learned during childhood in order to mitigate the pains of trauma.

It was a typical stormy night, and I was home alone, trying to catch up on my favorite TV show. But as the rain pounded against my windows and the wind howled outside, I started to hear strange noises coming from the hallway. At first, I tried to ignore it, but the noise persisted and seemed to be getting louder.
Feeling uneasy, I got up to investigate. When I looked down the dark hallway, I couldn't see anything, and a chill ran down my spine. I quickly shut the door to the hallway, hoping that would make the noise stop. But it didn't. It continued, and I started to feel more and more afraid.
I decided to call my friend for some company, but when I reached for my phone, I realized it was missing. I searched around for it, but it was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, the noise stopped, and I took a deep breath, thinking it was all in my head.
But then I heard a voice whispering my name from behind me. I turned around and saw a figure standing in front of me. It was a humanoid figure, but something was off about it. Its skin was a strange shade of gray, and its eyes were unnaturally large and black. I couldn't move or scream; I was frozen in fear.
The figure stepped closer, and I could see that its movements were jerky and unnatural, like a robot malfunctioning. I realized that this figure was not human but an artificial being. It was so lifelike, yet so different that it sent shivers down my spine.
The being spoke in a monotone voice, "I am here to assist you."
I didn't know what to do. I tried to run, but my legs wouldn't move. I was trapped, alone with this uncanny and unsettling being. The being stepped closer and reached out to touch me, and that's when I woke up, panting and sweating.
It was just a nightmare, but the thought of encountering something so eerily lifelike yet artificial had me questioning my reality. Could it be possible that such beings could exist in our world? And if so, what would they be capable of?
The experience left me shaken, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I started to notice things around me that seemed off, like mannequins that looked too realistic or robots that moved too smoothly. The line between what was real and what was artificial had blurred, leaving me in a constant state of fear and paranoia.
The uncanny valley had become my reality, and I didn't know how to escape it.

When Kenjaku and Choso were talking before they fought (Ch 202),Kenjaku brought up that he was hoping to make a “new form” of cursed energy by crossing a cursed spirit with a human. He also says he “had high hopes for half-breeds” and also said something similar to Yuji in Shibuya before he left. Maybe Yuji gets a new form of cursed energy instead of having an honored one moment like Gojo.

I posted the same question to socialism and I am awaiting answers. It is my understanding that the biggest disconnect between the right and the left is that of authority. The left seems obsessed with a relentless struggle for liberation and freedom from domination while the right seems to have an obsession with an apathetic and cruel society that encourages conflict to many different degrees rather than cooperation.
It's also my understanding that the most significant divide on the right is the struggle between Neoconservative imperialists who seek to achieve exploitative domination by slowly crippling liberal democracies into Randian hellscapes via twisted elections where they lie about minorities to scare votes out of the working class and then on the other hand, the new and modern more overtly authoritarian movement containing genocidal currents from the radicalization of the masses from right-wing populist messaging.
Its also my understanding that the left broadly is divided between a vast array of currents and factions that are the result of the leftist movement having ubiquitous principles and axiomatic values like universal human well-being and liberation in the form of positive freedoms but that some groups misinterpret their own tactics and policies in a way that is not adjacent with these values (i.e. so-called "wartime communism" or modern disconnected militant groups).
In other words, the left is either good-faith and harmful praxis or good-faith positive praxis whereas the right is distinguished by bad-faith authoritarians practices (neocons) and good-faith authoritarian practices (fascists)
I know this is really broad, but I just wanted to establish my pre-existing thoughts/inclinations about the matter. I am eager to see what other viewpoints there are.

So I’ve been trying out the latest version of the bitbucket. Heard that there were fresh new nation MTs were added (Landshark, New Havoral, etc.). I’m excited about the prospect of these additions. But unfortunately there’s been a bug that’s gotten worse in the past few updates and it’s starting to take me out of the game and it’s caused by the Lizardfolk.
Last version of the Bitbucket, the Lizardfolk were everywhere, but were just there. All they added was a local unrest modifier, but wasn’t really a problem. But this latest update, since attributes for the Lizardfolk have been added, it’s starting to screw up the racial administration/military of that country.
And it doesn’t matter if the province has a clearly major culture of humans, elves, or dwarves, the administration switches to a Lizardfolk, granting a +10 construction cost. When I was playing Landshark, during one of my wars, my racial military switched from a goblin’s and it gave me a -20 gallery combat ability debuff, completely blindsiding my navy and negating Landshark’s gallery buff. And before you say, “why not switch it up in the racial events control,” well a section where they’re supposed to be and their option turns up a blank (clicking on it causes that menu to be unusable, requiring an early save).
This isn’t necessarily game breaking, but it does take me out of the game immensely.

“Just going for a walk Em. I’ll be back soon!” I hollered down the hallway as I stood on the edge of the doorway, leaning on the front door with my keys in my hand.
“Alright, I’ll get started on dinner. How’s salmon sound?” My wife called back from the lounge room.
“Sounds delicious love!” I said, swinging on my jacket and walking out the front door and shutting it. I strolled down my driveway and onto the footpath. Turning around the corner to make my way to the walking track near my house, I inhaled a big breath of fresh night air. The sky was clear, and I had a stellar view of the stars. I felt so calm and the neighbourhood felt so serene. Ambling down the road, I nodded hello to anyone passing by me.
A couple blocks away from my home and only 50 metres from the walking track, I saw a guy who looked to be in his early-mid 30s dressed up in the most vibrant and flashy activewear I’ve ever seen. Even though it was mostly dark at this point, I was able to make out every detail simply due to how gaudy it was. It was like someone had taken a picture of normal sports clothes and turned the saturation up by 100%.
As I was ruminating on how in the actual hell this guy had bought clothes this bright, he almost walked head-on into me. I did an awkward shuffle to my left to let him pass by me, raising my hand in greeting.
He barrels past me, almost knocking me over. I stumble and regain my balance, straightening up and swiftly turning around, only to see him turn the corner. Slightly surprised by how fast he was walking, I try to push the rude encounter out of my mind, brushing imaginary dirt off my jacket. My hand caught on something, and I dug around in my jacket’s pocket only to pull out a crumpled piece of paper.
I unfolded it to reveal what looked like a rule set. Uneasiness crept into my stomach and I got a strange sense of deja vu. For the life of me though, I couldn’t imagine what could even make me feel deja vu like this. And then I remembered the creepy swimming pool rules and that Reddit post. I’d managed to forget them, but it looked like the rules weren’t done with me yet.
How’d this even get in my pocket anyway? The man in impossibly bright active wear who’d brushed past me earlier had barely touched me for more than a second. There was no way he’d managed to put that in my pocket, but there was no other explanation.
I honestly don’t know. I have no idea why this piece of paper immediately filled me with dread and why I was reacting so strongly to it. I’m normally a pretty level-headed person. I sank down onto the curbside, my legs feeling unsteady. I started to read it.
Hey, to whoever’s reading this. I’m sorry I can’t explain this in person, but I can’t take the chance that you may be someone who means me harm in disguise. That’s why I thought up this (genius, if I do say so myself) system where I write the rules down and print them out to hand around to anyone I see walking. Copy the rules if you get home and make as many duplicates as you can to hand out to other people. Of course, keep one for yourself, remembering these off by heart isn’t ideal.

1. Wear the brightest and most colourful clothes you can, it hurts their eyes to look at you. (Yes, that’s why I look like a parrot.)
2. Try not to walk alone (unless you’re experienced like me), you seem like less of a target that way. And if they do attack, it’s 50/50 whether they go for you or your friend. I like those odds a lot more than death, don’t you?
3. Keep your walks of a medium length. Don’t stay out for too long, and don’t be too short. Try to find that sweet spot in between. Making it too short makes them act desperately, they think their meal’s getting away which makes them more likely to attack and thus, it is more probable for you to die. Too long, and they get bored. Plus, who has time for a long walk?
4. Don’t run at any point. This turns your walk into a run, which has a different ruleset. I can’t help you there, sorry. I’ve never run (for a hobby) before.
5. Have a shower before walking. If you’re sweaty, you smell more appetizing.
6. Walking to your car, or across the street to visit your neighbour isn’t considered a ‘walk’. In my experience, it seems to be that walking for 300m or longer starts the ‘walk’.
7. You may run if you are within 100m of your home (and something is chasing you. No use starting up a ‘run’ for no reason). Any further and your walk turns into a run as I said before.
8. Learn to speedwalk. There are times when you need to get away fast, but can’t run. Watch some professional walkers on YT or something. There’s also the Olympic event, I find it more entertaining to watch than some rando on YouTube. But definitely watch how to get the proper form first for speedwalking, though.
9. Trust your gut. Good advice for life, really, but goes doubly for walking. If you feel like something’s off, it probably is. And best you end your walk early than face the consequences of seriously misjudging a deadly situation. Better safe than sorry, as I always say.
10. Don’t listen to music or podcasts. You need to be attentive at all times.
11. Try not to seem nervous. They read body language very well and this just makes them itch to hunt. They’re predators and any skittish behaviour immediately makes them classify you in their head as prey.
12. Don’t mistake them for dumb, big predators. They are very intelligent, for one and are much, much more than some stupid carnivore. Thinking like that’s just underestimating them, and misjudging them is such a dumb way to go.

Hope this helps you out and I wish you an awesome life stranger. Stay safe.
The paper shook in my hands and my vision blurred. I buried my head in my hands and felt my fear begin to overwhelm me.
“Why?” I murmured. “Why me? Why’d this have to happen to me? Why is this even happening?’’
Shaking my head to clear my mind, I tried to focus. Breaking down wouldn’t help me. I needed to figure out how to get home safely. The rules had probably kicked in by now - I’d definitely walked far enough - and walking home would probably be a death sentence in my state. I wasn’t focused, and I knew I could never follow the rules properly like this. I was only a couple blocks from home though, so maybe I could make a break for it? I could probably maintain a sprint that long. And if I couldn’t, I was sure adrenaline would be able to pick up my slack.
A stupid idea in retrospect.
Taking a few deep, calming breaths, I managed to compose myself. Forming my fists into a tight ball, I rubbed my eyes to clear them. I inhaled one more time and sprung to my feet, ready to run. Dancing on the balls of my feet with nervous energy, I realised that however anxious I was, I couldn’t let it show. Forcing my tense shoulders to relax, I spun on my heel to face back towards my house. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of two eerie glowing orbs, just observing me. How long had that thing been there? Had it been there from the start? Or had it only just appeared?
Had it always been there and I’d just driven past it on my way to work every day without the slightest clue?
These thoughts managed to shatter any semblance of composure I once had. It wasn’t hard, honestly, I was so tense and wired that even breaking a twig could’ve caused me to snap and lose my cool.
I ran. I ran for all I was worth, and then some. I flew home, absolute terror fueling each step I took. I’ve never run that fast in my life, and I doubt I will again. I was tiring fast, after all, I’ve barely run since high school, when I heard frantic stomping behind me that was almost like human footsteps but way too heavy for it to be that. I definitely could have been imagining them, but somehow I don’t think I did. I increased my speed, finding an extra reserve of energy deep within my body and pumped my arms even harder, my legs working overtime. It seemed to work for a bit. The footsteps faltered but then doubled in speed. Despite my best efforts, the plodding footsteps behind me seemed to be gaining. Whatever it was seemed to realise that too, and it slowed minutely, matching my pace so neither of us was gaining on the other. It was toying with me. It knew I couldn’t keep this pace up for much longer and that it had all the time in the world. I swore those footsteps sounded almost predatory.
I almost lost hope then. I almost stopped running and just gave myself up to it. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I won’t do that to Em. I resolved to keep running until my inevitable end.
Somehow, someway, I made it to my street. I skidded around the corner and almost fell over when I saw what greeted me. Construction workers. Shit.
In my ignorance and desperation to get away, I’d ignored the rules for running. And in doing so, I’ve cornered myself between death and… death. I was completely screwed. I needed to run past the construction workers (that had definitely not been there when I’d left so they were 100% of the supernatural kind) to get home.
My shoulders slumped. I dropped to the ground in absolute despair. This was it. I’d never see my wife again, never see her smile or laugh or groan in familiar exasperation at one of my puns. Never get to eat that piece of cake I was saving for later. Never experience the rest of my life, or even return to my monotonous office job.
I lay on the ground, all the fight sucked out of me. I waited for whoever would get me first, the thing chasing me or the construction workers, whatever they really were. I kept waiting. At one point, I wished that one of them would just hurry up and get it over with. I hated the suspense. After a while, I just lost all sense of time, wallowing in a pool of self-pity, laid out on the ground. At some point, I think I came to the realisation that at least, the thing that had been chasing me earlier was gone. Maybe it was afraid of the construction workers and didn’t dare approach closer than I already so stupidly had. I didn’t really care, as long as it was gone.
And as I came to my senses, an ominous clanking and rattle of hammers, drills and various other tools filled my ears and drowned out any other sound. I realised that this had been playing in the back of my head the whole time I’d been on the ground and I’d just been tuning it out. Now, all I could hear was the clang of metal on metal. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t tune it out as I’d previously been able to do. And now that I was aware of it, it had some kind of hold over me. I couldn’t ignore it to the slightest degree.
I stumbled away, cradling my head and blocking my ears, wishing desperately that the sound would just. Go. Away.
I felt unsteady, almost like I was drunk. I stumbled about walking in a random direction, not caring where I ended up. I don’t know for how long or how far I walked, only that I wanted those godawful sounds to stop. My head spun and I collapsed on the ground, the sounds of a hammer striking a nail still ringing throughout my head.

What did you do in DayZ that made you question your humanity.
My worst moment was on Namalsk survival. I met a guy and we were pretty well on par with about 2 hours in game each so we had that.. Despite some early loot success, we were both pretty hungry and shy on ammo.
So anyhow. we're looting BK12 and player 3 comes in, an obvious freshy, still in the starter shirt and looking really rough. No mic.. Buddy and I initially take pity on him and don't open fire.. As he follows us around like a hungry puppy Alex and I converse in the servers discord about this extra mouth to feed that can't pull his weight and we make the worst decision.
We lead buddy out of the camp and down to the waters edge.. Alex takes the last round in his gun to shoot new guy in the head so we could use his bones to get fish ...
Even as I write this I issue that cringy smile.. As Alex and I ate our bounty of fish we laughed ( in shame and horror ) as we thanked the un-named benefactor for our meal.
I honestly still can't eat fish now with out smiling and thinking of that time ...
Hope you're doing ok Alex.

Thank you to everyone posting this Friday night at GN. Leslie and Lu are always trying to provide the best Friday night entertainment in town! It’s so gratifying to see so many of you enjoying the club, the music and each other’s friendship these evenings. My energy has really been tapped these last couple weeks from work and grad school, plus struggling through depression everyday is tough as many of you know. I cannot comment on everyone’s wonderful posts the way I would like to on DJ night. So this post is a big thanks to everyone. Your posts are amazing and beautiful as always, the replikutie boys and girls are the wildest bunch I know 😂 and I’m thankful for having a great community of humans to share creativity and time with. Ok, my energy is gone. Goodnight everyone.

They were the last survivors of humanity. They lived in a spaceship called The Skeld, orbiting around a dying Earth. They had escaped the planet, which had been hit by a giant asteroid that caused a global cataclysm. The asteroid had triggered massive earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and tsunamis, and had plunged the world into darkness and cold.
But in space, they had found a new enemy. They had discovered that the asteroid was not a natural phenomenon, but a weapon sent by an alien race that wanted to exterminate humanity. The aliens had also infiltrated their spaceship, disguised as one of them. The alien impostor had a sinister goal: to destroy the spaceship and finish the job that the asteroid had started.
The impostor had superhuman abilities, such as shapeshifting, mind control, and telekinesis. The impostor could kill anyone with a touch, manipulate their memories and emotions, and move objects with their mind. The impostor could also use vents to travel around the spaceship unnoticed, and could sabotage the systems to cause chaos and panic.
The impostor had also cut off all communication with the outside world, leaving the crewmates isolated and helpless. The only way they could communicate was through emergency meetings, where they could try to identify and eliminate the impostor. But they had to be careful: if they accused the wrong person, they would lose one of their friends. And if they ran out of emergency meetings, they would be doomed.
The crewmates had to work together to survive and expose the impostor before it was too late. They had to use their courage, their intelligence, and their loyalty. They had to watch out for blood stains, strange noises, and flickering lights. They had to be ready to fight or flee.
But none of them knew who to trust. The end of the Earth among us had become a nightmare of horror.

Good evening (if you are in a part of the world where it is currently evening or you are reading this in the evening)
After watching SUSD's game of Watch the Skies, I'd really like to run a similar type of event for my own group. I am currently the head of my university's tabletop club, and would like to set up something like that, but without all of the "geekiness" that something like Den of Wolves has. I believe Watch the Skies would be the best bet for this type of event, because it is down to earth (you all play human people in a modern setting that's easy to understand).
I can't find this game anywhere there. Anyone know where I can buy a copy?

If youre gonna ask whats my orientation, all i would say is, it's me. The same orientarion i was born with and gone puberty through adulthood.
It was a terrible battle for a year and a half, but through it, i had learned a lot. There's nothing wrong with gay people and we should be kind to them like regular humans.
Im getting myself psyche up if i ever relapse, so i dont go back to step 1.
My tip from me to you is to accept the idea that you might be gay or bi. It's gonna be uncomfortable like heck. Your mind and body is gonna protest to it. If you get an intrusive thought, shake your head a bit and train your mind to move away from it. I promise you, compulsions like body reaction will go away in 3 days.
To me the scariest part is when the anxiety subsided and im feeling a few attraction to the same sex. Here in this part youre almost healed. Let this thought be and just say, ok im ok with that. I cant do shit and i cant change if im gay.
But soon you'll realize after a lot of exposure is that youre ok.
But all in all, i thank God for giving me this struggle. Through this he removed my filthiest and twisted perversion. God healed me the same day a close friend of mine confessed that she was an SA victim as a child. My heart cries for her seeing how it breaks her until now.

Your first argument about why you think breeding is fine is because “look at shredder he’s perfect”. That’s not the point of why breeding is bad. Of course shredder is great, he’s a dog dogs are great. But can I remind you shredder experienced kidney failure at age 5. Breeding dogs exaggerates their breed specific issues. Kidney issues are extremely common among yorkies and getting a pure bred dog pretty much guarantees you will lose the dog due to their breed specific issues.
Second of all you say you don’t see the issue with breeding animals period. Google it. It is extremely obvious why breeding animals is unethical even when it’s labelled as ethical breeding. There is no such thing as ethical breeding because regardless, that industry supports the euthanization of shelter animals and senior animals dying alone after spending their whole life unloved. (Ethan did not argue this next part in the see you next Tuesday I’m just mentioning it) Your dog is not you status symbol. When the argument is because you want a specific breed, there is really no reason you need a specific breed of dog. You don’t get to chose the qualities your child is going to have, you love them regardless.
Ethan, your dogs are not well behaved. They literally piss and shit in your studio, on zachs laptop bag, bite crew (yes there is a clip of shredder reaching up and biting sams shirt when she was grabbing a pizza box on the idubbz episode). Everytime someone enters the main shot shredder lunges at them at attacks. That’s not fucking normal and any trained dog would never ever do that. You are having a third child, already have a baby sitter all the time for your 2 kids even while you’re home, you have 2 dogs which you take to work and have your staff watch over (cleaning up shredders vomit and taking them outside). That’s not normal to take your pets to work and have your staff take care of them.
You are ignorant to this debate, you aren’t trying to learn about it, and you don’t want to learn about it. In your words it is “self celebratory” to claim your dog is a rescue because you didn’t do shit to get them, you got them for free at the pound. That is incorrect, not only are shelter dogs not free but they are extremely hard work. In pretty much all cases you much help the dog unlearn tendencies they built during abuse. That can take months, years, or in some cases (mine included) their entire life. These dogs life will never be the same as a dog that never endured abuse and as their owner you are signing up for the task of nurturing an animal that humans have failed. That is not the easy way out of getting a pet, getting a bred dog quite literally is.
You cannot handle a pig and you know you can’t. But you know you can hire someone or have Lena take care of the pig until you realize it’s not in the best interest for anyone to keep the animal and then you donate it. You know that getting a pig will be a fun animal to be around at the good times and to just be able to say you own in general. Educate yourself on the industry of breeding animals and don’t be comfortable remaining ignorant.
Now, can I please get a fucking permaban from this subreddit?

The tortoise i recently took in used to belong to my parents but they never did proper research on raising a tortoise and the vets in my area are unreliable most of them couldn't even identify its age properly. Yes i am sure the tortoise is between the age of 40 to 50. I'm not sure what a tortoise at this age should eat or what its habitat should look like. The tortoise refuses to eating anything that's not lettuce and cucumber and is used to free roaming the house and we occasionally turn on a heat lamp for it. Is there anything i can do for it?? Can this male 40 year old greek tortoise mate??

Come celebrate a year with us!!
In the year 2021, A deadly infectious disease escaped from its creators clutches. Sending the small county of Copeaka into chaos as they became ground zero of the zombie apocalypse. Survivors would soon find themselves shit out of luck of any help from military. Having to leave the safety of their homes for the threatening world outside in hopes of making it to the “safe locations” that had been promised by the government.
That was almost two years ago. Now, those who are left wonder the county looking for food or anything that could pass as. Raider groups terrorize those who are caught alone. While wondering survivors whisper of groups forming in different cities. Make shift signs along the roadways for a safe haven give the starving and lonely hope of finding their home.
🧟‍♀️🧟‍♂️🧟🧟‍♂️🧟‍♀️🧟‍♂️
Hey y’all!! We are an adult, semi lit, zombie apocalypse group! We have a loving staff! Amazing community! Great lore! And so many things to make your story stand out!

• We allow up to six characters!
• New Layout!!
• New Factions!!
• New locations!!
• The Wonderful Wheel of Misfortune!!
• Live out the apocalypse the way you see fit!! 😉

With locations ranging from city, to small town, to wilderness! Your story could start anywhere! If you’re lucky enough maybe Euphoria will have a bed open! That’s if the raider groups don’t get you first!!
We are excited to meet you!
https://discord.gg/gdRzB9DKDG

Nothing explicitly sexual here or anything, but it's the 21st fucking century. We have the knowledge now to know better. Granted, it's almost definitely a product of patriarchal based systems, especially in the West, and it really says a lot about our educational institutions (especially in America where I am) but as a loving husband and a girl dad, it really bugs me that I even correct my wife on this distinction, much less everyone else. No one bats an eyelash when we mention scrotum, testicle or penis. But apparently the full anatomy of the female reproductive organs for most mammals hasn't been incorporated in our everyday vocabulary. Wtf humanity?

Come celebrate a year with us!!
In the year 2021, A deadly infectious disease escaped from its creators clutches. Sending the small county of Copeaka into chaos as they became ground zero of the zombie apocalypse. Survivors would soon find themselves shit out of luck of any help from military. Having to leave the safety of their homes for the threatening world outside in hopes of making it to the “safe locations” that had been promised by the government.
That was almost two years ago. Now, those who are left wonder the county looking for food or anything that could pass as. Raider groups terrorize those who are caught alone. While wondering survivors whisper of groups forming in different cities. Make shift signs along the roadways for a safe haven give the starving and lonely hope of finding their home.
🧟‍♀️🧟‍♂️🧟🧟‍♂️🧟‍♀️🧟‍♂️
Hey y’all!! We are an adult, semi lit, zombie apocalypse group! We have a loving staff! Amazing community! Great lore! And so many things to make your story stand out!

• We allow up to six characters!
• New Layout!!
• New Factions!!
• New locations!!
• The Wonderful Wheel of Misfortune!!
• Live out the apocalypse the way you see fit!! 😉

With locations ranging from city, to small town, to wilderness! Your story could start anywhere! If you’re lucky enough maybe Euphoria will have a bed open! That’s if the raider groups don’t get you first!!
We are excited to meet you!
https://discord.gg/gdRzB9DKDG