easy to miss that one of the reasons maternal mortality is diminished so extremely by modern medicine is that modern medicine makes it so much more possible to identify the pregnancies that will die and take you with them, or are otherwise unacceptably high risk. and then discontinue those ones safely, before it's too late.
thought about this because it's so frustrating when people argue that 'dying in childbirth' is a historical sort of event that doesn't happen nowadays (false) and therefore is irrelevant to the legal status of abortion, since it's not a real danger.
except it super is, and i think a lot of people haven't noticed that this argument in addition to simply being incorrect is basically the same as when people say we don't need vaccines for deadly diseases because no one gets those now anyway.
like yeah one reason for that is we vaccinate everybody ffs.
Note: after the end of Roe v Wade in the US, the maternal mortality rate (and the infant mortality rate) are showing clear increases in the states with the strictest anti-abortion laws.
Forcing people to carry high risk or non viable pregnancies to term kills.
need post magic reveal/ban repeal where magic is free and everyone grows in their knowledge of just what magic is and how it works etc, etc. merlin (isn't one for bragging about his powers) doesn't really mention much about his magic so people just assume he has enough to get by with like chores but not enough to catch the ire of uther EXCEPT for gauis, lancelot, and arthur bc gaius and lancelot have known about him for years and know what he's capable of and arthur sat merlin down and demanded all the stories so arthur knows he'd be a formidable opponent but he doesn't really get it yk? so he's like "yeah merlin has magic and he's capable of defending himself and camelot so he's probably on the more powerful end of the spectrum like every other sorcerer who is powerful"
and then i need merlin to be Different. like noticeably different. like idk a sorcerer is like trying out to be court sorcerer (bc merlin doesn't want another job dammit arthur give it morgana or someone-) and they perform this elaborate spell that captivates merlin and he starts asking all these questions and the sorcerer is like "yeah it's super difficult, it took me months to get it right and it takes years for some others-" and they cut themselves off bc merlin was just like "i wanna try" and does it perfectly first try. the sorcerer is seething.
camelot is hit with a heatwave and everyone is suffering and arthur is just like "morgana can you make it rain or something? it's too hot to breathe." and morgana is just like "no you idiot i can't just bend nature to my will. it doesn't like that." and merlin finally arrives with waterskins full of nice, cold, refreshing drink that the knights are frothing at the mouth to get. arthur complains again and morgana huffs and merlin is like "has he been like that this whole time?" and morgana nods with a groan and merlin laughs before going "i can try something" and leaves before anyone can say anything and arthur looks at morgana and is like "i thought you said nature doesn't like to be controlled?" and she's like "it doesn't" and then they all chase after merlin but he's chilling in the courtyard with his eyes closed, not even chanting, and then the sky starts to darken as black clouds roll in, the temperature plummets and then...snow begins to fall. in july. they all end up having a snowball fight.
a power hungry sorcerer comes along and is like "emrys....he's perfect....just what i need...teehee" and casts some spell over merlin and begins to siphon his magic and his power and merlin feels waves of his magic flood through the connection and into the sorcerer and like he's a mix of panic and concern bc yeah this mf is taking his magic but they're taking his magic. merlin tries to bargain or talk them down while the knights and arthur try to attack but the sorcerer keeps pushing them back and ignores merlin and is like "i want power, i want your power" blah blah blah monologue time and they swing another wave of magic out at the knights and knock many out while killing some and merlin is just like "ok no that's all folks thanks" and starts to push his own magic through the connection. the sorcerer has this wild gleam in their eyes and they feel more and more power fill them and it's like a high until it gets too much and they frantically try to sever the connection and their telling merlin to stop but merlin is just like "i thought you wanted my power? i'm giving it to you" and continues to flood the sorcerer with his magic until gold begins to trace their skin and they idk explode or smth and then all the magic flies back into merlin and he flexes his hands. unnamed knights 3, 6, 22, 53, and 55 still died so it's a tragedy.
a bunch of sorcerers are entertaining at a feast (kind of like the trickler) and they cast illusions all around the room that look real enough (unless you look too closely or touch it bc they are somewhat see through and your hand would pass right through them) and it's a fun and joyous night. later that week, the knights bring it up during their break while training and merlin is like "sure, what illusion should i cast?" and after some back and forth, he settles on the illusion of a dragon. it's around the size and age of aithusa bc that's all he has to go off of and it's gold since he took inspiration from the pendragon crest all around the area. it jumps around and flaps it's wings to get some air and it's all fine and dandy until elyan goes to poke his hand through it's ribs but meets physical scales and he jumps up into percival's arms. merlin looks closer and is like "oh. its real. whoops." and leon is like "whoops?? you make a real life dragon and all you have to say is whoops?" and merlin shrugs and is like "it was an accident" and leon about keels over from a heart attack "an accident? how do you accidentally-" the dragon is considered a gift from magic to camelot and helps further heal the wounds of uther's purge.
idk just like merlin being casually the most powerful sorcerer to walk the earth and unnerving people just by how little he seems to care about his shows of power but they're all like "well he's just doing all these small things that don't harm anyone and he doesn't even seem to realize just how powerful he is so what can ya do?" and they leave it be and make peace with merlin being Like That. and then camelot/arthur is attacked or smth idk and then everyone gets to see exactly how powerful and dangerous merlin is
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Merlin’s words rattled inside his head, as he watched him leave and the door close.
He had really done it this time. He had finally pushed Merlin too far. After years of fearing this exact situation — of dreading the moment Merlin would lose the unrealistic loyalty he’d always possessed, fear of hurting Merlin more than he could ever take back — it had actually happened. Arthur had forced Merlin out of his life.
And the pain was indescribable.
The sigil in his hand burned like hot coal, as a permanent reminder of Merlin’s words."I leave Camelot willingly.”
He left. Merlin actually left Camelot, and in doing so, he left Arthur.
And while he said it was willingly, Arthur knew it wasn’t. He gave his friend no choice — Merlin had to leave or face banishment as Arthur had threatened.
The air in his lungs was pressing on his heart and he felt himself grow dizzy. One hand was curled tightly on the table, gripping it with all his might. “Dismissed” Arthur gritted through his teeth, and the lords and ladies of court disappeared quickly, not wanting to be in the same room as their King another second longer.
His round table of knights and advisors remained. His most trusted knights, Gwen and Agravaine sat in their chairs watching him. Gwaine had been pushed back into submission by Lancelot who looked at Arthur questioningly. As if he didn’t recognise him.
His heart had stopped beating the moment Merlin left the room. Perhaps it had even stopped earlier, at the exact time Merlin said, "Your uncle is having an affair with your sister” in such a manner that left no room for doubt.
Once Merlin had spoken Arthur heard the truth in his words. As always, Merlin had a way of reading him better than anyone else. As if they shared the same heart and soul; Merlin knew exactly what Arthur was thinking and feeling at every moment.
His servant was no stranger to speaking treason, but he usually did so out of public sight. He would speak his mind where only Arthur could hear, and where he would politely chide him for such speech, before ordering him to muck out the horses. Merlin always made sure Arthur had time to think and reflect on his own terms, without the pressure of others watching.
And while he always thought Merlin had been one to worry needlessly and look for suspicious signs, he had never made such a grave accusation before. Never so publicly, never in such a demanding way.
Merlin must have therefore been completely convinced of Agravaine’s treachery to make such a public scene. Merlin had forced his hand, and if Arthur didn’t act, he would look like a fool in front of his court and friends. To say he was confused and hurt would be an understatement.
“I have never seen such behavior from Merlin before. He’s never spoken to me like that.” Arthur whispered to himself, almost entirely unaware of the people looking at him.
Agravaine nodded gravely “Indeed, sire. Something must be terribly wrong for Merlin to abandon you. It makes one wonder…”
“It makes me wonder if he was telling the truth.” Arthur cut him off. The King turned his head and looked at the man beside him, daring him to answer.
“Arthur?! My dear nephew, please you cannot insult me in such a manner. I could never betray you! It would be like betraying Ygraine, and I live every day with her memory in my heart — no! Do not say such a thing again.” Agravaine insisted emphatically, shaking his head.
“Hmm.” Arthur hummed, not wanting to believe him, but simultaneously not wanting to doubt him either. Merlin must’ve had some proof, something that could without a shadow of a doubt, incriminate the man.
“I only meant…it makes one wonder how he has come to such a conclusion. I fear I must’ve hurt him quite deeply by telling you about Gaius’ treason. He must be heartbroken to have seen his uncle leave him without a goodbye. Or perhaps he’s even enchanted, or cursed into speaking evil.” Agravaine surmised, looking up into the ceiling as if deep in thought.
Had it been any other day, Arthur would have fallen for it. But not now. He could see it clear as day. The lines around his eyes were smiling, his lips curled in a proud manner. His uncle was amused by the whole ordeal.
Arthur thought back to Merlin’s words and realised with an instant that he had been correct on all counts: Agravaine had been the one encouraging him to show his strength as a new King and execute Crealeon. He had nearly started a war just so he could impress his uncle and council.
Merlin had tried so hard to prevent it, to force Arthur to see sense and not kill a foreign King. But he had done it anyway and nearly doomed Camelot to a long and arduous war. He put his head in his hands and sighed.
Years before, Merlin had done everything in his power to stop Arthur from killing his own father. And three months ago, Agravaine had done everything in his power to make Arthur kill Creleon. A widow and three children were left behind after his actions that day. Had he listened to Merlin, like he promised them both he’d always do, Queen Annis would still have her husband, and Camelot would not be recouping the financial loss of an attempted war.
Also true, was the allegation that Agravaine had been the one to encourage breaking his courtship with Guinevere.
Ideas of social hierarchy had been ingrained into him since birth, and Gwen and Merlin had worked hard on whittling it down, but Agravaine had put his foot down and told him he could under no circumstances make a servant his queen. And so he had listened to his mother's brother, and ended their courtship.
The woman he once loved so dearly was now happily married — and he was happy for them — but it stung to think about the loss of the only woman he had ever seriously considered making his queen. At least he had made her seneschal, and she had a proper voice at court as a lady. The position was thoroughly deserved, and it was the least he could do after the mess he had created in her life.
Arthur lifted his head and looked at his table. They were sitting at the ordinary council table, not the round one, but it only made the loss of Merlin even more obvious. Merlin, who sat at his right-hand side that dreadful night in the Hall of the Ancient Kings, had never even been granted a place at the official table. He was always standing off to the side, holding his notes or a pitcher of wine.
Merlin, his closest friend and most trusted servant, had always been by his side. A steady and loyal presence. Over the years he’d risked floggings and beheadings several times over, just so Arthur could have a better day. The same could be said for Gaius.
His old physician had never lied to him before. He had always been a steady presence, and even his father had deferred to the man on many occasions because he trusted him. Uther had also personally apologised after the witchfinder debacle. The poor man had been tortured into a false confession and was about to burn at the stake, but his father had not even given him the grace of a public apology.
And now it had happened again. Gaius, who had never steered him wrong before had yet again been wronged by him. Shame overcame him, and he barely heard the smarmy voice of his uncle who had continued to speak.
“And I understand the need to take such an allegation seriously, but Arthur, I assure you; I could never betray you! If it would ease your mind, I implore you, your own men can search my chambers for I have nothing to hide.”
Arthur looked over at his friends, who all seemed desperate to leave the room and search for Merlin. They ought to do that, and he could see Gwaine was itching to get away as quickly as possible.
Arthur nodded to Leon and Percival. The unspoken order was clear — search his uncle's rooms. The two largest knights got up quickly and headed out.
Arthur looked at Gwaine and Lancelot. “Find him,” He ordered. And in a much smaller voice, he begged.
“Find him, please.”
—
Arthur sent Agravaine to the cells, temporarily, as a precaution. As much as he believed Merlin’s accusation, it hurt him immensely to see his once beloved uncle dragged into the dungeons. But he ignored the bitterness of reality, and set about searching for Merlin.
Everyone had scampered off in different directions. But it became clear that something was wrong when they all met in the main hallway.
Arthur had walked up and down the many corridors for what felt like hours, hoping foolishly to run into his idiot manservant. But Merlin was nowhere to be found. He stopped by an open window and looked out at the castle square.
Behind him, he heard loud clanging of armour, and heavy footsteps on the stone floor. The sound echoed across the hall. He turned to face them, hope quickly dwindling as he saw Lancelot's face.
Sirs Gwaine and Lancelot had returned from Merlin’s rooms. Lancelot looked somber. “All his belongings are gone!” At the same time, Gwen came running up from the stairs, her delicate apron was covered in hay. “Filip said Merlin saddled up with Hengroen and left.”
“How did he get away so quickly? He just left the throne room?” Arthur bemoaned. Sweat began to form at the nape of his neck, and his hands shook. He took a deep breath and looked out of the window again. Merlin couldn’t have made it far, he must still be in the citadel, or near the forest clearing.
It was Gwen who came to a horrifying conclusion. “He must’ve been prepared. He had packed his things before he came to the council. He knew…he knew what his future would look like. He expected this outcome.”
She cried “I can’t believe he would leave without saying his goodbyes! At least to us! To me.” Writhing her hands together, she bit her lip and let her tears fall.
Arthur felt sick, and he wanted to empty his stomach. Years of warrior training kept him from expelling his stomach contents, but he felt the uneasiness return when two more knights approached.
Sirs Percival and Leon shook their heads at him. “There is nothing in Lord Agravaines chambers that would suggest him being a traitor.”
Arthur half nodded. Looking at them again he said, “There must be something. If Merlin was this convinced my uncle was a traitor, there must be some tangible proof. Something to condemn him.”
As always, Leon was the voice of reason. “Perhaps we should keep him under arrest until we’ve searched his chambers more thoroughly. And if we still find nothing, he could return to court while we keep an eye on him. If he is working for Morgana he will undoubtedly report back to her about today's events.”
The plan is set. Leon, Elyan, Gwen, and Percival return to the lord's rooms to search for evidence, while Arthur, Gwaine, and Lancelot head for the stables. They have a servant to find.
—
A day goes by. No Merlin and no Gaius.
Arthur can’t eat or sleep. Gwaine never returned and is still out searching the outlying woods. Lancelot and Elyan tackled the city and villages. No sign of him.
Gwen has been walking around with dry tears on her face as she takes on more responsibilities around the castle. Merlin had been doing the work of several servants, and finding people to replace him took time.
In Gaius’ absence, they must hire a new physician. The man’s name is Farris. and he comes from Powys. A healthy and steady man in his late forties sat in Gaius' chair at the round table. Arthur and Gwen had just presented him with the contract.
“I am not signing this. It’s undignified.” He pushed the scroll away and closed his hands.
“What makes you say that? It’s exactly the same as Gaius had. Please, tell me what is wrong and we will take a closer look.” Gwen, as polite as ever, said. Her hands were barely shaking.
“Well, for one, the pay is half of what I would get in any other court. The work is overwhelming — I cannot see anything about potion makers, medicinal gardens, or even where my own chambers would be. Are you telling me Gaius did all this work himself? Planted the herbs and plants, pickled and brewed his own ingredients, worked nights and days on his own…all on this insult of a pittance?” Farris seemed truly outraged.
The man was not rude, but he looked astonished at the scroll as he counted on his fingers. “In my former employ, there were five physicians with three assistants. Some dealt with the court and its knights, others with the people. We had herb gardens and specified potion makers. It seems that in Camelot Gaius and his assistant have done the work of eight people all on their own.”
He looked further down and noticed something. “And the boy was only paid in room and board.”
Arthur could not help widening his mouth in shock. Now that someone had laid it all out, he could see the ridiculous nature of Gaius and Merlin’s work. And had Merlin never been paid? To think they had only one physician to Powys’ eight was staggering.
Gwen spoke. “What do you mean, medicinal gardens? Arthur's manservant, Merlin, used to gather herbs in the forest, and I would sometimes join him if — “
“My dear lady, that’s because Uther burned the medicinal gardens Camelot used to have.” Farris retorted, and when Arthur looked abashed he added. “Healing plants have an unfortunate tendency to be mistaken for magical plants.”
Arthur sighed. Of course. It always came back to magic.
“You mean to tell me that Merlin and Gaius have spent hours of their lives foraging in the woods when those plants used to grow in our gardens?” He didn’t need an answer. The look on everyone’s faces was all the answer he needed.
“Worse yet,” Farris looked nervous as he added. “Gossip is widespread in our community, and it’s known that Uther only allowed one physician to work in his Kingdom, because of its possible connection to magic.”
Arthur groaned and cursed his father. How had he never noticed, or even considered, the fact that Camelot only had one working physician? All other healers he’d ever met were commoners and their work was unrecognised. Gods, he felt like an idiot.
“And as to your question about the pay.” Farris continued. “I can only speculate, but it is known amongst my colleagues that Gaius was pardoned for his former magic use. He was only allowed to live as long as the King saw fit — no wonder he never complained about the pay of the amount of work.”
Uther had been metaphorically dangling a noose in front of his face for the past twenty-something years. No wonder the man was so eager to please and never complained unless absolutely necessary. He had paid Merlin in room and board for it was all he could afford.
Arthur felt anger take over and he gripped the table hard. Damn Uther, and damn Agravaine.
“Thank you, Farris, for bringing this to my attention. I trust Lady Gwen to go over the details with you in full, and to amend any disagreements you may have. Camelot needs a physician, more in fact, as we’ve seemingly only had one these last decades. Please — whatever you may need, you will get.”
He left the room without a goodbye. He trusted Gwen would take care of it all. She always did.
Behind him, he could hear Leon’s heavy steps. The man had a way of walking that signaled his station and honor. It was an uncanny walk, one Arthur would recognise anywhere.
“Arthur,” He called and Arthur stopped by the same window he looked out of yesterday. Arthur looked out at his kingdom: what else has failed to see? What else had been right there in front of him, but he had never even cared to look. And what else has been deliberately shielded from him?
“It’s not your fault they never told you,” Leon emphasised. He put a comforting hand on the King's shoulder.
“But it’s not their fault either, for not telling me.” He replied. “By admitting the failures in my father's rule it would be to speak of treason, which is a hanging offense. By gritting their teeth and keeping their head low, they were at least able to survive.” He concluded.
His father had been so afraid of magic that he had burned ordinary plants to ashes. And as a result, the health and well-being of Camelot citizens suffered. It’s a laughably terrifying thought.
“Merlin must’ve been so overworked, even without all the ridiculous chores I gave him. No wonder he spent all his free time at the tavern.” Arthur could almost laugh.
Sir Leon paused in an unusual matter. Arthur signaled for him to speak his mind. “I don’t think Merlin was ever at the tavern, sire. At least I never saw him, and Gwaine swears he’s never seen Merlin drink more than half a cider at Yule. He was probably out doing Gaius work, or hell, taking a nap from all the other chores he had.”
Arthur cursed loudly this time and marched back to his chambers. They were bleak and empty. Cold and uninviting. What used to be his solace, his private space where he and Merlin could exist together in peace, was now a startling reminder of what he had lost.
Arthur fell down on his bed and cried into his pillow.
What is your favourite Merthur trope ? Or maybe what is your fav Merthur fic? Can you rec some ?
oufff there's so much interesting fics i would recommend and even more that i haven't read yet... my fav trope probably would be hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending (but i can do with unhappy one too), monsters & creatures or just with horror elements, modern with magic and enemies to lovers, but in their case it's idiots to lovers
and for the recommendations... (i'll try to keep it short)
horrors and evil creatures:
Eater (tw cannibalism)
The Devil's Table
The Tower
Next to die (evil merthur<3)
In the deep, dark woods
Omen
hurt/comfort, but mostly angst:
Smoke and mirrors
the sky come crushing down (this shattered my heart, very unhappy angst, love it)
The Mystery Boy
I'll Be Yr Bird
The Warlock's Bane series
Pain Threshold (i love lovelove IT, when Merlin is not quite human and i'm in love this author other fics too)
(I Could Take You Down With) 2020 BLOWS (very cute comfort but for Arthur it's pain from being unable to eat cheeseburger)
other favourite fics:
Nobody's Fool (their dynamic is just mwah)
A Loyal Traitor (bamf and protective Merlin my beloved)
The Siren's Call
The One Where Arthur Finds Out Exactly Why Merlin is Such a Bad Manservant
gewendan (old Merlin torments poor student)
Desire (touch-starved Arthur asking for a hug TT)
The Worst Wizard (very adorable...)
and that's it for now, have a nice reading!
(pls send me your fav fics i eat them instead of food, thank you)
we gotta get back to torrent distribution, i just watched someone eat eight grand in bandwidth charges because they ran a direct-download piracy site with local file hosting through cloudflare. torrents were invented literally for this exact reason
i have a file or folder on my pc that i want to share with other people. let's call it gayshit.mp3
unfortunately gayshit.mp3 is 750mb and im not paying for discord nitro so i need another way to send it
i put it into qbittorrent and it makes a torrent file. this is essentially a very small file that points to gayshit.mp3 so other computers can find it. kinda like a treasure map
i send this tiny file to my friend, who loads it into qbittorrent. their computer takes a moment to find mine over the vast expanse of cyberspace and then (as long as my pc is running and the file is still where it should be), it gets copied from my hard drive to theirs
this is the cool part: if somebody else loads that tiny file, they can download it from both of us. if i'm offline but my friend is on, the third person can still get it. this also means that if two people have separate halves of the file, they can download the other half from each other. as long as some combination of people have the pieces between them, they can all have the whole thing.
crucially this does not require a server!!! you can just upload the file to a few people and as long as they keep it, it's still accessible. as long as somebody, somewhere is still connected, it's available forever. the only way it goes away is if everybody disconnects from it.
Let's not forget the racism.☝️One of the people who reblogged that post you screenshoted was like "And people will say Leo's flaws are a result of stereotypical writing. Men being sexist isn't a stereotype, silly." Like maybe think. For two seconds. About why Leo's writing is stereotypical for him specifically. It's called racism. Do I have to say it slowly? And while we're on that note, Will was immediately popular after BOO just by virtue of being white and queer. Solangelo was massively popular before we knew anything about that guy. It was carried by the color scheme, his whiteness, and the preference for m/m in fandoms. (Let's not even go into the homophobic mischaracterization and shrinking of Nico's character in fanon for the sake of fetishizing and self-inserting on him.) Then AND NOW the attention and content for Will greatly outsizes how much is given to literal main characters! Especially Hazel and Frank! Heck, the entire Kane Chronicles series is less popular than him. People are more obsessed with a hypothetical backstory that they invented for Will. And his pushinesss and ableism ARE different than Leo's behavior actually, because Will is a healer. Leo's unwanted flirting isn't good, but Will actually physically overrides Nico's free will.
Anon, standing ovation from me. You're spot on. Indeed, Leo's writing is based on the flirty latin man stereotype, which is very different from why Will was written the way he was. As a woman of color myself, it's weird how much this fandom overlooks.
You are absolutely right on all counts - and I'd like to highlight your points about how his backstory is largely hypothetical, and the homophobic fetishisation of Nico. Nothing more to add. Thanks for your insight.
For my sanity, I like to think of HoO and beyond as an MCU type alternate timeline. Sometimes, I will imagine original Nico meeting this other Nico and genuinely hating him for being whatever the hell he turned out to be. Like, I imagine he hears Will hit on some chick and this other version of himself is like “Hehe, stop it with the bisexual chaos!!” and he genuinely cusses them both out and refuses to interact with them ever again out of sheer irritation and embarrassment. Real Nico would never allow himself to be disrespected like that. He literally ran away from camp because, and quote, “the dead are the only ones who respect me.”
But of course Rick says it’s because he was in the closet and not because he was rejected.
This reminds me of one of the best book reviews I've ever seen, that said something along the lines of "og Nico would beat up tsats Nico in a dark alley".
(AKA there’s a reason circus performers usually prefer silks)
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I think it's so funny how we bred JOBS into dogs. I have two shih tzus and they were bred to be lap dogs. All they care about is looking cute and cuddling with people. Meanwhile my grandma has a border collie and that dog needs to feel so useful all the time, he acts like he will pass away if he doesn't have a job to do constantly
On one hand this is extremely fucking funny, but on the other hand, it really boggles my mind how many people punish their dogs for just… doing the thing they were bred to do.
Your husky isn’t “hyperactive”, it’s bred to pull sleds for 8 hours straight and you have it in a 400 sq ft yard.
Your English sheepdog isn’t “pushy”, it’s bred to herd sheep, and you have neither to space nor the herd to allow it.
Your terrier isn’t “nippy”, it’s bred to kill rats and your hamster looks a hell of a lot like one.
Your Catahoula isn’t “mean to animals”, it’s bred to hunt any and all animals smaller than it, and you didn’t acclimate it to your cat.
Your Lhasa Apso isn’t “yappy”, it’s bred to bark at any tiny noise and alert watchmen to intruders
Like Jesus Christ, if you can’t provide an environment where your dog can’t fulfill its literal life purpose, maybe?? Don’t get that dog??? And if you do, maybe know the breed characteristics so you can redirect those traits into more constructive outlets????
Both your most common doodle's parts (labra and golden) want to hunt and retrieve water birds so the best suggestion I can give y'all is congratulations on your new duck hunting hobby.
Any time someone sees Herschel and says "AWWW I want a Corgi <3" (because he is Very Cute (TM)), I immediately reply:
"Do not get a Corgi unless you have a job for it to do. They were bred to bully livestock across the hills of Wales. This is basically a Border Collie that knows he is cute enough to get away with murder. If you get one and it doesn't have a job, it will apply its livestock-bullying instincts to YOU. Herschel's job specifically is to help manage my crippling ADHD, because I don't have a bull for him to micromanage."
This gets me odd looks at the home depot but it does get the point across.
i wrote this webpage that walks u thru looking after yourself when you know a thought is making you spiral. deployed it publicly bc i wanted it on mobile and i thought other people might like it too
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Could he hypothetically bring about the second coming of Jesus Christ. How would he feel about that idea from a Young Catholic Gay Boy standpoint. Talk about having a complicated relationship with your religion, a 30+ year old Nico Di Angelo could ask the actual ghost of Jesus Christ his opinions on gay people and then kiss him on the mouth.
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