#dillema after dilemma

[virtue1nvain]

I have two people alseep in the livingroom near me rn and ones a super heavy sleeper and the other ones super light sleeper. Im thristy. I wneda drink. I need... i want drink.... but people slumber....... i dont want to wake but im dehydrated..... i have going to shrivel and die soon... i need liquids..........

[bumblingbabooshka]

Strong choice for the Voyager writers to make TNG-Q a misogynistic creep. It didn’t pay off at all and actively made me hate his character but hey, it was strong.

[peachshadows]

"sd!Wukong has always planned to retire sooner or later (and just dump his role to one of his sworn brothers) and just live his life with Macaque on ffm for the rest of eternity."

After long grueling years of azure finally being convince to overthrow wukong for the good of the world, of having to handle the heartbreak and moral dillemas of going against the love of his life, just a day before the coup actually happens wukong just gives him the crown. Azure shell-shocked on the throne while wukong running to tell macaque he'll never leave again

Azure, who has been working on his plan to overthrow Wukong for centuries now, going through a lot of heartbreak and moral dilemmas over this plan: are you FUCKING kidding me????

Wukong: I'm serious you can have the throne. I'll just live out my domestic life now with my husband

Azure:

[tojad-lisi]

zam hasn't cut his hair since the start of dupe war. at first it was because he didn't have time to think about such trivial thing as his hair getting little longer than usual, but then the moral dilemmas begun occupying his mind. he was still making sure it looked kind of good tho, up until the team awesome break up.

after that his hair only started becoming messier and longer with every day, he was too stressed and paranoid all the time to even look in the mirror. first time he tried combing it was when he was helping subz at spawn and they were interacting a little. he got so embarrassed when he saw his reflection in the spawn river, but didn't really knew how to fix it.

then zam joined eclipse federation, subz helped him with taking care of his mess and teached him how to make braids. zam experimented a little with different styles before settling down with a simple long braid and bangs, still growing his hair. he really liked it actually, sometimes he'd even weave in some flowers.

and everything was fine! until new doubts and fears have sprung, causing new breakdowns and dillemas. zam still tried, tried so hard, doing everything he can to braid his hair everyday with the same passion and precision, but slowly it became visibly messier and messier again. on the day of the last meeting he couldn't even bring himself to braid it, his hands were too shaky and everything just felt weird.

but it was time for important decisions. zam was still a little hesitant when planet cut his hair, but he didn't stop them. he already made up his mind about everything and it was too late to change it.

[bks-blogs]

Fergus' Spider Challenge 🕷🕷🕷🦊🦊🦊

The creepy-crawly dillema had transpired while Fergus and his Canal Crew gang were rummaging through the trash bins in search for food.

Seems Fergus was not so lucky when he fell into the one that had a huge nest full of spiders in it. Big Fee and Sid panic as they warn Fergus to step out of the nest, but we've known Fergus well enough to know that he's a tad too stubborn as he just scoffs at the tiny little spider crawling on his foreleg. Little did the cunning little fox cub know that karma was about to him like a tidal wave... with spiders.

It looks like Mr. Spiders' relatives had decided to join! Of course, these spiders are harmless, but it appears to be striking a nerve on this tough-as-nails fox.

Fergus has got more spiders crawling on him now! Real, BIG, fat, spiders. And poor Fergus is still holding himself together! You can already see the sweat springing from the fox's head, and his whole body shiver in terror. These spiders don't seem to be hurting them though, so no big deal... right?

Yikes! Now there's actually poisonous spiders!? Oh my dog, Fergus!! Maybe you should ask Sid and Big Fee to help you! Don't just sit there and play tough! Those venomous spiders could inject their venom in you at any given moment!! You're still a kid for dog's sake!!😱😱😱

A Black Widow... that was the straw that broke the camel's back, or in this case, the fox's back. Fergus could not stand it anymore. Throwing his tough-guy exterior to the wind, Fergus scampers off to Dylan and Dolly's house, screaming his head off.

Oh, Fergus. If only you had listened to Sid and Big Fee's warnings about looking first before diving into a trash can. Luckily, Fergus was able to shake off the spiders during his panic-filled fit, though he's very likely traumatized soon after that whole dilemma!🤣🤣

Boy, this was such a fun sequence that my pet human, cutekoopa had done. Me and Cutekoopa always had an interest in seeing more of the show's characters and their personalities, especially Fergus and Hansel! If there's one thing 101 Dalmatian Street had got us craving for, it was for more character development for each individual character!

Speaking of which, this sequence was later adapted over as a follow-up in one of @chelledoggo's 101DS fanfics called "Group Hypnotherapy", for a chapter which me and Chelle collaborated on last year featuring our favorite foxy boi! Check it out for yourself: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35280880/chapters/88841692

[specksizedgoddess]

ever heard of the prisoner's dilemma? it goes something like this:

so i find you and another little cutie somewhere you shouldn't be. maybe looting my snack stash, maybe on the furniture you're not allowed to use, something like that

now, one of you had to have the idea. it wouldn't be fair to punish you both the same way, of course. so we'll get a nice simple solution.

i'll tie you both up and find something sharp to put up into you, and just ask you whose idea it was to touch my shit.

if you both take responsibility, no worries, i'll just eat both of you since you must both be guilty. if neither of you do, well then it's the same thing, but you're defending each other, so maybe i'll chew a bit more, really get all that flavor out

now, if only one of you confesses, i respect honesty, so i'll let them go. the other one, though? they wouldn't have told me, so clearly it's them who i should actually punish. maybe i'll crush them under my hoof nice and slowly, hearing each individual bone snap and crack under me as i grind it into the floor until they're a little smear of wet paste.

maybe before that i'll just tear their clothes away and use them as a nice tight, wet hole. the screaming's kinda hot, and the blood doesn't matter, since i'm just gonna kill them afterwards anyway! maybe i'll keep the innocent one around long enough to force them to lick what's left of their friend off my twitching, cum-stained cock. (unironically, i'm actually so hard thinking about this)

so that's the deal. what do you think, speck? think she'll sell you out to save herself? because she's trembling pretty hard. i'd-

oh, i thought it would take more than that to get her to spill her guts. damn.

oh, speck, did you really think i would let her leave? after she told me it was her idea? i just needed to trick you two into confessing. no, don't try that, it's too late to tell me it was you now, but i appreciate your efforts to save your friend. you did tell her how i was, after all. she really should have known.

go on, you can touch yourself to her screams. i know you wish it was you getting fucked open anyway...

gods, she felt good. you know, i did say i would let you leave, but... i just can't help myself, you know?

c'mere, cutie~

-🐴

WHFHEHRHW EHEQHDDWRWW MHMM >333333344433443

IM SOOSSOSF NORMAL MHMM GGOSH

I um. I have heard of the prisoners dillema... and I adore the idea of my roomate deciding to try it out for themselves-

Bugs shouldnt be crawling around, as simple as that!! Even ones who blush and moan and beg to be yours... they should still be punished....

Wincing as I hear her confess, worried for her safety- my own cock twitching as I watch.... staring as you use her nice and rough, not even a hope of survival- whimpering out moans as I tremble, hand gently stroking myself to her demise...:

If you hadnt offered, I would have... I would LEAP at the opportunity to lap up whats left of her... I want to be a good little thing for you.... moaning, desperate~ and so, so jealous of the red stain I used to call "friend"

Thats why my face LIGHTS UP when you tell me to get over- scrambling over, hard, exited, blushing~ so, so happy to be your little victim.....

GOD I need you to ruin me~

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Portal

Dannymay 12,021 HE

Moral Dillemas~

Danny sat in front of the swirling pool of ectoplasm that was the Fenton Ghost Portal™, the lab illuminated by it alone in the middle of the night. Wulf had shown Danny how to make and close portals, had practiced with him for a couple of weeks until Danny could reliably do both without supervision. He had inadvertently given Danny a moral dilemma.

When Jazz had asked at dinner why their parents didn’t simply shut down the portal if they hated ghosts so much and hated the damage that fights between them caused around town, they had simply said that they couldn’t. It was unplugged when it turned on, and the capacitors that’d held the charge until it activated were constantly powered on by the siphoned-off energy generated by the portal, that power used continuously to keep the portal stable. If they could, they would, but they couldn’t. Danny could now.

Danny could close any portal he’d opened, could cut off every ghost from the Earth and every living human from the Infinite Realms until they died. He could protect every ghost from every hunter, and every innocent human from every malevolent ghost by closing the only stable path between the worlds. Danny could leave every ghost whose Passion relied on returning to the Earth unable to fulfill their most basic need, falling into feral beasts chasing an unattainable obsession, and leave every human being who dreamed of finding their lost loved ones in the afterlife unable to even try, with no guarantee that they’d even become a ghost to search for them when they passed. Danny could do so many things with no more than the flick of his wrist, and if Clockwork had taught him anything it was that his hands could save or end countless lives.

After another half hour of sitting there thinking, Danny laid his hand on the surface of the portal.

[putschki1969]

Hello! Keiko has always been attracting attention with her beauty, girly outfits and slightly "flirty" behaviour. Yet she clearly wants to be judged on her vocal abilities, not appearance. She never crossed the line of bland fanservice, even though it's obvious that she could potentially benefit from it (male fans in particular). I wonder if she ever has a dillema whether to proactively use looks to her advantage or not. What do you think about the matter?

Hi there!

Hmmm, you say this as if it were a bad thing to use looks to your advantage or to provide fanservice. This kinda rubs me the wrong way. In my opinion, there is absolutely no shame in doing that (especially in an incredibly shallow environment such as the Japanese entertainment industry). A person can be appreciated for both their looks as well as their other qualities. Keiko has always been open about the fact that she is very appreciative of other women’s beauty and she is not at all judgemental regarding women who mainly rely on their good looks and sex appeal to get ahead in life. Let’s not forget, Keiko is a huge fan of beauty pageants, gravure modelling and beauty influencers on Instagram. And she chooses to appear on shows like TiARY TV which is hosted partially by former porn stars. She clearly believes that a woman’s worth is not diminished by showing her boobs to the public for entertainment purposes and I think that’s very admirable of her because she is absolutely right about that (even though many men and certain sub-groups of prudish and/or missguided feminists will try to tell you differently). As long as a woman has agency, she is free to do whatever the hell she wants and that includes using her body to her advantage. And it is okay for both males and females to have an appreciation for that.

So yeah, there is really no such thing as a “dilemma” here. I highly doubt Keiko has issues with using her beauty to her advantage and I don’t think she generally minds if people look at her and appreciate what an extraordinarily beautiful woman she is. It would be hypocritical of Keiko to condemn such thoughts considering she so often blatantly “reduces” woman to their physical appearances as well.

Physical appearance is very important to Keiko and even though I have been criticised for using this adjective in the past to describe her, I do think she is quite vain when it comes to her looks. She obviously knows that she is beautiful and takes a lot of pride in it. And she SHOULD! After all, she invests a ton of time, work and money in her appearance. While she definitely does not want to be reduced SOLELY to her physical charms (no one wants that I guess), she is certainly not afraid to flaunt her beauty and sex appeal occasionally. Take her recent nail and hair salon pics for example. From Keiko’s point of view they literally serve no other purpose than to provide fanservice. They are good PR for sure.

Currently though it is obviously not Keiko’s intention to monetise her good looks (nor does her agency seem to be interested in doing that) since all of her merch and bonus material is boring as f*ck. Keiko could easily release all kinds of merch with images of herself plastered all over it (and it would sell like hot cakes) but for the time-being she seems to be content producing very basic stuff so the main focus is in fact on her music. I think for her first few steps as a solo artist she has ensured that everyone will be judging her on her vocal abilities alone. She is not at all catering to the super shallow fans who are just there for her looks.

[jessakaldwin]

tlou2 feels like the triple a video games love letter to "more women prison guards" like. more lesbian leads in lovingly rendered gorefests from studios that think bioshock infinite is still the cutting edge of Video Game Moral Dilemmas!!!

hdhdgsgsh naughtydog thinks ellie exercised lesbian girl power by slaughtering hundreds with no character development !

in all seriousness, you’re totally right, the bioshock infinite parallel is strong... the issue isn’t that the game has moral dillemas or even just lets you do bad things, it’s that it belittles you for doing those things after railroading you into them. Or, in Infinite’s case, has nothing change for choosing “the good option.” it’s the illusion of choice. and, in both cases, it tries to slap some sort of message about free will or choice on top of it at the last minute.

games with actual, impactful “moral” messages are powerful because they actually *react* to your choices! that’s why we play games!! naughtydog Take Notes I Beg of You

(also i promise that i’m judging no one for playing/buying the game, just asking that we hold studios accountable and are allowed to enter into conversations about the ramifications of their design)

[scarheaded-ferret]

25 Days of Drarry: Day 9 ‘Fireplace’

For this one I kind of took a more magical path for the prompt so it’s not as christmas-y but stay with me 

***

Draco had never truly considered the importance of traveling by floo, until the day that all of the magical fireplaces in wizarding Britain stopped functioning properly.

People would floo to the Leaky Cauldron and end up in Fortescue’s. If you called your aunt in London you’d end up on the phone with a very pissed off Goblin in Gringotts. And occasionally one person would dump the powder in the flames, state their destination, and end up walking right back into their own sitting room- or even worse, a muggle’s sitting room.

The ministry was in a flurry, the floo dillema causing many officials unable to get to work, as you couldn’t disapparate within a mile of the building after the second war. The Muggle Worthy Excuse Committee and the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes were both working up storms as a result.

The M.W.E.C. had gone to such extents to heal the alarming rate of wizards popping up in muggle fireplaces, that there were a sundry of muggle news reports about the current outbreak of “real life Santa Clauses” who came down people’s chimneys and then strangely disappeared.

The D.M.A.C was up to its neck in files and paperwork, around 20 floo-related incidents were occurring each weak, and the pressure to find a reason and way to stop them was increasing after each incident.

Draco, after reading of it in the papers, was unaltered by the magical accidents. They must happen to wizard’s with glitches in their magical fields, and he was fine, so surely it would never happen for him, he assured himself. He readied to make the floo into Hogsmeade- he wanted to stay the night there to get some grades done- threw the powder in, opened his mouth to speak, and just as the first syllable came out, Harry Potter tumbled right on top of him.

***

Harry was in a hurry, he had promised to be at Molly’s by five to help set up the house for Sunday night’s dinner- after receiving some scolding for not showing up to the last one. In his defense he had had nearly seven large stacks of tests to grade, but his excuse didn’t save him from Molly’s wrath. Also it was nearly two weeks until Christmas- meaning the house would be full of shopping lists, half-knitted sweaters, and a stressed clan of Weasleys.

He had been in such a hurry to arrive on time, hastily throwing on his clothes after a much needed- but time constricting nap, and racing to the floo. His mind had been so occupied, that he had forgotten the prime subject of all wizarding- and some muggle newspapers.

Which is why he had been so shocked when he entered his own floo and fell out of a fireplace that definitely wasn’t the Weasley’s. The Transfiguration professor looked up at him with an angry snarl, and Harry let out an embarrassing yelp before leaping off of him. Draco stood and brushed small specks of floo powder off of himself, still managing an albeit terrifying glare on his face.

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed harshly before speaking.

“I honestly shouldn’t be too surprised,” he said, irritation evident in his tone.

“Shit, I forgot about the floo-mess ups,” Harry said, rubbing his hand down his face, “Oh fuck, I have to go-” Harry started towards the fireplace once more, but Draco stopped him.

“No- I won’t have this happen again, you’re disapparating,” Draco told him and Harry huffed.

“Molly hates it when someone apparates into the house,” he muttered, “Got a spare broomstick here perchance?” Harry asked, chuckling at Draco’s deadpan.

“Potter, take my arm,” Harry looked at him like he just suggested they rollerblade to the Weasleys.

“Sorry, what?” Harry asked, shaking his head slightly as though he hadn’t heard Draco correctly.

“Bloody- take my arm you knob,” Draco spat and Harry sighed harshly. “The Burrow?” Draco asked. Harry nodded and held one hand onto Draco’s forearm, letting the familiar pull of disapparation transport them.

***

They landed on a dirt path, lightly dusted with snow. Harry turned to him suddenly, he felt the need to repay Draco for apparating him as well as not murdering him for floo-ing right into him.

“You- er, wanna come inside a bit?” He asked tentatively. Draco raised a brow.

“You’re really inviting me- into the Weasley’s?” Draco asked incredulously. Harry shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets awkwardly.

“Why not,” Harry replied, and Draco made an internal sigh- he could grade exams later, the soft way Harry was looking at him was more demanding of his attention.

“I suppose so, then,” Draco answered curtly, ignoring the small look of surprise on Harry’s face as they continued on the path.

***

Draco hadn’t expected to be greeted as warmly as he was when the front door to the Burrow swung open, yet he couldn’t put it past Molly Weasley, whose warm exterior greeted him with a large hug.

She had beamed at him, ushering them both in with words of “Victoire says you’re one of her favourite teachers, Draco,” and “Why haven’t you been over before now?”

Harry had snorted at Draco’s apprehensive look at the loud and full house. Draco glared and stepped on his food as they walked into the living room, smirking when Harry cursed behind him. The couches were filled with Weasleys. Weasley- well, Ron Weasley’s mouth had gaped so widely in shock at the sight of him, that a chocolate frog could’ve made home there.

“You’ve gone mad?” Draco heard him whisper vehemently to Harry, apparently oblivious to the fact that Draco was barely two feet from them. Harry whispered something back, which caused Weasley to groan and sink back into the couch cushion.

“Tea, dear?” Molly Weasley suddenly beamed up at him from a tray of more tea cups than he expected one to be able to hold.

“Yes, thank you very much,” He said politely, taking one cup from the edge of the tray. He glanced around for somewhere to sit and ignored the blush that resinated when Harry scooted over on one couch to make room for him. He adjusted himself, trying to put as much distance between Harry and himself- but that still left his entire left calf pressed up along Harry’s right.

He sipped his tea and winced- far too bitter for his liking. He glanced around for sugar, his eyes widening when they halted at the sugar bowl that Harry held out for him wordlessly. He nodded a thanks and spooned the right amount in, still ignoring the ever growing heat on his face.

“I can’t believe the floo’s are still down, it’s a bloody nightmare,” Ron said. Draco’s eyes averted to the fireplace, which was now roaring with red and non-magical flames. The source of the problem must’ve come from something unaffected by the victim’s magic- as Harry Potter- the most powerful wizard since Merlin- had managed to become another victim of the incident as well. So if it wasn’t the wizard or witch themselves- and it couldn’t be the flame as it was only manipulated by the magic- thus not having any power itself- then it had to be-

“The powder,” Draco mumbled and everyone stopped their chatter to glance at him. Draco lifted his chin slightly, the heat so prominent now on his face that he could probably blend into a Gryffindor tapestry.

“What was that, Draco?” Harry asked from beside him, orange and red hues from the fire were reflecting in his eyes, making them seem more hazel then- stop. He commanded himself. Draco cleared his throat and continued.

“It must be the powder that’s causing everything- the ministry thought it was the wizard themself- but you proved it wrong,” Draco said. “I think people have been too focused on the wizards and the magic used in the floo powder, rather than the powder itself- perhaps a sort of- potions’ error, if you will,” Draco finished, he awkwardly realized that he had been waving his hands around like a fool, so he returned them to his lap.

“That’s brilliant,” The one with the dragons, Charlie, said. Draco muttered a surprised yet kind thank you. Draco turned to find Harry looking at him in that strange way again. Draco raised a brow and Harry seemed to snap out of whatever daze he had fallen into. He smiled at Draco in a way that made his heart beat faster than he wished it to. Draco smiled back.

Several more hours were spent talking of the floo-dilemma, how Victoire and Teddy were doing in school, and surprisingly- Draco’s mother. He found himself growing quite tired, the warmth of the fireplace, and the slight haze that took over him once they switched from tea to spiked eggnog, all taking their toll on his mind. By now all that was left were he, Harry, Ron, Charlie, Ginny and George. Draco decided that maybe a rest would be alright, no one would notice, so he let his head drop to the side. Harry’s shoulder was very warm, his sweater was very soft and he smelled like pine trees for some reason. Maybe he could even take a nap, and just close his eyes for a moment, that’s all.

***

Harry’s eyes widened when he felt Draco’s head on his shoulder. He turned his own to find himself in a nosefull of soft blonde hair. He chuckled lightly at the sight and unthinkingly draped his arm around the man. Someone choked and Harry looked up to find Ron with eggnog dripping down his chin, eyes wide as dinner plates, Ginny and George who were laughing, and Charlie who looked very amused. Harry blushed deeply and shrugged.

“Are- you’re not- together?” Ron asked exasperatedly.

“No- I don’t think so, I dunno,” Harry replied weakly. Ron huffed a relieved sigh, and Harry focused his attention on the softness of Draco’s winter sweater underneath his fingers. The room grew quiet, and Charlie went up to bed. Ginny was still laughing quietly as she dragged an equally hysterical George upstairs. Ron glanced inquisitively at Harry and Draco.

“Don’t do anything on the couch,” He mumbled before he went up as well. Harry’s blush deepened, and he was thankful that now there was no one to see it. The fireplace continued to burn brightly, and Harry sighed into the comfort of it all. The floo and fireplace ordeal wasn’t really the greatest part of his holidays, but if it landed Draco in his arms as he is now- well, Harry wouldn’t really object.

[kael-ism]

Journal IV: The Dilemma Under the Iceberg

LAWRENCE KOHLBERG is a controversial Jewish-American psychologist, educator, and theorist known for developing Moral Development Theory, which has received widespread criticism from experts in the field of psychology.

               Sir Kohlberg conducted a study on male children aged 16 and under prior to developing the theory. Furthermore, these people are presented with a hypothetical situation and question, from which each participant must draw their individualistic conclusions.

              The situation is termed as the "Heinz Dillema"—Heinz's wife has cancer and is on the verge of death, and the drug to cure her is expensive that he borrowed funds to cover for it, but he only got a fraction of what he needed. He begged the pharmacist to sell it at a discounted cost, which the pharmacist refused; thus, his desperation drove him to break into the pharmacy and steal the drugs.

              According to Kohlberg, this moral development theory is divided into three sections with a total of six stages. Besides which, the study's objective is to assess how a child justifies its actions in the specified dilemma, and to demonstrate that moral logic is at the core of maintaining justice.

              The first division which is (1) the pre-conventionality is divided into two stages. This phase includes children aged 4 to 10, whose movements are motivated by obedience to the authorities. The concept of morality is not entirely grasped as the the adults' standards in terms of moral codes are accordingly instilled in these young children.

              Furthermore, stage one is defined as (1.1) obedience and punishment orientation, in which children are encouraged to abide by the rules in place to evade punishments. And the severity of the punishment is directly proportional to how bad the action is perceived to be. The following stage is (1.2) individualism and exchange, in which the children value differences in people's points of view—humans are created with a unique will and identity based on their interests and beliefs. Aside from that, the second stage focuses on the incentives for work. They are not motivated by honing the social relationships through interaction, but rather by prioritizing the personal advantages on certain circumstances. 

For an instance, when Kael was still consumed by childish desires, he would ask his mother or father to return the favor after they requested something from him. And he would throw  a tantrum the moment his condition is declined—nothing matters at that point except comforting his whims.

              The (2) conventional, on the other hand, occurs between the ages of 10 and 13 years old. They are no longer in oblivion and begin to follow social norms and customs that they have internalized through specific adult role models. In pursuit of societal order and healthy connections, children's sense of justice is highly dependent on the social conventions of the group to which they belong.

              Under this moral development division, there is (2.1) interpersonal and conformity stage, also recognized as good boy, good girl orientation, in which a child has initiated the desire to be accepted and pursues only goodness in order to minimize people's disapproval.

Kael, on the other hand, had no recollection of being such because he is a black sheep in nature, and as a result, his parents simply gave up on guiding him at a young age to let him do what he wanted.

              Nevertheless, the stage of (2.2) authority and social order, in which the laws and social orders are absolute, reigns over the society. Humans essentially respect what they should do by adhering to supreme norms and customs. In contrast to the recent stage, which depicts individual approval, the law-and-order orientation is primarily the dungeon of the majority of people in society, as their morality is heavily dictated by an outside force.

              And the final division, (3) post-conventional—at this stage, people seek to explore beyond convention and determine morality through abstract principles. Humans began to question the norms and to call for changes or elimination of some sort in the laws. Likewise, this is the stage of series realization in which the versatility of rights and ethics is demanded, rather than all-out conformity to the absolute rules and values decided by the majority of society. In other words, self-moral evaluation is what matters over social standards; however, only a few have attained such an abstract moral principle.

              The first stage of post-conventionality is the (3.1) social contract and individual rights, in which people attempt to explain behaviors through an abstract reasoning and are aware that specific rules are hindrance to employ an action.  The final stage is the (3.2) universal ethical principles, in which morality is related to personal values and motivated by self-conscience; ergo, laws are rejected in some perspectives.

              Sir Kohlberg's moral development theory has encountered a series of objections. For example, the study is dependent entirely on children, specifically those aged 16 and under; he then confronted these young minds with hypothetical questions and analyzed how they would justify their decision in a specific incident. No one, on the other hand, can reassure whether a child's justification is objective or subjective; he should consider a person's situational action as well as the nature of instincts, so that different decisions may transpire in comparison to the null answers.

To elaborate, Kael typically expresses his sympathy by advising his friends on what they should do in a particular scenario, where there is no guarantee of committing it because intimidation towards the people involved may play a role.

              Next, the theory is quite sexist in its attempt to generalize women's morality—the subjects are all male samples as a result of his conclusion that men's morality is based on principles of law and justice, while women's is based on compassion and care. A huge contradiction may arise because, as per Kael, the relevance of the gender debate in psychology should not be omitted because it can trigger an impact on the study.

              Nonetheless, cultural bias is depicted throughout the process, in which each individual decides on their own to the point where collectivist culture is ignored.

              But first, what are the individualist and collectivist cultures? The individualist culture shames themselves when they rely on someone because they value independence so much, and they want to stand out and appear unique; however, the collectivist culture is the polar opposite, as they are inclined to society and believe that working together to achieve a common objective is necessary.

              The other criticism, on the other hand, is that it equates reasoning with behavior, when knowing what to do and actually doing it do not equate at all. 

For example, Kael had a classmate who openly shared that he was tempted to peek over Kael's paper because his initial reasoning was to pass the exam and provided his current situation, he would not be able to do so; however, his moral reasoning did not reenact because within him, he still acknowledges what moral behaviors are.

              On the negative side, this criticism can also be applied to online classes, where parents' sentiment was to honor their children because it was their long-held wish for them. Considering their ages and the fact that they are supposed to be guiding their sons and daughters towards the light, their insanity and ambitious preferences tainted their morality. After all, if their goal is for the child to have a good grade—to be an outstanding student, they are not doing it, they are not teaching their child to act like an honor because they are creating a huge slacker in society.

"Again, it is not because you think it as right, it is the right thing to do." Kael whispered nonchalantly.

              Now, proceeding to the last criticism which is the overemphasis on justice in the moral development theory. The theory exhibited much consideration in the process of decision making in absolute justice, equality, impartiality, and human rights; notwithstanding, compassion and interpersonal feelings are neglected in the stated mechanism.

              There was a scene in the Netflix series The Good Doctor where Doctor Murphy noticed the hospital janitor's frequent belching. Thus, he informed Doctor Melendez of his conclusion about this man's pancreatic cancer and the need for a series of tests. Further to that, Doctor Murthy is not mistaken in his diagnosis and immediately persuades the janitor to attend a surgery which was initially declined, but Doctor Murphy specifically stated "... having the surgery could kill you, but not having the surgery will kill you." As a result, the janitor had no other option because his death was inevitable.

              Unfortunately, he died, and his family was unable to accept it; they blamed each other for their father's demise. Until Doctor Murphy intervened and told them that it was the janitor's resolve and that he has no regrets for attempting to survive. The janitor, on the other hand, said nothing such as that, and Doctor Murphy justified himself to his colleague by saying, "When the truth can't help someone, we should lie."

              Was it right for Paul's children to discover the truth? Yes, it is their right; even so, is hurting each other worth that much over someone who will never be able to return? No, and Doctor Murphy did not want that to happen; he appears to care because he was one of the few who accompanied the janitor before dying.

              What was implied here is that excessive adherence to norms and taboos may not always rationalize an uncertainty that a person is developing as a human, as established by Kohlberg. He neglected to anticipate the existence of white lies, which consist of affectionate sentiments in order to correlate with the situation. And this will always transpire, no matter how much he ignores it.

              Sir Lawrence Kohlberg is already a well-known figure; he demonstrated to the world how morality is created within humanity.

              "Well, what, in your opinion, is the true definition of morality in life?"

[askacambridgestudent]

Huge dilemma on wether I should apply to Cambridge or Oxford for Law. How did you decide. I was in love with Cambridge but Oxford has some advantages for me: As I am studying Law, Ox. requires to sit the LNAT (other universities I am applying require me to sit it as well) and takes more law applicants per year then Cambridge. But I am still in love with Cambridge since the city is amazing and the university itself is gorgeous. I had already planned going to Jesus and now I am facing this dillema

I would say that if you love Cambridge more than Oxford and you like the courses the same amount, go for Cambridge (provided the only thing putting you off is the idea of taking an extra test). In the greater scheme of things, one extra test is not going to put that much extra work on your plate for the application, and if you should do poorly on one of the tests, it would be a good idea to have multiple tests so that one bad score doesn’t affect all your unis. Law friend says that the Cambridge Law Test is looking for how you write an essay and examining the way in which you form an argument, which you have to do for the second half of the LNAT anyway. From what you’ve said, I think you would likely regret not picking Cambridge if you really like it more than Oxford, after all, if you get in it’s the place you’ll be living for three years.

[complecatedfellow]

Let’s starve ourselves to death people!!

Let's starve ourselves to death my anorexic friends and do t with a smile on our faces! Personally i am a monster of self control, and i have always been a master of discipline and order! But to be honest you dont even need all that to complete your goals! You just need to not care about what other toxiv people think about you! You just need trickery and smartness to lie and make others feel like you are eating! But still when all of these doesnt work, all you need is the courage to say these words to everybody's face! "Fuck you right up in the ass!Not eating is my decision and your shitty motivatonal words for being healthy and shit mean nothing to me, coming from a person who smokes eats like a pig and drinks bad stuff all day long!You have no right in telling me what to do, and how to live my life cause you are just as bad or worse as i am!I at least do not spend so much money, dont eat so many animals and I am not an extra weight on the planet!I dont need more clothes all the time and i dont suffer from diabetes, any other heart disease and i feel perfect!So go eat your pudding and leave me be you fucking retard!" So next time you are in front of the dilemma what am i going to eat for breakfast,EAT NOTHING! Cause that is what your body trully means by that dillema!It's not that you dont know what to eat, cause if you were trully hungry you would eat anything!But you just feel like you have to eat because they have told you that eating breakfast is necessary or eating lunch is obligatory! Well watch me break those rules and live after it a perfect life! You stupid bitches!I dont need your stupid rules to survive!I make my own rules! OH and remember Myrto!You dont have to eat at lunch!I know your mother will feel bad, or she will feel sad, but if you dont want to!You just dont do it! Is it lunch time and they are all eating their big plates full of fat and cholesterol?!It is totally okay to eat two bites of yours and leave the rest for the trash!You dont know maye someone will find your plate and thank you for throwing your food cause that made their lunch for the day!Dont be selfish Myrto!Deny what you dont need!!!You dont needall thaat!!!

[sweetfantay]

Case to analyze: Read or watch “Heinz Dilemma” in https://www.simplypsychology.org/kohlberg.html

Analysis:

Since he don't have enough money to afford the said new drug that might save her wife and also the chemist don't want to lower the prize of the drug because he had discovered it and want to make some money from it, then he should because he had no choice and he already ask help from his family and friends but still don't have enough money and to steal the drug is the only way to save his wife from dying.

if heinz didnt love his wife then probably why should he steal that medicine if he may be in jail after. He has a choice to do everything to steal the medicine to save the life of his wife whatever it take and to show how much he loves his wife even if his life or not do anything and leave her wife dying because he doesnt love his wife at all. But it was a stranger he will not do it. Like what he did. He we will not stole the drugs. He just stole it because of his wife need that drugs. But if other needs that drug he will not stole the drugs.

The chemist is only doing his job. As a chemist, you need to spend a lot of time and money to make and discover a medicine. And also, it will never his fault that Heinsz cannot afford the medicine since the price of medicine is fixed and part of the operation of the hospital.

Heinz dillema belong to Post-Conventional Level were there is the effort to define the moral values and principles that have validity and application apart from the authority of groups or persons and the ability to see beyond laws and norms of society. The heinz dillema in Post-Conventional level belongs to stage 6 a self chosen principle were Decision here are made on conscience. As he wanted to stole the drug just to save his beloved wife, he doesn’t care anymore if he go to jail because he think if defying the law could his save his wife then his willingly and ready whatever happens.

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