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This seems like it might be a good time to repost my research about obscenity laws in the United States https://buttons-beads-lace.tumblr.com/post/184861099686/not-all-illegal-things-have-to-be-as-bad-as-each, what exactly is illegal, what the justification behind those laws is, and what happens when people get arrested under them. It’s a long post and I didn’t even put in everything I found, so if you want the tl;dr version or have a specific question, I’m very willing to answer questions. (Your picture was not posted)

chapter update: dusty corridors

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Welcome to B’s Coping Corner, here is a lengthy chapter update with a lot of crunchy emotional shit to chew on.

Keira gets a nap, tho. And they do talk! Heh heh.

But the exciting thing is that I finally had a bit of a breakthru yesterday and I think I know how this story ends so that’s super-hopeful and I’m delighted.

chapter what is this? six? on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28276716/chapters/70395030

“Well, no,” Aiden said, “of course not.” He gave Keira a surprisingly winning grin, a little rakish and almost flirty. Oh, he was definitely going to kill her. She smiled back.

“Oh?” She bit her lip, raising her eyebrows flirtatiously, and swallowed down her terror. “What’s this about, then?”

His eyes narrowed, his eyebrows drawing down a little. “Here’s the thing,” he said, face screwed up in confusion, “I’m used to people being afraid of me, but I have watched you make lightning with your hands, and I cannot for the life of me figure out what’s got you so terrified right now.” He took a half-step back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Did you run the whole way here? What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” she said brightly. “It’s fine.” Fuck, and now he’d be angry– it was a funny thing, how if you were afraid of a man it was your problem, and if he noticed that you were afraid of him it was your problem, and sometimes he’d get so angry that you dared think he’d hurt you that he’d hurt you for it.

Oh, Keira had been a mage for a long time, had certainly had power a long time, but it hadn’t been her entire life, and even as a mage, she didn’t always have access to enough power to make it not her problem.

If she just turned and ran– well, then the jig was up, if you show fear they always pounce on it, if you run they pursue, and this man had nearly a foot of height on her and most of it was leg. Even if he weren’t a Witcher he’d have no problem catching her in open terrain like that and then she was done. (Your picture was not posted)

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I can’t stress to you how fucking important it is to tell your child you’re proud of them TO THEIR FACE. Don’t fucking wait until the moment they go into hysterics. Don’t wait until they tell you that they don’t think you’re proud of them. FUCKING TELL THEM EVERY DAY. Even if it’s something you don’t understand, and they’re BEAMING, you fucking tell that child you’re proud of them. Don’t wait until it’s too late.

It makes me sad that 2k of you relate to this. I’M PROUD OF YOU OK. I’M PROUD OF ALL OF YOU AND I LOVE YOU.

Slight derailing maybe but I started doing this with my adult friends as well. You gift-wrapped my present like this? Well, you did a great job, I’m proud of you! You finally did the dishes after procrastinating on it for a few days? Amazing job, friend, look at you be productive! You did the Thing you were dreading so much? I’m so proud I’m about to start a fanclub for you.

My friends say it to me sometimes as well and it’s the best feeling.

At work my coworker and I started saying to one another, completely sarcastically and insincerely, “You’re doing a great job!” and it passed into being kind of a meme, a running joke, and yet– and yet– every time we say it, we feel better. It’s uncanny that it works so well even when we’re kidding.

Because, I mean, are we kidding? We’re both doing our best!

“You’re doing a great job,” I say, poking my head in the door.

“You’re doing a great job,” he says back, and I go and sit at my desk with a weird little glow in my chest.

(Relatedly we discovered that you can go to google translate and type “you’re doing a great job” into the box and then pick a language other than English in the drop-down and press the little sound button to have it pronounced for you and the machine voice will pronounce it according to the phonetic rules of whatever language you’ve picked and it is good for one (1) bout of screaming hysterics per week, because it is in fact very funny.) (Your picture was not posted)