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"Second sea" - a gouache painting

Best part of making this was showing it to my father who said "Sea!" with the most flabbergasted expression on his face. Like yeah dude ikr?? This rules!

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This is how I imagine Remus looked during his first full moon btw

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On the subject about parents needing to control their child's reading and invade their privacy in order to "protect" them from "inappropriate material:

Until I was in....college? At least? The vast, vast majority of the books I read were either a) assigned by my school or b) (the vast majority of my reading) provided to me by my mother.

My mom is a librarian. She filled our rooms with books, picked especially for us. She pointed out books on the shelves in our home library (separate from our bedroom shelves) that she thought we would like. She bought us books for birthdays, Christmas, and just stacks of recommendations. She once paid me $10 to read one of the Cirque Du Freak books because she said I needed "to be exposed to bad literature."

She respected my privacy in room, didn't go through my belongings. She explicitly pointed out to us that she wouldn't know if we took a particular book of the shelf, as long as we returned it, if we didn't want her to know we were reading it. She purposely brought us books that she didn't care for herself, because she thought we might find them valuable or enjoyable.

And if we wanted to read something she thought might upset or disturb us, she would explain why. She wouldn't stop us from reading it - just ask us to check in with her, to talk through it.

And so when I read something that upset or disturbed me, I would go to her. She would listen and talk through it with me.

If she said she didn't think I would like something, or that a book might disturb me, or that she thought I should wait until I was older, I listened to her.

She didn't need restrictions or control to protect me. Because she proved I could trust her.

Controlling kids is never about "protecting" them. It's just about control.

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Cute little bat celebrating Octoberfest

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16 bunnies

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Work time: 5 hrs

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reverse fake dating jegulus au—they are actually together but no one believes them

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My boy is 45

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Andrew was here… literally everywhere 👀

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swim - @wolfstarmicrofic - background jegulus - word count: 239

“Okay,” Sirius said slowly, frowning for a moment before his face relaxed. “Okay, I’ve got it.”

The three other boys in the dorm nodded eagerly, eyes trained on him. 

“Okay, first: my middle name is Orion–”

“Easy,” James scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Sirius stuck his tongue out. “Second. I can’t swim.”

Remus, Peter, and James all nodded. 

“And third,” he grinned evilly, “once when Wormy and Prongs were out, Remus and I stole some of Pete’s firewhiskey, got a bit drunk, and hooked up on James’s bed. And we didn’t tell him because, y’know, it was before we’d told you both about us.”

Both Peter and James laughed, unaware of Remus’s bright-red cheeks. “Obviously that’s the lie,” Peter said, rolling his eyes. “You’re supposed to make it difficult, Pads. We all know your middle name, and that you can’t swim.”

But James was frowning. “Wait…I taught you how to swim, this past summer! It’s Regulus who still can’t swim because he’s too scared!”

The following silence was awkward.

“It seemed like the best way to tell you,” Sirius shrugged, smiling guiltily. 

James looked furious. “What the–?”

But before he could get too upset, Peter interrupted, looking confused. “Wait,” he said, blinking. “How d’you know anything about Regulus, Prongs?”

This time, the silence was weighty.

James squeezed his lips tight together and gave a terrified look to Sirius, who was slowly realizing with horror what this meant. “Erm…we’re even, then?”

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I fought for my life for all nine hours of this piece and I about yeeted it into the abyss at least twice.

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I fought for my life for all nine hours of this piece and I about yeeted it into the abyss at least twice.

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Sweet boy’s summer

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