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There IS a kudos button for each chapter.

It's this wild little thing called 'leaving a comment' and trust me, the author appreciates them a hell of a lot more than digital hearts.

i wish ao3 allowed people to give kudos per each chapter. These 100k word NOVELS need more love than 200 tiny digital hearts ☹️

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legit so annoyed about the way the corporate media wants to paint those women waiting outside the court as crazy and as only being there because Luigi is hot. I looked up pictures of them outside the court and they all held signs and were there to send a message: "health over wealth", "denial of medical care = violence", "murder for profit = terrorism", "the United States healthcare stole my livelihood", "insurance lobbyists line politicians' pockets", "healthcare reform NOW". Yeah, they're there because he's hot for sure. Also, there were a lot of men as well but hey, that's not helping the narrative right?

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➡️ Content warnings on fiction are a courtesy. 

➡️ Not every medium of fiction and storytelling has or is expected to have content warnings or extensive tagging.

➡️ Print novels do not traditionally warn for content in any way.

➡️ Until AO3 came along, fanfiction did not traditionally warn for content in any significant way.

➡️ An author is only obligated to warn for content to the degree mandated by the format they publish their fiction on.

➡️ Content warnings beyond the minimum are a courtesy, not an obligation.

➡️ ‘Creator chose not to warn’ is a valid tag that authors are allowed to use on AO3. It means there could be anything in there and you have accepted the risk. ‘May contain peanuts!’

➡️ Writers are allowed to use ‘Creator chose not to warn’ for any reason, including to maintain surprise and avoid spoilers.

➡️ ‘Creator chose not to warn’ is not the same thing as ‘no archive warnings apply’.

➡️ It is your responsibility to protect yourself and close a book, or hit the back button if you find something in fiction that you’re reading that upsets you.

➡️ You are responsible for protecting yourself from fiction that causes you discomfort.

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It’s Christmas Eve and Joyce works the closing shift at Melvald, because Margret’s knee has gotten really bad and according to Jonathan, she can’t ever stop caring - which doesn't sound too bad to her.

Only a few minutes left, the rush of costumers getting the last minute groceries they forgot about already gone. Soon she can get home and finish wrapping the gifts she got for the kids. Maybe she'll bake a bunch of cookies, too. Vanilla butter sugar, she's thinking.

The noise of a glass breaking disturbs her train of thought. She hears a muffled curse. She sighs and walks to the aisle.

A bunch of shards and sad looking pickles lie on the floor.

"Sorry, Ma'am," Billy Hargrove says to her, all smile and flirt. As if he's not her son's age, but about to ask her out.

"Oh, sweetheart, this happens. Don't worry about it." She already brought the dustpan and a mop with her.

"What do you want for it?" He isn't talking about money. His crooked grin waivers a little. A shiver runs down her spine, because the expression seems well rehearsed - and it's utterly fake. She doesn't want to think about why a kid like Billy behaves like that.

She tries to school her expression. "You're alright, it's just a glass of pickles."

Relief flashes across Billy's face. "Thanks," he says, sounding almost unsure. Like he's expecting a trap. It makes her chest tighten.

"I'll get goin'." He's holding himself stiffly, favoring his left side.

Joyce squints her eyes. She should let it go. "Take another glass then."

Billy's eyes dart from her to the pickles and back. He grabs the smallest glass. "I..." He clears his throat. "I can't pay for it."

She aches. The kid isn't getting groceries for Christmas, looking lonelier each second they're standing under the flickering lights. She wonders if there's something hidden his pockets, too, but decides not to ask.

"Just take it." She smiles encouraging, ignoring her sinking stomach.

He doesn't look at her, but cups the jar carefully. Like it's precious.

"Thanks, Ma'am."

"It's Joyce." She grabs the mop tighter, because she's considering to hug him and doesn't want him to get that weird smile again.

"Joyce," he repeats. "Merry Christmas, Joyce."

He's opening the door, the bell chiming, when she can't hold it back anymore.

"Wait!"

Billy freezes, knuckles around the jar whitening.

"Do you have a place to go to?" She fears she knows the answer already, so she doesn't give him time to lie. "Because I'm making cookies and there's always too many and Will has this thing about not liking ginger bread, but Jonathan loves it, so I'm-"

"What?" Billy looks confused and so fucking young. Joyce wonders when the last time was he had anybody care.

"You can spend Christmas with us," she offers. "It's freezing outside-"

His face closes off. "I got a place to go to."

Billy obviously doesn't.

"A friend's place?" she asks gently, thinking of all the times in her life a "place" used to be a backyard, a car, someone's garage. "A house?"

Billy chews on the inside of his cheek. Joyce tries to be patient.

"Who the fuck doesn't like ginger bread?" he asks after a while.

"Everybody's different," she shrugs, trying to fight her grin and failing. "It's okay."

Billy stares at her like he can't figure her out. She's used to it. People don't get her all the time.

"Okay," he echoes carefully. "Okay," he repeats and nods at her.

Tension bleeds out of her. She couldn't stand the thought of the kid being alone and cold somewhere.

"Let me just close the store and we can get goin'."

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"save me, substance abuse!" i cry. before you can moralize to me about the dangers of addiction, a noble and powerful steed gallops into the room - my horse whom i have named "substance abuse". you learn an important lesson about making assumptions. i snort a line off its back

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The funniest thing about any fandom is watching a bunch of people try to convince themselves that their skinny white male blorbo has a dumptruck ass.

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me watching 'gratuitous' sex and violence and ''problematic representation'' in my shows and movies made for adults

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Okay, but can we extend that? Because I've been seeing a lot of people around town getting real nasty about some of these: Are you normal about trans guys who are fine with and enjoy vaginal sex? Are you normal about trans girls who like to top? Are you normal about trans people who don't experience body dysmorphia because they don't owe you that for you to accept them as trans? Are you normal about not treating trans experiences as a monolith? Are you fucking normal about trans people???

Screw terfs n all but are you normal about transgirls who don't want to medically transition? Are you normal about transguys with boobs who don't wear binders? Are you normal about the trans people who only want to socially transition because that's what's right for them? Are you normal about the transgirls with beards? Are you normal about the transguys who love their curves? Screw terfs, but are you normal about trans people?

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a comic about fix-it fanfics

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Readers, make sure you have all your favourite Ao3 fics downloaded.

Writers, make sure you have copies of all the fics you have posted on Ao3.

I don’t want to be alarming, but things could get really bad really fast. OTW shared this today on Twitter, and I'm a bit worried about it 😅

Ao3 is a non-profit organisation. If they have to start paying taxes, I have no idea what will happen.

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I cannot overstate how much I thought this was a joke. I'm a 33 year old woman and I've NEVER heard of this, how the fuck is that possible?

This won’t make your blog look ugly. How could you not reblog this? REBLOGGING THIS COULD SAVE A LIFE!!!

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I think they might be in ~~*~*~*love~*~*~*~

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steve helping billy stay warm~

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