Jan. 16th, 2021


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Fic: OVer Our Heads


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Title: Over Our Heads
Pairing: Miguel Alvarez/Ryan O'Reily
Rating: G
Prompt: Wish #01 - "Guess we both know we're in over our heads / We got nowhere to go and no home that's left / The water is rising on a river turning red / It all might be OK or we might be dead / If everything we've got is slipping away / I meant what I said when I said until my dying day / I'm holding on to you, holding onto me / Maybe it's all gone black but you're all I see / You're all I see" -- All I Need, Mat Kearney
Disclaimer: Oz characters are the property of Levinson / Fontana Company and HBO. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Returning to Oz leaves Miguel and Ryan searching for something. When it looks hopeless, they find that something in each other.
Notes: 1. Written for [personal profile] jalu2 at [personal profile] oz_magi 2020.
2. This song was written for a couple living through Hurricane Katrina and when I read the lyrics, I knew that this would fit them so well. So my Dear Recipient, I hope this is what you were looking for in a story. Merry Christmas!

Over Our Heads )

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[No Subject]


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Taken from [personal profile] luthien. Much like her, I'm procrastinating

NOOOOOO GOOGLING ALLOWED. Use your own brain power. Every answer must start with the first letter of your LAST name.

Wear - lingerie (although I've barely worn a bra since lockdown)
Drink - latte
Place – Lazio
Food - lasagna
Animal - lion
Girl Name - Luna
Boy Name - Leonard
Profession - lawyer (duh)
Describe Someone – loud (double duh)
Body Part – ligament

Jan. 14th, 2021


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Fic: Dreams and Nightmares


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One more that I forgot to post here.

Title: Dreams and Nightmares
Pairing: Harry/Sirius, Harry/Other
Word Count: 100
Summary: Harry knows he's going to hell.
Rating: R
Notes: Written for the New Year'S Eve Drabble Exchange at AO3
Disclaimer: No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.

Dreams and Nightmares  )

Jan. 12th, 2021

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we are so close. he is almost gone.

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I made this countdown four years ago, because I needed to have something to work toward, and to look forward to.

I don’t expect anyone to look back into my blog from four years ago, so I’ll just repaste the code here:

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Fic: First Relationships


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Title: First Relationships
Pairing: Charlie/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2500
Summary: When Charlie starts working at the manor, Draco gets more than an employee.
Author's Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] rarepair_shorts Dear [personal profile] sirmioneforever, I loved your likes and I tried to put what I could in here. I hope you enjoy it. Merry Christmas!

First Relationships )

Jan. 11th, 2021


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The Erlking's Daughter


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If you are familier with the German legend, then you'll understand the inclusions.

Have not wet finished this, haven't decided if I want to include scattered beads in the fringe yet, so it's untrimmed as well. But I need to live with it a while, for it to decide if it's completely finished or not.

These are preview photos. Better will be taken when finished and when it's not completely overcast, freezing rain.

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Fic: My Fake Boyfriend


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Title: My Fake Boyfriend
Summary: Loosely based on Picture Perfect. Pansy tells Draco's boss that he's dating Harry Potter so that Draco can finally pass the requirements for his specialisation. Unfortunately for Draco, things never go smoothly when Potter is involved.
Word Count: 4700
Rating: PG
Contains: None
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] hd_owlpost.
Dear Dig, I loved your prompts and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it for you. Merry Christmas.

My Fake Boyfriend )

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Fic: The Most Incompetent Curse Breaker


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Title: The Most Incompetent Curse Breaker
Summary: Harry gets hexed. Again. Draco isn't very happy about it
Word Count: 603
Rating: G
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] hd_owlpost. Dear [profile] freddie_fox, I hope you enjoy this little present. Merry Christmas.

The Most Incompetent Curse Breaker )

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Did you know...


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Did you know...


We know the names of the original *architects* of the US Capitol building, but not one name for the *actual workers who built it*.

In fact, I could only find one page on the Architect of the Capitol website that mentions slave labor was used. It included a commemorative plaque, above a block of sandstone it says was quarried and dressed by slaves leased from white plantation holders, for use in building the Capitol. A mere, brief mention.

I have to wonder, if after Wednesday, Jan 6, 2021, it still exists.



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Jan. 10th, 2021


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Craft update and such


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deets+otherthings )

How's the rest of you? Good?

I am considering making a post for people to sign up to receive a card at a random time this year, but I'm still working out the details. Would anyone be interested?
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Hi. Im Wil, and its been five years and one day since my last drink. Happy birthday to me.

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Yesterday, I marked the fifth anniversary of my decision to quit drinking alcohol. It was the most consequential choice I have ever made in my life, and I am able to stand before you today only because I made it.

I was slowly and steadily killing myself with booze. I was getting drunk every night, because I couldn’t face the incredible pain and PTSD I had from my childhood, at the hands of my abusive father and manipulative mother.

It was unsustainable, and I knew it was unsustainable, but when you’re an addict, knowing something is unhealthy and choosing to do something about it are two very different things.

On January 8, 2016, I was out in the game room, watching TV and getting drunk as usual. I was trying to numb and soothe the pain I felt, while also deliberately hurting myself because at a fundamental level, I believed the lies the man who was my father told me about myself: I was worthless. I was unworthy of love. I was stupid. The things I loved and cared about were stupid. It did not matter if I lived or died. Nobody cared about me, anyway.

I knocked a bottle into the trash, realized I had to pee, and — so I wouldn’t disturb Anne — did not go into the bathroom, but instead walked out into the middle of my backyard and peed on the grass. I turned around, and there was Anne. I will never forget the look on her face, this mixture of sadness and real fear.

“I am so worried about you,” was all she had to say. I’d been feeling it for a long time, and I faced a stark choice that I had known I was going to face sooner or later.

“So am I.”

Roughly 12 hours later, I woke up with the headache (hangover) I always had. For the first time in years, I accepted that I brought it on myself, instead of blaming it on allergies or the wind.

I picked up my phone, and I called Chris Hardwick, my best friend, who had been sober for over a decade at that point.

“I need help,” I said. “I don’t think going to AA is for me, but I absolutely have a problem with alcohol and I need to stop drinking.”

He told me a lot of things, and we stayed on the call for hours. I realized that that it was as simple and complicated as making a choice not to drink, one day or even one hour at a time. So I made the choice. HOLY SHIT was it hard. The first 45 days were a real struggle, but with the love and support of my wife and best friend, I got through it.

2016 … remember that year? Remember how bad things got? I was constantly making the joke about how I picked the wrong year to quit drinking, while I continued to make the choice to not drink.

Getting clean allowed (and forced) me to confront *why* I drank to excess so much. It turns out that being emotionally abused and neglected by both parents, then gaslit by my mother for my entire life had consequences for my emotional development and mental health.

I take responsibility for my choices. I made the choice to become a drunk. I own that.

But I know that, had the man who was my father loved me the way he loves my siblings, had my mother just once put my needs ahead of her own, the overwhelming pain and the black hole where paternal love should be would not have existed in my life.

I made a choice to fill that black hole with booze and self-destructive behavior. That sort of put a weak bandage over the psychic wound, but it never lasted more than a few hours or days before I was right back to believing all the lies that man planted in my head about myself, and feeling like I deserved all of it. If he wasn’t right, I thought, why didn’t my mother ever stand up for me? If he wasn’t right, how come nothing I ever did was good enough for him? I must be as worthless and contemptible as he made me believe I was. Anyone who says otherwise is just being fooled by me. I don’t really deserve any happiness, because I haven’t earned it. Anne’s just settling. She probably feels sorry for me.
All of that was just so much. It was so hard. It hurt, all the time. Because my mother made my success as an actor the most important thing in her life, I grew up believing that being the most successful actor in the world was the only way she’d be happy. And if that would make her happy, maybe it would prove to the man who was my father that I was worthy of his love. When I didn’t book jobs, I took it SO PERSONALLY. Didn’t those casting people know how important this was? This wasn’t just an acting role. This was the only chance I have to make my parents love me!

The thing is, I didn’t like it. I didn’t love acting and auditioning and attention like my mother did. It was never my dream. It was hers, and she sacrificed my childhood, and ultimately my relationship with her and her husband, in pursuit of it.

I didn’t jump straight to “get drunk all the time” as a coping mechanism. For *years* I tried to have conversations with my parents about how I felt, and every single time, I was dismissed for being ungrateful, overly dramatic, or just making things up. When the man who was my father didn’t blow me off, he got mad at me, mocked me, humiliated me, made me afraid of him. I began to hope that he’d just blow me off, because it wasn’t as bad as the alternative.

It was so painful, and so frustrating, I just gave up and dove into as many bottles as I could find.

But then in 2016 I quit, and as my body began to heal from how much I’d abused it, my spirit began to heal, too. I found a room in my heart, and in that room was a small child, terrified and abused and unloved, and I opened my arms to him. I held him the way he should have been held by our parents, and I loved him the way he deserved to be loved: unconditionally. I promised him that I would protect him from them. They could never hurt him again.

I realized I had walked up to that door countless times over the years, and I had always chosen to walk right past it and into a bar, instead.
But because I had made the choice to stop drinking, to stop hiding from my pain, to stop self-medicating, I could see that door clearly now. I could hear that little boy weeping in there, as quietly as possible, because he was so afraid that someone was going to come in and hurt him.
Sobriety let me see that my mother had been lying to me, and maybe to herself, about who that man was to me. I realized that the man who was my father had been a bully to me my whole life. I accepted and fucking OWNED that it wasn’t my fault. It was a choice he made, and while I will never know why, I knew what had happened to me. I knew my memories were real, and I hoped that, armed with this new certainty and confidence, I could have a heart-to-heart with my parents, and begin to heal these wounds. So I wrote to my parents, shared a lot of my feelings and fears, and finally told them, “I feel like my dad doesn’t love me.”

I know some of you are parents. What do you do when your child says that to you? What is your first instinct? Pick up the phone right away? Send a text right away? Somehow communicate to your child immediately that, no, they are wrong and they are not unloved, right? Well, if you’re my parents, you ignore me and go radio silent (for two months if you’re my mother, four months if you’re my father.) And then when you finally do acknowledge the email, you are incensed and offended. How dare I be so hateful and cruel and ungrateful! Nothing is more important than family! How could I say such hurtful things?! Why would I make all that up?

I had changed. They had not. They will not. Ever.

So, I want to be clear: I take responsibility for the choice I made to become a full-time drunk. But I also hold my parents accountable for the choices they made, including this one.

Their silence during those long weeks told me everything I needed to know, and my sobriety was severely tested for the first time. Everything I had always feared, everything I had been drinking to avoid, was right there, in my face. When they finally acknowledged me, and made it all about their feelings, I knew: this was never going to change. I mean, I’d known that for years, maybe for my whole life, but I still held out hope that, somehow, something would be different.

During those weeks, I spent a lot of time on the phone with Chris, spent a lot of time with Anne, and filled a bunch of journals. But I didn’t make the choice to pick up a drink. I’d committed to taking better care of myself, so I could be the husband and father my family deserved. So I could find the happiness that *I* deserve.

Once I was clean, I had clarity, and so much time to do activities! I was able to clearly and honestly assess who I was, and *why*. I was able to love myself and care for myself in ways that I hadn’t before, because I sincerely believed I didn’t deserve it.

I will never forget this epiphany I had one day, while walking through our kitchen: If I was the person the man who was my father made me believe I was, there is no way a woman as amazing and special as Anne would choose to spend her life with me. Why this never occurred to me up to that point can be found under a pile of bottles.

Not having parents sucks. It hurts all the time. But it hurts less than what I had with those people, so I continue to make the choice to keep them out of my life.

After five years, I don’t miss being drunk at all. It is not a coincidence that the last five years have been the best five years of my life, personally and professionally. In spite of everything 2020 took from us (and I know it’s taken far more from others than it took from me), I had the best year I’ve ever had in my career — and this is *my* career, being a host and a writer and audiobook narrator. This is what *I* want to do, and I still feel giddy when I take time to really own that I am finally following *MY* dream. It’s a shame I don’t have parents to share it with, but I have a pretty epic TNG family who celebrate everything I do with me.

I wondered how I would feel, crossing five years without a drink off the calendar. I thought I’d feel celebratory, but honestly the thing I feel the most is gratitude and resolve.

I am grateful that I have the love and support of my wife and children. I am grateful that I have so much privilege, this wasn’t as hard for me as it could have been. I am grateful that, every day, I can make a choice to not drink, and it’s entirely MY CHOICE.

Because I quit drinking, I had the clarity I needed to see WHY I was drinking, and I had the strength to confront it. It didn’t go the way I wanted or hoped, but instead of numbing that pain with booze, I have come to accept it, as painful as it is.

And even with that pain, my life is immeasurably better than it was, and for that I am immeasurably grateful.

Hi. I’m Wil, and it’s been five years and one day since my last drink. Happy birthday to me.


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Fic: Marry You


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Title: Marry You
Summary: Karaoke, a proposal and sex.
Word Count: 2384
Rating: NC-17
Contains: None
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] hd_owlpost. The title is shamelessly stolen from Bruno Mars.
[personal profile] themightyflynn, I tried to pick various things you said you liked, I hope you enjoy the end result. Merry Christmas!

Marry You )

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Fic: I Should Have Known Better


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Title: I Should Have Known Better
Summary: After a fight, Draco thinks that they are done, but he should know better
Word Count: 964
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Sam/Legendrarry at [livejournal.com profile] hd_owlpost. I hope you enjoy this present and it makes the holiday season a little brighter. Merry Christmas!

I Should Have Known Better )

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Fic: Christmas Holidays and Sudden Realizations


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Title: Christmas Holidays and Sudden Realizations
Summary: Draco is upset about spending Christmas on a beach. Harry can't understand the real reason.
Word Count: 1177
Rating: G
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] hd_owlpost.

Dear Rae, I love your prompt and immediately made me think of Draco complaining about the snow, but also about the sun. I hope the end result is something you enjoy. Merry Christmas (AO3 tasteofshapes)

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Jan. 9th, 2021


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Fic: Fix This


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Title: Fix This
Summary: Pansy has created a spell that tells you if two people are soulmates. After the spells causes his break up with Ginny, Harry wants Pansy to find his real soulmate
Word Count: 2121
Rating: G
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] hd_owlpost. AJ, I saw your soulmate preference and decided to give it a new twist. I hope you enjoy this take. Merry Christmas! (AO3 acGranger)

Fix This  )

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Fic: Expectations and Snow Angels


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I should apologize in advance. HD Owl Post reveals happened today and I have eight stories to put on LJ/DW.

Title: Expectations and Snow Angels
Summary: Anyone with any sense would be inside rugged up by the fire. But not him.
Word Count: 930
Rating: G
Contains: None
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] hd_owlpost. Wrtrgrl, I wish you a very Happy Christmas

Expectations and Snow Angels )

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Fic: Harry Potter and the Perfect Boyfriend


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Title: Harry Potter and the Perfect Boyfriend
Summary: Harry wants to come out without putting a potential boyfriend through the insanity that comes from dating him and that's why he hires Draco to be his pretend boyfriend.
Word Count: 31597
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Mention of prostitution, and some religious discussion (Catholicism)
Notes: Written for [info]hd_owlpost. Switching POV. It starts in the summer of 2005 and goes to spring 2006 much like the books.
Dear [info]retiredunicorn, this story started with a prompt and then it went completely a different way, but I tried to put as many of your likes as I could. Merry Christmas!

( Harry Potter and the Perfect Boyfriend at Dreamwidth ) or ( Harry Potter and the Perfect Boyfriend at AO3 )

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FIC: Better Than Books, PG-13, Severus/Harry


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Title: Better Than Books
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Word Count: ~500 words
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Unbeta'd. Happy birthday, Severus Snape! ♥ For inspiration, I used the prompt "books or restricted section" that [personal profile] writcraft had left me ages ago.

Better Than Books )

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Bolševická Amerika


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Jsou věci, který nikdy nepochopím - jako např.:
spousta lidí, kteří toho znají a vědí dost o tom, jak u nás probíhala padesátá léta a proto taky nemůžou dodnes komunistům přijít na jméno, tak ti samí lidi teď tleskají novokomunistům, kteří nastoupí ke kormidlu v USA
Zatímco TW maže tisíce účtů, FB ho následuje, a Google stáhl svobodnou soc. síť Parler ze své nabídky, protože "lidé nejsou dostatečně kontrolováni, a dávají na ni to, co si myslí", tak mně buší srdce jako o závod.
Vidím za tím víc, než důvod k potlesku.

Jen si to tu odložím.

Nejvtipnější je, že Twitter a Facebook vaporizovaly Trumpa v momentu, kdy přiznal porážku ve volbách a zavázal se k pokojnému předání moci. Každá tyranie začíná ovládnutím prostředků komunikace a médií. Bod 2 byl už splněn dávno.

Tahle událost znamená přelom. Republikáni ztratili to poslední, co jim ještě někdo nemohl přičíst - že nedělají násilné protesty. Teď už tvůrce "nového světa" nezastaví nic.Že sociálním sítím nedochází, že umlčování jen hromadí zlost, mě nepřekvapuje. Jsou to levicový aktivisté, komunisti.
A posledni mista, kde by se ješte dalo svobodně promluvit, tedy hospody a bary, nám zavřeli už v předstihu.

Tleskání cenzuře Trumpa od digitálních oligarchů je pletení lana, na kterém vás ještě radikálnějši levičáci, než vy, co tleskáte, jednou oběsí. Jen ho pleťte dál a konejšete své frustrované duše replikou, že vám se to nemůže stát. Může a historie praví, že stane. Jako prvním.
Cenzura by prostě být neměla... Bohužel se tímto rozdělujeme na my a oni... A navíc, hranice, co je dobré a špatné určuje kdo? Desatero z Bible? Noviny? Televize? Filozofové? Politici? Zuckerberg? Obama? Putin? Moravec?
Přesně tak, nevím, jak cenzůře může někdo fandit. A to si všichni určitě říkají demokraté, skloňují svobodnou společnost a svobodu slova ve všech pádech.

Jan. 8th, 2021


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A Breathe Birthday Celebration - Severus/Harry ~ R


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Title: A Breathe Birthday Celebration
Rating : R
Author: [personal profile] lilyseyes
Word Count: 100 x 7
Prompt: Written for [community profile] snarry100 Prompt #698: Social Distancing / [community profile] harry100 Prompt #406: Mirror
Warnings: * past Mpreg*
Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry Potter and his world. No money is made from these amateur works.
Summary:Glimpses of life with the Potter-Snape family. Another in the Breathe Series

Happy 61st, Severus!