#the original photograpy is so pretty

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A painting in oil of a photograph by @ femalepentimento on Instagram on a 50x50cm canvas.

I'm kindof back to painting lol made this piece in like a day, let's see how long this fire lasts.

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This was my first concert and I was hoping to try out concert photography (I always thought those photos were the coolest) unfortunately I had to take the pictures from a balcony and so it was a little more difficult to get good pictures up there. But I think this one turned out alright

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Creator Tag Game 2020

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your five (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many artists/writers/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I was tagged by the delightful @tigerlilycorinne, whom I thank for including me in this game. You can find her post here. It actually wasn’t too difficult to narrow down the works I was most proud of from 2020. It was a rather prolific year for me! They’re all Harry Potter fics, by the way. Without further ado, here’s my list:

You Fill My Empty Spaces

Pairing: Snarry (Harry Potter/Severus Snape) for the 2020 Snarry-a-Thon Rating: Explicit Highlights: Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Demisexuality, Smut, Top Severus, Bottom Harry, Making Out, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Begging, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Aftercare, Angst with a Happy Ending Warnings: Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Child Abuse Word Count: 7.7k

I’m rather proud of this fic because I consider fluff and smut to be more my forte, but I managed some pretty convincing angst if I do say so myself. This was also my first ‘official’ fest fic. Previously I’d only participated in a small Discord server gift exchange, so this was not only my first time writing Snarry but also my first time writing amongst people I didn’t know. It was an amazing experience, and I hope to participate again in 2021.

Gifts for Stylish Gits and Reckless Heroes

Pairing: Drarry (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter) for A Very Drarry Secret Santa 2019 Rating: Explicit Highlights: Fluff, Smut, Mutual Pining, Gift Fic, Secret Santa, Found Family, Christmas, Draco Malfoy is a Brat, Harry Potter is a Tease, Boys Kissing, Dry Humping, Hand Jobs, more kissing, Dirty Talk, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Begging, Anal Sex, Did I mention the kissing?, Love Confessions, Sleepy Cuddles, Happy Ending, HP: EWE, POV Alternating Warnings: none Word Count: 13.7k

This was my very first HP fic, my first Drarry, and my first time participating in any kind of fest or gift exchange all at once. So a lot of firsts here! I also blew my deadline on this one spectacularly. Like.. it was awful. I was a month late. But! My extremely forgiving fest mod @triggerlil couldn’t have been more fantastic throughout the whole process. This fic was a real labor of love, and I’m incredibly proud of how well I got the characterizations of both Harry and Draco down on my first attempt. I also have a soft spot for my OC Sebastien Toussaint, who is a minor character but still managed to earn some fans of his own, which I remain tickled about to this day.

Head Full of You

Pairing: Drarry for Very Drarry Summer Vibes 2020 Rating: Explicit Highlights: HP: EWE, Soulmates, Soulmarks, Summer Vacation, Beach Holidays, Meddling Blaise Zabini, Roommates, Flirting, Banter, Stargazing, Skinny Dipping, Boys Kissing, Love Confessions, more kissing, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Frottage, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Sleepy Cuddles, They have terrible friends, but not really, Idiots In Love, POV Harry Potter, Song fic Warnings: Light Angst Word Count: 10.6k

This was my second gift exchange fic, and the plot pretty much wrote itself when I saw my giftee’s prompt list. I liked them so much that I couldn’t choose and ended up including them all! I’m really proud of the humor in this. I think the teasing and banter is pretty good, and in case anyone hasn’t figured this out by now I’m rather fond of both smut and love confessions (not to mention sleepy cuddles).

These Scars We Bare

Pairing: Snarry for Taste of Smut Fest 2020 Rating: Explicit Highlights: HP: EWE, Severus Snape Lives, Friends to Lovers, POV Harry Potter, Photographer Harry, Photograpy, magical photography, Scars, Tea, Banter, Snark, Making Out, Enthusiastic Consent, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, More Making Out, Love Confessions, Schmoop, Fluff and Smut, Happy Ending, sight Warnings: none Word Count: 8k

I think this is probably my favorite title of any of my fics, which is odd considering I usually groan at word play and puns, but it was too poetic, not to mention perfectly suited to the theme. The prompt grabbed me immediately, and I knew I had to write something for it. The idea of Harry having a creative job is one of my favorite head canons, and him pining for Severus is another guilty pleasure of mine. I rather like their dynamic in this fic, and I think it’ll always be one of my favorite works.

My Hands in Your Hair

Pairing: Drarry Rating: Teen Highlights: Draco Malfoy Has Long Hair, Harry Potter Has Long Hair, Hair Braiding, Messy buns are sexy, I have a thing for hair, Don’t Judge Me, Drabble, Idiots In Love, Boys Kissing Warnings: none Word Count: 1.2k

This was entirely self indulgent drivel that was encouraged by my dear friend @zzledri who sent the prompt ‘Draco hair braiding’ to my ask box. I relished the opportunity to get Harry’s hands in Draco’s hair (and let’s be real, vice versa), and Draco being a brat was just an added bonus. I definitely have more popular fics, but this one is still special to me. I was really proud of my depiction of Draco in particular.

Well, that wraps up the list of the five works I’m most proud of in 2020. I worked hard, missed several deadlines, and all in all had a ton of fun writing all of these. I can only hope that I continue to produce more fanfics that people will enjoy in the new year. I also write poetry, and while I am very proud of some of those, I felt like a lot more time and effort went into my fanfics this year. Naturally, those ended up dominating this list.

Tagging: @triggerlil, @enemiesbrotherslovers, @manixzen, @avaeryn, @fluxweeed, @bleedcolor, @hippocrates460, @likelightinglass, @oliverwilde105, @chuckalart, and anyone else who’d like to play along (but no pressure if you don’t). 

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Dryden Dudes Faction

Call me Otto.

Clearly, I'm not as stupid as I appear to be or pretend to be, that wouldn't be possible although it might be preferable to the marginal state of bliss that I occupy now as I try life with double elephant ears for pockets,while I wander from the concrete shithole that I call home.

No, I'm not stupid. Ya see it's a combination of the oversight committees of my internall egislation combined with poor intelligence gathering that is responsible for the current comedy of errors that I laughingly call my existence. It's not Trump's fault nor Pelosi's fault that keeps me from dreaming the American dream.

Dude is the American dream for me.

Dude is Jeff Bridges.

Big Lebowski.

Dude is my idol.

I love the Dude, man. When I found out the Dude was coming to town, I rubbed a couple of nickels together and headed to the Dryden Theater at the George Eastman house where Mr. Kodak himself screened movies for his guests until he decided that his work was done and he took his own life. Somehow, I had another double sawbuck so I took the tour of the house, checked out the elephant head in the lobby and bought a ticket for the flick that Dude was going to introduce in the theater.

I'm an hour early. I walk down to the front. Figure for the money I'm paying, I might as well get as much indoor times as I can. Rochester is one cold, dark, dangerous town. So, there I am sitting safely minding my own business when out of nowhere, a gray hair walks up to me and spying my unhidden camera says in a real snotty voice.."You can't take pictures in here."

Wait a minute, I think to myself. I'm in the home of the guy who popularized photograpy, the guy who made the art available to the masses as well as the messes and here's some drainer telling me I can't take pictures even though I'm using a Kodak camera loaded with Kodak film and I'm wanting to take a picture of a guy because HIS photographs are on display in the exhibition section of the museum. In other words, I'm a photographer in the birthplace of photography trying to take a picture of a photographer and somebody tells me "no".

I should be more specific about the drainer. She looked a lot like Barbara Bush in Bar Bar's days as first lady with the shocking white hair. The imitation was breathtaking. Part of the breathtaking aspect was the "perfume" she was wearing. Imagine the smell of lilacs inside a trash bin, well that was the stench that was taking my breath away. I whiffed her before I saw her and by the time I saw her, she was in my face telling me what not to do.

God I hate that.

I had paid six bucks to get in and six bucks is a whole different ballgame to me than it is to the fake Barbara Bush. Six bucks has bought me four days and four nights of winter warmth at Movies10 which costs a buck to get into the show and once you're in, if you play your cards right, you can hide out for twelve hours. Six bucks is what I paid to get a picture of Jeff Bridges. Six bucks should entitle me to that.

BarBar stalked away leaving a trail of fetid flower stank residue. The guy sitting next to me, another  early errival, looked asonished or alarmed or whatever you call an expression that is a combination of thunderstuck bemusement. Actually, I get and give that look quite a bit.

I had been talking to this guy a few minutes earlier and I can tell you what kind of guy he was. He was the kind of fiftyish guy whose favorie movie is the original Sands of the Kalahari, a copy of which he and his wife Beatice had been trying to find for the last five years.

He told me his name was Ice

I would hesitate to call this guy a dude although he was too old to be a nerd, to tall to be a dweeb, too small to be a doofus, to friendly to be a dork and too well informed to be a nimrod. I guess he was just a normal guy . Still, even he didn't know what to make of the fake BarBar.

I said to the guy, "There ain't no signs around here that say you can't take a picture."

The guy reached into his pocket and pulled out one of thise fancy phones.

"I didn't see any signs either,"  he said with a 'we're all in this together but you're the one who got busted by a fake Barbara Bush as if you were Al Franken on a plane' kind of wink.

I wondered if the photographic prohibition was posted on my ticket. I looked at the ticket which didn't look much like a tickert Just a crumpled piece of  green paper featuring a large ADMIT ONE. Nowhere on this ticket did I see anything about not taking pictures.

I showed the guy my ticket and he pulled out HIS ticket and goes right to the fine print.His ticket cost thirty five bucks and since we were sitting right next to one another the main thing his fancy ticket bought him was more writing because his ticket said that photography was prohibited at the request of the artist.

Let's see...no prohibition on my later cheaper ticket ...clear prohibition on Ice's reserved more expensive ticket.  This pretty much sums up my life. Forget about being reserved. Show up early and the cheaper you live, the more freedom you have.