Picturesque and Corrupt

Yuletide recs

2018-12-30T21:30:39Z

I have become very slow and stupid, and will no doubt soon become overwhelmed by all the great fic out there to be waded through, but here are three little ones I found on my ownses:

Same Old Song and Dance

(The Good Place)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16983300

Michael and Eleanor. Has a lightness of touch that feels just right to me.

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The Marvels of Whitby

(Medieval Manuscript Illustrations)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16927806

Epistolary tale of two monks arguing about bees and battle snails - a tiny gem, just as finely-detailed and colourful as its subject matter.

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Piracy Is Our Only Option

(Sense and Sensibility - 1995 film adaptation)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17144882

More epistolary goodness - Margaret runs away to sea and sends letters home. Delightful and the style is perfect.

What? A post?

2017-11-13T20:43:56Z

'People are kind,' said Claire. 'The people I know, anyway. Mrs Hedges, and Maureen, and John, and Mrs Cramp at school. Cousin Margaret, even.'

'What a benevolent girl you are. Do be careful -- stoking the fire with one arm like that.'

'I am being. It's funny what a lot of things you don't need two arms for. Why am I benevolent?'

'Finding people kind.'

'Aren't they?'

'Individually, yes,' said Aunt Susan. 'Collectively, seldom. Have a slice of my cake.'

(From The House in Norham Gardens, Penelope Lively, which I've just reread.)

And this is why we should all get off Twitter and return the the Land of Journal. The End.

(The other passage from this book that particularly resonated with me on this reread takes place in a butcher's shop, but I'm too lazy to type it all out.)

test

2017-02-26T14:32:32Z

hello, this is a crossposting test - exciting, I know! One day I may post actual content again.

FIC: Local Matters (Hamilton; Burr/Hamilton)

2016-05-30T22:03:47Z

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hamilton - Miranda
Rating: Teen & up
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aaron Burr/Alexander Hamilton
Additional tags: AU - Newspaper; AU - Modern Setting; Take Your Fandom to Work Day
Summary: Aaron Burr works in the design department of a regional newspaper office. Alexander Hamilton works downstairs, in the newsroom where it happens.

Local Matters

*new fandom klaxon*

Tube ramblings

2016-03-26T18:26:57Z

I went to my Saturday morning writing workshop today, and our theme this week was the London Underground. This is what I wrote.

It would make more sense, probably, to come into the city from the east. But we always end up pointing north, like the needle on the compass. It's just what we do. Drive to Southgate, park there and take the Piccadilly line to King's Cross. We sit there in the light, dark, light, the rush and noise changing as we leave the June sunshine and go underground.

It's been a while since she was on a Tube train, she says. She says, I used to do this every day.

We look at the straight line that runs along the inside of the carriage; the list of stations. Arnos Grove. Bounds Green. Wood Green. Turnpike Lane.

She smiles and says, Years ago, your father and Adrian made up a song with all the names of the stations on the line, and they'd sing it all the way home.

She tries to remember the song, but she can't. It's been too long, and anyway, we find it's hard to imagine this now -- him making up songs, being silly.

If it weren't for the London Underground, perhaps I wouldn't exist. Although that's a simplification, like Harry Beck's map. It smooths out the kinks and complications of real life. My grandparents did not meet on a train. They met at a conference. And perhaps, anyway, the story itself is embroidered, only true in part. The things you learn at funerals...

The story goes that he proposed to her on the Circle Line, my grandfather who I never met, and they were both too happy to get off at their stop, so they had to go round again. It seems too perfect. The Circle Line. A gold ring.

We change at King's Cross, and I try to imagine it here, before the war, but I can't. Now is too present. It fills every corner.

Later we go on a tour down memory lane. Our old house, all strange and clean. My school. I remember being here when they told us about the King's Cross fire, and it makes me think of the school hall with its polished wood floor. Of descending down a staircase in a crowd, into an enclosed space.

Everything looks smaller now, and slightly shifted. Not quite right.

Sometimes, stations are closed and abandoned. Shut up with their memories in the dark. You can go on a tour, they'll take you down, say, Imagine what it was like here, when the trains still ran. The people and the clothes they wore, and the way they talked.

And when you come up again into the light, you'll be in different world.

Happy New Year

2016-01-03T18:00:36Z

Hello, I've spent this holiday season really pushing my limits - I've broken my own record for speed-eating a Co-Op pack of mini sausage rolls all by myself, and I'm well on the way to transforming into a very beautiful slug.

God knows what happened this past year - I've forgotten most of it. I know I went to Wales at one point. I joined a local Saturday morning writing group, who are a bit like the Breakfast Club if they were in a fairground hall of mirrors. And I started enjoying Doctor Who again, which was nice. This year I've already done something I've never done before - I made hollandaise sauce, thanks to birdgerhl 's recipe on Twitter. Twitter and the internet in general continues to give me life, while slightly ruining it at the same time. Ah well.

Other things I've managed to do while being crushed by the iron grip of social media: posted a Yuletide New Year's Resolution fic, which was meant as a Treat, but although technically finished on Christmas Eve, needed some time to rest and mature in the dark. Anyway, it's a gen fic in the very popular @TLFTravelAlerts fandom, about commuters and climate change and tea:

Metroland

Also, to continue a theme somewhat, I've rounded off my year of monthly 'stuff I wrote on the train' blog posts: Sidings. So that's that done. I might think of something else to do with it this year, or I might not.

Merry January, all of you.

A ghost story for Christmas

2015-12-22T20:57:28Z

Actually, this was meant to be a ghost story for several Christmases ago, but better late then never, eh?

Title: Till the Boys Come Home
Fandom: Downton Abbey/20th Century RPF
Characters/relationships: Ivor Novello/Thomas Barrow
Rating: Mature
Wordcount: 7600
Summary: Ivor Novello spends New Year's Eve at Downton Abbey, and encounters some things that go bump in the night...

Read at AO3

beta request

2015-11-29T11:19:37Z

Wondering if anyone would be willing to read a fic for me? It's 7600 words -ish, and it's Downton Abbey but it's sort of about Ivor Novello and ghosts and sex and class and war and stuff. Also it's written in first person in the form of a letter. I can hear you all champing at the bit as I type.

As usual, it's mostly to check for mistakes and root out obvious crapness and so on. Any offers of help gratefully received, but no need to feel obliged. Ta!

Fic: 'Silent Retreat', Lewis, G

2015-11-20T15:39:36Z

(Hello, I wrote a small thing. Warning: may not make much sense if you haven't seen the episode.)

Title: Silent Retreat
Characters/relationships: Robert Lewis & James Hathaway
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1700
Summary: Problems with words. And Lewis and Hathaway in a beer garden again.
Notes: Set immediately after the Season 9 two-part episode Magnum Opus. Spoilers for that episode and Season 9 generally.
Additional tags: friendship, bisexuality, episode tag, beer, pubs, drinking, sexuality, relationships, family

Read at AO3

sheldrake @ 2015-11-03T22:15:00

2015-11-03T22:15:28Z

Hello. I've updated my weird blog, for those who were interested in being kept informed.

I had other things to say, but I am just. Too. Tired.

PEDM

2015-09-30T20:09:52Z

Well done everyone who posted every day, or nearly every day, or some of the days. Thanks for providing stuff for me to read this month, it's been very nice.

Things

2015-09-30T12:49:22Z

I had a wordpress blog that wasn't getting used for much, so I started to use it to write about the things I think about on the train:

Sidings

Er...

2015-09-29T22:46:56Z

Just been reading on Tumblr how many people are apparently very upset at the presence of full stops in text messages.

It's probably time I went to bed, isn't it?

It me, as the kids say

2015-09-13T12:23:48Z

Sometimes a lot of things seem to be happening in the brain and the world and it's hard to separate out the bits. You know?

Anyway. I just came across this article by Robert Mcfarlane, from earlier this year. It's about the eeriness of the English landscape, and so far it's mentioned MR James, Susan Cooper, Helen Macdonald, Derek Jarman, Alan Garner, and the general weirdness of the Suffolk coast. (I say so far because I'm still reading it, I was compelled to stop in the middle to post this).

Basically, if you ever wondered what was mostly going on inside my head, see above.

pedm

2015-09-10T18:40:46Z

I would like to congratulate everyone doing post every day month, even if they haven't managed every day. I'd like to do it too, but sadly there is nothing in my brain except sawdust.

So this is attempt to post one of the days month although it seems kind of pointless bearing in mind the result that lies before you.

A list of things

2015-08-30T13:22:55Z

The sea
Hawks
Thyme
Time
Swans
Mallow
Fennel
Blackthorn
Beer
Coffee
Brick
Tides
Lace
Wool
Rope
Bronze
Iron
Bread
Apples

that british meme

2015-08-13T22:43:15Z

Because nothing can rouse a person to journal like a British Meme!

1. Marmite- love or hate?

I am a defender of the idea that you can be indifferent to Marmite. I am aware that I'm in a minority. I mean... I *like* it ok. But my feelings aren't strong enough to be called love.

2. Marmalade- thick cut or thin cut?

No.

3. Porridge- made with milk or water?

Half milk, half water.

4. Do you like salt, sugar or honey on your porridge?

Sugar... and honey? DON'T JUDGE ME OK

5. Loose tea or teabags?

Mostly teabags because I am lazy.

6. Where on your door is your letterbox?

In the middle.

7. What's your favourite curry?

I really like a tikka masala, although I feel I ought to apologise for that. I recently sat in a car with with a bunch of people who spent half the journey sneering at tikka masala (and in fact most takeaway food) for being 'non-authentic'. They all thought the curries they cooked at home were much more authentic. They were all white English people. Actually, the most recent curry I had was in a restaurant in Norwich and it was called Beef of Bengal. It was nice, but slightly too hot for me, and I think I'd choose something else next time.

8. What age is the place where you live?

The house was built in, I think 1907? Typical Edwardian terrace, thin walls. I sometimes hear the lady next door sneeze in the night.

9. Where do the folks running your local corner shop come from?

My too closest shops are run by Mr Tesco and Madam Co-op. I've never asked where they're from.

10. Instant or fresh coffee?

Fresh, please. At work I drink a thing that calls itself 'barista-style instant', except when I allow myself a proper coffee from the canteen as a treat. It's only 60p if you take your own mug.

11. How far are you from the sea?

A short train journey. Please can someone buy me a beach hut?

12. Have you travelled via Eurostar?

Twice. I went to Bruges and to Brussels.

13. If you were going to travel abroad, where's the nearest country to you?

The Netherlands. A little bit closer than Wales, but more sea on the way.

14. If you're female (or possible even some males) do you carry a handbag?

I stick to shoulder bags and backpacks.

15. Do you have a garden? What do you like growing?

I have a garden. I like growing bindweed and nettles because apparently I've given up on this year. Next year - that'll be the year! Actually, I had some good strawberries this summer, and the apples are coming on - I like how you don't have to do anything to apples, as such.

16. Full cream, semi skimmed or skimmed?

Some people seem to be taking this question to be about actual cream, but I'm going to assume it means milk, and say semi-skimmed.

17. Which London terminal would you travel into if going to the capital?

Liverpool Street. It's built on an ancient burial ground, you know. I fully expect that to come up as one of Abellio Greater Anglia's excuses for why the train's late one day.

18. Is there a local greasy spoon where you live?

I suppose I'd nominate the Marina Cafe, which declares that it welcomes both high-heels and muddy boots. I'll get round to going in one day.

19. Do you keep Euros in the house?

I think there might be some in an old Stilton pot in the bookcase.

20. Does your home town have a Latin, Gaelic or Welsh alternative name?

Stealing this straight from a previous answerer: 'No – but it has a Saxon name, Gippeswyk.'

21. Do you have a well known local artist or author?

I shall pick an artist - Maggi Hambling. Almost every photo of her features her scowling while holding a disintegrating cigarette. Her Wikipedia entry describes her as "openly 'lesbionic' (her adjective". Please look her up on Google images if you're not aware of her - you won't regret it.

22. Do you have a favourite Corrie character?

I have never watched an episode.

23. Are your kitchen sink taps separate or a mixer?

Mixer.

24. Do you have a favourite brand of blended tea?

No. Is this a thing many people have?

25. What's in your attic if you have one?

Loft. I have no idea what's up there, but it's probably frightening.

26. If you go out for a cream tea, what jam do you like on your scone?

Happy with any, really, as long as it's not marmalade.

27. Talking of scones- scon or scown? Jam or cream first?

To quote Richard Herring: it's definitely pronounced 'scone'. Jam first.

28. Barth or bath?

aaahhh

29. Carstle or castle?

aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh

30. What flavour of crisps do you favour?

SALT AND VINEGAR SALT AND VINEGAR

31. If you go to the chippie, what do you like with your chips?

SALT AND VINEGAR SALT AND VINEGAR

32. Take away, take out or carry out?

See the curry answer.

33. If you have one, what colour is your wheelie bin?

Black for landfill, blue for recycling, brown to sit in the garden and slowly fill with rainwater.

34. What colour skips does your local skip hire use?

I've never hired one, but I assume it would be yellow.

35. Do you celebrate Guy Fawkes?

Not since the days when we all stood in Grandma's back garden with our sparklers. Grown-ups running back down the lawn with a lit taper... *wipes away a nostalgic tear*

(Taper, not tapir, that would have made for a very different evening.)

36. Dettol or TCP?

I never use either. Should I?

37. Do you have a bidet in the bathroom?

No.

38. Do you prefer courgettes or aubergines?

I enjoy both.

39. In the 'real world' Do you have friends of other nationalities? Which nationalities?

Yes. Do you want me to name them all now? I suppose the person of another nationality I see most often is the person I sit next to at work, who is Greek. She makes me laugh almost every day. Not today though, as she is currently in Greece. Inconsiderate.

40. Do you have a holy book of any sort in the house?

I've got The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, I've got the Bible, I've got the Ikea catalogue. I'm sorted.

41. Do you prefer a hankie or tissues?

Tissues. Does anyone really have hankies now? I used to carry one as a child because I read a lot of books about Edwardian children and I very badly wanted to be one.

42. Are you a fan of crumpets? What do you like on them?

YES. I like butter or honey or jam.

43. Doorbell, knocker or both?

No knocker and the doorbell doesn't work. I've covered it with a bit of paper which appears to have been partially eaten by something. I need to sort my life out.

44. Do you own a car? What sort?

No.

45. What sort of pants do you guys prefer? Y fronts or boxers?

I've asked the guys. What do you say guys? They say could I please let them out of the cupboard under the stairs, they've been in there for weeks now and they're hungry. Which isn't even a proper answer! Honestly! Useless.

46. Anyone still a fan of suspenders?

What an odd question. I suppose some people are.

47. Do you have a favourite quote from the bard?

Which bard is this? I'm going with no, so I don't have to look one up.

48. Do you like toasted muffins?

Yes.

49. Do you think a traditional trifle should contain jelly?

That's how we always made it. So yes.

50. Do you attend regular religious worship? Of what kind?

No, mate. Not unless you count the Bake Off.

The news

2015-07-06T20:26:03Z

I found these when I was looking for something else. They are all taken from newspapers in my area, collected by local historian Pip Wright.

This sort of thing happens all the time round our way:

Witch bottles
Stephen Choppen, once the village blacksmith of Hadleigh in Essex, whose suicide was reported lately, took his life just as he had entered upon a wider notoriety. He was one of the characters in Mr. Arthur Morrison’s last book ‘Cunning Murrell,’ which was published only a few weeks back. A sketch of him with his dog and his cat also accompanied an article in ‘The Strand.’ Choppen was a link with a strange survival of superstition.
It was he who forged the iron witch bottles with which the wizard Murrell drove out devils. It is now 40 years ago since the wizard of Hadleigh died ...and Choppen must have been quite a youth when he started welding the witch bottles. Mr. Morrison tells us that when he last saw Choppen, a few months ago, the memory of the making of the first bottle was still a vivid one. The bottle, said Choppen, gave him trouble in the forging, for which he could not account. The iron wholly refused to be welded - till Cunning Murrell arrived and blew the fire, when all went well. The wizard used to fill these iron bottles with blood, water, fingernails, hair and pins. The bottles screwed up airtight, were placed in the fire by way of process against witches, and frequently burst with great success and devastation, thus signalising the destruction of the diabolical influence. Unfortunately, no witch bottle is left behind, the last one being destroyed in a bit of hocus pocus by Buck Murrell, Cunning’s son.
Aldeburgh, Leiston & Saxmundham Times: November 10th 1900

I can't believe people would say that about Prince Nicholas:

An absurd story is going about in the papers to the effect that Prince Nicholas of Montenegro went to visit the Queen dressed in a “kilt,” and some papers have gone so far as to embroider the original statement by saying that the garment was made of white muslin and stuck out like a ballet dancer’s skirt. Prince Nicholas does not wear, and never has worn, the "fustanella" which is the distinctive dress of the Mahomedans of Albania. What the correspondents mistook for a kilt was his long Montenegrin coat, which resembles nothing so much as an ordinary frock coat.
Woodbridge Reporter: April 15th 1897

Oh, those West End Doctors eh:

Many West End Doctors are setting their faces against fox-hunting for women, not so much because of the occasional accidents, but because of, the intense mental strain and nervous excitement which cross-country riding entails.
Eastern Daily Press: March 20th 1896

Here is a sad story about my street. The Star of the East (now the Ipswich Star) and the Eastern Daily Press, above, are two of the papers I work on:

The Star of the East, on October 27th 1891, carried details of an inquest on George Henry Stannard of the inappropriately named ‘Mount Pleasant.’ This was a slum in the Back Hamlet of Ipswich. He had died from eating toadstools. A widower, ‘addicted to drink,’ Stannard had previously been imprisoned for neglecting his five children who were discovered ‘in a most filthy condition covered with vermin and matted hair. The only furniture in the house was a damaged table, 3 chairs, a knife & spoon and a thin straw mattress.’ The children had survived by running errands for neighbours who gave them coppers, with which they purchased bread and herrings.

telly

2015-04-04T16:05:48Z

I've been watching The Good Wife more or less back to back for for last however-many weeks/months. I am now up to Season 5, episode 16. Anyone still here who can talk to me about this? Any lonely TV-watching rats or silverfish roaming the corridors of journal-land?

*echoes*

Spoilers for The Good Wife, Season 5. No, really.

I was actually spoiled for Will's death (I knew roughly which season, but not how, why or exactly when) before I embarked on watching this show properly (I'd seen some episodes some time previously, but it didn't click at the time, for whatever reason). To be honest, I didn't even think I liked Will all that much, at least not to start with. Also, I'm often capable of being pretty hard-hearted when characters die on TV, even when I do like them - sometimes I disturb myself slightly! So, honestly, I didn't expect to be all that upset by it. But, see, I'd got to the point where I'd forgotten it was going to happen, so I was happily going along with the whole new law-firm storyline, and the ballot-stuffing thing and so on. And as it turns out, I AM FUCKING GUTTED AND TRAUMATISED OMG.

:(

I actually watched the episode the other night, and I couldn't sleep afterwards, how ridiculous! I put it down partly to having been immersed in these fictional people's lives for weeks on end - I mean, that is likely to leave a person mildly over-invested. But also, they did a really bloody, horribly good job. It was, to me, extremely reminiscent of how it actually feels when a horrific, shocking thing happen in your real life. Only, because I'd been spoiled, it felt like I'd had some sort of premonition, or something. I'm not sure, maybe that made it worse!

God. Fucking television.

Kids these days...

2015-01-13T00:05:09Z

About ten and a half years ago I wrote a very short comment-fic about Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger, in which very little happened - I actually wrote it in kohaku1977's journal, if memory (and LJ Memory) serves. In due course it got uploaded, along with all my other old stories, to AO3. I tagged it as Brokeback Mountain RPF and backdated it. After that it led a fairly quiet life.

Until now! A new reader has noticed the little fic! But what have they to say?

"how come its posted on 2004 when film release date is on 2005?"

Well, dear reader, that would be because I wrote it before the film was released. But those were crazy times... things were very different back then.

Now go away.

Yuletide and me

2015-01-01T20:11:57Z

I didn't officially sign up for Yuletide this year, just like every other year since 2005 or something. But I did write two Yuletide treats, which was the most enjoyable thing ever! :) Part of the reason I don't do Yuletide any more is that Christmas/December/winter tends not to be the best for me, brain-wise, and I feel like not having the extra pressure. But this way I could be a part of it, write the stories I really wanted to write and feel confident I could give someone a gift they'd enjoy. It was lovely.

Anyway, I wrote:

Wassail
BBC Historical Farm TV RPF for marginaliana
The man from the Ministry is here, and he wants to speak to Alex.

I knew I'd probably end up writing a YT treat in this fandom, but I wasn't sure what. I read marginaliana's Yuletide letter, and then I thought of this idea on the train, and then I wrote it. Trains are good. :)

Defences
Thomas Dolby, Cloudburst at Shingle Street (Song), for kindkit
He hasn't been back to Shingle Street for twenty years.

I'd never heard this song before. I was browsing the requests, and the name Shingle Street jumped out at me, because it's a real place near where I live, and I know it quite well. It's an mysterious, odd place on the coast, associated with all sorts of wartime rumours, which in turn inspired the song. I read kindkit's letter, and it was such a fascinating, interesting request, I immediately felt I had to write it. It's basically an original story, although how successfully it works as one, it's hard for me to tell. I really enjoyed writing it, though.

I've read lots of great stories so far, and hope to read a lot more. Just a few that really stood out:

And All Things Nice by Fahye
Peter Pan.
Peter is a girl and Hook is a woman. This is all about the fear of growing up, and getting older. The writing is great. I think this story is rather brilliant.

I'll Love These Dark Dark Hills Forever by Deepdarkwaters
Billy Elliot
I haven't seen the canon for years, but oh, I enjoyed this so much! Fantastically assured writing, rich with detail and a great sense of time and place. I loved the weight and compassion given here to the lives and motivations of the people who surround Billy.

Mixed Blessings by astrokath
Watership Down
This is a story about the Black Rabbit of Inlé, which means it's about life and death and darkness. It's chilling, but I found it very moving, too.

Resurrection of the Doctors by neveralarch
The Five(ish) Doctors Reboot
If you enjoyed the canon, you'll enjoy this fun story. Tone-perfect.

Oh, and there are more, but I'm a bit tired of typing now.

Special mention for all the other Historical Farm fics, because they're all great. Genuinely, not a dud among 'em. Yuletide has been good to us this year, folks. Or at least, it's been really good to me.

Christmas story number two!

2014-12-23T21:51:24Z

Right, this one's just because we sang Winter Wonderland in our Christmas concert this year, and it got stuck in my head for weeks, and I had to write something to try to expunge it from my brain.

Title: Winterland
Fandom: Winter Wonderland (Song)
Warnings: Peril, Dystopia, Parson Brown

Winterland

Christmas story number one!

2014-12-23T21:07:04Z

Hello again friends. It seems like only yesterday that I was speaking to you via the computing machine, and my leg was hurting.

Last year, a birdgerhl who shall remain nameless had cause to say to me, "Well, at least you're not writing donkey mpreg." I'm afraid I can't remember the context for this comment now, but it matters not. The fact is that I then felt honour-bound to write donkey mpreg. That is why, I'm afraid, this story contains donkey mpreg, but that's not really the point. It is also quite possibly blasphemous, but that's not the point either. The point is that it's a story of extreme Christmassyness and is also a bit soppy. I meant to post it for last Christmas, but by the time I finished it, it was January. So here it is now.

Title: Little Town
Fandom: The Nativity Story
Pairing: Messenger/Servant

Little Town

Hello

2014-12-21T23:50:07Z

I've written a Yuletide treat! And I want to finish another one, but I don't think I'll be in time.

And I've written a special frightening story for Christmas, and I've also got a Christmas story I didn't post last year because when I finished it, it wasn't Christmas any more.

And also my leg hurts because I haven't actually moved for ages, and I need to go to bed now, but I'm still here for some reason.

I've opened a bottle of port, if anyone wants one.

And then there was the day I got on the train and Ed Miliband was sitting in my carriage. Like a real human!

What a December it's been so far. I can't move my leg now! Goodnight!

FIC: "Physical Remains" BBC Historical Farm RPF (Peter/Alex)

2014-11-16T18:57:21Z

Cor blimey I done did write a fic innit. It's only been about four and a half years.

Title: Physical Remains
Rating: PG
Fandom: BBC Historical Farm RPF
Pairing: Peter/Alex
Word Count: 11,800
Summary: “Sometimes,” he tells the camera, “it’s like you’re so close to the past you could almost touch it.” A year on the farm.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is not intended to imply anything about the real people on whom these characters are based.
Additional tags: Team, Friendship
Notes: Thanks to msilverstar and justwolf for beta duties

Physical Remains