Freakish Lemon

Title: Miscommunication
Fandom: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms
Rating: General Audiences
Characters: The Doctor (Doctor Who) & Rory Williams, The Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Rory Williams
Tags:
Word Count: 1,170

Summary: “So…” Rory dragged the word out as his eyes followed up and up and up the side of the monstrous stone structure in front of him. “This is the castle.”

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/774271


Notes:
Originally posted at my LiveJournal on June 30th, 2010.


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Title: Impossible
Fandom: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005),Doctor Who & Related Fandoms
Warning: Major Character Death
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Characters: Amy Pond, Rory Williams, Eleventh Doctor, brief Vincent Van Gogh
Tags:Amy/Rory, Eleventh Doctor & Rory Williams, series 5 spoilers
Word Count:3,615

Summary: People fall out of the world, sometimes, but they always leave traces…


AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/774254

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Look, I'm not saying this site feels old. I'm just saying that uploading my user icon and choosing my journal layout and looking at the lists of hex code colors in the theme that I could customize if I prioritized spending time with digital color swatches is flashing me back to ten years ago when LiveJournal was King. This seems very strange. Probably doubly so because I haven't written blog posts like this in about ten years either. Tumblr was never my blogging jam - it's gifsets and cooperative fanfic and buried news headlines, but it was never a blog for me in the way the LJ was a blog.

Strangely, going back to this format as a version of things that I post feels right to me? I dunno. A fair bit of the past couple of months, as wool festival season winds down and I can stew in all the new/old ideas that I've absorbed from farm booths, has been dedicated to re-imagining pieces of my life going backwards a bit. My parents haven't had a vegetable garden in years, but I spent the past weekend pulling raspberry vines out of the garden space for spring planting (dye plants AND vegetables!). I've officially started a natural dyeing journey? Practice? Discipline? (It's a long process once you get yourself started on the leafy stuff and not the packaged powders). Frankly, Captain Planet-esque catchphrases about reducing, reusing, and recycling have really picked up in volume and frequency.

It just seems appropos that, when I'm in this period of self reflection and metamorphosis, I return to something quite like what my formative years relied on to stretch out in the beginnings of personhood.


That, or I have been spending way too much time binge-listening to Nick Offerman's audiobooks. Dude has poetic phrasing that earworms its way into my brain.