Sister Winifred held out the age-worn envelope. Carole gingerly reached for it, aware of how the broad desk separated them: The nun holding truth and history and knowledge while Carole knew only uncertainty.
Many thanks to all who keep reading these little scribbles — this fandom is THE BEST!
Please give me a shout if I get something round the neck.
I actually caught my breath. I can’t wait to see where this is going. There is a depth to your characters that makes them so real. You set a high bar.
I need a Turner family photo. Right now.
The state of Stephen McGann’s nineties career, ladies.
CRYING INTO A PILLOW WITH LAUGHTER
Friendly reminder that this exists.
I cannot stop laughing
Oh no. It’s back.
Chapter 5 of my A/U fic is up. Very indulgent. One more chapter to go and I’m back to the CtM reality. Wait, what? I have gone off the cliff.
D E A D
How utterly cute!