sheafrotherdon
03 December 2013 @ 09:15 pm
post every day meme, day two!  
Where did Ada Gunderson come from?

Ada is a complete figment of my imagination. I know no one like her, although I think she's a definite Iowa type - hardworking, loves her land, and has no shortage of common sense. I'm not sure I've ever written about Ada's backstory, but she married young and had a happy married life until her husband passed early, in his 50s. They had three kids, all of whom are grown and have left Iowa, and Ada has a good relationship with all three despite the fact that they rarely come back to visit - they're not a family that needs to be together to feel togetherness. Ada's unflappable, because in her time she's weathered three kids under the age of five, tornadoes, a stampeding heifer, floods, two weeks in winter without heat, a dog that liked to snack on road kill, deer in her garden, raccoons in her attic, several governors she thought had the brains of a curly fry, two attempts to cut off her social security payments, a run in with the IRS, fourteen door-to-door salesmen in one summer, chickens that wouldn't lay, chickens that laid too much, and John Sheppard taking up with that Canadian gentleman. And that's just scratching the surface.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
28 November 2013 @ 06:57 pm
Ficlet: Cinnamon Rolls and Pumpkin Pie (A Farm in Iowa story)  
Cinnamon Rolls and Pumpkin Pie (A Farm in Iowa story) by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~700 words, John/Rodney. The family shops for Thanksgiving Dinner. (Also on AO3)

story behind the cut! )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
10 February 2013 @ 03:40 pm
crikey!  
[livejournal.com profile] librarychick_94 has podficced ALL the Farm in Iowa stories, now available as an audiobook [here], with cover art by [livejournal.com profile] greeniron! I'm told the whole thing takes about fourteen hours to listen to - that is amazing! I am blown away by the generosity and talent and dedication it took to produce this - yay!! ♥
 
 
Current Mood: enthralled
 
 
sheafrotherdon
02 April 2011 @ 04:03 pm
Fic: The Best Part (A Farm in Iowa Story)  
The Best Part by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 660 words for [livejournal.com profile] ginaree12, who asked for something from the Farm in Iowa verse, with grateful (and belated!) thanks for her donation to [livejournal.com profile] help_pakistan.

Read more... )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
18 November 2010 @ 08:06 pm
The Regular Morning Flurry (A Farm in Iowa story)  
The Regular Morning Flurry by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 1800 words; a Farm in Iowa story. John/Rodney + Finn (and Burp). Autumn comes, and Finn worries about his trees.

Beta'd by the lovely [livejournal.com profile] dogeared. For dearest [livejournal.com profile] esteefee, with love.

Read more... )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
31 July 2010 @ 03:52 pm
Fic: A Stillness So Right (A Farm in Iowa story)  
A Stillness So Right by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 3500 words, PG (for cursing). Beta'd by the incomparable [livejournal.com profile] dogeared.

For the lovely [livejournal.com profile] esteefee, who won this in [livejournal.com profile] help_haiti lo, so many moons ago. An Iowa moment, the summer after John and Rodney get together, before Finn arrives in their lives.

John doesn't really know what makes him do it . . .  )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
13 July 2010 @ 10:13 pm
Randomly  
Iowa!John went shopping today. He bought this for Rodney:



and this for himself



all shirts from http://raygunsite.com/
 
 
sheafrotherdon
22 February 2009 @ 05:15 pm
 
Not all parenting decisions, John discovers, are weighty things - his decision to make a house rule about farts, for instance, happens the day it occurs to him that he's going to have to stop letting rip in front of his son, or he's going to have to teach him that home is one thing, and not-home is another. Frankly, he likes a good fart, feels the satisfaction of it deep in his Y chromosome places, so it's not much of a choice to make, requires no philosophical wrangling.

It's a rule with which Rodney is not altogether comfortable, considering that sometimes, when the chili's been made with an awful lot of beans, John and Finn sit out on the porch steps and fart in something like syncopated rhythm. John points out that Rodney farts in front of him, and Rodney says yes, well, that's different, isn't it? You took me for Cheerios and blanket-hogging, so -. And John says, we'll teach him not to fart in front of other people, not to act as if it's the best thing he's done in his short and colorful life - where's the harm? Which makes Rodney splutter and gasp, have you SMELLED THEM? And John starts to laugh, a cheerful braying, and you're hopeless, Rodney tells him, completely hopeless and sometimes you smell.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
20 April 2008 @ 04:04 pm
Addendum (an Iowa story)  
Addendum by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 750 words, for [livejournal.com profile] dogeared. The morning after the Ferris-Wheel-night-before. R.

They make it to bed and sprawl there, half asleep . . . )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
19 April 2008 @ 11:02 pm
Ficlet: The Apex of it All (A Farm in Iowa story)  
The Apex of it All ([A Farm in Iowa Story]) by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 1800 words, NC17, inspired by [this]. With thanks, as ever, to [livejournal.com profile] dogeared for beta!

John's been tinkering with the truck for the better part of the afternoon . . . )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
24 March 2008 @ 07:23 pm
Ficlet: You, Sir, Are a Dumbass (an Iowa moment)  
You, Sir, Are a Dumbass by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 1000 words, PG, John/Rodney. An Iowa moment for [livejournal.com profile] mcsmooch. Thanks, as ever, to [livejournal.com profile] dogeared for wrangling all the boots.

[over heeeeeere!]
 
 
 
sheafrotherdon
14 February 2008 @ 09:25 pm
Ficlet: Another Heart (A Farm in Iowa snippet)  
Another Heart by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ Valentine's day at the farm, a little into the future. Beta'd by the lovely [livejournal.com profile] dogeared! ~ 1200 words, PG, ♥. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, ALL!

Ada picks Finn up from preschool on Valentine's Day. . . )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
31 January 2008 @ 02:40 pm
Fic: The Ballad of the Lincoln Cafe (A Farm in Iowa Story)  
Fic: The Ballad of the Lincoln Café (A [Farm in Iowa] story)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, sadly, not mine.
Summary: Amid familial chaos of all kinds, John and Rodney realize something is missing . . . ~20,000 words.

A/N: For [everyone] who donated to [livejournal.com profile] fire_fic for the production of this story – I only wish I could have finished it sooner for you all! Mad thanks to [livejournal.com profile] yin_again for letting me pick her brain, to [livejournal.com profile] girlnamedpixley for figuring out why and where I was stuck (and getting me unstuck!), and to [livejournal.com profile] dogeared for her amazing beta skills once again. Beautiful cover art by the delicious [livejournal.com profile] siriaeve.


It might have been nice, John thinks, pulling suitcases down out of the attic, to have thought ahead – to have taken a couple of weeks of plain old ordinary time for themselves before committing to a trip to Toronto. But thinking ahead is not exactly his family's forte . . . )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
20 December 2007 @ 11:37 am
Ficlet: Iowa, Christmas Eve  
Iowa: Christmas Eve by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ BOYS. PG, 500 words

[Over at mscmooch]
 
 
sheafrotherdon
31 October 2007 @ 07:04 pm
EX-DERMY-ATE (with a tug o' the forlock to [personal profile] serialkarma)  
If I had more energy and time, I would absolutely be writing the story of Halloween in Iowa, just before Finn turns two, when John's wondering if they should buy Finn a costume from Old Navy ("Pirate? Chicken?" "They sell chicken suits?" "Yeah." "Okay, that's just weird.") but Rodney protests, hemming and hawing and generally suggesting that he has it all under control. And John's not convinced but lets it be, and ignores the two charges ($37.85; $52.34) from Home Depot and the strange noises that come from the attic and the way Finn keeps getting silver paint in his hair at odd points over the next three weeks. Twice Finn says something like "An' then I'm gonna . . ." before realizing he has a secret, a good one! And then he claps his tiny hands over his mouth and giggles maniacally while Rodney rolls his eyes and tells him to eat his spaghetti or there'll be no mudpies before bedtime.

And then it's Halloween, and John comes home early so that they can all drive into town to the trick or treat festival down by the courthouse. Rodney's picked Finn up already, and as John opens the kitchen door, he can hear Rodney's muffled curses and Finn yelling EX-DERMY-ATE, EX-DERMY-ATE and Rodney saying, "please, no, just hold still, I have to . . ." while Finn yells EX-DERMY-ATE even louder. And then there's a squeal of glee and the shuffle of feet and Finn comes running into the kitchen, outfitted as a Dalek, face showing through a cut-out in a silver-painted, cardboard panel, real lights flashing on his chest, and a sink plunger wobbling above his forehead. "EX-DERMY-ATE," Finn yells with a grin, and John thinks this is the cutest damn harbinger of evil he's ever seen, but he holds his hands up in surrender anyway. Which is when Rodney comes around the corner, a long, ratty scarf wound several times around his neck and a long brown coat all but sweeping the floor. He arches an eyebrow and points a tiny flashlight, disguised with paint and plastic, in John's direction. "Sonic screwdriver," Rodney explains.

"EX-DERMY-ATE," Finn yells jubilantly, grabbing his pumpkin-shape pail off the kitchen table and pushing open the screen door.

"Does this mean I'm your companion?" John asks, amused.

Rodney tilts his head. "You're pretty sexy," he says at last. "I think you'll do."

And of course they rake in the candy, Finn staggering under the weight of it before they're done, causing Rodney to turn to John, snap his fingers and say, "Hello? Assistant? I think you should be assisting?" And it's okay because they're all 'assisting' the situation pretty soon, stuffing their faces with chocolate, meandering a path between houses, Finn's balance slightly off kilter if his sink plunger tips to the left. By the time they get home he's exhausted, so they put him to bed still in his costume, hands full of Heath bars and Rolos and fruit chews, and though they take the time to make a bacon sandwich a-piece and drink a beer, it's not long before John and Rodney are headed to bed as well.

Only the night's been pretty silly, and John pads back from the bathroom and slides in between the sheets whispering, "Oh, Doctor," and Rodney snorts. That's all it takes - suddenly they're helpless with laughter, and John has to bury his face in his pillow to save his HAR HAR HARs from waking Finn. Rodney rolls over and presses his face to John's back and he's shaking with it, the effort of being quiet, and just when they think they're back under control, he asks, "should I call you Rose or Martha," and John cups him through his boxers and smirks, "what about Jack?" And they're off again, clutching their sides and exchanging kisses as they wheeze and laugh and grin and smile, and eventually they collapse in a heap, still chuckling from time to time.

(John doesn't remember falling asleep, but he remembers waking up only too vividly, since Finn sticks his head over the edge of the bed and yells "EXDERMYATE" at precisely 6.05am.)

[now with an illustration by winkingstar!]
 
 
sheafrotherdon
08 October 2007 @ 07:47 pm
Fic: Pointed Ears, Pink Faces and Button Noses  
Fic: Pointed Ears, Pink Faces and Button Noses (A Farm in Iowa Apocryphon)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
Rating: PG
Summary: John and Rodney wait. And wait. And wait. And then –
A/N: This was [livejournal.com profile] aesc's idea, and [livejournal.com profile] dogeared was the lovely beta! In celebration of the arrival of SFH, the Weelett (as I hear he's being called about town).

'Ohdearohdearohdearohdear,' Rodney mumbles to himself, pacing back and forth between vending machine and waiting room doors. )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
06 September 2007 @ 03:28 pm
Fic: Rodney's Story (a Farm in Iowa interlude)  
Fic: Rodney's Story (A Farm in Iowa Interlude)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, so very sad, but they're not mine
Summary: John finds out why Rodney left after their first night together.
A/N: Inspired by conversation with [livejournal.com profile] beadattitude, [livejournal.com profile] girlnamedpixley and [livejournal.com profile] aesc, beta'd by the impeccable [livejournal.com profile] siriaeve. I only hope I did Rodney justice. ~2000 words.

'Di you pid uppeh dy-ceanin?' Rodney asks, poking his head around the bathroom door. )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
30 August 2007 @ 07:22 pm
A little apocryphal Iowa :D  
Someone anonymously left this link on a previous post of mine - thank you, whomever you are!

The Iowa District Court for Polk County today ruled that same-sex couples must be allowed to marry under the equal protection provisions of the Iowa constitution.

I'm quite sure this decision will be appealed, so it's not over yet - indeed the Des Moines Register's coverage [suggests as much]. Still, it's awesome, and over at the Farm . . . )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
27 July 2007 @ 08:57 am
Fic: A Big Stupid Glory of Being Wrong All The Time (A Farm in Iowa story)  
Fic: A Big Stupid Glory Of Being Wrong All the Time (A Farm in Iowa story)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, I'm merely playing in the sandbox.
Summary: Families, neighbors, mothers and sons. Sometimes your biggest problem isn't figuring out which galaxy you want to live in. ~15,000 words
A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you to [livejournal.com profile] dogeared for saving me (as usual) from a rash of commas, muddled tenses, and general confusion. The art at the beginning of the story was created by the wonderful, talented [livejournal.com profile] fan_this.

John wakes up three times that first night back home . . . )