baby steps!
Wow, can't believe it's been this long since I posted! Everything is well here. I still haven't found work, but I have found a better direction for my job search. Basically I want to do something higher education oriented, whether as an administrator/program manager or advising/coaching or plain old teaching (although not as an adjunct; something FT with benefits, please). So it's exciting to have kind of condensed my desires into something even that expressible. It only took 34 years. /o\
Fannishly, I spend way too much time on twitter. But tonight I was able to actually write some 3-sentence ficlets for last week's All The Things Friday at be-compromised:
Feathers (prompt was "feathers" by inkvoices)
After greeting him at the door of their home after his mission, Laura plucked an unutterably soft wisp of a white feather from the sleeve of Clint's silk dress jacket and held it before his eyes, eyebrows raised in question. But before he could answer, Natasha pushed between them in her evening gown and lush, white feather boa, stopping to press her lips familiarly to Laura's before heading upstairs to change. Clint reached and pulled from Laura's shirt another silky wisp, the look in his eyes unutterably soft.
Shit Weather Friends (prompt was "shit weather" by inkvoices)
The thing about being Strike Team Delta and never having an extraction plan was that in the course of finding your own way out of missions gone wrong you could wind up, like now, huddled together under ceaseless, freezing rain out in the open desert without any shelter in sight. You're holding your partner tight so you can both pretend not to shiver when a sudden burst of lightning makes you both dive to the muddy ground and lie flat, struggling to cover each other, and at least one of you is praying, which is why it's funny all of a sudden when Thor lands close by, looking apologetic but also elated to have found you both, and sorry for the lightning, but he needed the light to aid his search.
What you learn is that the thing about being Avengers after so long as Strike Team Delta is you have to get used to teammates who will always help with extraction, and that's probably for the best.
Someone's Getting Married (prompt was "unexpected marriage" by alphaflyer)
When the fancy white envelopes arrive at their Stark Tower mailboxes--pretty much out of the blue--Clint and Natasha share confused glances and tear them open with grim efficiency. "Well, you owe me twenty dollars," Natasha says, echoing Clint's thought as they scan and then reread the invitations several times over:
"Steven Grant Rogers and Maria Hill cordially invite you to celebrate their nuptials."
Fannishly, I spend way too much time on twitter. But tonight I was able to actually write some 3-sentence ficlets for last week's All The Things Friday at be-compromised:
Feathers (prompt was "feathers" by inkvoices)
After greeting him at the door of their home after his mission, Laura plucked an unutterably soft wisp of a white feather from the sleeve of Clint's silk dress jacket and held it before his eyes, eyebrows raised in question. But before he could answer, Natasha pushed between them in her evening gown and lush, white feather boa, stopping to press her lips familiarly to Laura's before heading upstairs to change. Clint reached and pulled from Laura's shirt another silky wisp, the look in his eyes unutterably soft.
Shit Weather Friends (prompt was "shit weather" by inkvoices)
The thing about being Strike Team Delta and never having an extraction plan was that in the course of finding your own way out of missions gone wrong you could wind up, like now, huddled together under ceaseless, freezing rain out in the open desert without any shelter in sight. You're holding your partner tight so you can both pretend not to shiver when a sudden burst of lightning makes you both dive to the muddy ground and lie flat, struggling to cover each other, and at least one of you is praying, which is why it's funny all of a sudden when Thor lands close by, looking apologetic but also elated to have found you both, and sorry for the lightning, but he needed the light to aid his search.
What you learn is that the thing about being Avengers after so long as Strike Team Delta is you have to get used to teammates who will always help with extraction, and that's probably for the best.
Someone's Getting Married (prompt was "unexpected marriage" by alphaflyer)
When the fancy white envelopes arrive at their Stark Tower mailboxes--pretty much out of the blue--Clint and Natasha share confused glances and tear them open with grim efficiency. "Well, you owe me twenty dollars," Natasha says, echoing Clint's thought as they scan and then reread the invitations several times over:
"Steven Grant Rogers and Maria Hill cordially invite you to celebrate their nuptials."