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age lines meme...wait, that's not right
I actually have more than enough stories to do this now! I am continually shocked I managed to finish that many, seriously. From newest to oldest:
[1] Harold hadn't planned for this to happen, exactly.
[2] It's a quiet day in the library – reprogramming his bluejacking protocol to cover the latest smartphone updates – when Harold's text alert goes off.
[3] "Mr. Reese?"
[4] Birkhoff knows he’s fucked when he is escorted right past the prison transport and into the waiting doors of the creepy black SUV, which might as well be pink and bedazzled with GOVERNMENT GOONS INSIDE XXX for all the stealth it has.
[5] When they came into the safehouse, Clint tossed his bag on the right side of the bed, and Coulson...twitched.
[6] The guards shoved Clint unceremoniously back into the cell, with a parting elbow to his kidneys.
[7] His dreams are black and red, and the shadows are everywhere.
[8] The Starks were dead.
[9] These days, Natasha's job involves a lot more literal ass-kicking than it used to, but she was trained in espionage first, and has worked with and trained many others since.
[10] "Tony, we had a deal."
[11] For some reason, it was always robots in Amsterdam.
[12] Any experienced SHIELD agent quickly learned that information about the nutritional vices of one’s co-workers was incredibly valuable.
[13] “I've been thinking about gyroscopes a lot lately.”
[14] "The last guests are leaving now, sir."
[15] Damien stared at the contents of his fridge and decided to trash all the remaining food with extreme prejudice.
[16] "Hello, Mr. Lee."
[17] Celebrating a wedding in Wonderland, Alice thought, didn't make the toasts any less boring.
[18]The new tech takes three days to figure out Cougar is a woman, and only then because he asks to borrow her razor.
[19] Castiel returned to life in the restroom of a small gas station near Ypsilanti, Michigan.
[20] Dani lay in the quiet of Crews' guestroom and tried not to feel exposed.
[21] "You pay taxes with invisible money?"
I lived in…
Age 17 and Now: Austin, Texas. At 17, I was living with my parents, naturally. Now, I rent a house with my twin sister![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
inmyriadbits.
I drove:
Age 17: one of my parents' minivans. Oh yeah.
Now: Okay, this is legit hilarious. I don't own a car, but my Granny is too old to drive her car, so she is letting me and Linds share it. My grandfather gave it to her for her eightieth birthday.
So sometimes I drive a fire-engine red Mustang, and sometimes I take the bus. :D
I was in a relationship with:
Age 17 and Now: Nobody. *sigh*
I feared:
Age 17: College applications. Being lonely. My favorite TV shows getting canceled (can't remember what they would have been in 2004, but I'm sure there was something). Um. I'm not afraid of many things? I mostly get sad, and then get over it, in cycles.
Now: injuring myself or burning out, the two main reasons people stop working in massage. Losing touch with people.
I worked at:
Age 17: I didn't have a *job*, but I did have an internship with the city's Watershed Protection and Development Department. Mostly this involved data entry and fighting the forces of disorganization (the room full of horribly rolled maps still haunts me, as does my supervisor's foot-deep arranged-by-sedimentation desk of paperwork), but I did get to go down into an urban cave, count endangered salamanders, and collect water samples. I also know the names and locations of all of the springs that comprise Barton Springs. Yay?
Now: a massage therapy clinic. Different form of yay!
I wanted to be:
Age 17: I think I still wanted to be a marine biologist at that point. Science and stories, those were my interests.
Now: A massage therapist who moonlights as a writer? And eventually maybe vice versa? Ugh, don't ask. I'm having fun right now.
[1] Harold hadn't planned for this to happen, exactly.
[2] It's a quiet day in the library – reprogramming his bluejacking protocol to cover the latest smartphone updates – when Harold's text alert goes off.
[3] "Mr. Reese?"
[4] Birkhoff knows he’s fucked when he is escorted right past the prison transport and into the waiting doors of the creepy black SUV, which might as well be pink and bedazzled with GOVERNMENT GOONS INSIDE XXX for all the stealth it has.
[5] When they came into the safehouse, Clint tossed his bag on the right side of the bed, and Coulson...twitched.
[6] The guards shoved Clint unceremoniously back into the cell, with a parting elbow to his kidneys.
[7] His dreams are black and red, and the shadows are everywhere.
[8] The Starks were dead.
[9] These days, Natasha's job involves a lot more literal ass-kicking than it used to, but she was trained in espionage first, and has worked with and trained many others since.
[10] "Tony, we had a deal."
[11] For some reason, it was always robots in Amsterdam.
[12] Any experienced SHIELD agent quickly learned that information about the nutritional vices of one’s co-workers was incredibly valuable.
[13] “I've been thinking about gyroscopes a lot lately.”
[14] "The last guests are leaving now, sir."
[15] Damien stared at the contents of his fridge and decided to trash all the remaining food with extreme prejudice.
[16] "Hello, Mr. Lee."
[17] Celebrating a wedding in Wonderland, Alice thought, didn't make the toasts any less boring.
[18]The new tech takes three days to figure out Cougar is a woman, and only then because he asks to borrow her razor.
[19] Castiel returned to life in the restroom of a small gas station near Ypsilanti, Michigan.
[20] Dani lay in the quiet of Crews' guestroom and tried not to feel exposed.
[21] "You pay taxes with invisible money?"
I lived in…
Age 17 and Now: Austin, Texas. At 17, I was living with my parents, naturally. Now, I rent a house with my twin sister
inmyriadbits.I drove:
Age 17: one of my parents' minivans. Oh yeah.
Now: Okay, this is legit hilarious. I don't own a car, but my Granny is too old to drive her car, so she is letting me and Linds share it. My grandfather gave it to her for her eightieth birthday.
So sometimes I drive a fire-engine red Mustang, and sometimes I take the bus. :D
I was in a relationship with:
Age 17 and Now: Nobody. *sigh*
I feared:
Age 17: College applications. Being lonely. My favorite TV shows getting canceled (can't remember what they would have been in 2004, but I'm sure there was something). Um. I'm not afraid of many things? I mostly get sad, and then get over it, in cycles.
Now: injuring myself or burning out, the two main reasons people stop working in massage. Losing touch with people.
I worked at:
Age 17: I didn't have a *job*, but I did have an internship with the city's Watershed Protection and Development Department. Mostly this involved data entry and fighting the forces of disorganization (the room full of horribly rolled maps still haunts me, as does my supervisor's foot-deep arranged-by-sedimentation desk of paperwork), but I did get to go down into an urban cave, count endangered salamanders, and collect water samples. I also know the names and locations of all of the springs that comprise Barton Springs. Yay?
Now: a massage therapy clinic. Different form of yay!
I wanted to be:
Age 17: I think I still wanted to be a marine biologist at that point. Science and stories, those were my interests.
Now: A massage therapist who moonlights as a writer? And eventually maybe vice versa? Ugh, don't ask. I'm having fun right now.