Friday of fic
Jan. 11th, 2013 10:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceitfiannaToday was quiet but it had a few really bright spots. One of the main middle school teachers has really taken me under her wing and she at the end of today asked me to watch one of her classes on Monday. She's part of a search committee that keeps meeting when she's teaching, so I'm helping her out. It feels wonderful to know that I'm trusted that much.
This past week was overall pretty quiet because next week are exams so all the kids have been fairly focused on work. My two programmers have been full of energy as always but they do tell me what they're doing, which I'm grateful for. Sometimes they kind of push to see what I'll let them do and they know I'm going to keep an eye on it but I don't think they begrudge me. It feels like they're glad I'm taking an interest even though they would like it better if I let them do all they wanted to.
The weather has also gone from bitterly cold to wet and warmer, which I like. Tomorrow I think I'm going to wander around downtown Birmingham, spend some holiday money and maybe catch a movie. I'm also hoping to do more setting up of my apartment. At this point there aren't a lot of boxes left but there's nothing on the walls and that always makes me feel like my place is even more mine. I want to get a shelving unit for my kitchen as my cupboards are nice but don't hold all my stuff and I want more options for arranging. I promise that there will be pictures on here of the place soon.
Now in fic news, I just wrote a fill for the Aren't You Glad You Left Livejournal" Anniversary Fic Exchange/Festival/Creatathon. Technically for this fill, I was filling my own prompt but the idea was there and there's fic, that's the bit that counts. I'll post it up on Ao3 later tonight.
An understanding. X-Men movieverse, Batman Nolanverse, Charles Xavier, the Joker, John Blake, PG for language and mentions of violence.
It was also a nicely busy Twitter Fic Friday, so here are all those fills. Looking over apparently it was a matter of lots of requests from a few people, still I like all that I wrote.
For @yakalskovich
Erik and Charles, blue skies
Erik watched Charles' eyes as he held the gun, they were almost the same color as the sky but full of concern, "Just trust me."
Moist, tight corner
Moist didn't like the way Vimes looked at him, because he couldn't tell what was going on behind his eyes and which lie to use.
Tiwa, wilting in the heat
Wellington doesn't get that hot, all the wind helps but today, the wind's somewhere else and she's wishing for lots of rain.
For @thisisyourfault
William&Mark - grown men
When Mark comes to Bisbee from his clinic, he thinks that his brother looks more and more like their father; tired and lean.
Moist - in the Firefly verse
The problem with ships was that they were known, it took more time to transform a ship than a horse or a mule, but freedom.
Dem&Jane - the way we make things grow
Demeter brushed her hair and said, "Your words inspire love, my dear. It surrounds you even if its not what you imagined it."
Will&Red Pollard - shock of red
Red gaped at the man who looked out of a Wyeth illustration before he caught sight of the red under his hand, far too dark.
This past week was overall pretty quiet because next week are exams so all the kids have been fairly focused on work. My two programmers have been full of energy as always but they do tell me what they're doing, which I'm grateful for. Sometimes they kind of push to see what I'll let them do and they know I'm going to keep an eye on it but I don't think they begrudge me. It feels like they're glad I'm taking an interest even though they would like it better if I let them do all they wanted to.
The weather has also gone from bitterly cold to wet and warmer, which I like. Tomorrow I think I'm going to wander around downtown Birmingham, spend some holiday money and maybe catch a movie. I'm also hoping to do more setting up of my apartment. At this point there aren't a lot of boxes left but there's nothing on the walls and that always makes me feel like my place is even more mine. I want to get a shelving unit for my kitchen as my cupboards are nice but don't hold all my stuff and I want more options for arranging. I promise that there will be pictures on here of the place soon.
Now in fic news, I just wrote a fill for the Aren't You Glad You Left Livejournal" Anniversary Fic Exchange/Festival/Creatathon. Technically for this fill, I was filling my own prompt but the idea was there and there's fic, that's the bit that counts. I'll post it up on Ao3 later tonight.
An understanding. X-Men movieverse, Batman Nolanverse, Charles Xavier, the Joker, John Blake, PG for language and mentions of violence.
It was also a nicely busy Twitter Fic Friday, so here are all those fills. Looking over apparently it was a matter of lots of requests from a few people, still I like all that I wrote.
For @yakalskovich
Erik and Charles, blue skies
Erik watched Charles' eyes as he held the gun, they were almost the same color as the sky but full of concern, "Just trust me."
Moist, tight corner
Moist didn't like the way Vimes looked at him, because he couldn't tell what was going on behind his eyes and which lie to use.
Tiwa, wilting in the heat
Wellington doesn't get that hot, all the wind helps but today, the wind's somewhere else and she's wishing for lots of rain.
For @thisisyourfault
William&Mark - grown men
When Mark comes to Bisbee from his clinic, he thinks that his brother looks more and more like their father; tired and lean.
Moist - in the Firefly verse
The problem with ships was that they were known, it took more time to transform a ship than a horse or a mule, but freedom.
Dem&Jane - the way we make things grow
Demeter brushed her hair and said, "Your words inspire love, my dear. It surrounds you even if its not what you imagined it."
Will&Red Pollard - shock of red
Red gaped at the man who looked out of a Wyeth illustration before he caught sight of the red under his hand, far too dark.
