#i'm probably always gonna dream about rerwriting it and publishing it someday

[smallblueandloud]

AAH TALK ABOUT babies and twins of my heartf, season 3, and a thousand years!! you have SO MANY WIPS IT’S SO EXCITED

:D i’m excited that you’re excited!!

okay so babies and twins of my heart (named after my tag for the twins) is nominally about luke and leia bonding in the space between episodes iv and v. really it’s just a mess of headcanons and feelings that i’m hoping to refine when i get back to star wars, whenever that is lmao.

“You’re the new pilot, aren’t you? The one who got the lucky shot on the Death Star.”

“It wasn’t lucky, ma’am,” says Luke, smiling so she knows he isn’t trying to disrespect her. “It was the Force.”

“You and Leia must get along wonderfully,” she says, like his aunt used to say You and Biggs are going out again, aren’t you. Not really a question, not especially sarcastic, and fond. “I’m Mon Mothma. It’s nice to meet you, Skywalker.”

season 3 is chapter 3 of the magnum opus, aka the agents of shield rerwite i will never stop complaining about. it’s uh. it’s Going. i haven’t proofread this scene at all but i skimmed and this line from maveth looked good:

Jemma frowns. “Actually, I’m not sure we even count as government employees anymore. S.H.I.E.L.D. sort of... imploded, recently? It’s a long story. The point is, yes, we are allowed to be queer now.”

and a thousand years.... whew. okay. i wrote this in late 2017 slash early 2018? i don’t know what doctor who fics i was writing while i worked on this, and tbh it doesn’t matter. i consider this my first real fic. coincidentally, it will Never, Ever see the light of day in its current form. snippets are all i’m ever planning on posting lmao.

but it’s clintnatlaura and it’s my own interpretation of how they got together, in the style of nor need we power or splendor and fics like that. it was going to have four parts, and i think i only finished part 1? god, it really was 8.5k. i really did that. it wasn’t TERRIBLE, actually, but it really didn’t feel like enough of my own idea for me to be inspired to write any more. i still reference the timeline i created for that fic for my other cnl fics, though! have the first few paragraphs:

Clint Barton, alias Hawkeye, signed S.H.I.E.L.D. employment papers in 1991. The young marksman, according to his file, got on their radar with his trick shots at a circus somewhere in Arkansas. Clint was asked to please not contradict this story by Nick Fury himself.

“What’s wrong with the real story?” Clint asked, ready to spread it anyway. “I don’t want to start off by spreadin’ rumors.” He smirked, slow and lazy. “Sir.”

“It makes us look like a bunch of dumbasses,” Fury replied, turning towards his desk and rubbing his remaining eye. “And ‘us’ now includes you, young man, so don’t even think about it.” He looked up from where he was stacking papers. “If you don’t break every record in our shooting range by Wednesday, I’m going to include in those rumors that you exaggerated your skills. Go.”

Fury sat down behind his desk and went back to his files. Clint turned and left.