Hi! I'm Jane Foster, although apparently I've been called "that Midgardian woman" (lovingly, I'm sure).
I'll try to keep the intro short! I'm a fairly intelligent woman who used to work in astrophysics, but after a bizarre encounter, I began working for S.H.I.E.L.D. (Unfortunately, I don't think there's really a job title for what I do there.) Now my days are pretty much unpredictable and filled with shenanigans or witty banter - but mostly both.
If you want to know more, please consider gaining superpowers. Kidding! Just sort through my blog, I'm sure you'll learn a thing or two ☺
tracking tag: janeofmidgard.tumblr.com
Clint didn’t say much as he listened to the brunette talk. Although he did follower her into the living room, backpack, quiver, and bow back over his shoulder; before he dropped it down at one end of the couch. “Trust me, beats sleepin’ in a tree.”
Jane looked at her friend quizzically, her head cocked to the side as she tried to figure out whether Clint was joking or not. Well, there was only one way she was going to figure it out. “Are you joking? What are you, a bird?” Jane laughed loudly at her joke and punched Clint lightly on the arm.
He shook his head some and smiled. “Couch is fine, really.” Hell of a lot better than where I have been sleeping. What he said and what he thought were entirely different, and maybe keeping more of the dark horrors of his life was better.
"Thanks for offering a place." A week should be enough time to find a different place, other than another damn homeless shelter. The archer seriously needed to start verbalizing what he was thinking, give her a better idea of what he was going through, but that didn’t mean he would.
Although he still chuckled at her last statement. “Nothin’ with you is weird, Jay-bird.”
"Well then, I’d better get the couch set up!" said Jane as she walked toward her bedroom. She opened her closet and grabbed a pillow and a few sheets, and carried them into the living room. "Oh, just wait until I tell Erik about this, he’ll be thrilled!"
Jane tucked the sheets into the couch and the straightened up, her hands resting on her hips. “Sorry it’s not the most comfortable thing ever, but it’s something.”
Hello followers! Thanks for sticking with me, even as I drop off the map here and there. I took a break to fix up my main blog (it would be awesome if you could check it out and tell me what you think - no follow necessary!), and then some family stuff went down (doesn’t it always?).
Anyway, tl;dr I love you guys, can’t wait to get back to some RP therapy!
Okay so SOPA is back, guys. This time it’s trying to make streaming copyrighted material a felony. Do you know what that means? It means you can be charged and even do jail time for
- Making fanart
- Covering a song
- If there’s a song on on the background of a video, it still counts
- Writing fanfiction
There’s a petition to stop it from happening, and it still needs 82,000 signatures so please sign it here.
Congress, stop trying to make SOPA happen. It’s not gonna happen.
It’s kind of ironic that when I tell people I’m aromantic, they always say “What do you mean you think you’re romantic?”
Blue eyes widened and he blinked a few times to clear up the confusion, wrapping one arm around her waist while the other held the glass away; keeping it from getting damaged.
He was only going to be in town for a few days unless he could pick up a job and a place to stay, then he would be back. But without a brother or family in general he was homeless. Stealing to even get by. But instead of telling her that he set the glass down on the counter and wrapped his other arm around her waist, nuzzling into her hair.
Jane took his silence as a confirmation, mostly because she was too afraid to think otherwise, to lose him again. Reluctantly, she let go of her friends, smiling widely as she spoke. “You could stay with me until you find a place of your own,” suggested Jane, speaking at about a million miles a minute. “I know it’s not a big place, but the couch is really comfortable. I mean, even if couches aren’t really your thing, my bed is definitely big enough for two - at least for a week or so.”
Suddenly she stopped, backtracking while her face turned a deep shade of pink. “Unless that’s weird. Because it is. It’s totally weird isn’t it.”