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(Alternatively, “arrows” Clint likes to leave in Coulson’s workspace)
"Barton," Coulson said, calmly. "I am going to pretend that these,” he indicated the tidy pile of foil confetti on the corner of his desk, “are arrows, and not exactly what they look like.”
Clint picked up one of the tiny shapes. “Arrows, really?” They looked a little like arrows - badly made ones. “I don’t think a bow exists that would fire something shaped like this. Can’t we just call ‘em dicks? It hurts my professional pride to call these things arrows.”
"If this happens again, you’ll be attending one of HR’s seminars on sexual harassment in the workplace. How would your professional pride like that?"
"I suppose we could say love arrows," Clint mused.
"Am I clear? This kind of thing is not suitable for the workplace."
Clint’s eyes lit up. “So personal living spaces are okay? Awesome.” He scooped up the confetti. “Bye, sir.”
"Barton-" Coulson began, but it was too late. He wondered where Clint would scatter the stuff. His bed? His underwear drawer?
Coulson picked up the envelope that held two weekend passes to the local comic con. For their next anniversary, he would not say ‘Surprise me’ when Clint asked what he wanted. He loved his gift, but Clint’s surprise - dick-shaped confetti exploding out of a rigged gift box - was not his idea of a good time.
A piece of confetti fell from the ceiling and landed on his desk. Maintenance was going to love this.
Who is Marjorie M. Liu?
Attorney, novelist, and comic book writer are just a few of Marjorie Liu’s occupations. Born in Philadelphia, she attended law school at the University of Wisconsin. After traveling for 16 years throughout Asia and working in a U.S. embassy in Beijing, China, Liu made the decision to give up law to become a full time writer. Currently, Liu is a New York Times bestselling author.
What has she written?
Since she is both a novelist and comic book writer, Liu exists in the best of both worlds:
Comics (a complete list can be found here)
Astonishing X-Men #48-68 (undoubtedly one of the best runs I have ever read)
Black Widow: Name of the Rose #1-5 (a great entry point for many Black Widow fans)
X-23 #1-21 (following Laura Kinney in her own ongoing)
Dark Wolverine #75-90 (following Daken, Wolverine’s son)
Daken: Dark Wolverine #1-9 (also following Daken, Wolverine’s son)
NYX #1-6 (follows Kiden Nixon, a mutant who can manipulate time)
Novels (a complete list can be found here)
The Dirk and Steele series (paranormal romance)
Hunter Kiss series (urban fantasy)
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The richness and depth of the book is universally respected yet often undiscovered as the monopoly of the form and relevance of the information fades over time. The book’s intended function has decreased and the form remains linear in a non-linear world. By altering physical forms of information and shifting preconceived functions, new and unexpected roles emerge. This is the area I currently operate in. Through meticulous excavation or concise alteration I edit or dissect communicative objects or systems such as books, maps, tapes and other media. The medium’s role transforms. Its content is recontextualized and new meanings or interpretations emerge.
While I’m thinking about it, let’s just take a look at this little before-and-after shot, shall we? The number at the top is the total cost of my insulin for one month. The bottom number is what I pay, thanks to my insurance. Before I shifted over to an insulin pump, I was getting two types of insulin, one that was fast-acting (for meals and high blood sugars), and one that was slow-acting (to keep my blood sugar levels low and even in between meals/overnight). So about this number. Times two.
My family’s insurance was provided through my mother’s job. I’m no longer on their insurance - I have a job of my own that provides it - but for a long time I shared their coverage and held my breath every time I walked into a pharmacy because never in my life has picking up life-preserving medication been such a fucking crapshoot. My little sister was twice removed from our family’s insurance because of “preexisting conditions” - she, like me, is diabetic.
To get her back on the family plan, my mother had to spend hours arguing with HR personnel, then insurance company representatives, and probably would have been utterly lost were she not a member of a healthcare profession. The insurance company did not notify our family either time my sister was dropped. They were not required to do so. In other words, my mother had to resort to pocketing the masses of half-used insulin bottles her health organization would have discarded (as they are required to do after administering one dose from the bottle, think about that one for a minute) in order to keep my sister from being hospitalized while we figured out how the hell to get her back on the insurance again. I say we, but really, it was my mother.
Over and over again, while I was in school and after, we had to do the run-around to “justify” my need for the insulin I was prescribed. My saying “I’m diabetic” was not enough. We had to have doctors fax paperwork, fresh prescriptions, signed documents testifying to the fact that I was in fact diabetic and that I did in fact need insulin to live. Many times they tried to say that they were not aware of my ‘condition’ at the time I was added to my parents insurance, and would try to drop me upon receiving confirmation that I was diabetic. More than once, I had to string a few doses of insulin out over days, saving them for when my blood sugar was highest, eating as little as possible in between.
They can’t do this any more.
Thanks to Obamacare, insurance companies are no longer legally permitted to deny coverage based on preexisting conditions. I cannot be charged more or denied treatment. I am granted the same right to live as an able-bodied person, and the means by which to do so in an affordable manner.
When people scream about Obamacare ruining the healthcare system (laughable), taking rights from corporations (corporations should not have ‘rights’), and making things harder for those who can afford insurance on a day-to-day basis, I just… I can’t even be angry.
All I can do is look back on the years of wrestling to survive and want to cry, because the thought of going back to that after the sense of freedom I’ve gotten from being able to walk into a pharmacy, state my name, and pick up what I need to live without wondering how they’re going to try and keep it from me today… The people who complain about Obamacare can’t possibly, possibly know what that’s like. And the spiteful part of me wishes that they had to.
My progress (week 16):
Marvel Bang, final draft deadline October 15 - no title yet, 8049 words, (I made the first deadline, now to finish)
Zombie Fest bonus round, deadline September 27 - Zombie Hunters, Assemble, MCU zombie apocalypse AU: 0 words but I’ve started to have thinky-thoughts about it - now with added research!
C/C Collaboration chapter, first draft deadline October 25 - no title yet, 0 words (just a general idea of what I want to do right now, some dialogue I may end up using)