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Proposal Operations Expert

Redaptive is looking for a self-motivated, passionate, and collaborative Proposal Operations Expert to work closely with our growing team based in the US & India. This position will collaborate with the Delivery Engineering, Data Analytics, and the Go To Market teams. nJob Responsibilities Construct complex financial models that accurately depict financial summary of multi ECM or solar…

[remotetrove]

Commercial Product Management Associate at Redaptive, Inc

Redaptive is looking for an Associate Product Marketing for our India team who can develop and execute marketing strategy roadmap for our products. We are seeking an experienced, commercially oriented Associate Product Marketing with a strong background in Product Marketing to lead our Sustainability and Energy Solutions Data Solutions product line. The ideal candidate will have extensive…

[cmmandr]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐁𝐂 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀: 𝐂𝐀𝐏 & 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 (  feat. @redapt  ) 

[odisn]

' watch where you’re swinging that. ' ( axe things ?? )

MOMENTARY  SENSE - CHECK ,   BUT  EVERYTHING  SEEMS  IN  ORDER .    Thor breaks into a grin ,  axe twirling effortlessly in one hand .   a natural show - off ,  when the occasion calls for it .   but this is an opportunity to witness Bucky's skillsets at work ,  not a chance to showcase his own .   lightly throws Guðvinr over ,  and flops back onto the grass ,  squinting against the sunlight that illuminates this relaxing day .

❝       your turn .      ❞

                         @redapt    /    p.    /    not accepting.

[unnwin-a]

was fun having an hour - long chat w hannah while I was working  ♡ ♡

[11011925]

DEAREST  MOTHER.     how odd to script such words,  haunting and illuminating at once.  watch as flesh blemishes with trails of goose pimples,  bile that stings throat as emotional burden is swallowed and well worn bravery takes place upon features           that mask worn so well,  only a child when mother did part,  such brutality for one to feel.  responsibility laid upon lap,  clueless in youth in how to cope,  to shut off and focus on thriving with the talk of war looming.  there is an element of stupidity he feels,  to dwell in such a comfort of writing to one beyond the grave,  a letter in which she shall never read nor respond and yet no other he wishes to tell.  still to pour heart upon paper,  grief to splurge amongst ink,  not the intentions of this soldier.  words would twist a tale,  fictitious in places and exaggerated naivety,  innocence would rot inevitably but mother would see only the light within the darkness.   

dearest mother, 

      i went to recruitment last month and signed up,  last week i got the confirmation and it’s official mum,  i’m enlisted.  the training is exactly what i expected,  long hours on and off the field,  which i don’t mind but i never really was one to sit in a classroom and pay attention.  there’s just something about staring at a blackboard that really doesn’t appeal to me.  you know i prefer being outside,  having freedom and not being tied down with homework or academic studies.  being stuck in a room with one person talking is like being brainwashed,  it’s mind numbing.

      not to mention it’s a little bit daunting learning how big the world really is beyond brooklyn.  we spend at least four hours looking at these maps of europe,  all questioning inside exactly what it is we’ll be doing over there and we don’t get much clarity,  we have reports coming in every day and things change.  we jump tomorrow,  we don’t because of weather.  scrap that we’re being deployed on boats,  it’s unpredictable right now but having a daily routine is getting me through it.  and really i don’t mind,  i’ve always wanted this,  not war,  but to be part of something bigger.  to make a change in the world,  however big or small that might be and just to make it a safer place for rebecca to grow up.  and she’s doing really well mum,  maybe that’s what i should have opened this letter on,  to stop you worrying but she’s fine.  

      we write occasionally,  i haven’t told her yet that i’m going away for a while because she’s like you mum,  she worries too much and i just don’t want to burden her with that.  i will tell her before i go but saying goodbye to her will only make leaving harder.  plus it’s not really goodbye because i will be back.  maybe i’ll be like dad and come back a changed man,  perhaps a little less childish and more mature.  then dad might be proud of me,  i think he is now but he always did have a face made of rock,  his war face.

      anyway mum i know this was shorter than the ones previous but i didn’t have much time.  i’ve got a pt lesson in twenty minutes and i’ve made a bet with gabe that i can out run steve so i need to warm up.  you would have loved to have met them mum and they would have loved your homemade apple pie.

      i love you mum and there isn’t a day that passes where i don’t think about you.  i just hope that one day you’ll be proud of the man i become.  

      james.

AND THERE IT WOULD ROT.     ink upon paper to become the memorial of a man lost in the devastation of war.  reputation that unfolded within the decades as belongings passed between the un-wanting,  no desire to have connection to a monster created.  yet finally possessions were dumped within the hands of a museum curator,  filed away and letters left unopened for none to ever see.  UNTIL TODAY.

CLOSED STARTER @redapt

[bllakcat-a]

              send  in  a  “  ⭐️  ”   for  sara  to  compliment  another   mun !  

cue  the  angels  singing   because   tori,   aka   @nibelstrike​​     is   here !    i   have  adored  her   from  afar  since   her  zatanna  days,   and  truly:   everytime  i  see  her  on  the  dash  i   get   heart-eyes !    she  is  so  skilled,   the  graphics  she  does ,   her  writing   &   not  only  does  she  pour  so   much  love  for   tifa,   i  am  convinced   SHE  IS    tifa  !    the  way  she  comes  up   with  verses  and  is  able  to  look  into  little  details ....  ah  yes,   a  true   work  of  art !      not  only  that :  honestly,    she  is  so  kind!   i  know  i  can  always   talk   to  her  on  discord,   and  man  am  i  glad  i  had  the  courage  to  ask   to  add   her!     ALSO  ALSO :    she  gave  me  such  a  huge  compliment  by  saying   Marvel   should   hire  me  to  write   felicia  and    I  WAS  ON  THE  FLOOR !     she  makes  me  feel  at   ease,   and  she  let’s  me  know  she  is  there  when  i  need  her.   i  am  truly  always  looking  forward  to  talking  to  her  but  still  sometimes  i  am  shy  bean,   because  she  is  astonishing  in  so  many  ways!   &  when  i  do,  i feel  silly  for  hesitating  because  tori  is  indeed  so loving  &  welcoming!    she  wants  to  spread  positivity  and  she  is  so  skilled  at  giving  just  the  right  words !     thank  you  for  everything  you  do  tori ! 

              this    “  ⭐️  ”    was   sent  in   by : @redapt​​  !  thank  you  xo

[captainrcgrs]

@redapt​   asked   :      “  i don’t wanna make you feel bad , but i’ve been trying hard not to talk to you .  “ ( this,,, hurts,,, prob post civil war : ) )

                 there was a happy smile on his face a few seconds ago,  joy on his features as he landed in wakanda,  ready to see a best friend he just got back.  but it breaks like glass with only a few words,  smile dying as incomprehension fills him.  steve doesn’t understand what has changed,  what is going on through bucky’s mind for him to not want to talk to steve.  every conversation,  every exchange quickly flashes by but there’s nothing he can pinpoint,  nothing that would explain this change of heart.  but steve is not an idiot,  he doesn’t act out of spite nor out of pride      &&      so he tries to put himself in his friend’s shoes,  to try to understand why he wouldn’t want to speak to him so bad.

                  because his friend went through a lot,  he just got himself back,  from a soviet assassin to bucky,  there must be some things he can’t reconcile,  there must be some thoughts assaulting him.  but that’s where his understanding of the situation comes to a halt,  for the captain only wishes to help      &&      steve can’t imagine that he would have done something wrong,  something that would cause his brother to not want to speak to him.

                 cerulean hues are as bright as they always are but the tight line of his mouth is never really there when he comes to wakanda,  not usually at least.      ❛  have i done something wrong ?  ❜      it seems simple enough,  not something that betrays his pain,  not something that can offend his friend.  he finds himself defenseless here,  he had thought he had found his friend back,  someone from his past that he loved,  that he missed.  it seems he was wrong as if god was playing cruel pranks on him,  like finding his best friend back but him not wanting to have anything to do with steve anymore.   

[remotetrove]

Corporate Strategy Manager at Redaptive, Inc

Redaptive seeks a Corporate Strategy Manager to lead a team supporting development and execution of our corporate strategy. This role provides an opportunity to drive change in an industry-leading sustainability company, solve complex corporate challenges, and contribute significantly to global sustainability solutions. Working closely with Corporate Strategy & Finance, this role aims to align…

[everknight]

FROM: @redapt​ RE:  ‘ i thought i was going to change the world. ’ STATUS: accepting

          so did he but it wasn’t the right time for that.  riding with the rest of the army in order to protect the holy land from those who would defile it.  nicky thought he was going to change the world for the better.  he thought he was going to cleanse it for generations to come.  little did he know that he, too, had been fed a number of lies.  sometimes, when he feels weak, they still haunt them.  there’s thin cracks in the armor he’s put around himself and when the time is right old horrors crawl back.  old guilt.

          a gentle hand lands on the other’s shoulder.  “ you have, “ nicky says simply.  the smile grows and grows until it morphs into a soft chuckle.  their life was hard.  everything about the discovery of death, or lack of it, hit them all in various ways.   most of them couldn’t sleep because extended time meant more weight down upon their shoulders.  the knight wished more than anything that they could see what he sees.  even if they fight for money it takes them places where they can help people.

          “ every day.  every time you speak to something.  you have a good heart, how can you not think that’s affected someone?  multiple people?  that creates change. “

[valiantsword]

FROM: @redapt​ RE:  ❛ I just want to find out the truth. ❜ STATUS: accepting

         the frustration stemmed more from having to replace another shirt than it did anything else.  this was the main reason why he’d gone to plain tee shirts a long time ago.  frustration.  exhaustion.  having to explain, especially in more modern times, why he was wearing a bloody and hole-ridden shirt was becoming more and more difficult.

          hands lift up and calloused palms lightly scratch over his cheeks.  when that doesn’t help he takes a few fingers to rub over his eyebrows.  in the centuries arthur had been alive and with all the time he’d spent with the others their collective experiences couldn’t come up with an answer to that.  they’d thought about it, talked about it, and even shouted to the heavens.  naturally, no one answered them but the scream was cathartic regardless.

          looking around, arthur finds a chair to sit in.  gravity plops him down but before he’s settled he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.  “ i - we - don’t know what that is.  we’ve looked.  we’ve picked brains but... “  hands circle in the air.  “ your guess is as good as mine.  there’s no rhyme or reason as to who and why. “  although, certain soulmates might argue differently.  arthur tended not to stick around when a conversation headed in that direction.  “ we don’t know why it starts and we don’t know why it stops.  i’ve got theories but beyond that i got shit. “  though gruff, he tries to offer something of a sympathetic smile.  “ all we can do is enjoy the time we have. “ 

[storiesforged-a]

lil flower of positivity 🌻! CHY ! i’m so glad you liked this post bc you’re someone who’s a staple on my dash no matter what blog i wind up on. ik we haven’t interacted much ( rip to my nick @addiect that lasted…. 5 seconds ) but i’ve been admiring from afar ; i love the passion you put into all your characters, i love that you take ( criminally ) overlooked muses like maddie and althea and give them so much heart and soul that just pours out into your writing. you are wonderful 💛

[odisn]

SWORD ( he protecc )

IT'S  INSTINCTIVE  :  A  WELL  -  WORN  HEROISM   that leads him to sidestep his companion ,  automatically ending up a barrier between Barnes and their new - found assailants .  he's well aware that Barnes ,  of all people ,  does not need protecting .   and yet he finds himself playing a role he's been raised to play   ;   the protector at all times ,  at all costs .

guns don't lower and the men taunt and jeer ,  albeit with less aplomb when Thor's towering stature all but outright states their impending loss .   the Asgardian doesn't say anything   ---   he doesn't need to .   arms fold across chest ,  Mjolnir at his feet ,  and brown eyes seem to darken ,  even ,  as they bore into the group .    don't even think about it .

and yet at the same time ,  there's a sense of that long - lost arrogance beneath the surface ,  waiting for its moment   ---   which very much so appears with the hissed insult ,  directed at both of them ,  spat at their feet .   the thugs are ready to fire ,  it seems ,  so Thor does what he has to :   he turns to Barnes ,  a smile on his face .

❝      I suppose we have time for a workout before lunch .      ❞

                                @redapt    /    p.

[unnwin-a]

GET IT TOGETHER YA WET BASTARD

you can do it. wanker.

[webbedredhead-blog]

hc meme : something that gives your muse hope !

MJ is a “little history” type of gal. One of the biggest sources of hope for her is the stories of every day people, often forgotten (or used) by the media and left out of history books. For every story she could write about the corruption and chaos of the city, she could write a dozen about small moments with people around her. Stories about a group of kids saving their local youth club hangout, or about an older couple celebrating their 50+ anniversary sustain her. She’s very aware of the realities of the world, that it’s dark and gritty and painful, and that there’s also hundreds of stories about those same people being mistreated, but she believes in humanity, and believes that despite all the hurt, there are good people around. 

She knows there are, because she sees it, and she writes about it. She sees the greedy businessmen trying to shut down the hangout as much as she sees the kids trying to save it, and it gives her hope that those kids are out there trying anyway. Stories of resistance, stories of ordinary people choosing to fight for what they believe in, stories of people refusing to cower and stop living their lives in the face of adversity, are so hopeful for her. It’s little things that keep her going. She recognizes that a story about a teacher showing their students how to make an urban garden isn’t as hard hitting as her piece on the territorial wars happening in the city, but that’s not the point of them. Mary Jane loves people. She loves connection. She loves seeing what urges others onward, and watching them succeed, or even attempt that, gives her hope. 

That, and she looks at people like Peter and Aunt May and remembers that “if you help one person you help everyone”, and applies that to little bits of good in a larger scheme of hurt. She’s not ignoring the war, she’s not pretending it doesn’t exist, but she refuses to overlook all the good that’s there too. After all, what’s the point of fighting if she’s not seeing what they’re fighting for? And then she realizes that most of these super heroes are the same people that cannot for the life of them make dinner at home without burning something, and remembers that 9 times out of 10 it’s ordinary (or semi ordinary) people doing extraordinary things that shape the world both for good and bad, and she just has to believe that more people will choose good. 

[prodiyal]

@ruinaa​ said / clothing style, concept of home and family, ( and @redapt​ asked ) habits and mannerisms!

CLOTHING.

    tight dresses, cashmere, hasn’t touched polyester since 1996, deep reds and blacks, pearls, diamonds, stilettos. she likes to look good. things that accent her body and project a powerful energy, she is confident and proud and has worked hard for the life she has; so you should fucking know about it. 

CONCEPT OF HOME.

    sasha laughing, the sight of a winding road in the woods, cold vodka on a porch with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, the feeling of a mosin-nagant snugged into the curve of her shoulder as she lined the sights on a target.          pyotr’s voice. olga’s anger. jakob’s hands. alexei, asleep next to her.

HABITS AND MANNERISMS.

    she smokes off and on. until about the eighties/early nineties, when her confidence started to change, she would bite her nails until they bled (this got worse after natasha kidnapped her and face swapped). she sleeps naked unless sasha is in the house, then she has some very expensive calvin klein sleepwear. she is an excellent driver but doesn’t like it. she is extremely attentive to what she eats, what she drinks, how much she exercises.