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how the most dangerous thing is to love

5 times Q unintentionally hurt James by triggering memories of Vesper, and one time it was a comfort (the being mean to Bond fic). 5,300 words

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“What could 009 have possibly said to have you smiling like that?” Bond demanded. He had passed the other agent on his way to see Q for equipment, having come in just as 009 was finishing up his own business with the Quartermaster.

Q sighed exhaustedly and rolled his eyes. “Honestly, 007, I don’t know why you waste your energy being jealous of him. You’ve more charm in your little finger than he does in his whole body.”

Bond froze, his expression stunned before quickly shuttering. When he remained quiet rather than offering a dig at 009 or a quip in return, Q eyed him curiously.

“007?”

Bond blinked, looking past Q with a blank expression. “Sorry. Forgot to tell Tanner something,” he said curtly, spinning on his heel and striding quickly back out of Q’s workshop.

“007? …Bond!” Q was abruptly on his own again in the workshop. What the devil was that all about? Q had expected flirtation in return, as was Bond’s wont, perhaps a salacious comment about what he could do with said finger. He’d thought he was giving the man a compliment, but it seemed to have landed wrong, somehow. He was quite certain that Bond didn’t actually have to speak with Tanner.

No matter, Q told himself. He didn’t have time to wonder over the agent’s moods. He had hoped for a bit of distraction when Bond came in, as he was usually good for a bit of banter, if not outright flirting, and he was a treat to look at, but Q supposed that would have to wait until later. He had equipment to clean and put away, and a distressing number of emails awaiting responses. Bond was bound to come back, as he needed to get his gear before leaving for his flight to Taiwan in the early hours of the following morning. Q had plenty to occupy himself with until then.

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WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like "love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end" I need it to feel whole help me please

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this sign left no survivors

Un-ironically a big fan of this poster

ohhhh my god webb got an image of the pillars of creation and it’s absolutely STUNNING.

here it is compared to hubbles image:

Hero Rats

Jason: You've all heard of elf on the shelf, now get ready for-

Jason: *placing a pot on Dick's head* A thot in a pot

Dick:

Dick: *getting up from his seat* Get ready for a bitch in a ditch because that's where you're gonna find your body, you little fu-

september is coming up so here’s your yearly reminder to leave billie joe armstrong the fuck alone

“I like this place

and could willingly waste my time in it.”

—William Shakespeare