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Noticed that when the gang was toasting to Bond, Q was the only one to knock back the entire drink.

I was ranting to my friend about 00Q and NTTD then when I told them about this, they told me what if Q was the most affected over Bond’s death.

GIRL IT DIDN’T CROSS MY MIND IMMEDIATELY NOW I’M VERY DEVASTATED

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the thing that makes Bond & Q fun together is that Q perhaps does act as a sort of stabilizing force for Bond. But like don't get it twisted, Q is his own brand of Causing Problems, on Purpose, too. It's easy to overlook this given all of Bond's everything, but Q is also the kinda guy who would gleefully be Unleashed.

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Re: this post which I just stumbled across -

I have always assumed Bond did a ton of underwater/SCUBA work in his time in the Navy and really enjoyed it.

And I have always headcanoned that Q is (like me) equal parts fascinated and horrified by stories of these underwater adventures.

Bond tells Q a story about a deep-water nighttime dive and meeting a shark face to face, making friends with an octopus, and observing bioluminescent creatures. Q is breathlessly fascinated.

Then Bond asks if Q wants to go diving with him sometime, and Q is like 🙅‍♂️🚫👎HAHA ABSOLUTELY NOT. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES 🙅‍♂️🚫👎

Listening to other people's stories about interesting ocean adventures and what they discovered down there? 👍✅😻

Strapping on a thin, fragile suit, plunging into deep dark water, and putting oneself at the mercy of the ocean and its creatures? 🤚⛔😾

Bond can go swimming with the sharks by himself, thanks!!

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007 Fest 2025

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007 Fest, Intro Post 2025

Re-Meet Shay Hodge, the resident barista that mans the cafe between Q Branch and the 00 Agents' Office Block.

This year, Shay took time off to enjoy a writer's convention, maybe she'll get someone to pick up her spy series based on the stories she's heard from the 00 agents.

(art via AI character creator, recycled from last year)

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midlands

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hey uh new type of ao3 spam comment just dropped. (I know it's spam because the fic they left this comment on . doesn't have chapters. lmfao). Report this kinda comment as spam and don't take it personally it is literally recycled bullshit

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LMAS 2025

I finally got around to posting my moodboards from LMAS this year!

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wet cat bond and Q dealing with him for @halfbaked00q !!

thank you for commissioning me :DDD

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Later that night, James walks Q to their car. Everyone else long gone, and the Holmes parents long turned in, Q clenches onto James’ hand, a bit anxious at the thought of untying their hands. There’s so many superstitions involving their knotted wrists, and how to go about releasing themselves.

James rubs his thumb against Q’s palm, and walks them over to the passenger door. Q’s not surprised, James tends to open the door for him, but he is surprised when James stops him from getting into the car. James turns him to press their mouths together, kissing Q hungrily, stealing his breath. Q melts, running a hand up James' chest, up to wrap his arm around James’ neck, James breaks away, chuckling as he rubs their noses together.

“Let’s get home, husband.” James murmurs.

It’s WIP Wednesday!

Post a line or three from a current WIP, and then tag @mi6-cafeso we can find and reblog it!

OR you can reblog this post with your WIP excerpt!

All ships, fandoms, and WIPs are welcome.

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you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)

he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, "of course, it was AIDS then." in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and "straight," you ask him. what was it like.

he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.