Just trying to get used to drawing them
Summary: Not quite willing to stick around to watch Q mourn, but not ready to move on without his lover, Bond settled for simply waiting, figuring he had all the time in the world for once.
Inspired by this post.
Would you miss me if I was gone?
It had been an attempt to rile Q up and break his over-the-comms stoicism—backfired, won’t do it again, had to redirect the conversation—but never had Bond imagined that it would become a stark reality less than six hours later, when he exited the Vauxhall Tube station to cross the street towards MI6 headquarters. Six months mired in a conflict had tolled his strength, patience, and energy, and he wanted nothing more to have a quick debrief, kidnap Q, and head home where he refused to let Q leave the bed for anything except the necessities.
His and Her Royal Highness
Is this real?
No, it’s a mass hallucination on the part of American children of the ’90s.
(Or a 1995 made-for-TV version of Rogers & Hammerstein’s Cinderella, if you prefer.)
This was the best.
this is the only version of cinderella that matters
CAPTAIN CARTER AU - Captain America: The Winter Soldier, role swap (Sharon, Steve, Natasha, Bucky)
This is actually cannon. Prussia runs a blog (which hasn’t been updated since 2009)
In it he states that him and America went to the beach and had a race in the ocean. America won and Prussia remarked that America “is fast like a shark”.
HOLY FUCK THAT BLOG IS SO CUTE
A little faint perfume of me.
People who knew me well will say,
She really used to think that way.
|—||Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems (via booksquoteslove)|