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                                        “We have calcium in our bones,                                                            iron in our veins,                                                                 carbon in our souls,                                           and nitrogen in our brains.                                        93 percent stardust,                                              with souls made of flames,                                 we are all just stars that have people names.” 

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                                         “We have calcium in our bones,                                                             iron in our veins,                                                                  carbon in our souls,                                            and nitrogen in our brains.                                         93 percent stardust,                                               with souls made of flames,                                  we are all just stars that have people names.” 

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Scream

meme | accepting

Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason ( @of-tea-and-cardigans )

Miscalculations are part of everyday life. They happen so often that people never really notice. Because those miscalculations don’t matter. Jaymes wishes her life could work like that but right now she’s standing in the middle of one big miscalculation and one wrong step she knows lives will be lost.

So she takes in a deep breath and she listens. The world around her is aching to tell her a story if only she can hear it. But then the com in her ear crackles to life and for the love of everything she wants to close her ears. 

MI6 is falling. 

Jaymes is exactly five minutes away if she runs. Her feet hit the pavement aggressively and don’t stop until she’s staring at the building. It was new, people were still moving their things in, and now it was rubble. 

In her ear she hears him, Her best friend, the other half of her heart, the one person she can’t lose. “Don’t come close,” Sherrinford coughs, “It’s over.” There’s another cough followed by a crash and a sound that makes her mind ache. 

The sound was her scream. By the time they found her she still hadn’t stopped. And she didn’t stop as she fought her way through the group determined to destroy her. She didn’t stop until she was covered in their blood. She didn’t stop until every last one of them had more than paid. Even when her throat was raw, some part of her would always be screaming.

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sees cat being naughty and scoops him up: This is a disciplinary hug. Do not derive joy from it.

naughty cat: purrs loudly

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“No,” she agreed. “especially since for the next six months, we’re not even spies. Just “government officials.”” She sighed.

“That’s because most of my assignments require me to be someone…harder. And while I am that person, I am also someone happy. We’re meant to be a couple in love, it wouldn’t do to showcase the war torn side of myself.”

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“Because no one else in the department has a stomach that can handle it, that’s why. You wouldn’t either if you didn’t insist on sampling the local cuisine on every assignment.”

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“Why won’t anyone ever eat the street meat with me?”

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‐‐‐‐‐‐‐‐‐‐‐‐‐‐‐‐‐ ❝ That’s how you get deathless, volchitsa. Walk the same tale over and over, until you wear a groove in the world, until even if you vanished, the tale would keep turning, keep playing, like a phonograph, and you’d have to get up again, even with a bullet through your eye, to play your part and say your lines. ❞

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                                        platonic soulmates

                                 indie Sherrinford Holmes         indie Jaymes Bond                                         Quartermaster                             007                                       penned by Jordan               penned by Faith

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//So it’s been awhile since I’ve properly done anything on here but I swear I’m alive and still writing. I’ve mostly been over in the X-Men fandom writing on sideblogs ( @seductivescience, @silverliniing, and @rubyraybans ). But I’m thinking about giving Sherri a little makeover and getting him a few threads. I miss my nerd. So if you’re interested like this, or shoot me an ask. I’m very crossover friendly so Bond fandom is not a requirement. 

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damnit, Aurelius!

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remember when we had to get out of bed to get on the internet

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He nodded. “Got it.” He climbed on behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, hoping that was right.

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Overtime;

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He laughed. “No, I understand completely. I think I’ve managed to get one or two genuine smiles out of Seb and it’s just-” he sighed happily. “Boys are stupid.” He decided, taking another drink. “They get your hopes up and are all gorgeous and smart and funny and then they don’t want you and your heart gets all sore.”

sing your heart out

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Just so everyone’s aware, life’s been kind of hectic the last couple weeks. And, as you’ve seen, drafts have been sporadic at best. In a couple weeks I’ll be back at the other site where I work and it’s much slower there. So I’d say in a couple weeks I’ll be able to do my drafts with more consistency. I haven’t forgotten about you and I promise I’m not trying to ignore anyone<3 Thank you for your patience, I really appreciate it~

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That thing about how cats think humans are big kittens is a myth, y’know.

It’s basically born of false assumptions; folks were trying to explain how a naturally solitary animal could form such complex social bonds with humans, and the explanation they settled on is “it’s a displaced parent/child bond”.

The trouble is, cats aren’t naturally solitary. We just assumed they were based on observations of European wildcats - but housecats aren’t descended from European wildcats. They’re descended from African wildcats, which are known to hunt in bonded pairs and family groupings, and that social tendency is even stronger in their domesticated relatives. The natural social unit of the housecat is a colony: a loose affiliation of cats centred around a shared territory held by alliance of dominant females, who raise all of the colony’s kittens communally.

It’s often remarked that dogs understand that humans are different, while cats just think humans are big, clumsy cats, and that’s totally true - but they regard us as adult colonymates, not as kittens, and all of their social behaviour toward us makes a lot more sense through that lens.

The like to cuddle because communal grooming is how cats bond with colonymates - it establishes a shared scent-identity for the colony and helps clean spots that they can’t easily reach on their own.

They bring us dead animals because cats transport surplus kills back to the colony’s shared territory for consumption by pregnant, nursing, or sick colonymates who can’t easily hunt on their own. Indeed, that’s why they kill so much more than they individually need - it’s not for fun, but to generate enough surplus kills to sustain the colony’s non-hunting members.

They’re okay with us messing with their kittens because communal parenting is the norm in a colony setting, and us being colonymates in their minds automatically makes us co-parents.

It’s even why many cats are so much more tolerant toward very small children, as long as those children are related to one of their regular humans: they can tell the difference between human adults and human “kittens”, and your kittens are their kittens.

Basically, you’re going to have a much easier time getting a handle on why your cat does why your cat does if you remember that the natural mode of social organisation for cats is not as isolated solitary hunters, but as a big communal catpile - and for that purpose, you count as a cat.