#do we see my vision

[marlports]

I think we all forget that Bond is the quiet one and Q is the loudmouth. Sure, Bond is so suave and cool and sexy and charismatic- that’s his whole deal- but rarely does he make small talk or chat. Because everything he does is for a goal or super-objective, so the lad really doesn’t do a lot of pointless talking.

Q on the other hand? Oh he natters. He nitpicks. He loves some good rapport. He makes awful jokes and banters and asks waiters their favorite meal. He doesn’t do it with any charisma whatsoever but he likes chatting.

This gives you two wonderful things:

1. Bond and Q grabbing coffee, Q flapping his hands around and explaining some new thing. Maybe the latest book he’s finished, maybe his new project, maybe the newest opera vinyl he’s been playing for them while he cooks spaghetti. Bond watching him with that smarmy little smile that says he’s enamored with the strange guy in front of him and proud to be sat with him. Cocking his head to listen as Q starts in on a new topic. And Q doesn’t worry that he’s talking too much because Bond is taking everything in, adding the occasional helpful observation or little question.

Q’s never felt so valued and Bond’s never felt so comfortable.

On the other hand:

2. Q’s incessant chatter and banter often head to Bond needing to find new ways to get him to stop bickering. These include a soft hand in his hair that suddenly turns to a pull, a lazy finger along the inside of his thigh at the dinner table, a hand squeezing all the way around his wrist with just enough pressure, his tie being straightened–yanked. Little habits that make Q stop in his tracks and reevaluate what he was saying or … decide that he could be doing something else instead of talking.

[probably-a-plant-thing]

[an-internet-introvert]

One owns the Top's Only Bar, the other owns Scalie Sip's, they are rivals, they keep trying to out do each other with their drinks and bar events but they slowly start to realise they have more in common then they think, they end up together and are a force to be reckoned with in the Bar industry

[rooolt]

and if I said Jaina x Morrigan politically tense slow burn butch4butch lesbian romance? What then???????

[a-plethora-of-midnight-roses]

Camellia cookie (as someone who hasn’t played a lot of the new story and doesn’t have him yet) looks like if someone took eclair cookie, un-yassified him, then re-yassified him in a different font

[undersaarthal]

In my most honest and truthful opinion I think Elenwen and Maven Black-Briar totally have a thing for each other but they would both rather die and probably kill each other than ever admit it

[suntoucher2001]

she emile on my smith until i rowe

[kwadlayns]

talk to me in french, talk to me in spanish 🍒

[xxplastic-cubexx]

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

[shepscapades]

I know Martyn hasn’t actually logged onto fantasy smp yet but. But. But. Do you hear me. Do you see my vision. Do y. Do. We could have it all

[yaktoe]

if I had a split tongue I would put little barbie shoes on the ends of each side

[silentheiss]

AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator one year after Luo Binghe’s been thrown into Abyss.

His transmigration experience isn’t as smooth as it could be — upon waking up he realizes that half of the forest is burned and that there’s a huge tear in the ground where the flames are coming from. By smell alone he’d be able to recognize the Abyss, despite being in this world for less than five minutes.

Before Shen Yuan can run for his life, though, he notices something. One bloody hand grasping the edge of the tear. He reaches out without thinking, heart in his throat, and pulls out half-delirious protagonist from hell itself.

As soon as Luo Binghe’s out, the tear closes neatly, and Shen Yuan’s now got an unconscious man on his lap. He should be terrified — who knows how Luo Binghe, future Demon Lord and mass murderer might react when he wakes up? Only, he doesn’t look like a murder, does he? He’s thin, pale, and his mouth is slightly open.

There’s blood in his hair and his clothes are all torn, and his claws are sharp and aura’s clearly demonic, but all that Shen Yuan can see is a kid. A kid who cannot be older than nineteen.

It’s hard to think about all the what-ifs once Luo Binghe’s brows furrow and he whines really, really quietly, as if he’s afraid to attract attention even in his sleep.

Shen Yuan sighs, stands up, lifts unconscious body as gently as he can, and starts towards the village. He rents a small shack of a house with the money he finds in his poach and spends three hours cleaning up and redressing Luo Binghe. This might get him killed after all, but he can’t leave him like that. There’re still bleeding wounds underneath all the gore.

Shen Yuan tends to them as well as he can manage.

Whatever happens when Luo Binghe wakes up, whatever canon divergence he accidentally caused, he’s not letting this kid suffer anymore.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A procession of confessions.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[eggrolls-and-fandoms]

Nonono you don’t get it you don’t get it. The wildcard player winning wild life, and it’s the first win that doesn’t feel tinged in grief and sadness. He still hears his friend’s voices, he laughs, he triumphs, he finally wins. It’s celebratory, it’s wonderful, it’s a blaze of glory, it’s wild. And he doesn’t fit neatly into what the Watchers want and picture - he could be a comet, a black hole, a chariot, and he crashes through it all and screams that he doesn’t need anything but himself. Setting a new precedent, changing the series, changing the winners forever. Changing what it means to be a winner. It’s his, after all. He’ll make it wild. And hey! The fandom is ours. Draw him as a comet, as a black hole, as a car, as something else entirely. Write him as triumphant, as grieving, as manic. Do whatever you want!!! Have fun!!! Make it wild!!

[vulpeculaque]

WOAH! asexual boa hancock be upon ye!!

[bacchuschucklefuck]

we let the ocean drown out our voices/enjoying the bitterness/in the chaotic light, I close my eyes and see