#fix-it day

[luminiferocity]

Chapter 6 of Let Me Count the Ways is up on AO3!

In this chapter, pull and push, and some much needed conversations.

Posting the latest chapter of this NTTD fix-it on 007 Fest 2023 Fix-It Day.

Full summary below the cut…

Let Me Count the Ways (39567 words) by luminiferocity

Chapters: 6/20

Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: James Bond/Q

Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond), Eve Moneypenny, Bill Tanner, M | Gareth Mallory, Madeleine Swann, Mathilde (James Bond)

Additional Tags: No Time to Die (2021) Fix-It, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, and they were HOUSEMATES, James Bond's Tendency to Run, Q Backstory (James Bond), BAMF Q (James Bond), James Bond Is A Menace, Q is a Little Shit, Bond is Delighted, M | Gareth Mallory is So Done

Summary:

“I bet you can’t name five things that make me an attractive option.” Q cocks his head, as if considering Bond. “We can’t all seduce our way to as long a trail of broken lovers as you. Even at your advanced age.”

Q thinks Bond is incapable of actually being offended, hence why he feels safe to throw aspersions his way. Indeed, Bond’s eyes register surprise, then they crinkle in amusement.

“I bet you I can name six.”

“Hmm?”

“Six reasons why our dear Quartermaster is a catch. Number one, you’re incredibly charming.”

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Or, what if Bond crashes Q’s date that night and never bloody leaves. A slow burn following NTTD and beyond, including Bond and Q discovering what they want in life and how to be the kind of people that can hold onto it.

[samanthahirr]

007 Fest Drabble - Alec/James

Oumorov is late. Alec waits at the bar, nodding to James when their eyes meet. A casual night out dancing in Madrid, nothing to arouse James’s suspicion. But Alec burns with restless energy, about to make his first illicit contact and slide toward treason, slipping from England’s smothering clutches. He’s planned it to the last, only this first step remains.  Sweaty, dazzling, James swivels between eager partners…but flashes his beckoning smile at Alec. Last night’s startling intimacies have changed his calculations. Time to choose: His revenge…or this? Alec downs his drink and joins James on the dance floor, saying yes.

A gift for @emiliasilverova, for Scavenger Hunt #43, starring the Best villain!

[mi6-cafe]

July 28th is Fix-It Day!

Let down by the resolution of a Bond film or book? Think there wasn’t enough banter? Believe Q's cats needed more screen time? Today is your day!

Ways to participate:

Write fix-it fics

Draw what should’ve happened

Share a rec list of favorite fics that should’ve been part of the movie script

Post a headcanon about what really happened

Anything else you can think of!

Tag with #007 Fest and we’ll reblog!

[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait

[scorbunny]

matthew lillard doing the iconic ghostface knife wipe like that HAD to be intentional

[d-does-art]

*Swaps your captains*

I re-drew this a little better.

[bittsandpieces]

I'm having "just the tip" brainrot. Just the tip because it's too big, and even though I'm dripping wet I'm just too fucking small. Too small, until you start working your hips back and forth, just a little bit at a time. Too small, too fucking tight, but it gets easier and it feels like so much that I don't even notice when you slide another inch in, but oh god do you fucking notice, you notice and think "jesus, there's no way I can actually..." and start pushing just a little bit more, switching between looking at my teary face (overwhelmed but not hurting, not really), and the tight little cunt you're working your way into, bit by bit, pulling out just enough to push back in further and really feel it as I open up. So fucking focused on how good it feels that it shocks both of us when your hips hit my ass, making eye contact for an electric second before you grind that much fucking deeper and watch my eyes roll back. Anyway. Just like. Normal thoughts

[greyias]

Oh look, it seems everyone has been opted into the unfortunate "experiment" now. For everyone who has been blissfully using the old UI up until now, welcome to hell :)

Do you not like hell? Do you want to leave and crawl back up into the sunlight of the old UI? Well, have I got a link for you! A beautiful tumblr user (who is not me) has gone and fixed things beautifully for you already: https://github.com/enchanted-sword/dashboard-unfucker

You will need to have Tampermonkey installed on your browser of choice, and once that's done, just go to the github link above, and peruse the readme to install. And voila! You have your old dash back!

The authors of XKit Rewritten said during the experiments that at the time, since this was an "experiment" they weren't going to implement anything to revert to the old UI (although who knows if they'll do it now). And the dashboard unfucker has worked beautifully enough for me to where I genuinely couldn't tell if they had ended the experiment or not.

[rwsdarw]

stupid thing I did

[spielzeugkaiser]

Being on the nostalgia train this week really helped stretching my artistic legs again. So here, have some old things and some new! For now I'm done with this.

[krysmcscience]

Call this the Whoopsie AU (it's barely an AU)

I mean. Narinder never explicitly SAID the Lamb would stay dead... :3c He probably should have been more specific. >:3c

Part Two:

Well. The Lamb tried, but...sorry, Nari, the crown hates you now. Shouldn't have been so quick to lend it out, I guess. :D

Aaaand Part Three:

'Isn't he just adorable?' -The Lamb, probably, while their followers smile and nod and internally scream at the brand new hellcat they now have to share living space with...

Anyway, nothing says 'Dead To Me' like following a person around to loudly remind them of how dead they are to you. Right? Right. Narinder's got this all figured out. <:]

[fandomsandfeminism]

Grief is so fucking wild. It sinks into your muscles, forces itself to be felt. It steals your appetite, floods your brain with cortisol. It makes you so, so tired.

If someone you know is grieving, telling them "just let me know what I can do" means nothing. They can't. They don't know. And the small things are too embarrassing to ask for.

Bring them a cheese platter. Pre-Cut fruit. Peanut butter pretzels. Protein shakes (like slimfast) Food that requires no prep and does not create dishes.

Do the dishes. Take out the trash. Sweep the floor. Vacuum the carpet. They won't ask you to do this, but it will help.

A bottle of acetaminophen honestly might help more than flowers. Grief really can cause muscle aches.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[courfee]

remus is very unimpressed, sirius is very happy :)

based on this post

[crumbsispoggers]

Guardian on a Minecraft hat