#i didn't make eye contact with him

[feeshies]

even though i can piss at a urinal, idk why i would. i can't sit down and browse reddit at the urinal. this is my time.

[halfbaked00q]

For the Bond goes to Q's night club and does bdsm badly [tags: bdsm, s/D AU, subspace]:

I sometimes indulge in reading the s/D alternate universe fics. I'm sure they are super problematic; subs sort of have to go into subspace regularly to be healty and yada yada. So all of this is, ya, know. Not how it works irl. Don't take sex-ed from fics kids, but here's a thing, yeah? Cause I like you sprinkling up my dash with wild little 00q ingredients, and so I baked some trashcan cake for you:

He's hanging from the cross in one of the private rooms. Q has just managed to clear everyone out and is now standing here studying Bond and his disconcertingly back-to-normal breathing pattern. He can look his fill for once; Bond's eyes are closed.

His mind is still buzzing from the confrontation with the other Dom. From the way his thoughts had screeched to a halt when he recognized exactly who was at the cross.

He's come to some rapid realizations, the major one being that Bond is, in fact, a sub. All those times he's donned that macho agent persona have somehow been an act.

It boils Q's blood to know that--

To know what exactly? It shouldn't change anything. 007 is one of MI6's most competent agents; his denomination doesn't change that. Of course not. It makes it more impressive, probably.

But as Q watches the tightly controled way Bond counts each breath, his eyes tightly shut, inches from subspace but unable to quite reach it, he can't help but burn.

Bond must have been so fucking desperate to seek it out like this. He shoudln't have had to. Q should have figured it out. He should have stepped in. Should have known.

There's always been something there. The way Bond--James, really--would sometimes look all washed out, eyes snapping to Q as soon as he entered the room no matter how tired he was. The way he'd buckle against orders, but then relent beautifully when Q laced his voice with command just so. The way Q hadn't been able to stop himself from watching him, even knowing--wrongly, it turns out--that they were incompatible.

Standing here, now, Q feels like he's been cored out by a lightning strike. His insides burn with the realization, with how possessive he feels, how much he needs to be the one taking care of him. To make this right.

All in due time, though. First he's going to take care of this mess. Then there will be time to take them somewhere more private (home). To give Bond care and safety and what he really needs. Q is going to make that happen even if he has to bend the whole of reality to his will, he knows this the way he knows he could take apart nations. He's going to get what he wants and there will be nothing standing in his way.

He takes a breath and centers himself. He can do this.

"James," he says, the name feeling oh-so-right on his lips, "Open your eyes for me."

HELLO. HI. HELLO.

and yea just to repeat what I said before- anon if bdsm aus are bad then I dont wanna be right dot meme. I love bdsm aus and like. cmon are they any more ""problematic"" so-called than, like, A/B/O, or like what ppl have turned Sentinel/Guide AUs into (like the ones where there's an invented society where guides are systematically oppressed dare I say, even, rather like trafficked or enslaved?) etc etc

but um 😳😳😳😳😳 the fact that u took the concept & made it a BDSM AU.... and Bond is a sub that no one knew is a sub, and the way it being BDSM adds an Edge to the "needs the relief of subspace but Can't so seeking like a brute-force override via an excess of pain"....... ough ough ough. i feel like im chewing on a live wire zzzzzzzzztttt. kisses on the moutb for you too mwa mwa ough ough woof

[theimpossiblescheme]

Staging concept: Ophelia carries around a book that she uses to press different flowers and plants. At one point we see her actually pressing one of the flowers Hamlet's given her before, and we get the impression that she wouldn't part with this book for the world. During the "Get thee to a nunnery" scene, Hamlet rips the book out of her hands, and she goes diving after it to make sure he didn't damage it. And during her final "mad scene", she starts tearing out the relevant pages (rosemary, pansies, fennel, columbines, etc.) to give to everyone present. Laertes is the only one to get the significance of his sister giving away parts of her prized possession, and it adds an extra layer to his grief.

[xenonsdoodles]

dedue: animals don't like me. it must be my face

byleth "stop looking at me like that" eisner: I know exactly what you mean. let me help

[culminada]

I sat here scrolling Tumblr and then I heard my dad snoring on the other side of the wall.

And I've been making it a habit to consciously pay attention to the people I love, because I love them.

And so - I wasn't trying but this just came to me because of observations, and knowing, and perhaps the habit of it - I thought oh, that means he's sleeping.

Its the middle of the day. He does this sometimes. He's a very busy person, between two jobs, and 2-4 disabled kids. He takes power naps after lunch. He has a whole strategy. He's told it to me and I listened and I remembered because I love him.

He's also in burnout. My dad is burnt out and I understand because I am also burnt out. I wish I could help him but I am burnt out, and so all I can do is know him, is listen to him snoring and know that he is tired.

I get to listen to him snoring. He is tired. He is sleeping on the middle of the day because he is tired, from taking care of me, who am autistic, and my brother, with Prader-Willi Syndrome (shoutout to ppl with PWS), and his job 1 to pay the bills and job 2 to pay for the future and his wife and his other children and making sure we all get our enrichment.

And so he is snoring on the other side of the wall, and I can picture him tangled up in his blankets and sleeping because he is tired.

And so I get to listen to him snoring and think about all the things he does and how much he deserves rest, and how glad I am that he CAN rest, that he's worried and busy and anxious, but not too worried to sleep. Because he needs to sleep. And it's a blessing that he can do that.

And I'll sit here and appreciate him and all he does because I can hear him snoring (and it keeps everyone else up at night unless he uses his mouth guard, which we all call his snore-teeth, and I know this because I listen and I pay attention and I love him).

And he might never know that I sit here and think of him and love him and all he does, how grateful I am that he takes care of me when I'm his oldest and I'm autistic, and I don't feel overwhelmingly bad about that but I do wish I could help more than I do. Not be so big of a burden as I am. But all I can do is let him sleep.

He might never know that I take the time to listen to him snore. Maybe one of those days when he's feeling horrible I'll show it to him and say "you are loved and I see you and I am grateful for everything you do, I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you." Maybe I'll make bits of this post into my Father's Day letter. I've been wondering what to do for that because I've been more vocal lately about how much I love him and sometimes it feels like there's nothing left to put in a Father's Day letter that wouldn't just be the same.

There's something special in just the same, though. Like listening to snoring. There's time. And when you're sitting in the middle of time, in the quiet and the dark and listening to snoring, and wondering when the next snore is gonna come, and contemplating life and love and time - well, I'm not doing anything else. And I'm not getting any younger. And maybe right now I can't mentally DO anything else. But I can do this.

I can contemplate my father, who is wise and loving and who pours himself out constantly, fill my mind with MY DAD instead of something else, because I love him.

I lied. My first thought wasn't "oh, that means he's sleeping." Well, it was subconscious. But right after, I thought, "I wish I had someone to love this way," meaning that I want to get married and have someone to love.

But I do have someone to love. I have my father. I can love him. I DO love him. And why am I pining for something I can't have, or worse, for someONE I can't have, when my lovely beautiful Dad is right there loving me in his sleep, in his waking, in his working, in his eating, in his thoughts, in his research, in his everything. I have him? Why do I need anyone else?

[schmweed]

[syn0vial]

over the past couple of years, my workplace has put increasing emphasis on addressing the needs of neurodivergent students in our classes, which is great, but i really wish my coworkers would stop using it as an excuse to try and armchair diagnose every child they find challenging or weird :/

[hojiteaversion]

Say it with me, everyone: dom and bratty sub 🥰🥰

[kaleidoscore]

feddy fivebears

feddy fivebears.....

[seraphim-soulmate]

IM AUTISTIC !!!!!! *BLASTS YOU AWAY WITH MY AUTISM*

[pastafossa]

Pasta! I'm so happy you got to meet charlie!!!! We need a play by play of every interaction!!!! I'm going to meet him in a month and I'm so excited and scared haha

I wrote some play-by-plays and posted about our interactions so those are up now! And I can honestly say he is, without a doubt, the kindest, warmest, and most wonderful actor or celeb I've met. I was so, so nervous to meet him as @wonderlandmind4 can confirm. He's my favorite actor, who played what became my favorite character ever, and whose work quite literally changed the course of my life (since his portrayal of DD led to TRT which has snowballed into this massive thing, on top of how seeing Matt's struggle helped me process a lot of heavy stuff I struggled with). On top of that, I wanted to ask him to hold the red thread for our photo and I wasn't entirely sure he'd be down for that, AND I wanted to mention at the autograph how much his portrayal of Matt had helped me. And my anxiety levels were off the charts.

But he made it so, so easy to talk to him, to ask him to hold the thread or do other fun things for photo ops, and to interact with him. I've never seen anyone at events like this engage as easily, as happily, and as warmly as he does. He wants to talk with you, and hear what you have to say. He's genuinely happy to see you and sign things and for you to show him cool DD things (@intricate-melody got to show him her stunning DD tattoo and he signed her arm!). He cares about what you have to say, and his big smile when you come up to him is so kind that you just feel like this weight is off your shoulders, because he's so happy you're there, and that just... makes you feel more confident. Because when someone's happy to see you, so happy they get those little crinkles around their eyes, well, it's a lot easier to talk to them.

So from someone who was CRAZY nervous about meeting Charlie, I can tell you - you're going to have an absolutely AMAZING time meeting him. ❤️

[ggukkiedae]

another little personal spiel that im adding in the tags, ignore me if you're not interested~

[wizardnuke]

bless these two early college and first semester freshman kids who asked me if i kept contact with anyone from high school with like. the tone of someone who knows what i'm probably say but hey i could also say that i still visit them all the time, friendship is forever, and i had to be like. uh. my boyfriend? and we actually didn't talk for a while after i graduated, we got lucky. that's it. "that's it?" that's it. sowwy. i didn't even tell them about how one of the people from my hs goes to our college and i chose to drop the class that i discovered that in rather than tolerate being in a room with him. or that every day i thank god for the fact that i don't live in that city anymore. every time i go there with my bf we have to dodge people at the mall it's harrowing how does he live like that

[justafriendofxanders]

nothing worse than when you see what COULD be a sexy parallel for your favored ship, but to frame it as such would be a misreading of the show's overall themes and character arcs

[mrfoox]

.... OK I really hope I can keep this dude ♥

[dootznbootz]

"You're like my grandma's dog, Priscilla. Very sweet and tiny and will come up to you with her tail wagging, but almost constantly trembling with the biggest, saddest eyes." -My friend, talking about me. :')