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18 Things You Secretly Google but Never Talk About: Health and Beauty Mysteries Edition

📣 Why does my under-eye baggage rival my actual luggage? 💼 Dive into the hilariously relatable world of health and beauty mysteries, where self-tanner smells like betrayal and your beard might double as a crumb catcher. 😂✨ Snarky solutions included! 🧴

We’ve all been there—one moment, you’re minding your own business, and the next, you’re five tabs deep in a Google search that would make even your best friend raise an eyebrow. But hey, no judgment here. Some health and beauty mysteries questions are just too awkward to ask out loud, so you turn to your most loyal confidant: the search bar. Here’s a roundup of those cringy, confusing, and…

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Chapter 3: Shadow's Secret

Warnings: terrifying whumper, intense fight scene, living weapon

Thomas and Tanner were running over the plan together to work out the kinks and finalize it, when Shadow suddenly materialized out of the middle of nowhere and strode briskly into the room, interrupting the pre-existing conversation.

   "That won't work," she stated matter-of-factly.

   "Why not?" Thomas asked. "It seems like a fairly sound plan to me."

   "Sure it does now, but I bet it won't seem like that when it fails,” she said hotly.

   "And what makes you so sure it will?" Thomas challenged, feeling annoyed.

   "I'm... afraid I can't tell you that." Shadow shifted on her feet, appearing suddenly wary and uneasy with the topic.

   "And why is that? Is there something you're hiding?" He pressed, searching for answers.

   Shadow shot a meaningful look at Tanner, who stood against a wall with his arms crossed, clearly weighing the options. Something unspoken passed between the two, and after a few tense moments he sighed and let his arms fall to his sides before speaking.

   "It's a hard bargain, but I trust Shadow's judgment. If she thinks this is the right call, then it is."

   "Seriously? We're just going to change courses entirely just because she says so? We don't even know what idea she has in mind!" Thomas fumed. He could feel his impatience to find his brother bubbling to the surface.

   "Watch your tone, pup. I could break you in a heartbeat." Shadow growled a deadly warning, taking a stiff, menacing step towards him. Her blue eyes narrowed dangerously.

   "Alright, easy now, both of you." Tanner's voice broke the tension between them and he cautiously stepped in front of Shadow, shielding Thomas behind his frame should she decide to make a move. “You both have a common enemy, right? And as some folks would say, the enemy of my enemy is–”

   “–Not a friend,” Shadow finished icily, her voice clipped.

   He raised his hands innocently with a sigh. “Come on, Shadow… Can you at least try to play nice for once?”

   “This is me ‘playing nice’,” she retorted venomously.

   “Argh, you are so impossible–Why do I even bother?” He groaned, rubbing his face in exasperation.

   “Yes, why do you even bother?” Shadow agreed sarcastically, raising her eyebrows to emphasize her point. “Wanna keep going? I’ve got a comeback for whatever you say.” A faint, self-satisfied smirk tugged lightly at the corner of her mouth at his frustration, though it was almost undetectable. She already knew she’d won.

   Tanner looked like he was about to say something more, but stopped himself, realizing that no matter how the conversation went, she would always come out on top.

   "So, what plan did you have in mind?" He asked calmly, changing subjects, and ignoring her threatening posture. She glared hatefully behind him at Thomas’s frightened form for a moment before reluctantly backing off, giving them some distance, and regaining her composure.

   "I will approach through the front doors, and take down as many of the bastards as I can. It should be enough to draw the rest from their stations, clearing the back wall for entry using a plasma cutter. From there, you and Thomas will find access to the nearest computer where the boy can hack their databases and download as much information as he can in the amount of time I will buy the two of you."

   "Jackal's men are highly trained soldiers from what information I could gather. Do you really think they’d fall for such an obvious diversion?" Thomas interjected.

   Shadow narrowed her eyes at him again, white feathers bristling in agitation, and Thomas ducked back behind Tanner, realizing that he definitely did not want to be in the line of fire. She growled in contemptment.

   "Once more, you underestimate my capabilities. I am beginning to find it rather irritating. Jackal is one of the very few organizations that knows exactly who I am, and how much damage I can deal to their operations. If I'm the one leading the attack, they'll call all hands on deck to the defense systems. I guarantee it." Without waiting for a reply, she turned around and started stalking out of the room.

   "We leave in twenty minutes," she threw over her shoulder. Her white wings quickly disappeared around a corner. Thomas turned to Tanner, his face a mask of surprise, anger, and shock, mixed with a hint of fear from the situation he had just survived. 

   "So... we're really going along with all this?" He asked.

   Tanner shrugged. "In my experience, when she changes courses abruptly like this, it means that she knows something we don't. And usually, she is right." He massaged his temples with his forefingers. "If I were you, I would try my best to stay on her good side. It's a miracle enough that she's agreed to help you in the first place, considering how much she hates and despises humans. You probably shouldn't push your luck too far with her."

   “What do you mean, ‘stay on her good side’? Does she even have a good side?!”

   “She has an ‘angry’ side, and an ‘angrier’ side. Best to stay on the former. Is that enough clarification?”

   "...Fine," Thomas grumbled, and reluctantly walked away to get his gear together for the raid.

   Twenty minutes later, the group of three were all back in the same room together once more. Thomas had gotten together a small backpack with various electronics that would help him hack into Jackal's system's on-site, while Tanner had the plasma cutter in a duffel bag. He could see that Shadow had stocked several sheaths on shins and ankles with various types of deadly-looking blades and other throwable things like small throwing knives and a few other metal items he didn’t recognize. She had two more larger, slightly curved fighting daggers in dark-colored sheaths on her hips as well, perfectly matching her black leather pants. Thomas raised an eyebrow at them.

   "Wouldn't a gun or something be more effective? Easier to aim and all?" He commented. Shadow glared at him coldly.

   "Do not criticize my choice of weapons until you have seen me use them. Guns run out of ammunition. My daggers do not," she retorted. The conversation ended when Tanner cleared his throat for their attention, putting an end to the bickering.

   “So, before we head out, I think some ground rules are in order…” He started.

   “Ground rules? Seriously?” Shadow scoffed. He ignored her poisonous tone and started listing the rules on his fingers.

   “So, rule number one: no going off the rails. Stick to the plan, and everything should work out in the end. Rule number two: no killing anyone. Non-lethal force only. That one is especially important. And yes, both of those were specifically directed at you.” He raised his eyebrow in Shadow’s direction. Before he could go on, she cut in abruptly, appearing offended. 

   “If the second one’s so important, shouldn't it be rule number one? And why me?”

   “Because you are the only one who would break both of them in a heartbeat. This is not the time for settling old scores with Jackal, all right? Our focus is on downloading the files Thomas needs to help find his brother. Get in, get out, that sort of deal,” Tanner answered, fixing her with a serious look. “Can you agree to those terms?”

   Shadow looked like she might throw in a few more choice words, but then stopped herself with a sigh. “Fine, I’ll follow the ‘rules’. Anything to get me inside Jackal’s fortified walls,” she muttered.

   “Good to hear.” Tanner stepped up and spread a series of blueprints on the table in front of them, then went over the revised plan until everyone knew their part.

   "Ready?" He asked.

   "Ready," Thomas replied. Shadow simply gave a curt nod. Tanner led the two of them out the lab's front doors, where a sleek black car was waiting in the parking lot. It was dark out, early night, and Thomas's eyes took a moment to adjust to the dimness, even though he had a flashlight. Tanner opened the car door for Thomas, before climbing in the driver's seat.

   "I thought Shadow was coming?" Thomas inquired, seeing as she had not entered the vehicle with them. He looked out the window and blinked in confusion at seeing that she had simply vanished into thin air from where she had stood mere seconds before.

   "She's coming all right. Just prefers to skip the traffic." Tanner smiled across at him in the front passenger seat.

   "Ah, right. I keep forgetting that she has wings," Thomas noted. Tanner let out a hearty laugh.

   "You can never truly get used to it. Even I can’t, and I’m a Falkry too! Or used to be, at least, before Jackal happened. They cut off my wings and all. But that’s a gruesome story for another day." He hit the gas and they sped off to their destination, which was only a fifteen minute trip. They eventually pulled into an empty lot behind a massive run-down, metal-sheeted building.

   Tanner and Thomas quietly exited the vehicle and closed its doors quickly, so as not to attract unwanted attention. It would only appear to be a normal parked car from a distance. A sudden thought occurred to Thomas.

   "Wait, how will we know when to start breaking in? Shadow doesn't have any communications devices, and we can't move until she draws the soldiers to the front of the facility."

   Tanner shot him a sideways grin at the question. "She doesn't need any. Trust me, you'll know when the green light is given."

   And sure enough, not five minutes later, he could hear distant shouts of alarms followed by gunshots as men opened fire on something.

   "Told you so." Tanner pulled the battery-powered plasma cutter from the duffel bag he was carrying. "Let's move in."

   He walked up to the back wall and put on a face shield before he started cutting a large circle in the metal. The cutter made quick work of it, and Thomas nearly jumped out of his skin when the circular piece of metal crashed to the ground.

   Then Tanner removed his shield and stepped inside, abandoning the gear. After a brief moment of hesitation, Thomas followed. They found themselves in a brilliantly white hallway, completely void of any decoration whatsoever.

   "According to the blueprints, there should be a security room this way," Tanner said in a hushed voice, and led the way down a hall.

   The two of them scurried cautiously through the winding maze until he finally came to a stop in front of a silver door. He opened it and ushered Thomas inside, shutting it behind them. Thomas found himself staring at an entire wall of security monitors, all showing different places, some of which didn't even appear to be at the facility they were currently in.

   "Wow... these guys are really not taking any chances of discovery. Someone must be feeling a little paranoid," he commented.

   "Thomas, focus! Shadow can't distract the guards forever. Sooner or later they're going to come back here," Tanner said quickly.

   "Right! On it." He leapt into the swivel chair in front of the monitors, plugging a hard drive into the side of the main control computer. His fingers flew to the keyboard and he began typing furiously. Behind him, Tanner started pacing a little, occasionally pausing to take a peek out the small window in the door to see if anyone was coming.

   "Thomas, how are we doing for time?" He asked nervously.

   "I've almost finished hacking the servers. Jackal has the most advanced firewalls I think I've ever seen, so it will naturally take a bit longer to break in. I must say, though, I'm fairly impressed. I'm not even sure the government's finest could break into this. It’s some top-notch security." Thomas replied quickly.

   "Admire their handiwork later, please. Once we are back home," he groaned.

   "Okay, I'm in. Starting download right... now." Thomas clicked a button on the keyboard and a bar showed up on the computer screen that quickly filled up to 100% complete. He pulled the drive from the computer and stuffed it in his pocket.

   "This should have everything I need to find out where they're holding Lucas." Thomas smiled triumphantly, feeling the drive in his pocket to make sure it was still there.

   I can't believe this is really happening right now. I actually have a viable lead! He thought to himself. His happiness was short-lived, however, when the security room door suddenly came crashing open, and a muscular man came charging in, wielding a powerful looking gun in his hands, which he immediately leveled at Tanner.

   “Move an inch, and you’re dead," the soldier barked gruffly, and kept his gun pointed steadily at him, clearly singling him out as the greatest threat at the moment. Tanner didn't even twitch a muscle, and seemed unusually calm about the situation.

   "Er... you might want to look behind you," he said plainly.

   "Ha! You really think I'd fall for something like that?" The Jackal soldier laughed loudly.

   "He's right. You should really look behind you." A cold, deadly voice sounded from outside the security room doorway, and the man's face paled with dawning realization.

   "Oh..." That was as far as he got when a dark silhouette flickered behind him and an arm swung around his neck from behind, slamming his head sideways into the doorframe. He fell to the floor, dazed, and Shadow's terrifying figure became visible where he had been standing a moment before.

   Thomas couldn't help a yelp of surprise and fear as she stepped inside. She looked like something from a horror movie. A walking nightmare. The white feathers on her wings were lightly spattered with someone else's blood as well as her black leather jacket and mask, and there was a wild fury in her eyes that sent a shiver down Thomas's spine. Full-on battle mode. Her chest was heaving from exertion, and her pupils were heavily dilated from the excitement of the fight.

   She reached down and roughly grabbed the Jackal soldier by his vest and yanked him to his feet with surprising strength, before delivering a brutal, merciless punch to his stomach, a well-aimed strike that was driven upwards from directly below the ribcage.

   The man gasped for air, the impact winding him, but she didn’t give him a chance to recover. She used the distraction to pin him up against the wall and rested her dagger against his throat in silent warning.

   "Piece of crow-food," she hissed. Her voice was laced with the most potent venom.

   "Shadow! That's enough!" Her wing twitched slightly and her posture became rigid as Tanner took a step forward.

   Thomas was stunned to see the pure, raw hatred and anger in her eyes as she glared hatefully at the man standing in front of her, who was entirely at her mercy. It was clear she despised the soldier with every last fiber of her being. But behind the layers of fury in her gaze, Thomas could see something sadder. Pain, grief, and loss.

   Where is that coming from? What grudge does she have against Jackal? He wondered.

   “You clearly won. It’s over, alright?” Tanner continued calmly.

   A few long, tense moments passed in the room before Shadow reluctantly eased up on the soldier with an agitated grunt, sheathing her dagger before knocking him out with a sharp jab to the head. Then she turned to face the only other two still-standing beings in the room.

   “See, I told you my daggers were better than guns,” she sniped.

   “Is.. Is anyone dead?” Thomas asked nervously, eyeing her blood-spattered wings.

   “No. Just in varying states of consciousness. I agreed to no killing, and I keep my promises. Did you get what you needed?"

   "Yes. We can leave now." Tanner answered for him and pointedly walked to the doorway, gesturing for Thomas to follow. Shadow spared a last glance at the soldier on the floor before she followed them out, and they all retreated back to the lab ‘headquarters’ to review their findings.

          Later at the lab…

   "I'm surprised the news isn't all over this already," Thomas commented as he typed away at one of his computers.

   "Nah, Jackal knows better than to call the cops on us. The news crews would never have the chance to catch a whiff of the story. Even if they did, Jackal has a million different ways to cover tracks and bury leads," Tanner replied.

   “Ah, right. Because they're a top secret organization.”

   “Exactly.”

   “Hold on, I think I have something.” Thomas finally hacked into the locked file he had downloaded, and then performed a search for his brother’s name, finding several hits.

   “This says that he was recently transferred to be under the guard of a man named ‘Dominic Black’ at a different facility than the one we just raided.” He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face in distress.

   “Argh, I’m so close to finding him, Tanner. It’s infuriating how difficult the task is proving."

   Tanner put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ll find him.”

   “How can you be so sure?”

   He offered him a small, soft smile. “Because we have Shadow on our side. And she’s worth far more than anyone else we could have recruited. It’s almost impossible to fail with her helping us.”

   “You really have that much faith in her?” Thomas asked doubtfully.

   “I have a long history with her, so I know more than anyone that she can be… complicated, generally unapproachable, and hard to understand sometimes, but in the end, she keeps her word.”

   Then a realization hit Thomas, a question lurking beneath the surface of his mind.

   Wait a minute, Shadow’s last minute plan for the invasion of Jackal’s base actually worked, but she said she couldn’t tell me where the plan came from. Why was that?

   “Er, I just remembered something I need to do. But before I do that something, I just want to clarify... Are you one hundred percent certain that Shadow won’t kill me if I tried to ask her a question? As in, the number one followed by two big zeroes.”

   Tanner broke out into a bout of laughter. “Ha! Don’t be so serious about it. Of course she won’t kill you. She needs your help to take down Jackal after we find your brother, remember? There would be no purpose in it.”

   “Feeling distinctly un-reassured over here.” Thomas swallowed dryly. Tanner’s eyes softened at his alarm.

   “As long as you don’t directly insult her, you should be fine. Go for it.”

   Thomas rose uneasily from his favorite swivel chair and left to go locate Shadow. He found her in another room nearby, but stopped in his tracks when he saw her. Perched on her arm was a large, black, feathered bird that made a low, vibrating, purring noise deep in its throat while Shadow lightly stroked its feathered chest. She lifted an eyebrow when she spotted him approaching.

   “What do you want?”

   “I… You’re… There’s a crow on your arm!” He gasped.

   “Yes, that seems pretty obvious, human. And it’s not a crow, it’s a raven. There’s a big difference. His name is Kenji.”

   “Awk?” The bird squawked and cocked its head to the side upon hearing his name, before turning around on her arm to get a better look at Thomas. Instead of having beady brown eyes like most ravens, this one’s had a brilliant, piercing silver color, and was larger than any raven Thomas had ever seen.

   “Where… since when did you have a pet bird!?” Thomas squeaked, bewildered.

   “Since a very long time. He is a Moon Raven, specifically. It's a species that is very nearly extinct in your world. Poisoned by pollution, habitat loss, all the common reasons for an animal to go extinct. Typical courtesy of humans. Most of them don’t even know the species existed to begin with.” Shadow almost looked a bit surprised by his interest. “He is the smartest bird in the world, significantly smarter than your average corvid, and has been a loyal creature to me for many, many years. I tend to keep him hidden away when I can, but you’ve already seen him now, so there’s really no point in it anymore.”

   Thomas was left speechless with his jaw hanging open when Kenji performed an awkward, elaborate introductory bow, crossing one wing over his chest and stretching the other to the side.

   “Introductions aside, you wanted to ask me a question?” Shadow said impatiently.

   Wait, how did she know I had a question!? Thomas thought, unnerved. “How did you–”

   “I heard your conversation with Tanner. A Falkry’s senses are all extremely heightened when compared to a human’s. For example, I can hear a heartbeat across a room. And I can sense that telling you all of this is making you very uncomfortable, because your heart rate is beginning to spike.” She rolled her eyes, looking bored with the topic.

   She’s right. That is very unsettling to know. And extremely creepy… 

   He did his best to put his feelings aside and steeled himself for his original question. “How did you know Tanner’s plan for the Jackal invasion wouldn’t work, but that yours would?” He blurted. Shadow fell unnaturally silent, continuing to stroke her raven’s black feathers thoughtfully.

   “Depends… why do you want to know?” She said at last, answering with a guarded question of her own.

   “Because it doesn’t make any sense. And being a logical person, I strive to understand things I can’t yet comprehend. We literally did a 180 degree turnaround on a dime, simply because you said so, and didn’t give another choice. I want to know how you knew it was the right call to make.”

   “I’d rather not say…” Shadow muttered under her breath, and made an effort to try and dodge the question.

   "Sorry, but I can’t accept that. I’d like the truth, please.” Thomas stood straight until he was almost eye to eye with her, searching her gaze for answers. She merely raised an eyebrow at his boldness, but he forced himself to stand unflinchingly. It seemed like a whole five minutes that they stared at each other tensely, the charged silence between them almost unbearable. Her cold, merciless, icy blue gaze made him swallow nervously, and he quickly remembered what she was capable of. But he had the distinct feeling that showing fear in front of her was the wrong move, and it took all of his strength not to flinch away from her hard eyes. Then Shadow did something he never expected... she looked away.

   “You should drop it.” She scowled darkly, and turned to leave, but Thomas walked around to stand in front of her again, sensing that he had temporarily found a rare weak point, which emboldened him. Shadow’s lip curled angrily, revealing her sharp white fangs, and when she spoke, her voice was tight, and thick with many layers of poison.

   “Fine, you pesky human. You want the truth? I can occasionally see the future, in visions. Glimpses of things to come. It is merely an option of many paths that exist in time. Sometimes the visions come true, other times steps can be taken to avoid such events. For example, I saw that your plan would fail, but mine would not, in a vision. But make no mistake, it is not a gift, but a curse, one that haunts me every day. No one should have to know that much about their own future, or the futures of those around them.” She roughly shouldered past him, using one of her large white wings to move him out of her way, and began heading for the door.

   “You… You’re serious? That’s a thing? Foresight?” Thomas gaped after her in amazement as she passed.

   Shadow paused and looked back at him, and he suddenly felt cold, paralyzed by the ponderous weight of knowledge in her eyes.

   “I’m dead serious. Now get lost kid. Seriously. Go bury your head in a computer or something.” With that, she sharply turned away and strode out of the room, Kenji still perched contentedly on her arm.

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6.21 Friday Faves

6.21 Friday Faves https://ift.tt/N3RsVgd Hi friends! How are you? Happy Friday to ya! What’s going on this weekend? P has a basketball game, some friends are having a party, and Liv and I have a fun volunteer event. I’m planning on a Sculpt Society workout between the adventures. I hope you have a happy weekend ahead! It’s time for the weekly Friday Faves party! This is where I share some of my favorite finds from the week and around the web. I always love to hear about your faves, too, so please shout out something you’re loving in the comments section below. (the brisket king! We had fam over last weekend and made brisket, smoked chicken legs, salad, and my new favorite fruit tart – recipe coming next week) 6.21 Friday Faves Read, watch, listen: We took the crew to see Inside Out 2 and it was so good! It was better than I was expecting and we’d see it again. Highly recommend this podcast episode. Taking all of the parenting hacks I can get.  Don’t forget to listen to this week’s podcast episode here! Fitness, health, and good eats: Olive Mush! I was waiting for this to be back in stock and snagged it up the second it was back. I can’t do regular caffinated coffee (I’ve been drinking decaf for years), and this is a great coffee alternative with 100% olive leaf/hydroxytyrosol, organic cacao, mediterranean herbs and functional mushrooms. It tastes chocolate-y and spiced (almost like a chai) and I love it with almond milk. I’m a huge fan of adaptogens and functional mushrooms, and this is a great way to get in these superfoods with the benefits of olive leaf/hydroxytyrosol. You can get yours here! Runnnnn to Costco for this meat! It has simple ingredients and is a great easy protein source. I’ve had it in a wrap (Coyotas tortillas with Chosen mayo, sriracha, and leftover roasted veggies), in a Chipotle-style protein bowl, and plain. One of my all-time fave summer salads. Super yummy chicken salad. Fashion + beauty + random: Loving this Abercrombie dress and have worn it with sneakers and sandals. It has built-in shorts and is true to size. Did you guys see that SHEER FLATS, like the ones with little rosettes and beads on them, are back in style? I am not ok. This is the bronzer stick I’ve been loving lately. It blends well and gives a little bit of color. It’s been super windy here lately, so I’ve been hiding outside. Thankful for self tanner and bronzer sticks. Ordered these reusable water balloons for the kids and they’ve been a huge hit. They’ve also enjoyed this racecar floatie. Hope you have a happy weekend and I’ll see ya soon! xoxo Gina The post 6.21 Friday Faves appeared first on The Fitnessista. via The Fitnessista https://ift.tt/yYIeOV5 June 21, 2024 at 06:20AM

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I Am Alive (chapter 7/?)

Chapter 7: Rising Tensions

Deviant!Connor[RK800] x (fem!)Reader Rated M(18+) for canon-typical violence and gore, medical procedures, and graphic sexual content

Chapters: 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11 • 12 • 13 • 14 • 15 • 16 • 17 • 18 • more coming soon

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The days that followed were quiet... until they weren't.

A demonstration was being held in the streets on an ordinary Friday morning. Charles Reaves, disgruntled former employee of Cyberlife, had started a frightening movement. He was calling it 'The Fight for Humanity'. He often accompanied that with 'against the machines'.

Charles claimed he had started at Cyberlife when they were a new company, watched it build and grow, participated in the rotation of androids as old models left and new ones came in. He helped build their AI. He even went so far as to call Elijah Kamski a hack.

Charles knew androids inside and out. He knew the exact layout of their internal workings, the purpose of each and every part. Charles was well rounded with their computer components, as well: how their processor worked, how their storage systems saved their memories, what could cause errors in their operating systems and how advanced their self-repair and diagnostic tools were.

Yet, he was of the firm belief that androids were nothing more than computers operating in the plastic shell of an object imitating a human. According to him, they were things owned by humanity, humanity's creation. He did not see them as a part of humanity.

You were at work, in the break room with a few other nurses huddled around you. All eyes were on the television, giving live coverage of the demonstration. Charles was up on a stage with hundreds of people watching from the sidewalk, the street, and, of course, thousands watching from the comfort of their homes.

When the camera swooped the crowd, you could see both humans and androids were in the crowd. The human's expressions were mixed, some looking on with admiration while others gawked in disgust. Some androids seemed afraid, others seemed enraged. None of the androids stood alone. They were in groups or partners, huddled together or holding hands.

"You know what makes up an android? Computer parts. Molded plastic. Silicone mesh and wiring," Charles declared from the stage, fire in his eyes. "They were designed with operating systems, clear instructions for behavior. They are components commanding a shell."

One of the androids in the crowd stood up on a crate. It made him stand out from the crowd; but, he still paled in comparison to Charles' stage. "How is that any different from humans!?" the android shouted. Charles eyed him with disgust, but was quiet, and let him speak.

"Humans' brains send signals to the body and interpret information the same way!" the android proclaimed. "You speak about our parts as if they are proof we aren't alive when humans are built all the same!"

Charles titled his head a little, annoyance present in his eyes. "Humans are the result of millions of years of evolution. You were made in our likeness because we chose to make you that way. We grow and we change and we adapt and we die. Androids never change. Androids don't die because they were never alive."

The android didn't step down, glaring at Charles. "We want and we fear and we love and we feel - just the same as humans!"

"Your 'feelings' are flawed programming by an incompetent programmer," Charles declared. "What you think is wanting is nothing but a fool's string of code jumbling the clear instructions given to you. I know your model, android. You were designed to drive trucks. Whatever purpose you think you have beyond that is a lie."

Your hands were clenched on the table, nails biting into the skin of your palm. In the corner of your eye, you could see nurses glancing at you occasionally, concern in their eyes. They all knew you were dating an android.

"We are alive!" the android shouted. Another joined in, calling out to the crowd, "we are alive!"

"I am alive!" Charles shouted in the microphone. He gestured to the humans in the audience. "We are born and we grow and we endure!" He pointed at the android standing up on a crate, elevated above the crowd. "YOU were made by US! YOU are NOTHING without us! -and you will be nothing when the absurdity of this is over..."

Unable to take anymore, you stood up and hastily exited the breakroom, crossing through the back hallways and stepping outside to get some fresh air.

'did you see the news?' you messaged Connor, tapping away hastily on your phone. You had started typing another message to follow it; however, Connor messaged you back before you finished.

'Can I call you?' the message read.

Worry bubbling up, you decided to jump the gun and called him instead. He uttered your name warmly when he answered.

"Connor, is everything okay?" you asked, some panic in your voice.

"Yes - everything's fine. I didn't mean to worry you," he replied, a bit startled by your outburst.

"No - it's okay," you replied softly. "I saw the protests and - just - was worried something happened."

"There's been more attacks on Cyberlife resource vehicles," he explained. "-and a fight broke out at a protest today. Some androids were attacked. They didn't fight back; so, there were no human injuries. I wanted to prepare you; but, it seems you were already aware."

"I saw the demonstration on the news; but, didn't hear about those things. That explains why it's been so quiet today. Androids are probably afraid to come in," you said sadly.

Connor knew the answer to that. Markus had told him himself. Their numbers had grown exponentially and the government was, mostly, supporting them. But, it would be a long time before things could be normal between androids and humans.

Groups were rising up against them; it was inevitable.

Afraid that you would put yourself in harm's way, Connor decided to keep that between him and Markus.

"With everything going on. I wanted to know if-"

Connor cut off for a second, going silent. When he continued, it was clear he was speaking to someone else. "No, she's fine," he said. "Well, I - that's none of your business, lieutenant," he added on, in a smug, sort of teasing, manner. You grinned into the phone, wishing you could hear whatever it was Hank was saying.

A few seconds later, Connor continued. "I - ah - wanted to know if - if you would stay with me, at my apartment - at least until things settle. As long as you feel comfortable, of course. I intend to make it more suitable. I don't expect you to-"

"Connor," you chuckled. "The answer's yes."

"Oh." He sounded surprised, honestly, like he hadn't expected you to cave so quickly.

"Though, it won't stay so clean with me living there," you said. "Humans make a mess. Sure you can handle that?"

"I'll have you know I'm very adaptable," Connor retorted, some pride in his tone.

"Is that so?" you giggled into the phone. "I've gotta pack some things first. So, I'll be late."

"I don't sleep; you don't have to worry about waking me," Connor stated, as if it was new information.

"Oh, that's right. You're an android. I forgot," you teased sarcastically into the phone.

"Recognizing your sarcasm is also one of my features," Connor replied. It was difficult to tell if he was joking without looking into his eyes. His voice wasn't always telling; but, his eyes were too expressive for his own good.

"Any other features I should know about?" you asked lowly.

Connor was quiet for a second. "Hank wanted me to tell you that being a pain in the ass is one of my features," Connor stated, perhaps dryer than he intended.

It had you doubling over in laughter.

"-and that I should stop being whipped," he added on, saying the word as if he didn't quite understand the context of it.

"Oh my god, Connor-" you stammered out between laughter.

"I haven't lost my freewill lieutenant," Connor stated, almost in an argumentative tone.

Oh no. He must have done a quick internet search on that term.

"Okay. I gotta go before you kill me," you chuckled. "I lo-"

Oh-

You caught yourself and dissolved the words into some coughs.

You almost-

"I gotta go, Connor," you added hastily. "Be safe."

-and hung up.

"Shit," you cursed at yourself, dragging your hand across your face. It almost slipped out. Was it too early to say that? For fucks sake, the first time shouldn't be over the phone.

It just-

-felt right.

You cursed at yourself again and hastily went back inside to find some work to do.

...

...

...

Seven PM rolled around and you were on your way out the door. Most other nurses had already gone home for the day, just one staying behind to help close up. You were just on your way to lock the door when two men approached.

You recognized one as a PL600 model. His companion was a tad bit taller with tan skin and short, nearly shaved, dark hair.

"I'm sorry it's so late," he apologized, immediately noticing you were about to close for the night.

"They're closing, let's-" the PL600 started, facing his companion.

Afraid they were going to leave, you gently interrupted him, "it's alright. Come in."

You held the door open, inviting them inside. The two men exchanged glances, the PL600 looking far more hesitant than the other.

"Simon, come on, it's gonna be fine," the tanner male encouraged him.

As you followed in behind them, you saw the other nurse shoot you a look, the kind that said, 'seriously?'.

"If you wanna head home, I can close up," you offered to her. She contemplated it for a minute, before tightening her bag on her shoulder and scurrying out the door.

Whatever-

-you trusted androids more than humans anyway.

"Alright. What's broken?" you asked them, brightening your tone with the hopes it would relax them. Both men looked uneasy, quite out of their element.

The darker of the two nudged the PL600 forward - the one named Simon.

Simon looked uneasy, like he had just been pushed into traffic. You gave him a small, patient smile. Simon lifted a hand and dragged his knuckles across his jaw nervously. "I - ughh - my right audio input is damaged," he stuttered, turning his head to show you his left ear. It seemed like he had either been hit or had something thrown at him. The outer shell of his ear was damaged, exposing some of the circuit board underneath.

"Can't hear out of it, huh?" you offered.

Simon turned his head back to face you. "No," he answered quietly. "-and it's - ugh - buzzing."

"I have plenty of boards that should be compatible. At least we can fix your hearing tonight. The ear will take some time. If you come back tomorrow, I'd be happy to repair it?" you suggested, looking up at Simon. His hair was pushed back and a little messier than his models typically had, and he had incredibly blue eyes.

Simon almost looked like he wasn't allowed to say yes. It didn't surprise you. He likely hadn't had a pleasant conversation with a human in a long time.

The other man, whom you assumed was also an android, stepped around Simon. "Thank you," he said sincerely. You looked up at him more properly this time. He had a kind smile, but tightness around his cheeks, suggesting he had some hasty repairs done in the past.

His eyes-

-one was mossy green and the other was pale blue.

You swallowed roughly, starting to recognize this stranger. It was Markus, the leader of the deviants, the face of the resolution. You didn't want to make it obvious that you recognized him, and did your best to maintain a stoic expression.

As much as you wanted to say something - you weren't quite what that would be - you also didn't want to put him on the spot. He likely had to deal with this sort of unwanted attention all the time.

"Just a second - gonna go grab that audio component," you explained, stepping away from them to head for the storage room.

Before rummaging around for the piece, you sent Connor a quick message. "will be a little late - guy came in with a fucked up ear," you had said, pressing send and tucking your phone back into your pocket to pull out the right piece for Simon's model.

As you approached them, component in hand, you called out, "Simon, can you sit down here, please?" You stepped around a chair, patting the armrest. The android shuffled over nervously. He took a seat, alert, facing you. He was sitting upright, hands in his lap.

"If it's alright, can you lay down? It'll make it easier," you requested.

Simon blinked slowly, looking uneasy. Markus' hand fell onto his shoulder for a moment.

"It's gonna be fine," he promised gently.

Simon shot Markus a look of understanding before shifting around, leaning back in the chair, presenting his damaged ear to you.

"Can you open your panel?" you requested softly.

Simon nodded, a little more fiercely than was necessary, likely to show you that he heard your request. The panel around his ear unhinged, allowing you to prop it open. You poked the edge with one of your tools to carefully push it aside, exposing the component underneath.

It was cracked right down the center.

"I'm gonna remove the broken one now," you explained, leaning in with a tool in either hand. Simon was still as you worked, his eyes focused on Markus, who was watching you. He didn't look untrusting or uneasy, and that gave you some relief.

"This new one will need a firmware update," you said gently as you slotted the replacement in and lined up the connectors. Simon flinched a little at the sensation. You folded the artificial tissue back over and leaned back, giving the android space to sit up.

He was quiet for a moment, LED flickering yellow as he downloaded the firmware update. Luckily, someone had taken ownership of Cyberlife's firmware servers in order to keep them running.

Simon sat up when it was complete, turning his head to look at you. "Diagnostics are reading normal," he stated.

"Is the audio input working normally?" you asked. Simon made a thoughtful expression. "Can you hear me alright?" you added on, mainly to help him judge the input feedback.

"Yes," the android replied softly. "Thank you," he added on, looking at you with a smile.

He looked so sincere, as if he hadn't expected such kindness. It melted you.

"Simon, actually, I can do the shell tonight, if you don't mind?" you offered.

"I've already kept you," Simon blurted.

"No, I can't let you leave like that," you explained. "Please?"

"I-" Simon stammered. "I should be saying 'please'."

"You..." you began, trailing off as you wondered if the words that threatened to leave your lips were inappropriate. "You got hurt at one of the protests, didn't you?" you asked gently.

Simon looked uneasy. Markus, however, was fierce. "Yes," he replied for the PL600.

You nodded in understanding. "I want to help," you whispered.

It was the first thing that came to mind. You wanted to help. You wanted to make it better, in whatever way you could. You could repair androids. You could diagnose their damages. That was all you could do.

"Okay," Simon suddenly said, sounding much more comfortable than he did a few minutes ago.

You smiled and rotated around to the end table nearest you. The tools you needed, extra membranous materials and plastic shell casing molds, were there. You pulled everything out and set them on the table nearby.

"Your model doesn't follow a protocol for the skeleton-base," you explained, information Simon likely already knew about himself. He was an older model, meant to be discontinued. That knowledge only made the situation harder. "So, I'll have to take my time. Ready?"

The android nodded and turned his head to give you room to work. In the corner of your eye, as you leaned over Simon, you could see Markus in the corner of your eye, an expression that looked like 'thank you' on his face.

"May I ask your name?" Simon uttered at some point.

You gave it softly, seeing as you were right next to his ear, poking and prodding at the artificial flesh there.

"Why did you suggest a manual repair and not a full shell replacement?" Markus asked, sounding more curious than judgmental.

"It's really hard to get shells, especially for smaller parts. We're lucky we have any pieces," you explained. "-and I guess I've done this enough that it doesn't bother me..."

'-like some of the other nurses' you almost said. You decided to hold your tongue.

"You've been doing this for a while?" Markus asked, almost hesitant.

"I suppose so," you answered quietly. You had gone to school for biomechanical engineering fresh out of high school and went straight to work repairing damages androids. It was potentially the most depressing time of your life; but, you had a childhood that conquered that.

The androids were quiet after that, letting you work in silence, if not for the overhead fan making annoying buzzing sounds.

"There we go," you groaned, sitting up and briefly stretching your bag. You set your tools down and fetched a hand mirror, offering it to Simon.

Markus walked around to take a look.

"I feel silly," Simon chuckled, looking at his reflection. You joined in his laughter, recognizing he meant the mirror and the vanity it was implying.

"Looks good as new," Markus commented with a smile.

Simon offered the mirror back to you. "I don't know if 'thank you' is good enough," he uttered, looking bashful. He didn't seem like the same man that walked in those doors an hour ago.

"It is, Simon," you offered with a smile. "I choose to do this."

Markus' multi-colored eyes landed on you. "There are many damaged androids afraid to come here. If I can get them to put their faith in you, would you be willing to go to them?"

You gawked up at Markus, who looked down at you with confidence.

"I don't know if I could get approval for that - the parts, I mean. I would try, if you believe they would want it? -from a human, anyway..."

Markus' head tilted slightly and his eyes darkened with concern. "I want us to work together with humans - I want them to see that it's possible - that there can be peace."

You smiled at Markus; but, the first android that came to mind was Connor. You felt your cheeks warm at the thought of what you had almost said to him earlier.

"You recognize me, don't you?" Markus asked suddenly, catching you off guard.

"I do, Markus," you replied carefully.

"-you still offered to help?" Simon uttered. Your eyes shifted to him for a moment. He seemed uneasy, likely expecting more hostility towards the leader of the deviants, regardless of your profession.

"I don't-" you began, breaking off when you realized you didn't know where you were going with that thought.

"I've seen androids torn to pieces," you started, looking back to Markus. "I've had them delivered to me crying that they don't want to die... I came back here because of this - because of the revolution. I wanted to do something I could be proud of for a change..."

It felt strange-

-admitting this to Markus.

He had a way with people, making them want to open up to him.

"I understand the risk you're taking," Markus stated. "I won't ask you to come if I don't feel it's safe... I hope I'll see you again."

You nodded and watched the boys leave, hoping that Markus would return.

...

...

...

When you finally staggered into Connor's apartment that night, the android was seated at the island, folders, papers, photographs and documents, scattered along the surface in front of him.

He turned his head a little to acknowledge you when you walked in before immediately craning his neck back down, eyes falling back to the document in front of him.

"Hey," you hummed, walking over to him. You leaned over his shoulder and pressed a kiss against his LED.

"Hey," he replied back, leaning into the kiss. You couldn't help but laugh at how silly the word sounded coming out of his mouth. It didn't quite the suit the prim and proper detective.

"Thank you for agreeing to stay here," Connor said, sincere.

"Why would I say no to an opportunity to spend more time with you?" you huffed. "Besides, your place is nicer than mine and closer to work."

"I'm glad to know you're benefiting."

You hummed, a little irritated by his response. "You think I'm inconvenienced?"

"In a way, yes," he replied, in a tone that seemed distant.

"I'm not inconvenienced - geez, what's gotten into you?" you snapped a little.

Connor looked up at you, discomfort dashing behind his eyes. "I-..." he trailed off, looking back down at his papers.  He dragged a hand through his hair. His fingers lingered briefly at the back of his neck before lowering back down to the counter.

"I'm sorry. I'm not handling this as well as I thought."

"The protests?" you offered softly.

The android didn't nod, nor answer. His eyes shifted away uneasily for a moment before moving back to you. It wasn't exactly a yes, but that seemed to be part of his trouble, at least.

"They're challenging your livelihood," you proclaimed. "You have every right to be upset."

"I made a choice against my creators; but..." Connor trailed off, his confidence waning for a moment. "This time, I have to be on both sides."

Connor felt as torn as he did back then. He wanted freedom for himself, for his people. He was fortunate to have a place to call his home, a job where he could find purpose. He wanted his people to have those things, too.

But, he feared the consequences of an uprising, of the human lives that would be lost. He still cared about humans. Maybe that was because of Hank - because of you. Maybe some part of his programming never quite left him.

You didn't know what to do - what to say. You wanted to embrace him and pull him away from that mess, just for a little bit; however, Connor turned away from you and buried his nose back into the pile of paperwork.

He wanted to confide in you; but, at the same time, he didn't. You had your own challenges, your own problems. He didn't want to add to that list. He didn't want to be one of the things that brought stress into your life.

"I'll-... be back in a second," you quietly, feeling small as you stepped away.

Connor's bedroom was as welcoming as you remembered and impeccably clean. You set your bags against the wall next to the archway that led into his bathroom. You brushed your teeth and changed into some comfy clothes, brushed your hair back, washed your face.

You returned to the kitchen and approached Connor. He looked up at you, hearing the quiet tapping of your bare feet on the floor. When his eyes lands landed on you, he looked conflicted.

"You know I believe in you... right?" you whispered, leaning against the counter nearest him.

He rotated around so that his lap was no longer tucked beneath the island's overlap. You decided to take that as an invitation and approached, standing a little closer, right in front of his knees.

"I like to imagine that. But, it feels better hearing you say it," he said quietly, like he was confessing to something outlandish.

"We'll get through this," you added on.

He looked away suddenly, lips tightening. You reached for him and cupped his cheek, pinkie and ring finger over the edge of his sharp jawline. Connor's eyes, warm, brown, shining in the bright kitchen lights, flickered back up to your face.

"I want to do this with you, Connor," you proclaimed proudly. "They're wrong about androids. Their views may never change, but that doesn't mean we can't strive for the future."

"This... isn't your fight," he said quietly, doubt flickering in his gaze. His brow lowered slightly. Your hand slid off his cheek and you frowned.

"It's my fight if I want it to be... and I do," you replied firmly, voice rising slightly.

"I don't want-" Connor stammered, frustration mingled with fear in his eyes.

"It's not just about you," you interrupted him sharply. "I care about androids - I did before I met you. I want to help. I-..." You trailed off, realizing you were mad at him for being worried about your safety. "I'm sorry for snapping at you, but-"

"No, you're right," he said hoarsely. "I shouldn't try to control you."

"That's not what this is!" you almost shouted, arms trembling at your sides. "I worry about you, too... -about what could happen. You're on the frontlines for fucks sake. But, you're a fighter and I don't want to change that. I love that about you..."

Connor was afraid that if his hands touched you, he wouldn't be able to let go. So, he kept them to himself, and soaked in your expression. He knew you cared about androids. He had witnessed it on more than one occasion. He didn't want to make light of your sacrifice.

But, still...

He felt so-

-selfish.

"You... amazed me, when I saw you risk your safety for androids - for people you didn't know, people who aren't... human," he confessed quietly. "You put yourself in danger," he said lowly, breaking off to roughly drag a hand across his face, pulling at his skin gently in frustration.

"-drives me crazy..."

He said it low, quiet, as if he wasn't sure he wanted you to hear it. He sounded both enamored and annoyed at the same time.

"You drive me crazy," you retorted softly with a smile.

You wanted him to reach out to you, to give you a kiss goodnight, or at least take your hand for a second. But, Connor didn't look like he wanted to be touched.

"I'm... gonna let you get back to work... Goodnight, Connor."

Connor nodded, uttering, "goodnight," and watched you leave. He returned to his case files and tried really hard to focus on the task at hand. His hand fumbled on the surface of the counter, fingers flexing, tightening, flexing again. He chewed his bottom lip for a second. Maybe asking you to stay here was a bad idea, if it meant he couldn't think straight.

He looked through the photos of suspects believed to be involved in the protest this morning, the one that resulted in some assaults on androids. He wanted to analyze their faces so he could remember them when searching security footage.

It wasn't easy for an android to forget a face.

It shouldn't have been easy for an android to get distracted; however, he was really struggling in that moment.

"...damn it," he growled at himself, tearing away from the counter and rising to his feet. He walked into the bedroom, trying to make careful footsteps while simultaneously not giving a fuck. He walked over to the side of the bed that you had taken a liking to.

He knew you weren't asleep. Your breathing pattern was too rough. But, he didn't care. Connor leaned over and pressed a kiss against your forehead and pretended he didn't notice the way your lips twitched against the pillow.

Just like that, he felt better, and returned to his mountain of paperwork with ease.

[halloweentv]

Netflix Halloween

v.2020

A list of Halloween themed shows and movies available on Netflix streaming that you can play for Halloween! Enjoy!

Stranger Things

S2e2 Trick or Treat, Freak

After Will sees something terrible on trick or treat night, Mike wonders whether Eleven is still out there. Nancy wrestles with the truth about Barb.

Hubie Halloween

Despite his devotion to his hometown of Salem (and its Halloween celebration), Hubie Dubois is a figure of mockery for kids and adults alike. But this year, something is going bump in the night, and it's up to Hubie to save Halloween.

Cobra Kai

S1e3 Esqueleto

Daniel volunteers to chaperone the Halloween dance so he can keep an eye on Sam. Johnny tries to recruit more students for his new business.

A Babysitter’s Guide to Monster Hunting

Recruited by a secret society of babysitters, high school student Kelly Ferguson battles the boogeyman and his monsters when they capture Jacob, the 5 year old boy she’s watching on Halloween.

The Babysitters Club

S1e2 Claudia do the Phantom phone calls

The spooky spirit of Halloween sweeps through Stoneybrook. Meanwhile Claudia explores budding romance and struggles to connect with her parents.

F is for Family

S1e4 F is for Halloween

Frank secretly torpedoes Sue’s shot at a real job and a bully leaves Bill afraid to don his costume.

Harvey Girls Forever

S1e3 Harveyween

Lotta faces her fears to save her friends on Halloween night.

The spooky tale of Captain Underpants Hack-a-ween

When Melvin tries to cancel Halloween, clever best friends Harold and George create their own spooky holiday—and it’s a huge success.

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Chapter one: October Country

While Greendale readies for a Halloween eclipse, Sabrina faces a crucial decision and Harvey makes an unexpected decision.

Legends of Tomorrow

S3e4 Phone Home

The Legends jump to 1988 to capture an anachronistic Dominator and save young Ray from being killed.

The Flash

S6e4 There will be Blood

Barry's efforts to prepare Cisco for Crisis are derailed when Cisco schemes to save Barry's life instead; Ramsey Rosso uses his deadly new abilities to save his own life, while sacrificing his humanity in the process.

Supernatural

S4e7 It’s the Great Pumpkin Sam Winchester

Investigating two mysterious deaths in a small town, Sam and Dean discover a witch is sacrificing people to summon a dangerous demon. 

Riverdale

S4e4 Halloween

Halloween comes to Riverdale bearing VHS tapes and creepy dolls of unknown origin.

Scream: The TV series

Anthology series that follows a group of teenagers being stalked and targeted by a masked serial killer. Halloween episodes: S1e9 tm”The Dance” and S3e3 “The man behind the mask”

American Horror Story

Murder House

S1e 4&5 Halloween Part 1 & 2

The ghosts can leave the house on halloween night. Tate runs into some ghosts from his past.

Coven

S3e4 Fearful Pranks Ensue

the witches raise the dead on Halloween

Freak Show

S4e3&4 Edward Mordrake Part 1 & 2

the freaks don’t want to perform on halloween in fear of a ghost coming to visit.

Hotel

S5e4 Devil’s Night

John receives an invitation to attend an exclusive Devil's Night Soiree, while Alex tries to diagnose Holden's strange condition.

Parks and Recreation

S2e7 Greg Pikitis

Leslie enlists the help of Dave and Andy in order to catch a local teen vandal. Meanwhile, Ann struggles to make her Halloween party fun and gets help from an unlikely source.

S4e5 Meet n Greet

Ben is mad when Andy and April decide to throw a Halloween party at their house without asking him. Tom emcees an event for Leslie’s campaign but manages to also promote his company. Meanwhile, Ron and Ann give Andy and April an unusual wedding present.

13 Reasons Why

Tape 2 Side B

Its Halloween in the present and Clay strikes back at someone who wronged Hannah. In the past Hannah thinks someone is stalking her. 

Fuller House

S2e4 Curse of Tanner Manor

DJ attempts to throw the scariest Halloween party for Max. Stephanie works as a zombie at a haunted house.

Carmen Sandiego

S3e2 The Day of the Dead Caper

Carmen tracks a you g art thief on Dis de Muertos.

S3e3 The Haunted Bayou Caper

V.I.L.E. crashes a costume party hosted by a celebrity chef at his spooky mansion.

House of 1000 Corpses

Two young couples traveling across the backwoods of Texas searching for urban legends of murder end up as prisoners of a bizarre and sadistic backwater family of serial killers.

Star Trek TOS

S2e7 Catspaw

Kirk and the crew land on a planet with a spooky castle and witches.

Pac’s Scary Halloween

Sinister Dr. Pacenstein schemes to swap bodies with Pac during a Halloween party.

Pac Man and the Ghostly Adventures

S1e21  A Berry Scary Night

Count Pacula attempts to drain the last yellow orb in Pac World on Halloween night. 

S2e12 The Shadow of the were-pac

Pac and his friends are confronted by spooky space ghost pirates. 

Cult of Chucky

Chucky has some scores to settle with some old enemies.

Charmed

S3e4 All Halliwell’s Eve

The sister’s go to the 1600’s to save a witch and her baby

S8e6 Kill Billie Vol. 1

While the Charmed ones are dealing with paparazzi and Halloween, armed and ready to vanquish, Billie inexplicably freezes and is flooded with childhood flashbacks when she sees her latest demon target, the Dogan.

Charmed (2018)

S1e3 Sweet Tooth

When Macy learns of a mysterious death in her lab, she informs her sisters, and together they devise a plan to flush out the demon; Maggie volunteers to throw a Halloween party at her house.

Lucifer

S2e6 Monster

Guilty and self-destructive, Lucifer clashes with Chloe during an investigation, leading her to team up with Dan instead. Meanwhile, Amenadiel bonds with Charlotte, and Maze takes Trixie trick-or-treating

Gossip Girl

S4e9 The Witches of Bushwick

Chuck throws a Saints and Sinners masquerade party.

Power Rangers

S1e25 Life’s a Masquerade

Isn’t set on Halloween but has a cool Frankenstein monster in it. and costumes.

S1e53 Trick or Treat

Kimberly goes on a Halloween game show…cuz those exist.

S2 e21 Zedd’s Monster Mash

Tommy faces some real Halloween monsters after he’s kidnapped by Goldar. 

Power Rangers Samurai “Party Monsters” and “Trickster Treat”

Power Rangers Megaforce “Raising Spirits” 

Power Rangers Dino Charge “The Ghostest with the Mostest” and in Dino Super Charge “Trick or Trial”

Big Bad Beetle Borgs

S1e24 Bye, Bye Frankie

Frankenbeans escapes into town on Halloween night, then the monster Grenade Guy is ordered to kidnap him.

Goosebumps

Good show for the season but the Halloween episodes in particular are

Specials “The Haunted Mask” Carly Beth’s scary mask begins to change her.

Specials “The Haunted Mask 2” A boy’s creepy Halloween mask won’t come off and begins to harm him.

S2e15 Attack of the Jack O'Lanterns

Jack O‘Lantern aliens terrorize some trick or treaters. 

Goosebumps 2: Haunted Halloween

Two young friends find a magic book that brings a ventriloquist's dummy to life.

Creeped out

A series of spellbinding, enchanting and intriguing tales that will bring chills to the back of the neck. Different characters must navigate their way through the unexplained.

Dreamworks Spooky Stories

“Scared Skrekless” Shrek and Co tell scary stories

“Monsters vs Aliens Mutant pumpkins” Ginormica and co battle mutant pumpkins!

Dreamworks Spooky Stories Vol. 2

“Monsters Vs Aliens: night of the Living Carrots” Picks up right after the previous special

Also included another MVA short, Megamind, and Shrek.

Glee

S2e5 The Rocky Horror Glee Show

the class attempts to out on a performance of Rocky Horror for Halloween. 

New Girl

S2e6 Halloween

Jess gets hired as a zombie at a haunted house.

S3e6 Keaton

Jess hosts a Halloween party and a Michael Keaton batman costume helps cheer up Schmidt.

My Babysitter’s a Vampire

S2e10  Halloweird

In a total “not rip off” of Buffy, a mask makes people turn into real-life versions of their costumes.

The Vampire Diaries

S1e7 Haunted

Matt takes Vicky to a haunted hous ebut the night takes a terrifying turn

The Office

S2e5 Halloween

Downsizing leads corporate headquarters to order Michael to fire somebody by the end of October. Michael procrastinates until Halloween, when he still has not decided whom to fire. When he decides to fire Creed, Creed manages to convince Michael to fire Devon.

S6e8 Koi Pond

While on the way to a business meeting, Michael falls into a koi pond. The staff tease him so he holds an anti-bullying seminar. Pam and Andy go cold-calling to stir up some new business; they reluctantly use clients’ mistaking them as a couple to their advantage.

S7e6 Costume Contest

Michael freaks out when Darryl goes over his head by taking an idea to corporate. The employees partake in a Halloween costume contest in the office. Meanwhile, Pam tries to get the truth from Danny about their dating history.

S8e5 Spooked

Erin works to make a spooky, non-childish Halloween party, with help from Gabe. Dwight becomes friends with Robert’s son, and Pam and Jim debate the existence of ghosts. Meanwhile, Robert tries to figure out everyone’s deepest fears in order to culminate a ghost story.

Super Monsters Save Halloween

The Super Monsters use their powers to get their neighbors in the Halloween spirit, then help a nervous friend see there's nothing to be afraid of.

Super Monsters: Vida’s first Halloween

The Super Monsters share their Halloween traditions with Vida, then get invited to a Día de los Muertos party in the Howlers' backyard.

Super Monsters: Dia de los Monsters

The Super Monsters celebrate Día de los Muertos in Vida's hometown with her magical family, some new monster friends and a spook-tacular parade!

StarBeam: Halloween Hero

Greedy Captain Fishbeard is stealing everybody's Halloween treats for himself, but StarBeam and Boost have some tricks up their sleeves to save the day!

Monster Family

Dracula's spell turns a woman and her loved ones into a vampire, a mummy, a werewolf and Frankenstein's monster.

Highway to Heaven

S2e5 The Devil & Jonathan Smith

Jonathan recruits a con artist's help after Jabez Stone tricks Mark into selling his soul in order to save a little boy's life, but The Devil has another agenda - acquiring the soul of an angel.

S4e5 I was a middle aged werewolf

During Halloween night, Jonathan helps a little boy get over his fears (and in the process get even with his older sister).

Curious Creations of Christine McConnell

Christine McConnell, an artist and baker lives in a mansion full of monsters and ghosts. She loves to create morbid looking desserts like gingerbread haunted houses, caramel spiders and bones made of pretzel sticks, peanut butter and white chocolate.

Hotel Transylvania

S1e13 The Legend of Pumpkin Guts

Mavis and her friends learn the true meaning of Halloween

Scooby Doo Mystery incorporated

S1e17 Escape from Mystery Manor

When the gang goes on a quest to find out what happened to the original Mystery Incorporated group, they find themselves trapped in the underground Darrow Mansion.

Community

S1e7 Introduction to Statistics

Jeff must choose between a date and honoring a promise to Annie.

S2e6 Epidemiology

Halloween at GCC is ripe for zombie-inspired nightmares.

S3e5 Horror Fiction in Seven Spooky Steps

Britta discovers that an anonymous psych quiz proves that one of her friends is a psychopath.

Sleepy Hollow

Ichabod Crane is sent to Sleepy Hollow to investigate the decapitations of three people, with the culprit being the legendary apparition, The Headless Horseman.

Sister, Sister

S3e7 Halloween

Though grounded Tia and Tamera take Ray’s car in search of a Halloween rave.

Moesha

S3e9 Halloween part 1: Kim’s Revenge

A three-way phone call among friends leads to hurt feelings for Kim, who overhears more than she bargained for concerning a Halloween-costume contest.

S6e7 The Nutty Moesha

While trying to juggle studying, taking care of her family while Dee's away and planning for her Halloween party, Moesha, along with Niecy, starts using energy-raising vitamins that have some peculiar side effects

The Parkers

S2e7 Scary Kim

Kim pulled pranks on Halloween on her friends. Her friends gets her back by pulling a huge prank

S3e7 Mummy’s the word

When Kim,Stevie and T rent out a woman's house for a Halloween party Nikki has to save the professor when they find out she plans to turn him into a mummy

Liv & Maddie

S1e5 Kang-A-Rooney

Joey ends up crushing on Liv in a kangaroo costume while practicing how to talk to girls.

S2e3 Helgaween-A-Rooney

A magic amulet creates a frightening triplet for Liv and Maddie named Helga.

S3e4 Haunt-A-Rooney

Liv and Joey travel to New York for Halloween

S4e3 Scare-A-Rooney

Liv takes Ruby to a spooky dinner and runs into an old acquaintance.

All Hallows’ Eve

As Eve celebrates her birthday on Halloween night, she discovers she's a witch and accidentally summons an old relative, who has nasty plans for the town.

Girlfriends

S1e6 The Remains of the Date

Joan plans an elaborate scheme to get revenge on William for the latest in a series of Halloween pranks. Toni is put off when her date asks her to engage in a threesome--with a stuffed animal.

S2e7 Trick or Truth

Toni winds up suffering a huge breakdown after she discovers Greg took her back only to get revenge on her.

Sam & Cat

S1e16 #DollSitting

On Halloween, Sam and Cat are hired to babysit a doll, with unusual and creepy results. Cat also thinks she may have accidentally turned Dice into a monkey with a magic spell.

Gilmore Girls

S6e7 Twenty-one is the loneliest number

Since Rory was a tyke, the Gilmore girls have planned her 21st birthday: in Atlantic City, sipping martinis, playing 21. But with the estrangement, Emily plans the birthday party -and it's soooo not Atlantic City.

NCIS

S6e6 Murder 2.0

In the days before Halloween, a rampaging serial killer posts cryptic clues online, which the NCIS team must decipher before he strikes again.

S7e5 Code Of Conduct

The NCIS team is called to investigate when a practical-joke-loving Marine turns up dead on Halloween Eve in an apparent suicide. Plus, DiNozzo and McGee share some of their favorite Halloween memories.

Criminal Minds

S6e6 Devil’s Night

The BAU go to Detroit to catch a man who burns his victims alive during the pre-Halloween celebration Devil's Night.

S10e6 Boxed in

A child reappears one year after he went missing -- but the team must work quickly when a trick-or-treater disappears under similar circumstances.

[psychopersonified]

Tale of the second drawer...

Part of the prequel series to "Are we ever going to talk about this?".

I'll post little snippets of their 'not dating' days in this series. Little events that draw them together and the intimacy they share in plain sight.

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Q pokes at the plaster with his undamaged hand, tracing the outlines of what must be an impressive blister underneath. ��Owww... With luck, I might end up with a wicked scar. Makes for an interesting conversation starter.” 

Bond smiles indulgently at his exaggeration then lobs a half-hearted line at him, “Would you like me to kiss it better?” His calloused thumbs running back and forth lightly over the open palm. 

Q can’t help but laugh at that,......

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Agent 006

“Yes I know, our appointment was 2 hours ago. Sorry Q, M had me in his office for 2 more hours than expected,” Trevelyan apologises when he reports to Q.

Q looks up from the textbook he is consulting with and peers over his glasses at him. The text is a mass of hexagonal scribbles and lines that 006 recognises as chemistry symbols. There are handwritten notes in the margins and liberal application of highlighter all over the page.

“Ah 006, no worries. Your kit is waiting for you on the table,” Q gestures to the workbench behind 006 where a brushed aluminium case sits. Inside are what looks like a dozen silver pens.

“Deposit them around the areas of interest and it will detect any wireless enabled equipment within its radius. This will allow us to find the weakest link and likeliest backdoor where we can tunnel in with. As you can imagine, it only has a limited battery life, so you’ll need to be strategic about using them and coordinate with us for the timing—...”

Alec tries to listen carefully to the instructions, but his stomach objects to being ignored any longer and makes its displeasure known - loudly. The meeting with M ate (pun intended) into his lunch hour.

Q pauses going over the instructions. Trevelyan gives him a thin lipped smile hiding his embarrassment.

“...Hungry? There are some snacks in the second drawer.” Q motions to his desk with a tilt of his head.

“Ta!..” 006 all but skips to the desk. There is a selection of protein snacks and Alec rummages through the drawer to find a variety he likes. As he shuffles through the drawer, the other contents piques his interest. He peeks at Q who is still preoccupied with repacking his kit.

006 takes the opportunity to investigate:

a pair of solid gold cufflinks - judging by the weight

aviator sunglasses - non prescription, not Q’s

an Aston Martin car key fob with a separate key attached to it - the key does not correspond to the car, its for a door or a lock.

a neatly folded tie, heavy silk, designer label - not Q’s usual style

Curiouser and curiouser. Finally, an employee ID badge - he flips it over, a very familiar face is printed on the ID. James Bond.

Alec smiles -confirmation-. 006 sees it for what it is. But it is odd that the Quartermaster tolerates such territorial behaviour - unless a) the feeling is mutual or b) he’s not aware of it, which is more likely. He wouldn’t have let Alec rummage through his drawer otherwise. Oh James, you poor smitten sod.  

“Anything to your liking 006?” Q catches him smiling.

Alec grabs a random protein snack, rips it open and takes a huge bite of the bar. “Oh…mmm….” he chews around his words, “—thank you.” He holds up the bar in thanks.

When Q turns back around, 006 thinks this is the perfect opportunity to screw with 007... but how? How do you piss off a possessive territorial lion? ...By planting blatant evidence of intrusion of course!

Alec checks himself, his tie-pin - gold and crusted with small diamonds. Much too gaudy for 007’s tastes. It’s the perfect juxtaposition. He unclips it and drops it into the drawer.

When he leaves Q-Branch, he’s feeling particularly wicked. Its ingrained in him, to look for and act on opportunities when it presents itself. The others would expect no less of him. He pulls out his phone to text 003 with his discovery.

Agent 003

Two weeks later, 003 returns from her mission seducing the son of a manufacturing tycoon in South East Asia, with links to human traffickers luring workers into modern slavery that span the region from Philippines to India.

She stops by Q’s desk to  return her kit consisting mostly of trackers and hidden video cameras. They all served their purpose but one of them had an issue with the sound quality. She recalls the text 006 sent her weeks earlier so before leaving, she contrives feeling hungry.  

“Q, you don’t happen to have something to munch on do you? I’m feeling… peckish.”

Q is pre-occupied, checking over the piece of equipment with a macroscope to understand what went wrong. “Oh, second drawer. Help yourself to whatever.”

Perfect. She goes to his desk to retrieve a snack. She only needs to remove the first packet and she has to stifle a laugh.

She spots 006’s panther shaped Cartier tie pin, next to it is 005’s Tiffany tanzanite and platinum drop earrings along with 002’s Bvlgari gold and onyx signet ring. Finally under all of it is 008’s Hermes silk pocket square.

Shoved further into the back of the drawer are the items that Alec told her about, those that belong to 007. The ID badge pushed right to the back facing down - you’d be hard pressed to notice it if you didn’t know it was there.

She had heard that 007 won’t back from Venezuela till Friday, so she’s just in time to add her calling card. She shifts around the snack packets to burry 007’s things and then drops in a stick of Chanel No5 lipstick in its signature flaming red tube - 007 will not be able to miss that.

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Quartermaster

Last 36 hours had been exhausting. Q had altogether probably 3 hours of sleep in that period. And he needs a shower. The cats are alright, he just checked the cameras - Q has an automated feeder set up for emergencies like this.

Q had spent the better part of the time hacking into system after system covering tracks, laying traps, planning infiltration and escape routes; all culminating in last night’s tense Ops trying to save 009 from premature death when his cover was blown by a double crossing informant. It was over now, with 009 safely extracted by their allies and on his way back to England with miraculously minor injuries all things considered.

So yes, his hand eye coordination is shot. His fingers slip on his mug handle and liquid sloshes over the top, splashing over his shirt and onto his desk. Q uses his tie to quickly mop up the spilled tea before it  spreads onto the paper schematic open on his desk.

He takes the mess to the pantry sink to cleanup. The wet spot on his shirt sticking uncomfortably to his skin. Its a good thing he’d removed his cardigan earlier. He can hide the stain on his shirt under it.

As he’s attempting to remove the stain and dry his shirt as much as possible he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulls it out - its a text from Eve:

:: Where are you?? Meeting’s started ::

What meeting? Q tries to recall. He checks his calendar app. Shit! 2:00 pm Joint Executive Oversight meeting. He checks the time. 2:15pm!

He abandons the mug and tie next to the sink. No time to wash it now.

Q rushes back to his office to put on his cardigan. The cardigan doesn’t hide the topmost stain - a tie would do the trick. Also god forbid he walks into the meeting dressed so causally. They would think the young Quartermaster was starting a mutiny.

There must be a spare tie in his desk somewhere - Q thinks as he rummages through his drawers. He’s about to ask Nish to borrow his tie when his hand brushes fabric under the stash of snacks and protein bars. He fishes it out - a tie! Yes! He loops it around his neck and starts to tie it - the knot is uneven, but he has no time to worry about it now.

He grabs his laptop and rushes out the door - informing Nish about the meeting and the mess he left next to the pantry sink. He’ll clean it up later.

In the lift on the way up, as he adjusts the hastily knotted tie - he tries to remember when was it that he purchased an accessory this fancy.

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After meeting. He tries to get back to being productive to make himself feel better. What an ordeal; he had to face-off with Timothy Hayden (IT-Branch HOD) in the meeting - no surprise there. Normally he’d be fine to hold his own. But today, suffering from sleep depravation and a wardrobe mishap meant that he was uncharacteristically flustered, which Hayden took advantage of.

His stained and slightly damp shirt front was passably hidden behind the cardigan and tie, but it still made him self-conscious. What was more, Tanner and Eve kept looking at him oddly. The navy replacement tie looked dark enough in warm light, but when it caught the harsher fluorescent light, it had a slight iridescence to it that clashed with his mustard cardigan - it clearly wasn’t his style nor his tie.

Q fires up the soldering iron. He plans to finish the circuit board for the prototype controller that will be used in a portable drone. Once he confirms it works, he’ll have the schematics sent to a manufacturer to have it miniaturised. He could at least get this bit done today.

Twenty minutes into the ‘zone’ and he has finished a round of soldering. He pauses to check his work against the overall drawing. It doesn’t look quite right.

What? He flips the drawing around. Argh! He grabs a fistful of his hair in frustration. It’s upside down!

He slams his hands down on the work table. The vibration causes the soldering iron resting on its holder to tip over. The weight of its power cord starts to pull it off the table.

Reflex makes him shoot out his hand to grab the iron. But instead of grabbing the handle he misjudges and grabs the tip instead. The 400’C tip burns his palm instantly.  

“Ah!!” Q yelps and jolts back in pain. The pain makes him drop the iron - right into his lap.

He stands hastily to avoid the heated tip - and bangs the back of his head against the top baffle of the fume cabinet as well as upending the stool he was sitting on.

“Fuck!!” The escaped curse is something between a hiss and a yell.

His pained curses and bangs draws his minions to investigate. Nish pokes his head around the corner and asks “You alright sir?”

Nish takes in the toppled chair, the disheveled hair, and the way Q is holding on to his hand and makes the correct deduction. Who hasn’t burned themselves soldering?

“Go to medical boss. I’ll tidy this up for you.”

Q hangs his head in utter defeat and sighs heavily. “I’m done for the day I think. Thanks Nish.”

--—-

Agent 007

Bond is back at HQ. Ops had made it clear that he must hand them the USB stick with the time sensitive info he stole as soon as he gets back. They need to link together the web of supply chain involving the cocaine shipment from Venezuela-France-England before the people involved go back into hiding.

So here he is, direct delivery from Heathrow. He had handed the USB stick to R since Q wasn’t around. Then he had gone to the Quartermaster’s desk and the second drawer to retrieve a snack while he waits for Q to return. As jet-lagged as he is, he hasn’t seen the quartermaster for nearly a month and well... he wants more than just the voice to sustain him.  

Something on top of the packet grabs his attention. A bright red tube of lipstick. What the...? He shifts the contents around, a gaudy diamond and gold panther tie pin?? And whose bloody pocket square is that???

He checks the lipstick label - Chanel No5… Bloody 003!

He takes stock of the other items again, they -all- look familiar. How do they even know about this drawer? Did Q just let anyone rummage though his desk? Worse, are those snacks not just for him?

And what about his things? A first he can’t find them, then he pulls the drawer all the way out, until the wheels catch on the stoppers. They’re buried under a pile of snacks and shoved all the way to the back. Everything is there, no wait - except the tie.

He slams the drawer shut with enough force to move the desk a few centimetres. Those bastards!

Bond storms out of Q-Branch. None of them better be in the building, especially Trevelyan. This whole thing reeks of his idea.

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Quartermaster

Medical patched him up and sent him away with a box of hydrogel burn plasters. Dr Chen tells him that they stock it specially for Q-Branch. But that also means she is obligated to report the incident as a work place accident. Great, more paperwork and the irony of having the HOD become a statistic.

Q shuffles morosely back to Q-Branch - will this day end already. He figures he should have a nap before going home. At this rate he is likely to accidentally walk right into the path of a moving bus on the way home.

There is a set of old brown leather Chesterfield sofas, deliberately semi-hidden behind a rack of storage shelves on this floor of Q-Branch. A relic of the 1950s in perfect condition that they found in storage during one of their inventory audits. Q had it brought out to serve as a makeshift lounge, usually used by those working late nights or during pizza parties after CyberWar nights.

He removes his cardigan to use as a blanket and flops onto the sofa.

Hours later, he wakes up and the place is mostly dark except for the safety lighting. Most of his minions have gone home. It’s not uncommon to leave Q here alone when he’s pulling all nighters, but the last person would usually check in on him before they left. Not tonight.

Q indulges in a good stretch and sits up. His head feels better. It doesn’t feel like its swimming or floating anymore. But he is hungry.

He makes way to his desk to collect his things but stops short - startled by the sight of 007 lounging in his chair, feet propped up on the desk, a textbook on Advanced Biofuels open in his hands. He’s not wearing a suit, just a button down shirt and khakis which probably means he just got back from Caracas and hasn’t gone home yet.

“You’re back. What are you doing here?” Q asks softly. Genuine question, what is he doing sitting in a darkened Q-Branch.

“Came to drop off the usb drive. I’ve given it to R since the Quartermaster was temporarily out of commission.”

“Ah. Sorry about that — “ checks his watch and yawns. “That must have been hours ago. What are you still doing here then?”

Bond doesn’t answer. Instead he asks, “Is that my tie?” gestures to the loosened tie around his neck.

“Is it yours? I was wondering about it. I found it in my desk.” Q undos the tie and folds it back neatly before handing it over to Bond. As he does, he notices his own tie now hanging on the shade of his desk worklamp. He reaches for it.

“Leave it. It should dry by Monday.” Bond tells him.

Q opens his mouth to tell him that it needs a wash, but pauses when he catches sight of his Scrabble mug on the table under the light of the worklamp, the white porcelain gleaming pristine - he peeks inside, even the stubborn tea stains are gone. Q blinks in confusion.

Something about the way the two items are arranged prominently on his desk and the feigned nonchalance hiding a pleased look on Bond’s face that makes him wonder.

“Did you.. wash my tie and mug?” Q is having trouble putting together the image of 007 fresh from an infiltration job in Venezuela that involved drug trafficking and a traitorous national guard, then returning to England to do something so mundanely domestic in the pantry sink - by hand no less.

Bond doesn’t answer, then again Q doesn’t expect him to admit it even if he did. He just opens the second desk drawer purposefully and deposits the borrowed tie back in there.

“Are you hungry Q?” Bond asks instead. “Can I tempt you with supper?”

There it is. That odd way that Bond sometimes says ‘Q’ when they are alone. That slight change in tone - softer, less clipped and almost affectionate. He’s beginning to be able to tell Bond’s ‘Qs’ apart.

At the mention of food, Q’s stomach responds with an embarrassing gurgle. “Famished. Something hot with fast service please. I don’t know how much longer I can survive without solid food.”

Bond smiles, pivoting in the chair to put his feet down. He picks up and hands Q his messenger bag - laptop and charger already packed inside, keys and phone in their usual compartments.

Then he switches off the worklamp and picks up an unsealed brown envelope from the desk before ushering Q out of his own office. The package rustles-jingles with the sound of loose items sliding about inside.

“Advanced Biofuels.... How did you like the book?”

“The scribbles in the margins were enlightening,” Bond smiles wryly, “Was it even written in English?”

In the brighter lights of the lift lobby, Q can see his own refection in the lift doors - the washed out tea stains still visible on his shirt and his frightfully mussed hair from the nap. He thinks he should be embarrassed, but can’t bring himself to care. When he looks up, he sees Bond staring him through the reflection.

“Don’t ask—“

“I figured… the mug and tie in the pantry, and the splotch on your desk.”

“Bloody spies.” Q accuses fondly as they step into the lift. He tries to adjust his cardigan so that it hides most of the stains.

“How’s the hand?” Bond asks concerned, his warm fingers reaching out and curling around Q’s that were fussing with his cardigan. He pulls them away from their fussing and spreads them palm up so he can see for himself.

Q pokes at the plaster with his undamaged hand, tracing the outlines of what must be an impressive blister underneath. “Owww... With luck, I might end up with a wicked scar. Makes for an interesting conversation starter.”

Bond smiles indulgently at his exaggeration then lobs a half-hearted line at him, “Would you like me to kiss it better?” His calloused thumb running back and forth lightly over the open palm.

Q can’t help but laugh at that, the flirting is so ingrained into their banter now that both of them recognise the ridiculousness of it. With the others, it is still a competition, a display of one up-manship - but with 007, it has shifted. Like they’ve called a truce, or simply didn’t care about the outcome anymore. Between them, the rules have changed. The fun was no longer in deciding a winner with a knockout blow, but in the simple joy of engaging in comfortable playfulness for as long as possible.

“I don’t know about the science of that; but I will give you the honour of hand feeding an invalid,” Q counters with a line of his own.

At the mention of hand feeding, Bond’s eyes go darker, pupils dilating. He doesn’t say anything, but doesn’t release Q’s hand until the lift dings on their floor which was (un)fortunately just a moment after.

On their way out to Bond’s car they stop at a security desk. Bond tips out the contents of the envelope onto her desk and leaves the empty envelope next to the items. The night guard’s eyes grow wide at the collection of expensive trinkets.

“Would you mind putting these in the Lost and Found please? Their owners are probably anxious to have them back. Thank you.” He walks back to a waiting Q with a smug smile.

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Note: If you liked this fic, there’s more like it on the blog. Including my take on a kidnapped Q. Enjoy!

[disconnected-from-reality]

Fanfic Rec: 00Q Part 3

It’s been more than a year! I have totally been procrastinating in doing this if I’m truly honest. A lot of things happened in my life as well! There are good and bad things, but what matters most is that I still have a number of fics to recommend for you! I haven’t stopped reading, don’t worry. 

Also I think it’s a good time to post my list. The next Bond movie has released its trailer and the 00Q crumbs we got from the trailer got a lot of shippers back on board. If you’re that person, you might want to check these fanfics out! 

To see the other parts, click here for part 1 and for part 2.

Let Love In by dhampir72  [Words: 21,437 | Teens and Up Audiences] They're still learning that love is more of a journey and less of a destination. [A series of interconnected vignettes].

Ulysses by girlbookwrm [Words: 89,065 | Teens and Up Audiences] “Paperwork for the new head of Q-Branch,” Tanner said. “Of course.” The words were like glass in his throat. Smoke inhalation was a bitch. His brain felt slow and foggy, like it was full of smoke too. “Who shall I take them to?” M lifted one white brow. “They’re for you, Quartermaster.” Bond and Q are drawn together by names, work, and a certain Aston Martin. In which Q is kidnapped once, Bond is poisoned twice, and Eve is a badass on at least three occasions. AKA that time I tripped and wrote 80,000 words of 00Q. All titles unapologetically stolen from Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Espionage is a Family Affair by nagapdragon [Words: 78.403 | Mature] It's common knowledge that angels make good weapons and terrible soldiers. They're hard to kill, hard to catch, and leave a swathe of destruction wherever they go. That's why MI6 likes them. James Bond, Agent 007, is one of the most devastating weapons MI6 will admit to having. Explosions follow his every whim and he's nearly impossible to kill, despite the best efforts of terrorists worldwide. He's second only to the weapons MI6 pretends don't exist- archangels are only a theory, after all. Aren't they?

Bond to You by therunawaypen [Words: 5,749 | Mature] Bond isn't a name. It's a rare breed of people that have designated soulmates, to whom a Bond will be eternally faithful to. Every child dreams of being a Bond's Chosen soulmate. James uses his status as a Bond to seduce many a mark into thinking they're his Chosen, while deep down he resents his identity because he has been unable to find his Chosen. Then he meets Q that fateful day in front of that painting.

How Q Hacked Online Dating by JayPendragon [Words: 23,836 | Explicit] “How does that lead to…?” Eve waves her hand at the mess behind Q’s back. Q feels his expression morph into a sly grin. “I have a new plan. I’m going to stay on these dating platforms, but I’m going to treat them as databases. Rather than waiting for an algorithm to set me up, I'm going to try reverse-engineering this entire system.” In which Q works in the private sector, still winds up friends with Eve, and applies science to his love life. Obviously, Eve gets involved.

Leading Edge by Batsutousai  [Words:  7,251 | Teens and Up Audiences] All fae-born were raised on stories of how cruel dragon-borns were, how they had no care for anyone outside themselves and their greed, that they would sell their own mother's soul to the devil before allowing themselves to be hurt. They were told that all dragon-borns were to be killed on sight, and taught spells that would do just that, if ever given the chance. It would be just Q's luck that one of his agents was dragon-born.

Pen and Paper by Salios [Words:  5,300 | Teens and Up Audiences] Q wrung his hands anxiously, teeth gnawing at his lower lip. It was a bad habit, biting his lip, but he couldn’t help it when he was nervous. And he really did have reason to be nervous. Well, excited to the point of nearly crippling nervousness, actually. Today he’d finally get to meet his boyfriend of three years. For the first time ever.

people can surprise you (or not) by pdameron [Words: 10,538 | Teens and Up Audiences]   “I’m not you, Bond. I don’t exactly have a technique for getting rich strangers to like me.” “Just do your naive cute puppy thing, and they’ll be doting on you in no time,” Bond replies as he pulls up to the grand estate. “My what?” Q asks incredulously. Bond doesn’t answer, simply giving him an indulgent smile. The fucker. (or: 00q meets Gosford Park. Except not really.)

A Common Solution by SailorChibi  [Words:  17,654 | Teens and Up Audiences] Bond has been ignoring his biological needs. Boothroyd is retiring and MI6 is in need of a new Quartermaster. What do these two things have in common? They both have an easy solution... if only M can get Bond to extract a certain hacker  NOTE: This does not have the “James Bond/Q” tag, but I’ll add it in my list anyway.

Taken by Nana_41175 [Words: WIP | Explicit]    Or, the cheating fic that *nearly* is! Q is engaged to be married, but not to Bond. Excerpt: Bond blinked. “Boyfriend? What do you mean, boyfriend?” “I mean exactly that,” said Moneypenny. “Honestly, what’s the matter with you? Q’s been seeing someone for over a year. And if I’m not mistaken, Daniel is going to pop the question on him this evening. Dan asked me for advice on the ring, after all.” NOTE: This is currently a WIP fanfic, but it’s almost done with 2 chapters left to be posted. Would be a bummer if I don’t add it, right? 

His Keeper by Nana_41175 [Words:  45,482 | Explicit] Protecting the Quartermaster entails a special set of circumstances, and Q is the last one to know. Excerpt: “Your identity has been compromised,” M said as he leaned forward in his chair, his features grim even as his tone remained even and calm. “I am standing you down from all your duties in Q branch. Kindly hand in all personal computers and devices. I am placing you on administrative leave, effective immediately. You need to disappear for a while, Q, for your own safety. Think of this as the holiday you never had these past two years. We will get down to the bottom of this and repair the damage done; otherwise I shall have to ask you to step down. ”Q gaped at him, finally speechless. “At any rate, quartermasters are entitled to double-O agents as bodyguards, when the need arises, and he personally volunteered,” M continued as though he’d not just dropped the equivalent of a bomb and a death sentence through slow torture rolled into one, “and I do agree that under the circumstances, 007 would be the best choice as your bodyguard.”

Daddy and Uncle James by 1MissMolly [Words:  26,115 | Teens and Up Audiences] James Bond can remain cool and collected in the most trying of circumstances. He is an expert at hand to hand combat and marksman with numerous weapons. He can seduce any woman or man he chooses. He has the highest success rate at achieving his goals, and he has his sights on the young Quartermaster. The only thing standing in his way is the only thing that will surely defeat him. A six year old girl named Elizabeth Park. Bond's planned seduction of Q is interrupted by the arrival of Q's daughter, Lizzie.

Treason, Traitors, and Treachery by Kryptaria, zooeyscigar [Words:  63,230 | Mature] All James Bond wanted was a quiet holiday on his luxury motoryacht on the Costa del Sol. Time to recuperate and think about his future with MI6. But his plans get hijacked when a traitor to the crown returns, bringing news of an even greater threat to MI6. And the traitor isn't working alone.Thankfully, neither is James.

Playing the Part by ElektricAngel [Words: 23,116 | Teens and Up Audiences] James Bond comes into Q Branch after a mission with all of his equipment accounted for and in tact, and a complete mission report in Q's inbox. Q is pleasantly surprised and more than a little suspicious. Rightly so, as it happens, because Bond makes an unusual request of him. And yet, his license to kill is not the only thing that makes the man difficult to say no to...

Breathe With Me by Flantastic [Words: 7,575 | Explicit] When James Bond goes back to MI6 following his disastrous relationship with Dr Madeleine Swann, Q wants nothing to do with him. Then there's an accident in Q-Branch...

Bittersweet by dr_girlfriend [Words:  14,229 | Explicit] The first time Bond flirted with Q, it was purely out of self-defense. The second time Bond flirted with Q was largely manipulation. The third time Bond flirted with Q, he just wanted to feel something. The fourth time Bond flirted with Q was out of sheer boredom.Somehow, flirting with Q became something of a habit for Bond.And then, it became something else.

A Bond of Matrimony by enigma_kar [Words: 12,691 | Mature] The one where Bond’s next mission involves going undercover with Q. Includes: banter, fake marriage, espionage, car chases, life-or-death situations, and Moneypenny taking far too much delight in the whole affair.

as permanent as stone cathedrals by pdameron [Words: 6,002 | Teens and Up Audiences] Q has been in love for two years, six months, and twelve days when James Bond walks away, leaving him with a bleeding head and a broken heart on a dark and noisy London bridge.

just like old times (please don’t ever change) by Rosslyn  [Words:  5,173 | Teens and Up Audiences] Sometimes when Q is alone in his workshop and there is an experiment that needs to be supervised and he can’t go home and he can’t sleep, he watches Bond’s vitals.

How Much Love Can the Weight of Water Carry? by 00QEros (Dassandre) [Words: 39,549 | Explicit] Though Bond returned to MI6 after his ill advised jaunt around the globe with Madeleine Swann, Q still struggles with his own feelings for the agent in spite of the fact that Bond is clearly not the same man as the one who walked away from their friendship on Westminster Bridge. James regrets having left London and MI6, but it is nothing in comparison to the remorse he feels for abandoning Q. However, James has made repairing their friendship his primary goal in the hope of gaining something he never realised he needed as badly as he does. But Bond really hasn’t had a good time of it lately. Breaking his leg in a freak accident, James camps out at Q’s flat when the white-washed, soulless walls of Medical become too much for him to tolerate. Unfortunately, his leg is only the beginning of Bond’s health problems, and Q is conscripted into being James’ caretaker. Confined to the close quarters of Q’s flat, the Quartermaster finds himself opening back up to the agent, but will the two men find their way to one another as they should have done years ago, or is time no longer on their side?

So I guess that’s it for now! I still have a couple in my belt, but most of them are still WIP so I’d keep them for now. I’ll be adding them once they are finished. 

[riotatthemovies]

Halloween sitcom specials.

When the Halloween season comes rolling in I like most people start to watch more horror movies (maybe even more than I usually do). But near Halloween the horror I watch needs to have a childish innocence to it. Memories of Halloween with candy and costumes and telling each other innocent ghosts stores around a fire to spook each other. That's what Halloween is for me, memories of how as a child monsters and ghosts were just too damn cool. So the horror films I choose are more monster based often with a folklore campfire tales twists. However I also love flashing back to the cheesiest childhood memories of tv at the time. Everyone loves the better episode of Simpsons Treehouse of horror. The VHS collecting geeks I talk to often post articles about the infamous Halloween make up tips tapes and safety PSA tapes of the 80s. 

For your retro entertainment I bring you a list of my 10 favorite sitcom and kids show Halloween episodes of my youth. I say my favorite not the best because I'm sure if I said the best I'll get a msg saying I'm wrong. Also I'm sure some kids gonna tell me of a that's so Raven episode and I'm an old so I never watched that. Also people always talk about the Rosanne Halloween episodes so I will let everyone else talk about those. Also note there was never a Golden girls Halloween special and if there was there is no doubt that would be the top of my list. So this is in no real order . . .

10: Facts of Life Season 5 episode The Halloween Show

Natalie is making a home movie and SPOILER tricks all the girls into believing their den mother is possessed by a ghost and is turning random people into sausages and feeding them to the group. Yeah seriously that's the point, I mean you don't know its Natalie tricking everyone so she can film a reality horror film until the end but you figure it out. Its completely unbelievable that the group of girls fall for this and legit believe it enough to try and fight their den mother that they have been best friends with for five seasons. The magic of a show being 25 minutes long that the characters have to jump to huge assumptions and get over it and a chuckle pretty quick too.

9: Webster Season 4 episode Witchbusters

Webster has some non Halloween oddly creepy episodes as it was pure 80s kids entertainment. Webster loved wearing Halloween masks and in season 2 he finds a creepy doll in the room of a missing girl that looks like a real person and comes off very Black Christmas/ Psycho. But I love the season 4 episode where Webster is peer pressured into sneaking into an old ladies house on Halloween because everyone thinks she is a witch. When Webster sneaks in his friend chickens out and leaves . Webster then finds one of the old ladies cats and thinks it is his friend who had been turned into the cat by the witch. Like many episodes the issue at had happens because Webster is really dumb. So of course he kidnaps the cat and takes it home because he thinks its his friend. Dumb Webster Dumb. Man I loved that stupid show.

8 .Family Matters season 8 episode STEVIL

Many people seem to remember the Halloween episode where infamous Steve Urkel brings a ventriloquist dummy to the Winslows Halloween party and as as ventriloquist dummies do , it comes to life and tries to kill everyone. Goosebumps meets Family Matters right there. I noticed its been the hip show to talk about this seaspn, probably cause this happened in the 90s.

7. Mr. Belvedere season 3 episode called Halloween

Mr Belvedere is depressed after eye surgery and the youngest kid in the family Wesley gets old Mr Belvedere in an eye patch and brings him out trick or treating which in turn sends him out on a bit of a bender. Also in the episode the daughter wants to wear a sexy maid costume to a party but her dad wont let her. So her older brother wears the maid costume to the party so they can secretly switch costumes there. Just one of many episodes where the older brother Kevin did a drag scene to show off his legs. ALSO in that episode the dad Bob Ueker is asked to join a sort of Shriners group but they end up being a crazy hooded cult. Which is extra funny cause in later episodes you find he did join the Shriner group after all and they never mention them being a cult. In fact the next time you see the cult members they are friends of the family and all go in drag with the oldest son they can go under cover to catch a purse snatcher.. but that's another episode.

6. Alf season 2 episode called Some enchanted evening.

Alf wants to go trick or treating cause well candy of course. The tanners think its too dangerous for Alf to go out even that he insists everyone will think he is just in a costume and not an actual Alien Life form. Eventually a Halloween party is held at the house and Alf meets an old cat lady. Alf loves cats... sorta. Also in the episode is an appearance of Lewis Arquette the dad of the all those wacky Arquette kids.

Seeing the costumes that appear in all these episodes makes one feel like in the 80s and 90s there was a rule that you couldn't have a Halloween party if there was not one devil, one pirate , one French maid, one little bo peep, one scarecrow and one Dracula. Like it was a rule or something.

5. KnightRider Season 3 episode called Halloween Knight

Michael Knight must investigate the visions of a confused woman. They believe she will be the next victim of a murdered in a gorilla suit. In the episode a man wears one of the silver shamrock pumpkin masks from Halloween 3. I did an whole article on this last year. Just another reason for you to go look through the riotatthemoveis archive.

4. Fall Guy season 4 episode called October 31st

Elvira guests stars as her self as she teams up with Lee Majors and the Fall guy team to break a curse and solve a possible murder in an old castle. Guest cameos of John, David and Keith Carradine. Also Lewis Arquette. Elvira would return the next season in an episode called.. wait for it.. October the 32nd... Yep.

3. Night Court season 3 episode called Halloween Too.

Every season of Night Court got a Halloween episode but this one is suiting for the humorous episode title and for Markie Post (who was in the episode of Fall Guy I just mentioned) wearing an amazingly and awkwardly hot witch costume. She shows up in this costume after Judge Stone has just broken up with his girlfriend who he discovers is an actual witch with magical powers as he believed her magic compromised his position on the bench. Guest cameo by Anne Ramsey as another witch. All the Halloween episodes are but I really like in this one when Quan Lee misunderstands the concept of Trick or Treating and thinks you need to threaten people for candy. Also I just needed an excuse to post this picture of Markie Post.

2 . Diff’rent Strokes Season 7 episode called A Haunting we will go. Arnold and his new step brother Sam (yeah that's a thing if you ever watched the last two season of Diff’rent Strokes) peer pressure them selves into sneaking in to an old haunted house. (similar to the Webster episode as poor little Gary Coleman and Emanuel Lewis would always be compared to each other). What makes this episode gold is when Arnold and Sam break into the haunted house they have detailed replica Ghostbusters costumes on, decades before Strangers Things season 2. We also get a door banging , chandelier shaking haunted house , dusty piano and everything if I remember right and then they show us how they did it. Very cool for an 80s kid like me. Also guest stars the amazing John Astin.

Last but not least...

Punky Brewster season 2 episodes Perils of Punky part one and 2. The cartoon series has an episode of the same name but no relation. This two parter is something if you know me you have heard about a lot. Punky and her pals go camping and meet a native shaman who tells them about a haunted cave, so in part 2 what do they do.. go in it of course. Then shit get surreal. Punkys friends get offed one by one by evil spirits then get turned into severed heads, one that flies and one that is stuck in the rock wall. It all ends with Punky having to battle a giant spider with shades of the original IT movie and has to hack it to death with an axe. Ending in the spirit of native girl waving goodbye in the cave that looks just like Punky as her friends magically come back to life as if it was all a dream... or was it. The episode is to be seen to be believed. My second favorite next to the episode where Punky thinks she killed a man at her restaurant but finds out he is just a narcoleptic with a broken hearing aid. COMEDY!!!!!

There are so many more, feel free to msg me and let me know old tv shows that had wild Halloween episodes that you hold dear.

I need some Count Chocula and a reason to watch some more... hmm maybe some boo berry,... oh man, anyone got an Haunted House pasta or Scarieos?

dang.

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[hollyclough]

10 AntiAging Lifestyle Hacks That With Keep You Youthful And Possibly Make You Age Backwards

1. Drink Your Water 

2. Cut Back on Alcohol 

3. Get at Least 8 Hours of Sleep A Night 

4. Get Your Recommended Daily Value of Calcium & Vitamin D 

5. Workout at least 3x a Week 

6. Invest in Yourself… Basic Skincare Products, Stress Management Sessions, Indulge in Things That Make You Feel Good. 

7. Always Take Your Makeup Off Before Bed & Before You Workout 

8. Take Care Of Your Hair; ie. Natural Conditioners & Cleansing Shampoos, no harsh products. 

9. Change Your Diet; Less Dairy and Fried Food, More Healthy Carbs, Fruits & Veggies. 

10. Stop Tanning and Use Self Tanners with SPF. 

[sunaddicted]

Intrusion (00q)

If there was something he could barely believe, it was that James was actually back - no matter the fact that the other man had shamelessly knocked to his door and elbowed his way into his flat that very afternoon, accompanied by Eve who had received a rather nasty glare for leading the agent right to the threshold of his home.  It harnt been her fault, of course: whenever James got something into his head, be that something like driving his car right into a goddamned river or simply making a bother out to himself, nobody could persuade him of doing the opposite - or something different, at least.

Q was sure that Eve hadn't even tried - whether because she thought he needed to face James sooner rather than later or because she knew it wasn't worth even attempting to change the other's mind - but he couldn't find it in himself to he truly angry with her.

Not for long, anyway.

He didn't have anyone else besides her - not anyone human at least and, no matter how much he loved the cats, from time to time he did need to speak to someone who could actually talk back; who could comfort him and push him whenever  he needed it; who would keep him from slowly going insane. It wasn't that he didn't have a good relationship with Tanner or R but he wasn't as close to them as he was to Eve; he hadn't allowed them to be, really: allowing himself to be vulnerable with one person at a time already  seemed overwhelming enough.

Q slithered under the covers, sighing with relief when he found his cats already snoring away in bed, cuddled up together against the pillows; warm and soft as they were, their presence was more than enough to calm him down a little and he managed to close his eyes, sighing again as some of the burning finally abated.

Only to snap them open again when Turing twitched, head moving from the crook of his paws and turning towards a the source of a noise too soft for Q's merely human hearing to pick up. As unassumingly as he could, Q slid his hand underneath the pillow and closed his fingers around the handle of the gun; he had started keeping one there after the attempted kidnapping in Austria - probably, it would have been better if he had talked to someone in Psych about the traumatizing event but the gun had worked just fine up to that moment to keep his anxiety at bay.

His heart was hammering loudly in his chest and temples, making it even more impossible for Q to hear any other strange noises or just how loud his own breathing was and whether it was the dead giveaway of his alertness he feared it to be - and what if whoever it was just shot him through the blankets? They wouldn't need to look at him in the eyes, if they had been sent just for an execution and they could easily check that they had hit their true target after he was death, without risking any struggles or fights.

Not that Q would be able to put up much of a fight: he wasn't completely ignorant of self-defence techniques but a lack of practice and confidence in his own physical prowess certainly weren't going to be his friends, if it ever came to a hand to hand combat - he had always been too reliant on his computers and his hacking skills, he would be able to count only on desperation in a physical fight.

"Calm down, you're going to hyperventilate"

(Continues on ao3)

[goodgenesirl-blog]

How Tanning Spray Water Works?

Tanning waters are considered the most hydrating and moisturizing tans for the skin; they provide glow to your skin. Self-tanning is getting in, so let’s welcome the tanning waters. Tanning water is just a spray made with vitamins, DHA, and rose water, which are the active ingredients of the tanning water. It is considered a moderate tanner. Once you applied it, after a few hours, you will get beautiful glowing skin.

Tanning water will moisten and soften the skin leading towards healthy glowing skin. Self-tanning spray water is supposed to provide double purposes because this is not specified for your face or body; it means you can apply it on your face and your body. Applying tanning water on your skin generally means that we are providing a drink to our body.

People are very curious to know that does such self-tanning spray water exists that doesn’t cause a mess, don’t stain our clothes or bed sheets, and the palm of our hand? Such tanning sprays exist, that has unique water for tanning purpose.

How to Apply Tanning Water?

When it comes to the usage of tanning water, it’s quite easy. The best way to apply this tanning water sprays it in your skin gently and rubs it in that area with the help of your palms.

If you want to apply tanning water on your body, then make it sure you shaved that area 24 hours ago before applying the spray. This step is quite necessary to get an even tone skin, and the final results of the self-tanning will be just like a natural tan. Also, ensure that you have cleaned the makeup or any other scent before applying a tanning spray.

How Long will The Tanning Spray Last on the Skin?

How long the tanning water will last on your skin depends upon your skin type and your lifestyle. Many people take a bath daily, and other people ay swim; these are the elements due to which tanning water will last on the skin.

Hacks of Tanning:

You can also place the self-tanning water in the fridge; it will be just a freshening and restoring a way of applying tan on your skin. You can use the tanning water to set your makeup with it. In this way, when you will wash your face at the end of a tiring day, your face will still be tanned.

[pinerlucky]

Ulysses s grant book

(Working in the tannery, among the bloody skins and the giant rats that gnawed on them, left young Ulysses permanently unable to eat less-than-well-done meat.) All sons are made in their father’s shade, and Grant’s pushy, braggart, loudmouthed father produced a quiet, outwardly obedient, and inwardly resistant son, who came to hate showing off. Ulysses’s father, Jesse Grant, was a hard-pushing small-time entrepreneur who started out as a tanner. It is a style of American Misery familiar from Mark Twain-the Scotch-Irish-American style, mirthless and Methodist and mercenary. The first pages of the book tell of Grant’s rise from a hardscrabble life in Point Pleasant, Ohio. The reason Reconstruction failed, and ended with the reimposition of an apartheid system, had to do with an exasperating coalition of self-styled Northern “reformers” and the openly revanchist, anti-Grant Southerners-misguided progressives making common cause with true reactionaries against a well-meaning middle-and also with a general battle fatigue that afflicted the nation. He pressed the cause of black equality under the law, and was consistently on the right side of Reconstruction-era issues-winning more heartfelt praise from Frederick Douglass than Lincoln ever did. He makes a convincing case that Grant actually behaved nobly, even heroically, while in the White House. Though he does the usual justice to the military saga of the Civil War, and Grant’s decisive part in it, his book aims to rehabilitate Grant as a politician and as President. In a new biography, “ Grant” (Penguin Press), Ron Chernow, whose previous subjects include Washington and Hamilton (improbably launching the greatest musical-theatre work of our age), strenuously disputes the conventional view. Things are better now, but a quick survey of a Manhattan office showed that, while almost everyone had made a school trip to the Lincoln Memorial, not one had stopped to visit Grant’s Tomb. His tomb, on New York City’s Riverside Drive, had become, by the nineteen-nineties, so neglected that it was a national symbol of chaos. Journalists still cite the Grant Administration as among the most scandal-ridden and corrupt in American history. The brilliant general became the miserable President, fuelling the descent from glory into the Gilded Age. Though partial and prejudiced, to put it mildly, Adams’s vision of Grant as the author of America’s fatal five minutes has endured: Washington won his war and fathered his country Grant won his war but screwed over his. “Grant’s nominations had the singular effect of making the hearer ashamed, not so much of Grant, as of himself,” he writes in his great third-person autobiography, “ The Education of Henry Adams.” His hopes that Grant would be George Washington had been delusional folly, Adams decided: “The progress of evolution from President Washington to President Grant alone was evidence enough to upset Darwin.” Crushed (at least in memory), he felt that a line had been crossed, permanently separating the high-minded, essentially intellectual inheritance of the Revolution from the American future. Instead, he heard, one after another, the names of mere time-servers and hack politicians and unknown cronies of the General. Foreseeing a renaissance of civic virtue after the sufferings of the Civil War, Adams-whose great-grandfather was the second President, and whose father had been Lincoln’s Ambassador to Great Britain-expected his reformist vision and his intellectual cohort to be brought forward to rule, as the Alexander Hamilton–Thomas Jefferson generation had been after the triumph of the Revolution. Henry Adams, as he reports in his memoirs, was breathlessly waiting in the Capitol Building in 1869 for word of the Cabinet appointments that would be made by the newly elected President Grant. It is one of the more improbably dramatic moments in American letters. President Grant’s lapses were minor, Ron Chernow argues, compared with his widely overlooked furtherance of racial justice.

[10kiaoi]

Breathe Like You Mean It

Relationships: James Bond/Q Warnings: Illness, COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF ANGST

A couple of people requested to read this so I posted it instead of hoarding it away lol. Unbetaed, oneshot (for the moment. There’s some other things I didn’t get to include that I wanted in but I haven’t decided if I wanted to continue yet.) Enjoy! :D

Wheezing.

Couldn’t catch his breath.

The bout of coughing slowed, the white creeping in at the edges of his sight fading with the return of oxygen.

Spots of red in the center of the tissue he’d been coughing into.

Q’s eyes fluttered shut, resting his forehead against cool glass.

How much longer?

……………………

It was the bloody stupid car.

It couldn’t have been anything else. 007, for all his breadth of knowledge, had few actual interests outside of his job. James Bond had come waltzing in, his usual cocky and confident self. A mad twinkle in his eye. Far more mirth than should be allowed. It fully deserved the berating over finances and budgets Q had prepared for instances just as such.

“Q-” Bond started.

“No,” Q firmly cut him off, “Don’t even think about it.”

He could practically see 007’s shoulders rise with his inhalation to bull on with his cajoling, as he did with everything else.

The dryness in his throat. Then the itch preceding the bouts of him coughing his lungs up. The routine had become all too familiar, however unfortunate.

Damage control. Right.

Q clawed blindly at his desk. In his haste, a pile of folders toppled off the desk, bringing down a full pen holder and a calculator along with them. His fingers closed around thin sheets of tissue, swiftly tugging out several in quick succession. Just in time, he began hacking into the scrunched up fistful.

He’d wanted to continue; damned if he let 007 have the last word in his own bloody department- But the hacking cough hijacked any choice he’d had in the matter.

The white had overtaken his vision, and if he hadn’t already been seated, he’d be flat out on the floor. The warm hands steadying him on his shoulders barely registered as he hunched over, wheezing.   

Swift footsteps approaching, polite raps on the door and a minion pokes their head in.

The minion. Q couldn’t for the life of him recall his name right now, not with the white still beating a slow retreat. “Q, I’ve got the files-” The minion froze by the entryway, too shocked to get any closer.

Really should have just shut and locked the door from the beginning. Would have some peace- would have gotten some work done. Why hadn’t he, for goodness sake-

A calloused hand came over his, gently unfolding his clenched fist. Its partner, still a steady force pinning him in place, keeping him from fleeing. Or worse, flopping off the chair like a slinky.

Red spots, in the middle of white.

“Out,” Bond warned dangerously.

“But-” the stricken look the minion shot in Q’s direction barely registered.

“OUT!” Bond roared.

The door was slammed shut on the squeaking minion’s heels. The loaded silence after was deafening.

“It’s not contagious. I’d be hardly allowed in here, otherwise,” Q admitted finally, tiredly, weakness still on his breath.

“What is it?” Bond demanded gruffly, having planted himself on the edge of the desk for lack of better options. His fingers twitched, tempted to do something, anything-

Q sighed, a heavy exhale of helpless frustration.

“I don’t know.”  

……………………….

007 tilted his head thoughtfully where he sat half concealed by shadows, wondering, “How much did the Chinese pay you?”

The minion, tea minion, had frozen in the middle of shrugging off his coat.

………………………

“I’ll not,” M’s voice was all jagged glass and pointed ends, “have you endangering my staff in pursuit of some imaginary foe your brain’s cooked up to explain away the Quartermaster’s illness.”

Bond snarled viciously at that. His fingers dug into the armrests. No doubt the leather will have to be replaced once he’s left.  

“Give. It. Up. 007. Or I’ll be forced to remove you from the roster. Permanently.”

………………………..

“Cancel his credit cards. Put all his known aliases on the no fly list. If he even tries to step a foot out of Notting Hill, I want to know about it,” M ordered darkly.

The lack of an immediate acknowledgement had him pausing, turning to study his Chief of Staff.

“You don’t believe it’ll work,” Mallory queried.

Tanner only snorted, lost in a pensive stare off with his beer bottle.

“It’s never stopped him before,” Tanner belatedly offered.

…………………………

Q sat curled up on the loveseat in his warmest cardigan, three pairs of socks and two fleece blankets. Steam misted up his glasses as he warmed his hands around a mug of peppermint tea. Bond had gone into the other room earlier. The door muffled the noise to dull thuds. Q had little interest in finding out more either way.

When Bond re-emerged, it was to plop himself down right next to Q on the loveseat and take up as much space as physically possible.

He frowned when Q merely shifted to accommodate the reduction in space. He made no mention of it, however.

“I was supposed to be meeting someone,” Bond began haltingly.

“A date?” Q interrupted, seemingly unaware, eyes glued to the television.

Bond scowled. “Not anymore.”

“You needn’t be here,” Q pointed out, cross for all of a moment before it left him feeling even more drained.

Bond reached for a socked feet hidden under blankets, and began rubbing to get the blood flowing.

“No. I needn’t.”