#the James Bond challenge

[cressida-jayoungr]

One Dress a Day Challenge

September: Bond Films

Casino Royale (2006) / Eva Green as Vesper Lynd

Continuing with the five primary modes of Bond Girl chic, the third item on the list is evening wear. We've already had a taste of that with Sylvia Trench. Vesper Lynd's backless purple gown from Casino Royale is perhaps the most iconic evening dress of the Daniel Craig era. The plunging neckline and gathered material in the bodice make me think of Marilyn Monroe's famous gold dress, while the long lines echo the 1930s by way of the 1970s. The sparkly edging to the neck is meant to be attention-grabbing, and it is. The dress is finished with a matching wrap and clutch purse.

Like many dresses that appear deep purple onscreen, it appears considerably lighter and closer to raspberry-pink when seen offscreen. Compare this dress for another example of the same phenomenon.

[aethelfred]

Doctor Who fans watching literally anything

Mfw actors are in films and tv

Thanks to @iamteamponcho for the Love Actually suggestions

[dye-it-rouge-et-noir]

Your requests are open again. YAY! I was wondering if you could draw Roger (Bond) but in Neuvillette's outfit from genshin impact. You can simplify the details if it helps (Genshin characters can be so detailed). >:3 - Luna ✨️

Hi Luna!! I actually really like doing crossover stuff like this so this was fun to receive in the inbox! Sorry that this took quite some time (academics got to me haha) but I hope you like it!!

[ID in alt text]

[strawwritesfic]

Asexual!Q x Female!Reader: Logical Fallacy [Ch. 21]

Summary: Q’s got one hundred and two problems. His girlfriend is, technically speaking, every single one.

Challenge:  “102 Things A Guy Should Know About Girls” challenge by Miss Chocobo on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (foul language; sexual references; asexual!Q; sexual!reader; a running gag about sexual harassment; double standard: sexual harassment, female on male; sexual harassment played for comedy; James Bond & Reader friendship; civilian!reader; artist!reader; complicated family relationships; reader has a really big family; miscommunications; MI6 would not behave this way in reality; set post-Skyfall; joking references made to Bond/Q)

Pairings: Q/Female!Reader; James Bond/Eve Moneypenny

Tag List: @imaginesfire; @rory-cakes​

Master List

Rule #21: Size does matter–but only to hos, not to girls that want relationships.

If Q thought seeing Bond in various locations across London was stressful, it was nothing compared to seeing Bond in his own home. Even then, sitting at the table, Q could not help but feel immensely uncomfortable. Relatively large though the flat may have been, it still didn’t seem roomy enough to contain Bond, Q, and the latter's excitable girlfriend.

“There you go! Tea is up.” 

You flashed Bond a smile as you set one mug down in front of him, then Q. Bond smiled back, Q nodded, but you didn’t leave. Instead, you pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and settled in beside them.

“Mr. Bond, I know you’re here for super-secret work purposes and all–”

“Yes,” Q interjected. “He is.”

“–but could I ask you a question really quick?”

“[Name], now is really not the time. Mr. Bond needs to catch a flight to Beijing in the next five hours, and he really cannot afford to waste time with idle chitchat.”

“Oh, give the lady a break, Q.” Bond smirked at the look Q shot him over the top of his glasses. Really, it was bad enough that he had to invite Bond over to do this trade, and now Bond was purposely going to make Q look the bad guy. “I’m sure the professional matters can wait for a few minutes. Unless my ticket is going to blow up if I don’t leave quickly enough?”

Q answered with stony silence that you reacted to not at all.

Bond’s grin widened as he turned back to you. “Go ahead, [Name].”

For a moment, Q thought you might just do as he had asked and leave. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. These actions were unfortunately not in preparation for exiting the room. They were instead preparation to ask the following question:

“Mr. Bond, how big is your penis?”

Tea spurted from Q’s mouth. Both you and Bond turned to give him quizzical looks as he continued to cough.

“[Name]!” he protested around his coughing fit. “Why would you–You just can’t–Why do you even–” Q could not finish his sentences.

You shrugged your shoulders in an almost offensively casual manner. “What? It’s not like I’m taking out a tape measure and asking him to whip it out on the table.”

Q’s cheeks grew as hot as the teapot sitting on the stove. Next to him, Bond’s shoulders silently shook, as if he were trying desperately not to laugh openly at Q’s predicament. When Q could not find it in himself to speak, Bond ran a finger around the lip of his mug and asked:

“Why the sudden interest?”

“Well.” You frowned at the table. “Q says everyone wants to sleep with you. I guess I was just curious if that had anything to do with it, because as far as I know, no one has offered to sleep with Q other than me. Maybe it's a size issue?”

Now Bond was definitely suppressing a smile. “How big is Q’s?”

“That’s none of your business!” Q burst out at last. Bond chuckled. You cocked your head to one side and blinked. “Can we please just get back to what we came here to do?”

“You didn’t come here to do anything. You live here.”

“You know what I mean!” Of course, it was unprofessional to snap, not to mention that Q probably wouldn’t hear the end of this particular embarrassment for a long time to come–from Bond or you. He sighed and tried to contain himself before speaking again. “[Name], please relocate to the living room. This does require the exchange of some confidential information.”

“But I didn’t get my answer,” you said, sticking your lower lip out.

Q glowered at you. Sometimes it seemed as if you got some sort of kick out of mortifying him. 

From the corner of his eye, Q saw Bond wink. “I’m afraid that’s confidential information as well, [Name].” 

Q turned his head slightly to stare at Bond. What was going on? Was he really trying to salvage the situation? Or was he about to speak some new terror into it?

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

Bond nodded gravely. “I might have to kill you if I told you. M would definitely find out about it, and then where would we be?”

“Dead,” you said breathlessly. “Or arrested.”

“That’s right. Now, why don’t you run along to the living room before Q here’s head explodes?”

“Okay!” You got to your feet, beaming, and headed toward the hallway. “You two have fun!”

Q waited until he heard the television turn on, then heaved a relieved sigh as Bond took a deep swig of tea.

“Thanks,” said Q.

“Don’t mention it.”

[aprettyspy]

December 4th, "Sitrep, 007", is up for my 00Q YuletideFlashFic . For the prompt hot cocoa, magic ingredient.

[luminiferocity]

i carry your gun with me (i carry it by my heart)

For the @mi6-cafe poetry month:

After leaving his personal statement in a Komodo dragon nest, Bond starts to send Q unconventional not-quite-apologies. Q would rather he returned his kit.

(From a WIP covering Skyfall, Spectre and NTTD. Q is in italics, Bond is in bold, *links to adapted sources are at the end.)

A labour of love 

Smoking and bullet ridden 

Unforgivable

–

Remember the time you Q Branched my car and I destroyed it?

I thought you'd kill me...

But you didn't.

————— 

God damnit, Bond. I'd consider it a personal favour if you returned the DB10 unscathed.

–

Three million pounds

Please bring it back in one piece

Tiber's getting dredged

–

Wherever I am, there's always Q,

There's always Q and Me.

Whatever I do, he says not to… *

–

Flying aside, I trust you made it home without incident

–

There once was a boffin named Q

Who never once said that'll do

His inventions are loud

They can sure part a crowd

Now tell me if you got back to HQ – please

–

Answer the damn question, Q – are you all right? 

–

Landed fine, job's on

The line – as per usual

Sorry, been busy

Also:

I really, really

            unbelievably    

            deeply           

         still

hate you right now 

–

So wherever I am, there's always Q,

There's always Q and Me.

"What would I do?" I said to Q,

"If it wasn't for you," and Q said: "True,

It isn't much fun for One, but Two,

Can stick together," says Q, says he.

"That's how it is," says Q. *

–

See above.

————— 

A reprise:

A labour of love 

Smoking and bullet ridden 

Same car, same story

–

Smoking and bullet-ridden car

Or myself?

Regretfully

Rather it than me

You and yours saved my life yet again 

–

Majestic lines and an

Engine that purred

Turned to fragments and hulking scrap

Only you, Bond

Overtime awaits

(I am sorry, Bond, and not just about the car)

–

What happens to a dream deferred?

…Usually it explodes *

————— 

Enjoy Jamaica

–

Hauled away for scrap

Rusting on a beach somewhere

Whiskey soaked – been worse

(Have you got eyes on me? Does M know?)

–

I'll take your silence as a no. Thank you, Q

————— 

An unexpected 

Visitor brings a poor gift

Another fine mess

–

Thank you for dinner

Great food, odd cats, grumpy host

Four out of five stars

–

Leave my cats alone or you're on the streets tonight.

–

My most sincere apologies 

————— 

Bond, where are you? I know you know where Dr Swann is, let me help you.

–

Bond?

–

James, please.

–

I'll contact you soon

————— 

Thank you for everything, Q

–

i carry your gun with me (i carry it by

my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

i go it goes, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling) 

                         i fear           

                         no fate *

————— 

But You Didn't, Merrill Glass 

Remember the time you lent me your car and I dented it?

Us Two, A A Milne

Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,

There's always Pooh and Me.

Harlem, Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

i carry your heart with me, e. e. cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it

[kiarcheo]

Cathy: Oh Anna, what would I do without you?

Anna: The problem I have is that you don't do anything with me.

[aintgonnatakethis]

Valentine's Day

A gift is left on Q's desk, assumptions are made, cats are loved, and something new is born. Part of the Aspec Year challenge. February prompt: Valentine's Day.

Words: 7953, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: M/M

Relationship: James Bond & Q

Characters: Q (James Bond) James Bond

Additional Tags: Q POV Asexual James Bond Valentine's Day Coming Out The Aspec Year Challenge

Collections: The Aspec Year

@aroace-kodama-sakuko

[figureskatingcostumes]

Lana Petranovic and Antonio Souza-Kordeiru skating to Writing's on the Wall at the 2020 Challenge Cup.

(Source: Martin & Dora)

[cressida-jayoungr]

One Dress a Day Challenge

September: Bond Films

The Spy Who Loved Me / Caroline Munro as Naomi

In terms of the "five primary modes of Bond girl chic," would this count as a combination of swimwear and lingerie? But it also functions as no-nonsense work clothes, since Naomi is all business and she works around water a lot.

The ropes of beads all over the wrap she's wearing over the swimsuit look pretty, but they seem like they would get in the way a lot.

[v-thinks-on]

By the time we departed at the end of the evening, the temperature had dropped so that the mud had turned to ice and slush, and the rain to snow, which had even begun to accumulate in colder or drier patches. Watson and I trod delicately down the street to the hotel, arm in arm for balance as much as camaraderie. The snow crunched beneath our feet, leaving conspicuous tracks in our wake—but we had nothing to fear.

“You of course recognized the young Captain Bond,” I remarked.

“He and the rest of your young relations are not so young any more,” Watson said. “He seems to have made some name for himself in the service.”

“Yes,” I said with a dismissive wave of my hand, “Mycroft has found him to be a reliable man.”

“That’s high praise,” Watson said pointedly; I could hear in his voice that he knew my doubts as well as I, but did not share them. “Did he really tamper with your experiment?”

I could not but smile, as Watson had surely known I would at the mention of my work. “Yes, apparently Mr. Marcus’s troubles have become a delicate matter of state, which Captain Bond insisted not be revealed at an informal gathering.”

Watson gave a gratifying chuckle. “But what were Mr. Marcus’s troubles?”

“Captain Bond did not see it necessary to tell me, and I confess I was no more aware than you that he was involved in anything out of the ordinary for a young man down on his luck—or had you deduced that it was a matter of state?”

“Hardly,” Watson insisted. “I only knew that he was involved in a murder, though it explains an admiral’s son living under a false identity.”

“Yes, I had merely presumed that he had fallen into some bad business of the sort which only grows deeper with time and inevitably leads to danger when the wrong person is slighted. However, I should have known from the first that the involvement of an admiral’s son would make it a state affair as a matter of course.”

Watson patted my arm in humorous consolation. “Just think of how it will be for Inspector Lestrade. What will you tell him?”

“What else? That the case is solved,” I said, opening the door to the hotel to let Watson and myself inside, out of the snow.

[secretdiscovery]

Put your music on shuffle and post the first ten songs.

I have less music on my phone than on my computer…But that’s in the other room so phone will have to do.

1. Be with You by Noah Guthrie

2. Song of the South by Alabama

3. I Like That (Stop) by Jae Millz

4. Part of Your World (Reprise) from The Little Mermaid sung by Jodi Benson

5. I Can Only Imagine by MercyMe

6. Canadian Idiot by Weird Al Yancovic

7. Lego House by Ed Sheeran

8. Lose My Mind by Brett Eldredge

9. It’s Not Unusual by Tom Jones

10. Tomorrow Never Dies from Tomorrow Never Dies sung by Sheryl Crow

My taste in music is even way more all over the place than this actually.

[strawwritesfic]

Asexual!Q x Female!Reader: Logical Fallacy [Ch. 20]

Summary: Q’s got one hundred and two problems. His girlfriend is, technically speaking, every single one.

Challenge:  “102 Things A Guy Should Know About Girls” challenge by Miss Chocobo on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (foul language; sexual references; asexual!Q; sexual!reader; a running gag about sexual harassment; double standard: sexual harassment, female on male; sexual harassment played for comedy; James Bond & Reader friendship; civilian!reader; artist!reader; complicated family relationships; reader has a really big family; miscommunications; MI6 would not behave this way in reality; set post-Skyfall; joking references made to Bond/Q)

Pairings: Q/Female!Reader; James Bond/Eve Moneypenny

Tag List: @imaginesfire; @rory-cakes​

Master List

Rule #20: Saying something sweet might get you off the hook, but doing something sweet will always get you off the hook.

Q could hear the television the moment he walked through the front the door that night. It wasn't on loud enough that he could understand what people were saying, or, indeed, if anyone was talking at all, but he could tell that it was on. That meant that you were home, or at least he assumed as much. You’d long since abandoned the habit of leaving things on when you left the flat.

He was not entirely sure if your presence was a good sign. His hand gripped the small bouquet of flowers he’d bought on the way home as he shut the door behind him.

“[Name],” he called into the oddly still home. “[Name], are you here?”

You didn’t answer. 

His pulse quickened a bit. More likely than not, you simply weren’t talking to him. He couldn’t blame you. But the silence did not necessarily mean that you had left entirely.

“[Name],” Q said again, trying to keep his voice light. 

If you were still spooked, he didn’t want to make things worse. As his worry grew, he wandered down the hall, following the sound of the television until he reached the living room. He peeked inside reluctantly, then felt the tightness in his chest dissipate at once.

You were there, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a bowl of popcorn in your lap. Your eyes looked a little glassy, but otherwise you seemed much healthier than Q had seen you in days. Your was damp, still dripping slightly onto the collar of the faded t-shirt you wore for pajamas. He practically collapsed against the door frame in relief.

“Eh?” With a handful of popcorn almost to your mouth, you stopped, blinked, and looked in his direction. Oh, sure. That you noticed. Not him shouting frantically for you a few minutes ago. “Alton!”

Q could only stare as you sat up a little straighter and beamed at the sight of him. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting upon coming home, but it certainly wasn’t this enthusiastic greeting. When you’d been let out of M’s office that afternoon, you’d only given Q a tremulous goodbye before sprinting for the exit. Now, everything seemed fine. He gazed steadily at you for a long minute; all you did was gaze back while shoving fistfuls of popcorn into your mouth.

“[Name],” he said hesitantly and very seriously. “Are you all right?”

“I’m great!”

“No, I mean…after all of that.”

You blinked again, then cocked your head and smiled a very rare kind of smile for you–one that told Q that you understood something that he, as of that moment, did not. He walked a little farther into the room before you spoke:

“I’m fine. Look, Alton, I’m really sorry you had to see –”

“No, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

An impatient hand waved in the air above your head. “You were just trying to protect me. Mr. Bond, too. I really am sorry for breaking down like that. I just…” You trailed away and allowed your eyes to do so as well. When you looked back at Q a second later, you did so with a shrug. “Went a little stir crazy. You know I don’t like to be alone, and there was nothing to do. I just sat there all day, worrying about you. And I couldn’t contact anyone…”

Silence fell. You chewed on your lip as you glanced about the living room. What were you looking for? A place to hide? 

Q stood above you with guilt gnawing at his chest. He took a deep breath; apologizing had never been one of his strengths, but he knew he needed to do it now.

“[Name], I am so sorry.”

You lifted your eyebrows, but didn’t comment on the unusual situation. After a moment, you frowned and tugged on one of his pants' legs, as it was the only thing you could reach. “Alton, quit apologizing. You told me things might get like this when you took the MI6 job. I was the one that chose to stay, okay?”

“And are you still going to?”

“Of course I am, Alton.” When Q looked at you questioningly, you grinned. “Come on. How are you supposed to survive without me? You don’t even know how to work an oven properly.”

“Yes, I do!”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile remained. “Just teasing. I love you, Alton. I’m not going to leave just because of that. It wasn’t too bad. Everyone was really nice to me.”

“Even M?”

“Yeah, your boss was totally cool. Although he did tell me not to video call you at work anymore.”

“Probably a good idea.”

This time, the silence was gentler. You smiled soppily up at Q, and he could feel a tiny smile on his own face as well. Then he remembered the flowers.

“Oh!” He practically threw the bouquet at you. “I got you these. To say I’m sorry. I thought you might like them. But maybe you don’t? I couldn’t remember what you said about flowers. You can just toss them out. I mean, if you want to.”

Q could feel his ears turning red. He was babbling. How embarrassing.

You, however, only smiled again as you took the flowers from him. “Thanks, Alton. But you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he insisted. “I…love you, too.”

Your eyes went wide. Q couldn’t fathom why, though. Surely he’d said that before? But you didn’t leave him long to ponder. You patted the wood floor beside you and gestured toward the television.

“Take a seat, Alton. Just for a little while. Then you should definitely get some sleep.”

“Probably,” said Q. But he settled down next to you anyway, and let his head fall on your shoulder.

[hollowwhisperings]

most security guards/cops/crims are more dangerous to themselves than to any actual threat. in the Early Years of Batman, he was a Cryptid who only appeared at night & had the Power Of Money to support said "Cryptid" status via having MUCH better tech (armour, spyware, [nightvision], training with said tech, non-lethal weapons, niche tools, etc) than everyone else. At night, with a previously scouted out map of an area & a local's familiarity with it, Batman wouldn't need to "ninja" that hard because... unless a guard's boss was SCARIER than a Bat Cryptid, they're not going to be overly invested in risking their lives (though Batman's Technical Pacifism wasn't realised until Later: I assume Gotham's medical insurance runs by North American Rules, making a "non-lethal" beatdown probs scarier to the Average Mook).

The Penguin is a Threat because out of ALL the early crime bosses of the Era where Batman Began... HIS GANG SURVIVED (as in, it didn't get disbanded or turn on itself after losing multiple arms deals/smuggling shipments/sundry criminal activities via way of Bat Cryptid). Somehow, the Penguin keeps landing back on his feet: it Varies from writer to writer but the "Modern" Penguin is one of Gotham's more "civilised" crimebosses. As opposed to the Chaotic Crime pre-Batman or the Chaotic Evil of Certain Supervillains, the Penguin is an "Organized" Crimeboss. He's dangerous because he outsurvived all his contemporaries, he has Connections & Political Influence: treating the Penguin as a threat is Only Polite, in a setting like Gotham.

...except when the Penguin is named less for his Penguin Suit and just Penguins: those penguins BLOW UP & get sent into civilian areas. The umbrella ALSO blows up. It also tends to be a machine gun &/or a Detonation Device. This is the Penguin who Danny Devito played. The Batman of that setting was also one without decades of experience & familiarity with [being a vigilante], less Paranoid and Detective-y. Just Very Camp. And, in a Camp Setting, the Penguin can AND WILL "outcamp" the guy not commiting to being a Spooky Bat Cryptid.

The problem with Batman in his present incarnation is that we need simultaneously to believe that this is a man who can effortlessly ninja his way through dozens of gun-toting mercenaries, and that this is a man to whom Danny DeVito with an umbrella is a credible threat.

[aprettyspy]

December 2nd of my YuletideFlashFic for the prompt Naughty list redemption story