#thenameisq

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[dontstoptrying]

i’m too lazy to check my meme tag @thenameisq

❛ what isn't clear is why people always say, "Goes without saying," yet still feel compelled to say the thing that was supposed to go without saying. doesn't that bother you ? ❜

���Well, Q,” she started, a satisfied smile already gracing her face, “it just goes without saying that some people are incredibly stupid.”

[agentsterling]

“Hello?” Sterling stepped into the tech lab, a bit unsure of himself and looking more than a little out of place and lost. “Agent...” He looked at the sticky note in his hand. “Q?”

Was that a name? Was that even an alias? It was just... a letter.

@thenameisq​

[hyperverbalbillionaire]

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thenameisq:

SEND ME A SENTENCE [INJURED]

For a moment he’s quiet, the sleeve of his favorite jumper covered in blood as he wipes his face with it and looks to the billionaire. “I’d hazard a guess that death though permanent would be considerably more comfortable than the pain.” He says it rather matter of fact only following it up with a subtle grin moments later. “Bright side.” He nodded.

hyperverbalbillionaire:

▼          Tony met the smartass grin of the British agent—Q, apparently—with a dubious expression. He cocked a questioning brow, trying to determine if Q was serious or joking. It was hard to tell with that deadpan delivery he gave.

“It’s the permanent part that bothers me,” Tony said patiently. What kind of weak-ass survival instinct did this kid have, anyway? No wonder the British Empire had deflated like a crappy soufflé on The Great British Bake Off. 

There may or may not have been an explanation as to why the kid’s name was just a letter, but, truth be told, Tony hadn’t really been listening at that point. He’d been too busy trying to come up with an escape plan—which was working out pretty well so far. And since he and Q (Was it a nickname?) had been snatched by the same as-yet-undetermined bad guys, they were evidently along for the same wild ride until they could get themselves out of this damn mess.

Tony held up the gun he’d taken off Henchman #1, now taking a little happy nap in the closet, zip-tied to his buddy, Henchman #2. Looking around the corner for more minions on the way, Tony absently patted the kid on the shoulder with his free hand. “Trust me, however much it hurts, it’s still a helluva lot better than cashing in your chips before the game is over. Where’s the fun in that? Let’s try to focus on getting the devil out of here before we actually have to worry about a more long-term get-out-of-jail-free card.”

He edged around the corner into the hallway, gun up, walking slowly and trying to see ahead and behind at the same time. He peeked around the next corner before ducking into that hallway when it proved empty. He had no idea where he was going since he’d been unconscious when they’d brought him in.

“You want another silver lining?” Tony stage-whispered, not waiting for an answer before continuing. “Any minute, someone with a gun’ll probably come around the corner and scare you shitless. You’ll forget all about your discomfort since you’ll have more than a measly pistol-whipping to get worked up about.”

[eye-spied]

@thenameisq​

Akela could only assume this was about her old eye implant. Why else would they ask her to go see the tech wizards. She’d been consulting on the study of it for years, having had 3 years of extremely intimate working knowledge of the tech, how to calibrate it, and anything they would need to know about it. She was the original incentives program member, after all. 

Then again, maybe they were going to switch it up on her finally today.

“Looking for someone named Q.” 

[bigdlittleibignlittleozzo-moved]

@thenameisq

Tony liked to think that he was fairly good with technology. He wasn’t a genius, by any means, but he did his best. He hadn’t managed to fry a computer, recently, and he counted that as a plus. He knew how to operate his phone, his computer, his tablet. Those were all he really needed to know how to operate, right?

Then he’d gone and joined a spy agency, and all of a sudden, he needed to know how to use all sorts of technological doohickies and thingamabobs. It was like a tech geek’s Christmas dream come true, and Tony was lost. He knew he needed to ask for help, get someone to explain how everything worked to him, but that involved sucking it up and swallowing his pride, and Tony wasn’t so good at that, not really. Finally though, he had to, had to admit defeat.

He made his way through the halls to the tech division, the strange dinglehoppermabob that he was supposed to be using on his next mission in his hand. When he got there, he knocked on the door, poking his head in.  

“I was told there was someone in here who could help me with my technological woes.”

[gatecoeur]

thenameisq needs a hideout

“You know, fifty years ago, they theorized that technokinetic mutants weren’t possible,” Esprit randomly stated, getting bored of the silence in the room. “They thought that... Technology as they knew it back then was too soon a development in human history for anyone’s genetics to catch up with it.”

“And then they found the first technokinetic around... three years after that theory got popular? Funny how we always get to prove the world wrong, huh?”

{ @thenameisq​ }

[theoccasionaltrigger]

“I’m can’t move… I’m too tired…”

“Then crash here, the bed is soft enough.”

[lstratstanding]

                          AN EVER CHANGING WORLD BEFORE HIM             /             a sequence of numbers shifting,           some things remained the same                      mother always picked clever little brains to be her Q    !         ❝     well    ...      we played a clever little game,      haven’t we     ?      ❞

         @thenameisq​       //        starter call. 

[mercifulmemories]

@thenameisq​ didn’t really ask for a thing from penelope

"Well, well, well, this is definitely better than the last time we met." Penelope held out a coffee, hoping that he would appreciate the gesture. He had literally saved her love last time so she figured a more lighthearted meeting this time would be better. 

"How have you been?"

[dontstoptrying]

an old meme @thenameisq

‘  me to my alarm in the morning: i was literally sleeping but go off i guess.  ’

“And that’s why I brought you tea.” Not that Eve felt any more awake than Q as she slid the tea in front of him at his desk. Her alarm had felt particularly painful this morning given she and Q hadn’t left the office until 3am. Thankfully things seemed a bit calmer for the time being, and she’d managed to find time to sit down with him and ease herself into the day.

“The alarm did feel cruel today,” she agreed wryly as she sipped her coffee.

[agentsterling]

“Look on the bright side. You’re alive, aren’t you?”

“For the moment.” 

He still couldn’t shake the fact that his hit man had told him there were likely others out there with his name. That they would try again. He wasn’t going to stop living his life but he wasn’t sure how much he should beef up his security. How worried he should be that they might succeed next time. 

“So, have any design specs for the watch so far? I may be needing it sooner than I anticipated.”

[doubleohwhat]

I stay up late every night, regret it in the morning, and the next day I do it all over again.

TWITTER FINDS  -  VOL. 5

"There's an easy fix for that. Stop having regrets over it."

[shrlxcked-a]

𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓  \\  @thenameisq​

𝚂𝙾𝙻𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙻𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙶𝙴.     Truth  be  told,   he  preferred  it,   in  a  way.   It  was  nice  to  stay  curled  up  in  the  comfort  of  his  home  without  the  pressure  of  conforming  to  social  norms  or  making  an  exhausting  amount  of  effort  to  ‘ be  nice ‘  or  otherwise  fit  into  molds  that  other  people  had  formed  for  him.   At  least  here,   he  was  able  to  limit  his  social  interaction  and  enjoy  some  peace.   Though  his  definition  of  peace  often  included  a  syringe  and  a  dusty  white  powder,   nowadays.   Nonetheless,   he  would  have  been  a  raging  liar  if  he  tried  to  say  he  wasn’t  lonely.   He  longed  for  companionship,   wished  deeply  for  any  one  of  his  three ( 3 )  friends  to  pop  by  and  just  stay  with  him.   Comfortable  silence,   ideally.   And  free  of  judgement.   So  when,  speak  of  the  devil,  Q  came  waltzing  through  the  doorway,   Sherlock  couldn’t  help  the  small  smile  that  pulled  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth. 

      ❛  Oh,  hello.   Been  a  while.  ❜ 

[governmentofficial]

@thenameisq

“What do you want in return for your aid? I could direct more funds towards your department, should that idea appeal to you?” Something that Mycroft was planning on doing anyway, thus it wouldn’t be too much effort for him. Q didn’t need to know that though, did he now?

[empcthis]

a starter for @thenameisq. *

      ❝ Are you ... snooping around ? ❞