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The Good Place (2016-2020) Created by Michael Schur

#I love this show so much #incredibly funny and openly thoughtful and deeply kind #the good place #take a wild guess queue

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#oh mood #take a wild guess queue

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Better late than never, it’s chapter two of my latest fic, in which Q, for once, Does Not Know, Bond engages in police intimidation, and we finally meet the little girl at the heart of it all.

Peace and love to @aniron48, the dogs, and anyone reading my waffle. Much appreciated.

Next chapter in a week. Or two. Time is a loose concept.

(Q needs a cup of tea after this chapter.)

(Hey @mi6-cafe babes)

xoxo

#ahhh can’t wait to read this hopefully this weekend! #there’s no one I would trust to handle the topics in this fic like Becka #and I am so excited to read more! 💜 #00q #fic rec

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this too shall pass

#big mood

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James baldwin’s the artists struggle for identity. Btw.

#I love this #james baldwin #olufemi taiwo #posts I am going to show to my therapist #take a wild guess queue

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if you're still taking prompts from the list:

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

Hey @dude-watchin-with-the-brontes! Thank you so much for this prompt, and apologies for taking so long to get something written! Here's a short little prompt fill for you. Enjoy 💙 Read it below or on AO3.

drunk.

When they emerge from the pub, it’s still light out, which seems like madness until Q remembers the recent turn of the clock. Daylight savings. The most wonderful time of the year. The night sky is a haze of pink and orange, and if he were a different man, Q would call it romantic.

“It is.”

“Hm?” Q turns to the man beside him. Bond. The last man standing, as ever. He looks remarkably sober for having polished off an incalculable amount of hard alcohol.

“Romantic,” Bond says. “The sky. I was agreeing with you.”

“Right. Yes. I definitely—” Q swallows a small burp. “I definitely meant to say that aloud. Christ. I’m ratarsed.”

Bond laughs. Laughs. It’s such a rarity that Q closes his eyes for a moment. Tries to seal it into his memory and lock it away with everything else that should only be declassified in seventy-five years.

When he opens his eyes, the sky is even pinker, and Bond is standing in front of him. His eyes are lovely, but lovelier are the laugh lines around them.

Deep, they are. Well-worn.

Q knows it’s just genetics. DNA-sequencing. A pinch of his mother, more of his father. The creases of his face don’t mean Bond’s laughed so much in life, really, and yet he smiles easily when they’re like this: drunk under London’s sky, meandering through the city, usually while it’s raining. Thank goodness it isn’t tonight. Q hasn’t an umbrella on him, not even a dangerously experimental one.

“All right, Q?”

“Fine. Yes. Lovely.”

“And ratarsed.”

Q wobbles on a loose paving stone. Bond’s hand steadies him.

“Mm. But a merry sort of ratarsed. I think the fresh air’s helped.”

A laughing couple walk past. They’re handsy, all over each other, and their loud public affection might normally prove annoying, but it isn’t tonight. The sky is lovely, and the company is even lovelier, so why shouldn’t everyone kiss where they like?

Why shouldn’t Q?

He leans in.

But Bond’s hand moves from his arm to his chest, and Q is kept at bay.

“Q.”

“What? But we—” Q breaks off, frowning.

They’ve done this before. They’ve done this in Q’s office, and they’ve done it in Bond’s. They’ve done it in a hospital, and they’ve done it once in Cyprus amongst the olive trees. Infrequent as it is, Q’s habitual drunken snog with Bond is one of the two constants in his life. The other constant is the cats, and he can’t very well snog them.

“I know.”

“Is there someone else?”

He cringes as soon as he says it averting his eyes. He sounds like a desperate wife concerned about Bond’s mistresses—all those overseas trips, the late nights at the office. It’s nine o’clock. Where’ve you been? Absurd, if only because Q’s the one who’s always staying late.

So. They’ve snogged a few times. So what? Q shagged a man named Iain a few weeks ago. Bond’s fucked three women with three different names since. Q forgets them. He’s sure Bond hasn’t.

There’s a messy, drunken taxi line forming outside the pub. People waiting for their Ubers, give their friends one last hug, then two, then three. A weight sinks in Q’s stomach and sloshes about amongst seven pints.

“Too many people, then?” he ventures.

“Q, look at me.”

He does.

“I’d have you in front of a football stadium if that’s what you wanted.”

Q’s breath feels punched out of him.

Bond steps closer, slides his hand up Q’s jaw. Their foreheads touch; Q’s messy curls, greasy from the day, pick up the clammy sweat on Bond’s forehead. Bond’s lips are so close. They look cold. Q wants to warm them.

“I’d just prefer to have you sober,” says Bond.

“Oh. Yes.” Q digs his hand under Bond’s jacket and urges him closer. Behind them, someone lets loose a catcall. “Yes.” He bites his bottom lip. “Perhaps one for the road, though? While I sober up?”

Bond smiles. He turns his head until his lips meet Q’s cheek—or rather his jaw—and there is nothing chaste about the kiss he places there. It’s louche and incendiary in the way of all Bond’s actions. Q’s body does not know the meaning of whisky dick.

When he surfaces from the haze of the last few minutes, an MI6 driver is waiting to take him home. He climbs into the car with Bond, knowing that when he gets out, he’ll be getting out alone. The thought doesn’t smart like it might have on some other night. He creates a reminder in his phone for the following morning — CALL BOND - DATE?? — and leans back against the headrest.

Bond’s hand is waiting for him; it tangles in Q’s hair. Outside, the day disappears into a navy blue sky.

#omg I love this so much 🥹😍 #00q #fic rec

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A hummingbird thought a man’s orange hat was a flower [x]

#hummingbirds #birbs #someone give him a real flower immediately #take a wild guess queue

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Hummingbird nesting on cactus, Living Desert Gardens in Palm Desert, California.

#oh my god?!?! #obsessed #hummingbird #on a cactus! #birbs #take a wild guess queue

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Having anotheg 'gork we have got to get out of bed faster then this' morning

#me too gork #me too #take a wild guess queue

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I replied to your message in my head several days ago did you not get it

#this post dragged me behind a chariot and then paraded my corpse through the streets of Troy

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some of my favorite replies to this tweet. happy lesbian visibility week!

#I love thiiiiiis #lesbians #queer folks over 40 #I recently turned 40 #so me and my wife qualify too 😁 #aging is honestly kind of wonderful in many ways #take a wild guess queue

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So tumblr won’t let me comment on posts anymore—I can reblog and like but not comment. I write and hit enter and it just doesn’t show up. Has anyone successfully trouble shot this before..? Blaaarg.

#tumblr #help

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#grief #posts I am going to show to my therapist

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Re: distractions, I don’t know if this was a thing outside of the United States, but as a kid we used to get popsicles that had amazingly bad jokes on the sticks, so as you ate your popsicle you could slowly see the joke and the answer. I recently discovered that popsicle put their popsicle stick jokes online so you can click through them, and it’s become my bad day ritual. You can find them here:

https://www.popsicle.com/us/en/playzone/jokes.html

Or if you’d like a preview:

Q: Why is a bad joke like a dull pencil?

A: It has no point!

..I know this is ridiculous, but sending a hug from here and hopes for good things coming your way! 💜

omg that's amazing! Personally, I really enjoyed: Q: What is a duck's favourite snack? A: Quackers!

We didn't have those fun popsicles with facts, but we did have these sweets called Fantales when I was younger, which had literal 'fan tales' - i.e. stories about movie stars - on the wrapper. Sadly, they were discontinued recently (probably because they weren't great sweets), but I wish the umbrella company that owned them added stories to the wrappers for something else!

We also have a brand of sanitary products over here that puts fun facts on the inside packaging. The facts are called 'Odd Spots' and include things like: - When you blush, the lining of your stomach also turns red, and; - Botanically, true berries include grape, tomato and eggplant, but not raspberries and blackberries.

You've just gotta take them with a grain of salt because there's some old wives tales in them for sure 😂

This was such a fun distraction! Thanks for the info, Ani, and the hug ❤️❤️❤️

#ahhh I love these additions Eleanor and Bishy! 😍 #and Mac I love the odd spots especially! #I wonder if there was ever a Daniel Craig FanTales? 🤔

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Queen of Swords and The High Priestess

Officially, it's about the high-level talks. However, the unofficial gossip is at least as important.

#honestly this is pretty much diplomacy in nutshell #tarot #take a wild guess queue

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come get y’all juice

(per this cursed post)

#incredible #10/10 no notes #nicolò di genova #the old guard #amazing fanart #take a wild guess queue