The Courtship of Mr. Bond

In which Bond is a retired naval commander with too much house, Q is a mechanical engineer with too many sisters, and they have lengthy conversations about decorum, bonnet-ribbons and philosophy in Regency England.

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“I just thought you might go pay a visit,” his mother suggested.

“Me?” Q asked, aghast. “Pay a visit?”

“He must be starved for proper gentleman company, now that he’s settled in so far from London—”

“I am far from proper gentleman company.”

“—and perhaps if you befriended him he could introduce you to some nice heiresses.”

“Heiresses?” Q repeated, baffled and horrified. “What in the world would I do with heiresses?”

Comments: Ahhh like a Pride&Prejudice/regency AU that was quite nice 

anonymous said:

Why are you a history major? Seems kind of useless nowadays. Cool, but useless.

You sir, or madam, have horrified me.

I am a History major because, in layman’s terms, history is SEXY. I’m talking Johnny Depp-Michael Fassbender-Tom Hiddleston-Jamie Bell-Alexander Skarsgard SEXY. It’s full of creatures of such great merit, that they are undeniably attractive — Julius Caesar, Charlemagne, Catherine deMedici, William of Normandy, Marie de France, Abraham Lincoln, Alexander Pope, Elizabeth I, Isabel of Castille, Rosa Parks, Alexander Hamilton — just to name a few. You look at the complexity of these past people, their actions, their thoughts, the way they handled things, and you can’t help but be fascinated.

In slightly more serious terms, History touches every other subject in the academic arena. Economists only focus on economy. Mathematicians only focus on mathematics. Biologists only focus on biology. Historians can not only tell you about wars, military strategy, literature, and thematic social changes in history, they can also tell you about important economic events and theory, mathematical discoveries, and biology greats. When you do a brainstorm for a topic, there’s always a central bubble that touches everything else, and today my friends, that bubble is HISTORY.

On a more personal level, I am a storyteller. Everyone who knows me, knows that. Historians, at their most basic level, are storytellers. We follow the threads of individuals through time and space, and attempt to show the generally uninterested population just why these people were interesting and important. We look at black and white snapshots from World War I and bits of broken pottery from Carthage, and we attempt to discover the people they belonged to. From the kings and queens of Medieval Europe, to the peasants of Manchu China, they all play a part in that grand tapestry that is history.

On an even deeper personal level, I don’t know why I’m a history major. I have an innate need to discover as much as I can about the world that once was, and the people that made it. I’ve always been that way — my father had a bit of that storyteller quality within him, and when I was three, I wanted to be a Paleontologist, while other kids wanted to be basketball stars. I collect old snapshots because the people within them speak to me, and I mostly identify with historical figures, not pop cultures icons. You have to be a special type of person to be a Historian, and I’m honored to be apart of that old, venerable group. I wouldn’t change it for the world.

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