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i wanted to try comparing their heights… abubear is so small oh my god

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Summary: Q and Bond escape a Spectre facility. 


“You’re fucking heavy,” Q said, or possibly yelled, stumbling down the corridor towards a side exit of the compound. His ears were still ringing and sound was muffled, the natural consequence of Bond firing a gun less than a meter away from his head.

“Stop wasting your breath on whinging!” Bond shouted in his good ear, his thighs tightening around Q’s waist before he fired twice more, once in front and once behind, hitting one of the Spectre mercenaries who had captured them each time.

Actually, Bond was hideously light, all things considered, which was the only reason Q could carry him. They had broken some of the bones in Bond’s feet during the routine beatings, and starved him, while Q in the next cell over had been left relatively intact, punished only when he tried to sneak his rations through the little viewing window into Bond’s cell, or when he mouthed off particularly insolently.

He’d made Bond laugh with one particularly apt insult; it had been worth the little patch of skinned flesh over his ribs, probably. And it had made their captors frustrated, and made them underestimate him. That, in turn, had made them…careless.

He had learned how to take advantage of carelessness. In part because Bond had taught him to, tapping Morse code through their shared wall at night, telling him to do some bloody push-ups so he’d have the strength to strike when he got the chance. 

(M would be proud, he’d thought, staring down at the body of the guard he’d managed to buddy up to.)

He’d got lucky–his opportunity to escape had come at night, when the fewest guards were on duty. Once he’d stolen the dead guard’s uniform and pass, he’d finagled his way into Spectre’s security system, sent out a distress signal, and locked the majority of the compound’s staff into the dormitory where they were sleeping. Afterward, he’d let himself into the armory and spent a heart-pounding few minutes avoiding the other guards and placing depth charges around the facility before coming back to tell Bond to climb on; he was getting them out of here.

Q’s body trembled with exhaustion with every step he took, but every step was one closer to the door of the prison they’d been held in, taken captive in an effort to cripple England’s espionage in the same way he and Bond had been crippling Spectre’s criminal organization, whole limbs of the great tentacled beast hacked and clawed away now.  

“Two minutes!” Bond shouted, and threw his empty pistol; it hit the last guard in front of them in the throat, and he fell and didn’t get back up.  

The way was clear.

“Right,” Q said. He picked up the guard’s pistol on the way out and passed it to Bond, and then he was jogging, not even enough breath for a mumbled “fuck-fuck-fuck” as he burst through the door and raced for the compound wall.

His mind blanked, his lungs heaved, and his stride lengthened; Bond suddenly seemed light as a feather.

“Go, go, go, you fucking—”

He went. Across the yard, out the gate, and–

The compound wall was cool at their backs when the heat of the explosions rocked through the air.   

In his peripheral vision, Bond gave him a tired thumbs up.

“Oh, bugger off,” Q panted.

There were helicopters in the distance; hopefully MI6 responding to his signals. He collapsed to his hands and knees so Bond could drop off of him, and they sat and waited for their rescue.


Note: a sprint from a while back with snowyleopardess! Trying to get a little bit of action-writing XP ^ ^

Fly, Firebird

Request:  Can I request one where reader is best friends with Red Robin, not knowing it is her crush Tim, and asks him for advice on confessing?


“Firebird, come in. This is Batman. We need you immediately at the intersection of Third Street and Vector Avenue. Clayface is heading there and you’re the closest superhero.”

Of course you received the call now. At school. In the middle of a test. Just great. But saving civilians came first, so geometry would have to take a back seat.

With practiced ease, you rolled your eyes back and slumped sideways, hitting the floor with a loud thud. As expected, the other students screamed for the teacher. You opened your eyes slowly, leaning against the hands propping you up, and mumbled a few “m’fine”s at the faces surrounding you. The teacher suggested seeing the nurse, and you answered with a feigned groan.

A voice piped up beside you. “I’ll take them to the nurse.”

You double-taked. Was that Tim? Someone draped your arm over a pair of nice shoulders and gently guided you out into the hall. This was definitely Tim Drake, adopted son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, and the most adorable nerd in the school. Come on, focus. Now is not the time to be fawning over your crush.

Having him support you down the hall was pretty nice, but you had to lose him. He couldn’t know that you were a superhero, for both his sake and yours.

“Hey, uh, Tim. I’m feeling a lot better now. I think I can make it to the nurse, so you can go back to class and finish your test.”

He blinked. “You sure? You fainted in class.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. If Ms. Bouef asks, I shooed you away to go to the bathroom.” You smiled your most winning smile at him, and he hesitantly let you go.

“See you, then.”

You saw him off with a small wave and ducked into the bathroom to change. You levitated to the ceiling and removed a vent, flying off toward Third and Vector. “On my way, Batman.”

From the air, you saw Clayface pulling himself out of a sewer grate. You shouted, “Clayface! You are under arrest for breaking out of Arkham Asylum!”

He growled and lunged at you. You flew out of his grasp and blasted him with fire. “Last chance, Clayface! This doesn’t have to be violent!”

“He probably can’t understand you, you know. Even your voice can’t get through all that sludge.”

You smiled. Of course Red Robin was here. Your friend always seemed to show up a little bit after you.

“Reeeeeeeeeeed Robin! Yum~!” The jingle never ceased to annoy him.

“Seriously? Now? Firebird, we gotta get your priorities straight.”

“Why don’t you help me with that over some takeout after this?”

“Deal.”

**Later**

You sat next to Red Robin on a rooftop, munching on some takeout. Fighting fugitives was hard and dangerous, but at least school ended before you took down Clayface. It was the small pleasures in life that counted.

“So, Firebird. Your priorities.”

“Ha! I did say you’d get them straight, didn’t I?”

“Me? No, we.”

“Dude, I said ‘you can get them straight if you buy me food.’“

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“I hate you.”

“I know~.”

He sighed. “Ok, so name your priorities. Let’s get em straight.”

You laughed. “Let’s see. In no particular order, my priorities are: I have to make up a test I missed today because of Clayface; I need to clean my room; I have a training session on Friday; and uh, I think that’s it. Wait, no. I should talk to my crush too.”

Red Robin choked on his spaghetti. “WHAT?!”

“My crush. Is that so surprising?”

“Yes–no! I mean, it’s not surprising that you HAVE a crush, it’s surprising that YOU have a crush. Tell me about him. Or her. Or they, or ae, or whichever pronoun they prefer–I need to know the details.”

You laughed. “It’s a him. He goes to my school, and I don’t really talk to him much. But I really like him and I feel like I should confess to him soon.”

“Who is it?”

“Promise you won’t stalk him?”

“Who? Me? I would never.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Ok ok I promise I won’t stalk him. What’s his name?”

“His name is Tim.”

“Tim Drake?”

“How did you–?”

Your friend choked on his spaghetti again. “Tim Drake?! You like him?!”

“Is there a problem with that?”

He sputtered, “No! There’s no problem! It’s just that…he’s a bit lanky, isn’t he? Kinda nerdy too. You sure you like him?”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you sound almost jealous of him.”

If he had food in his mouth, Red Robin would have choked for the third time that evening. “I am not jealous!”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely!”

In the glow of Gotham’s lights you could just barely make out red dusting his cheeks. Perfect. He’s flustered. You chuckled at him. “Alright then, hotshot. How do I confess to him? It’s not like I can just waltz up to him and go ‘yo dude I kinda really like you even though we don’t talk much. Wanna go out?”

“Actually, I think you can.”

“Say that again. I don’t think I heard the sarcasm properly.”

“I’m not being sarcastic! You should make it quick and simple, like tearing off a bandaid.”

“Have you never heard of rejection, friend? It’s like tearing off a bandaid and letting someone pour vinegar on the wound.”

Tim paused, tilting his head. “I don’t think he’d reject you.”

“And what makes you so sure?”

“I…trust me, ok?”

“Last time you said that we ended up–”

“Last time was a mistake. But trust me this time. He won’t reject you.”

Sighing, you stood up. “I don’t know, Red. I’ll give it a try, but you should have the ice cream ready, just in case.” You leaped over the edge and soared away.

Tim stared at your retreating form, watching your flames melt into the night like a star going out. “I don’t think you’ll need that ice cream tomorrow, Y/N,” he whispered.

vityanikiiforov  asked:

- how tall r u - leftie or rightie - dark or white chocolate - pick 5 languages to master - me or .... me - are u an actual mermaid ............... bc u r and the answer is yes - how dare you - fav anime? - fav color - FAV ANIMAL - star sign (im a gemini) - tattoos , piercings do u want them have them hate them - i love you

Okay firstly thank you i love you

height: im 5′4 wow

leftie or rightie: im a rightie 

dark or white chocolate: okay i always prefer milk chocolate but i love dark chocolate especially with a bit of sea salt yuM

pick five languages to master: latin, korean, morse code, arabic and french oo

me or …….me: oo this is so hard probably ……..me

are u an actual mermaid …………… bc u r and the answer is yes:yes im a mermaid who cant swim very well but got that ##aesthetic

how dare you: i dare me

favorite anime: probably yoi or Death Note

fav color: either dark dark purple or tardis blue!

fav animal: caPYBARAS I LOVE

star sign: Sagittarius oo

tattoos , piercings do u want them have them hate them: i love them! i have my ears pierced, and i dont think ill get anymore piercings but i very much do think ill get a tattoo when im older wow

and i love you?? so much?? 

<3

beccadrawsstuff  asked:

okay but sam getting a tongue ring. danny loves it.

“Oh my God, dude, stop pining.”

"Shut up I’m not pining,” Danny said. He sat on the floor of his and Tucker’s apartment, wrapped in a ten year old blanket with rocket ships and planets on it Tucker privately referred to as ‘Danny’s mope-cape.’ He had not looked away from the laptop planted in front of him.

“She’s only been gone three weeks. And it’s not like you don’t hear from her.”

“No, it’s been twenty-fives days and I have not heard from her. No hearing her voice on the phone, no texts, not even snapchat. Just an email whenever she manages a weak wifi signal.”

Being a pair of college boys, the cheap couch they had managed to scrounge up for the living room was hard and lumpy. Through diligent trial and error, Tucker had discovered the most comfortable position involved him laying on it in a way that partly had him upside down with his legs dangling as he played Pokemon on his 3DS.

"You are so whipped, dude,” Tucker shook his head fondly. “Sam tells you she might be able to Skype with you today and you’re sitting in front of the laptop all day like a puppy waiting at the door. I’m surprised she hasn’t made you wear a collar yet.”

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20 Questions!

hI was tagged by @whydontijustleavethisrighthere and @eds-little-bird-x

Name:

Nickname: Most popular variations of my name and some weird ones my mother makes up.

Zodiac sign: Libra.

Orientation: Heterosexual.

Ethnicity: Latin american? Dunno.

Favorite fruit: Strawberries *taste how lips do* I love them, and with a little bit of whiped cream, yum! And also watermelon.

Favorite book series: Harry Potter, duh

Favorite season: Winter! Where I live we barely have winter, but I loooove it.

Favorite animals: Dogs 

Favorite colors: Pink, mint and red

Coffee, tea, cocoa: Cocoa, but I’ll take any.

Average sleep hours: 6-7.

Favorite fictional characters: Hermione Granger.

Number of blankets you sleep with: Mostly one, but now that we are enjoing some really cold days I’m sleeping with 3.

Dream trip: Europe. I’m going next year so I’m so excited to finally do it.

Blog created: Somewhere around 2014, but it became really active and Ed focus since last april

Number of followers: So little, 40. Thank you to all those kind souls that follow me :D

Tagging: @edsmysterygirl @ehteam @sheeran-ed-sheeran @queen-4aday @herstrangethings @edandanniina @sheerans-loopstation @plaidshirtsheeran @snazzywithbass and anyone who feels like doing this

Deserving You: Part 10

Previous Parts

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, Dean x Lisa

Tags: lots of kissing, yum, bit of smut-ish, lots of tears, once again Charlie is amazing, sorry for the angst.

Words: 1690

Note: this isn’t beta’d but what’s new. feedback is always appreciated. i’m sorry this took forever, a lot of shit has been going on and I haven’t had inspiration or time to write.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Tagging: @iamflanneltrash, @1122230, @okay-okay18, @dancingalone21, @rickackles

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Snapchat Messages

[prompt: phil is up north for a few days with his parents and dan stays in london. dan receives a snapchat video from phil which is weird so he immediately opens to it find a video of phil jacking himself off, which would be all well and good if dan wasn’t currently stood in the middle of Tesco with his phone on full volume.]

i read this prompt and laughed for a good 10 minutes honestly

sorry that it’s short but yeah i hope it’s good!! also, please send prompts! phanfic cant give me every single prompt, so please send them in! (tell me about mistakes)

[Contains: some fluff (awh so so cute), slightly domestic, smut (just a bit of phil masturbating yum yum)]
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I have invented a thing.

For no particular reason tonight I decided to invent a homemade pizza. 

One of my favorite things is Cuban sandwiches. Mmmm, ham, pickles, cheese, mustard, all the things I love. So I decided to make a…wait for it…CUBAN SANDWICH PIZZA.

My dinner companion was nervous. She asked if I had a plan B. In the end, we gobbled up almost all of it.

Here is how I made it.

Ingredients:

  • One pizza crust (I use the Pillsbury kind you get in the round cans, they’re with the biscuits - I used thin crust but normal would be fine too)
  • Olive oil
  • Minced garlic
  • Garlic salt
  • 3-4 Roma tomatoes, sliced v. thin and patted dry with paper towels
  • Frank’s red hot
  • spicy brown mustard
  • deli shaved ham (diced ham would also be fine but shaved ham is easier to tear up and bite into)
  • Dill pickles, sliced v. thin and patted dry
  • Banana pepper rings
  • Ground black pepper
  • Swiss cheese (they didn’t have shredded so I used slices, I just cut them into smaller pieces)

Roll out the pizza crust onto a non-stick cookie sheet. Preheat to 425 or whatever the crust’s directions say.

Mix up some olive oil (about a quarter cup) with minced garlic. I do this ahead of time so it can steep - if you have already-garlicky oil that’s cool too. Spread it over the crust with a brush or the back of a spoon. 

Liberally squirt spicy mustard over the olive oil. Use the basting brush or spoon to spread it out evenly. If you think it’s too much it probably isn’t - mustard sort of chills out when it’s cooked and isn’t as strong. Shake some Frank’s over all this (as much or little as you want, or even none, but I think it gave it a nice little kick)

Evenly distribute the tomato slices over the mustard and oil. I like to leave some space between - it’s like five rows of four slices each. After that, sprinkle some garlic salt over the top. Not too much.

Evenly distribute 2/3 of your Swiss cheese over the tomatoes. Evenly distribute torn-up deli ham over the whole pizza, then distribute the pickles and pepper rings (those are also optional). Shake some black pepper over all of it (not too much) and take the remaining 1/3 of the cheese and lightly spread it around or place it (if using slices).

Bake for 12-14 minutes. Let it cool a bit, slice and eat! YUM.

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burrito bowl salad w/cilantro lime dressing

avocado
red onion
lil tiny tomatoes
bell peppers
fresh corn
fresh cilantro

chop all that up

lay it on top of the lettuce/spinach

add black beans (make sure you rinse em)

toss with dressing (I just mixed cilantro + lime juice + clove of garlic + olive oil in a food processor and added a bit of salt!)

Yum yum yum yum yum