still debating this

anonymous asked:

All this Bellarke sex talk is great and all but I kinda don't want them to go there yet? If they have sex this season it will be way too soon!!! Like we still haven't even gotten explicit romo confession from either party and there's still alot of debate regarding whether Clarke even possesses romantic feelings for Bell. BC is brilliant cos it's different from the fast pace of the other ships. At the most all Bellarke should get this season is a canon declaration of feelings +/- a kiss

its been 4 seasons…im thirsty 

Hey guys, I was just wondering, if I wrote a Winchester Sister (it’s my OC but I can change it to the reader if you guys want) x Jughead Jones fic, would you guys read it? It would be fluffy and angsty and everything and I’m already a few pages in, but I’m still debating about whether I should post it here or not. Thoughts?

klaine43  asked:

Prompt:Q notices the Minions are acting strange when anyone(especially the 00s) enter Q Branch. He learns they are all "Team 007"! Making sure NOBODY but Bond gets near Q.

Hello! Thank you for your ask! Tee hee~ I had fun! And it turned out much longer than I thought, too. I hope you like it, @klaine43!


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Factor 1: Appearance (87% approval)

Factor 2: Charms (95% approval)

Factor 3: Skills (92% approval; other areas still up for debate)

Factor 4: Compatibility (verbal spats that sound like flirting) (93% approval)

Factor 5: Loyalty (97% approval)

Factor 6: Caring (including bringing in tea and food) (85% approval)

Factor 7: Q-Branch bribery Presence in Q-Branch out of mission (8/10)

Factor 8: Sincerity (without baiting for new equipment) (89% approval)

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1.

There were rhythms to how Q-Branch worked. In time of crisis, everyone contributed and worked together at matching speed and a high level of synchronization, like a well-oiled machine, the sound of quick typing and humming of computers prevalent despite the occasional raised voices to announce reports and results.

Q had always appreciated this about his minions, and he had always made a point to congratulate them on a job well done whenever they had finished preventing another disaster from exacerbating and going tits up (even more so that it already was, that is).

“Ah, 004,” Q looked up from where he had been working at the central computer, adjusting his glasses. It had been a long day filled with 007 and his infuriating shenanigans again, in Seoul this time, and his eyes were itching some. “Welcome back. I trust Peru didn’t turn out too hot.”

004 grinned, brushing her hair back over her shoulder. “Hot would be an understatement,” she said, hazel eyes bright under the unforgiving fluorescent light as she regarded him.

However, before he could answer her, Jessica rushed over. “Q,” she called, there was an odd note of urgency in her voice. “There’s a document that you need to sign?”

He looked at her, eyebrow raised. “I’ll look at it once I’ve—”

“It’s a day late already, and the accounting department is harassing me about it.”

“Oh.” He blinked before making a slightly disgusted face. “They’re demanding the receipts for Project LL-03, aren’t they?”

In other words, Project Laser Lipstick Take 3.

When Jessica nodded quickly, he sighed and suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

“Sorry, 004,” he turned to tell the agent. “Duty calls. R will oversee your equipment check-in.”

And with that, he followed Jessica away back into his office. Never once stopping to analyze the small sigh of relief that went about his entire department.

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2.

During normal working hours where the most chaotic a scene could ever get was in the face of a device exploding and triggering fire alarms overhead, the atmosphere was one of easy-going efficiency, a few screams of burnt eyebrows or singed hair or not.

All in all, Q knew how his minions worked—he had hand-picked them through tight selections after all. He was confident that he did.

“No, I’m here to see Q,” a familiar voice caught his ears, and he turned around to see 009 sauntering, literally ignoring Nathan’s slightly shaken questions by his side. But really, who wouldn’t be just a bit afraid of the Double-Os; these people were highly dangerous and reckless, and with a license to kill to boot as well. Traits that 007 was demonstrating remarkably well in Saudi Arabia right then, to Q’s dismay.

“009. You’re here for your equipment, yes?” Q approached him, spotting a few minions scurrying off somewhere out of his peripheral vision.

The man nodded, raven hair slicked back and hands in his pockets, a charming smile unfurling on his lips.

And suddenly, there was a scream, accompanied by: “Fire! FIRE!”

Q’s eyes widened, already turning there to see what was going on. “My apologies, 009, but it seems like R will have to outfit you this time.”

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3.

“But—”

Ly was already showing Kim from accounting, who everybody knew took every chance she could get to go down these tunnels, to the door. “Don’t worry,” she assured the woman briskly. “We’ll make sure Q receives the documents.”

“But—”

“There’s nothing to worry about. Jessica already promised she wouldn’t have them half-buried in the trash accidentally anymore.”

Jessica, who had been watching the whole ordeal, smiled and nodded innocently as if on cue.

“I have something to talk to Q,” Kim insisted. “Q!”

And heavy metal door slid closed behind her, successfully cutting her call off.

Q looked up from his drafting table, blinking. “What was that?”

“Nothing, nothing!” was the quick, general reply.

“I think it’s the draft!” One minion spoke up, and immediately, the others nodded in agreement.

“It’s been horrible lately, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, yes. Definitely so.”

Q frowned pensively before going back to work on the prototype idea he had been brewing for days now, which should have been realized on paper, at least, by then if it hadn’t been for James-Bloody-Bond’s pesky fiasco in Italy.

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4.

“Miss Moneypenny,” Nathan greeted, and instantly, he knew he was right when he said that, No, he couldn’t do this.

But then again, it was Eve Moneypenny. Secretary or not, the woman was a force of nature of her own. Who among them could even really go up against her?

Oh, why did R have to take her bathroom break now?

“Are those for Q?” he prompted. “I can make sure he gets it later—” She pulled the files out of his reach, and smiled in that attractive, supposedly benign way that sent cold shivers down Nathan’s spine. “—on…”

This was one of the reasons why they couldn’t afford to cross her off the list in the first place.

“I can do it myself, thank you,” she said, stilettos clicking decisively on the floor as she continued her strides into Q-Branch. “Where is Q anyway?”

“Uh… he’s busy!”

She scoffed softly. “Isn’t he always.” Her eyes spanned the entire room of minions who were working and decidedly trying hard not to look like they were paying keen attention to what was going on. “I’ll check the office first then.”

“Really, Miss Moneypenny,” he hurried to follow her, taking a breath and doing the brave thing: sliding to stand in front of her and successfully stopping her in her path. “I-I can take care of it.”

“Nathan.”

If he had only felt a bit of a shiver before, his stomach was positively dropping now, the one frosty word of his name creeping at the nape of his neck.

He turned around. Q was there just a distance away, one eyebrow raised and arms crossed in front of his chest. “Nathan,” he repeated, slowly. “What are you doing?”

Q stepped closer to the center of the room. “In fact, what have you all been doing? And don’t think I haven’t noticed what’s been going on.”

The entire branch fell silent.

Q sighed and turned to Eve, extending a hand. “I’ll handle this from here.”

“Oh no,” Eve replied, leaning one hip against a desk, amusement quirking her lips. “I’m quite fine where I am. Carry on,” she waved a hand, “I won’t disturb.”

Sucking in a breath that didn’t quite turn into a sigh, he turned his attention back to his minions, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Well?” he prompted again, impatient, arms crossed in front of his chest.

When no reply was forth coming, Q closed his eyes. “Answer me now before I put all of you on cleaning duty in TSS and volunteered technical assistance for the Help Desk.”

They all paled. And quickly, previously tightly-sealed lips were then stammering at the same time.

This was the reason why they weren’t active field agents.

Q frowned in exasperation but tried to listen anyway, and the only phrase that he was able to make out was this: “Team 007.”

“What in the bloody hell is ‘Team 007′?” Q snapped, turning now to inflict the entirety of his baleful glare on Nathan, who squeaked once.

Oh God, Nathan swallowed. Just why? “We’ve agreed that… I mean, after a lot of calculating and data-collecting, we decided that…” He attempted at stalling and looked around: his comrades seemed to have abandoned him in the middle of the battle field. Bugger them all to Hell. “We’re-team-007-and-Bond’s-the-most-worthy-agent-to-woo-you-so-far!” he blurted out in quick succession.

Q stood there, stock still, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to formulate the proper response to this. And Eve’s sniggering wasn’t helping.

“First of all—” he began.

“Well, I have to say I’m flattered,” a familiar voice spoke up, and it was Q’s turn to stiffen. There Bond, James-Goddamn it-Bond, was, rugged with a hint of stubble on his face, most probably the direct result of his recent extended mission; tired, yes, but thankfully whole.

The man even had the audacity to smile that charming, disarming way of his.

“007,” he cleared his throat, straightening his back. “You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.”

Bond rolled his shoulders in an easy shrug. “I hopped on the earliest flight back.” He smiled, striding in, posture all confident and very much at home. Well, to be fair, he had been spending an increasing amount of time down here whenever he was on British soil as of late. “Apparently the right decision, given the highly interesting conversation that’s going on here.”

Blue eyes looked around, and the minions ducked, some blushing out of embarrassment.

“Yes, apparently, I no longer have the right to decide on my own love life anymore,” Q said, directing this to the room at large. The minions were now practically disappearing under their cubicles. Scared, he was sure, of the punishment they knew Q was very seriously considering. Chastised, however, was a different matter altogether.

“How can you blame them?” Bond was now in front of Q, and in the full bright light of the central station, Q finally realized that the damning man was wearing that all-too-fetching navy blue suit of his. “They are just defending the best result of their little project.”

Q glared. “Don’t let this stroke your ego too much. Something must have malfunctioned somewhere in there. Faulty codes and all.” And no, the back of his neck wasn’t burning up.

“Come now, Q. You need to have some degree of confidence in your subordinates,” Bond implored.

“Yes, the same subordinates who purposefully nearly burnt down a quarter of our lab,” Q scoffed. Nathan was no longer anywhere to be seen.

“There are goals that are worth fighting for, after all.”

Q snorted, indignant. “What? Like your goal of wrecking every single piece of tech I give you?” 

Bond hummed. “No,” he said, voice lowering a timbre and the hint of innocent nonchalance in it was just too strong for Q to ignore. “Like my goal of asking you out for dinner.”

Q’s eyes widened before he started flushing a wholesomely lovely shade of red.

“W-Wha—”

“Will you?” Bond smiled, encroaching rather too close now. However, Q detected no contrived playfulness in his eyes or tone. “Go out to dinner with me?”

Perhaps it took him a little long to process what was going on, but Q immediately jolted out of his mind when Eve nudged him in the ribs.

He smoothed down the front of his rumpled cardigan, cleared his throat after what suspiciously sounded like ‘must we do this here’, and said, “Yes.”

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If Q-Branch had screamed and cheered that day, no one would be the wiser.

They were too far under ground to bother anyone anyway.

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Factor 9: Q’s personal approval (91%) (100%)

anonymous asked:

Settle a debate for me. Can Pidge be White and Jewish at the same time or not? Does it even matter?

ok i want to preface this by saying I am not jewish nor do i consider myself speaking for all jewish people and if anything i’m about to say is wrong please correct me (nicely) 

personally i cannot answer the question of are “Jews considered white or not” because honestly that’s actually still an ongoing debate and the answers differ from who you ask. 

now that being said, can someone be white and jewish at the same time? of course. there are jewish people from every country and ethnic group. While yes some people do consider Jewish to be an ethnicity, it’s also a religion. there are Chinese Jews and Cuban Jews and Cuban Chinese Jews. so yes. 

i went with sexy hawkeye as my costume. and so did at least half of the other avengers & shield agents. awkward

i told steve no photos so he drew a picture instead. asshole

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Supernatural + Last Words Heard (1/?)

doodle me this

or in which mc spends half the time smothering jumin with kisses and the other half blushign like crazy because the man is just so damn hot cute

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Oh boy. I finished this thing in a day, but I procrastinated posting it for another three days after realizing a lot of errors in the format of the comic rip but im lazy af so i never even fixed them ahh. As for the other comic I was working on: every new chapter released reveals another logical flaw in the comic. I think I’ll wait till the companion fic starts to really fix up that comic orz :’( 

This is for chapter 12 in the fic Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by @kazliin

They all wanted to be Garnet, Garnet is proud of them all anyway UwU

i wasnt ‘born ready’ but nazi science has solved that problem for me
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recent collection of jimin and his (?) baby ft. jungkook lol (more descriptions in the captions)
i’m still debating where this kid came from (eg. coz of abo, from a mysterious affair, it’s actually baby jm, legit he’s their kid, or born from a peach come down from the heavens IDK YET)

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE!!!
[here are my original tweets]

How the duet sums it all up in Yuri on Ice

So, I’ve already made a post about how Viktor finally got mad in the final episode, but there’s something else that I haven’t read about and really wanted to discuss.


I’ve seen many posts about how the duet in the next-to-final scene was choregraphed to illustrate the lyrics, and how the lightening was put in place to show how it all changed for Yuuri when Viktor came into his life. I’ve also seen some good analysis on how the lyrics represented Viktor and Yuri’s relationship. But I think there’s more. And I’ve decided to try and tell you about it. It’s going to be a bit long but I hope you’ll get interested enough to read throug the whole thing.


How the duet in YOI final sums up Yuuri’s and Viktor’s relationship.

Maybe even the whole show (I’m still debating with myself about this one, inputs are welcome !)

Now that I’ve been watching it several times (haven’t we all ?) it seems so clear to me, so please bear with me as I’ll try and explain it to you as well as I can.

First of all, it starts with Yuuri, alone. So alone, that the blue lightening here makes it look like even the audience’s not there for him.

Originally posted by ribbirasta

So here he skates, alone, tries his best, alone, jumps, alone.

I also have a theory that,if you consider that this piece sums up the whole show, the jumps might be a representation of his athletics performances at some infamous banquet ( :p ). Why ? Well, because, who comes in right after them ?

Originally posted by what-the-shit-mate

Yup. Viktor. And he comes rushing, might I add.
At this point, lightening changes, and see how Yuuri immediately welcomes him, but then turns away ?

Originally posted by yuris-on-ice

That must be reminding you of how Viktor tried and tried again to get close to him in the firsts episodes with so little success.
And then Viktor proceeds to drag Yuri along. Until, finally, Yuri accepts him and then, what happens ?

Originally posted by enchantingnanami

Viktor lifts him up. I mean, he LITERALLY. LIFTS. HIM. UP. And not only does he lifts him up, you might notice that he also prevents Yuri from falling down. Yuri’s falling to the ice, and Viktor just goes “Nope, my beloved katsudon, not on my watch. Get up.”


And now that Yuri’s seen that Viktor not only lifts him up, but also will protect him from falling down (wich also happens in the show with that beautiful scene where Viktor makes Yuri cry), he gives in, and we get some lovely close skating with hugs and loving eyes, and sweet strokes on the cheek. Their relationship starts building up, strong and steady.

Originally posted by viktvr

And then, another lift, because, yeah, Viktor will ALWAYS lift him up. Notice the strong pose that Yuri takes in that lift. Legs wide open, arms open, confident, taking all of the space that Viktor think he deserves, and at that point I believe he also thinks he deserves it.


Originally posted by f-ire-fly

And now, well, now they’re on the same page, and how better to show it than with some synchronised dancing  ?

After that we get the most intimate passage of the song - and, I dare say, of thei relationship. Symbolized, of course, with that part showing their hands and matching engagement rings.

Then, they keep dancing together, and this time they are both leading the way, supporting each other. Viktor’s not dragging Yuri anymore. They walk at the same time on the same path.

I’ll just mention before finishing one of the last images where we see Yuri behind Viktor, now being the supportive one. If you think about it regarding their relationship, you can think of it as representation of Yuri’s decision to retire to let Viktor go back to the ice. And frome the whole show’s point of view … Well, we know what decisions were made.

Speaking of last image … How come we didn’t get the final pose of that duet ? The end ? The finish ? As much as I would have loved to see them in their final pose together (and you all know how important those poses are at the end of a program, and that’s a thing we’ve always been shown so far, in every program from every character), we can see the fact that there isn’t one here as something telling us … Well, there’s no end to that story yet.

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It’s FINALLY done! This took a good couple of weeks to do and I’m a little sick of sewing right now but it was totally worth it. I still need to iron it, clean up the edges and sew some stiff material onto the back, but I wanted to share it as soon as possible. 

I was never allowed to have a Ouija board as a kid, but I’ve always loved the aesthetic of them. I’m still debating with myself whether or not to sew or crochet a planchette to go with it. I have no intentions of using it, but I think it would make it more complete to have one. 

I’ll update this post if I make one ✨🕯🔮🕯✨

edit: planchette is done! here it is