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So it's just Callum, Rayla and Zym now?

For some reason the image that comes directly to my mind is Callum and Rayla in bodyguard outfits with cool sunglasses and Zym very swaggy in the middle.

They walk through town, the people make a path for them and then:

Callum trips.

Biblically correct watcher lore

Reference

Are we all gonna sleep on the fact that Viren send out assassins to kill the other kings and queens of the human kingdoms?

Viren send out shadow-assasins to spark fear in the other kingdoms (with help from Aaravos even though I don't think he helped him with his magic there) and I have not seen one post addressing it?! Please tell me that you are just as concerned about it as I am.

Waaaaait

God is not from this earth right? Does this mean God is an alien?

Sh*it everything I knew was a lie.

I am not okay with this why did it have to end that way? Peter finally got affection from his father figure and Tony showed him how much he missed him and appreciates him and then HE DIES AND NO! I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS.

Endgame spoilers

Why do I feel like the gathering of all the badass females in the end battle is a tribute to Natasha? It's so great to see all this and how they all collectively protect Peter and the gauntlet and I want a movie with all of them.

Natascha deserved it that they show her funeral and all she got was a short mourning scene and a few words, they better remember her forever.

All of those are brilliant.

Standalone Fics - Jen (ConsultingWriters)

This is a masterpost of all my standalone fics from the last three years! Am taking the liberty of reposting, as my posts have not been showing up for many people in fandom tags (which I’ve now fixed). Ratings and warnings vary.

Thank you so much, everybody who has been supporting me for these three years.

SO! In descending order of popularity…

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Remember Me

Summary: Bond has lost his memory. Q has lost his love.

“What have I forgotten?” Bond asked; Q watched him, trying to find the James he knew.

“Nothing that you won’t work out on your own, if it’s really important,” Q said carefully, before returning every fraction of his attention to the computer in front of him.

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A Programmer in Q-Branch

His name was Oliver, he was a programmer in Q branch, he had no access to classified files…

Sherlock Holmes is contacted by his elder brother. The Quartermaster of MI6 has been abducted, and Mycroft is insistent that Sherlock finds him. Sherlock, John, and a rather overzealous 00 agent, attempt to find him before Q shatters.

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Beautiful Broken Creatures

Q is a hooker. James Bond is in love.

The boy is sharp in all of the right places. His spine is bent in an entrancing curve, leant against the lamp-post, shadows pooling in the indented hollows of his face. He is too-pale, the flush high on his cheekbones from the cold, lips bitten so they retain a deep fuchsia stain.

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The Art of Ownership

Q is Bond’s Omega, and happily so; Omegas live in a dangerous world, however. Ownership can be won and lost far too easily.

Every Omega’s greatest fear: to be claimed, and forgotten. To belong entirely to somebody else, but cease to matter.

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The Battlefield

Every year, MI6 goes through the single most stressful, highly-anticipated, important event in their calendar.

The inter-departmental paintball fight.

There was only one rule: no lasting physical harm. Beyond that, everybody went quite categorically insane over the entire affair.

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Identity

Q, the Quartermaster of MI6, has dissociative identity disorder.

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FAO: Q-branch

Christmas is a catalyst for relationships, including the rather tempestuous one between 007 and Q.

I appreciate that it is a few short weeks away from Christmas. However, the next person who attempts to place mistletoe in my general vicinity will find their equipment mutilated by viruses which will mysteriously survive any and all attempts to be removed, and will probably outlive your grandchildren.

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The Issues of Dating a Holmes

John and Sherlock go on a double date with Q and Bond. Which really, was one of the worst ideas anybody had ever come up with in recorded history.

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Confined Spaces

The recording light of the camera remains steady, constant, and Q conducts conversations with empty air.

His voice is a thin rasp. “I don’t know if you can hear this, but I think you probably can,” he muses. His throat hurts. “If it’s just going back to Chris then fine, but if you’re there, then hi.”

Q manages a small, fragile smile that doesn’t come near his eyes.

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Blood and Salt

Q has lung cancer.

Never had he needed to watch anybody die like this.

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First Name Terms

Bond could count the number of times Q called him by his first name on the fingers of one hand.

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The Fandom has Attacked

The James Bond initiative had been created as a way of romanticising MI6. Turning failed missions into myths. Keeping ‘James Bond’ a figurehead - an idea, not a person. The legacy of MI6 without the reality.

The Skyfall incident was made into a film. And now, Q has discovered something… rather frightening.

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Trigger

Q fakes his own suicide, and a devastated Bond needs to understand why.

Loving Q had been water in a storm; too much. Bond had drowned in it, more willingly than he wanted to admit, dying in Q, with Q, knowing Q was drowning with him, neither wanting to go.

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Young and Beautiful

It would have been kinder, Q thinks, a long time later, if we had both died young.

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And that’s the lot, guys and dolls! Hope you enjoy. Jen.

I don't have tears on my eyes. No. Nope. Not a single one.

Writer @Katiegangel Artist Me  / Castielsgal 

thank you for writing this for me Spn 13x17 Sam sat down across from the man, eyes drinking in every detail he could see. Even now, he remembered that night in the hotel. The light Gabriel had had in his eyes, even has he told Dean and him to grab Kali and run. He couldn’t see it now. All he could see was fear. He picked up the small scalpel, seeing the smaller man flinch at the sight of it. “No,” he said softly. “I…” He reached a hand forward to touch Gabriel’s shoulder, but the man winced again. For a moment, Sam wondered when the last time Gabriel had felt a hand on him that had been in kindness. “I…” He softened his tone. Sam was a big guy. He knew it. Hell, the world knew it. Big and intimidating. Maybe not as much as Dean, but Sam figured anyone would be intimidating to Gabriel now. “I don’t want to cut you,” he said softly. “I need leverage.” Gabriel’s eyes darted over to the table. Sam understood. He set one hand on the table and brought the scalpel forward. “Please, if you can, don’t move.” Gabriel nodded very slightly. For as large as Sam’s hands were, he’d naturally had a delicate touch. Even as a kid, he’d been able to help his Dad and Dean with their wounds. Hell, learning to use a thread and needle was an essential part of being a hunter. As he cut away the first thread, he stared at it. Half of him wanted to ask, but he knew it wasn’t his place. He couldn’t begin to imagine the pain. Well, he’d been to hell himself, but “hell” was an experience. And from the looks of the once so bright and proud archangel… he’d seen hell. “I’ll… I’ll get you some fresh clothes and I’ll help you clean up, okay?” He tried to smile, tried to make a good show, but the look on Gabriel’s face spoke volumes. Not disbelief, not miss-trust, but fear, even now. He lowered the knife. “I don’t know what you endured,” he said. “And I can’t make it go away… but I can fight like hell to make sure he suffers for what he did. You know I will.” Gabriel regarded him for a minute. Slowly, he lifted a trembling hand, reaching out to touch Sam’s hair. Still long, still soft. Even now. He lowered his hand and placed it on Sam’s shoulder, gripping it tightly. Sam nodded. “You can keep it there. I won’t touch you.” Carefully, with Gabriel sturdy, he cut away the rest of the thread. He watched as Gabriel’s lips parted slightly, taking in what must have been his first breath in a long time. He looked up at Sam, his other hand still petting Sam’s hair. “Never cut it… eh, Sasquatch?”

The statements "burying your gays is defined as when a gay character is specifically killed off for the sake of being killed off and given much less prominence than any cishet character deaths, Cinta’s death was afforded just as much weight as Brasso’s (and we know that the point is most of the main cast aren’t going to survive)” and "it was still really fuckin upsetting as an audience to watch Cinta just die after finally getting an onscreen kiss" can and should coexist

THANK YOU (also why the hell is he so beautiful?)

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