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is there actually sims fanfiction
how do you dialogue?????
She turned to him, tears traveling down her cheeks, and whispered softly,
"Faloopsinarb, woo fa goo."
He will never look at her in the same way again.
THIS IS SCARY AND CONFUSING
“More than anything, Mike Taylor wanted to be ordinary. Being a genius, he learned early in life, meant people expected too much. A career at the MI6 Help Desk seemed the perfect way to guarantee a lifetime of obscurity, until he got a very unusual tech support call.”
This has been a blast! Thank you all so much for the encouraging feedback and enthusiastic response. It was a long road, but our idiot boys (and Red Queen!) have finally got their shit together.
BootsnBlossoms and I will be back soon, with more plotty goodness!
We love you guys!
On the one hand, I am euphoric because this fic is just beautiful and I have eagerly awaited every one of its very, very frequent, lovely, long updates. On the other hand, it is finished and now I won’t get any more updates. -cries because mixed emotions- …I guess I’ll have to re-read it. Again. For the eighth time.
“You see, she’s a temptation herself. And you can’t tempt a temptress.”
“That doesn’t help me.”
“It wasn’t meant to. You’re not supposed to do anything.”
“Not a thing.” Q kisses the bewildered expression off Bond’s face, though he’s been keen to improve it over the years that only Q can really see it. “If she wants you, she’ll come and get you.”
Bond lays back, already lethargic, and lets him take the kiss downwards. Q is such a terrible influence. “And does she want me?”
“That’s enough secrets for today, Mr. Bond.”
[In which Bond and Q are an angel and a demon with An Arrangement, respectively, and Moneypenny is the Woman, in all senses of the word.]graphic inspired by strawberrysurfers’s style :3
loosely based off annicron’s drawing: [x]
title from pablo neruda’s love sonnets.
AU, shameless domestic cuteness, thorin in a waistcoat.
“Imagine being forever known as Bilbo Baggins, that queer fellow from Hobbiton who ran off with dwarves. Don’t you know? He came back with treasure but lost his voice and heart on the way.”
i have like 609453804 books to read
but you know what i’m gonna do
i’m gonna buy more books
And then I will read fanfiction.
and then i will read books that i’ve already read
I posted my tentative headcanon for Q’s name the other day, and normally that would be that, but I kept thinking about it and then I ended up spending the better part of yesterday and today writing 2800 words of fic. It needs like three more run-throughs or so before I post on AO3, but here you go. I welcome Britpicking, grammar and spelling corrections (though I think I caught the obvious ones), and concrit. Enjoy.
Oh, and this contains my first sex scene, so that bit’s probably terrible. ^^;; It’s mostly character study and banter, though, I promise!
I have read a third of the Skyfall fanfiction on AO3 in the last few days (at current count there are 545, and I’ve read nearly 200 x___x). I have finals next week and like six homework project things due in the next two days. I realize I have a problem. It’s just… 00Q. ;______; I need it.
A loving tribute to fanfiction clichés!
(for hungrylikethewolfie, who also lives a trope-appreciation life ♥ )
Your voice is so lyrical and then you start singing completely seriously about sex pollen and I lose my shit.
oh my god this is amazing
PERFECTION. I’M CRYING. (WITH LAUGHTER.)
A/N: Slight crossover with BBC Sherlock at the end, I couldn’t help it ;v; AND THERE’S SO MANY OF THESE DRABBLES BUT I COULDN’T HOLD MYSELF BACK
At first it’s all well and good when his agent follows him around like a very menacing body guard. It helps for intimidation purposes – you know. All those asshats who think that he’s incompetent because of his age and the fact that he finds nice sweaters to be the highlight of his existence.
But it gets to the point were 007 starts terrifying his cute little baby interns and staff – to which Q responds by telling Bond to stay in the corner and don’t you dare move until I can get them to stop crying, you lumbering barbarian.
Anonymous asked you:Are still taking 00Q/Bond requests? (please say yes.) If so can I ask for something with possessive Q? I mean all the bond girls would have to drive him nuts. :)
It’s Q’s job to have cameras on Bond- he monitors him, he guides him, he yells at him when he makes bad decisions, and he congratulates him dryly when he succeeds.
He tries to keep sight of him at all times, because if Bond is gravely injured and unable to call for help- but that means that he’s keeping sight of Bond at all times.
He’s watching when Bond slips the bra strap down the blonde’s tanned arm, watching when he makes her arch her back with his mouth and she moans, scratching down his back with acrylic fingernails painted deep bloody red.
Jupiter may have just saved Earth from a devastating impact event
Something just went down on Jupiter. Monday morning, at 11:35:30 UT, amateur astronomers glimpsed a brief but blazing flash of light in the upper reaches of the planet’s cloudy atmosphere. If past observations are any indication, Jupiter may have just sustained a major impact event. If that’s the case, the gas giant may have just saved Earth from a devastating cosmic collision.
Bitches please. That was the USS Enterprise coming out of warp.
Bless you Jupiter.
Thank you, Jupiter!
I ship it
How long until we can expect the fanfiction?
“Hey Jupiter!” Earth burst in, grinning wildly. “Where are you? Some of my scientists got this theory about your moons and-“
“I’m over here.” The voice calls out from another room and Earth frowns. Why does Jupiter even have rooms? Hesitant, he walks into another room, to find Jupiter. The man is standing shirtless, which could be a little awkward, until he notices Jupiter standing slouched and the red, inflamed burn along his torso.
“Jupiter?! What happened?!” Without a second thought he rushes forward, grabbing ice off a table and wrapping it in a towel, and pressing it to the burn. Jupiter jumps back, and Earth whacks his hand. “Stay still! Trust me, I know what I’m doing. We have actual medical professionals on my planet. We have actual people on my planet.”
“…Hello, Earth.” Then Earth realises his position, kneeling in front of Jupiter and with his hands pressed to the other man’s chest. And he hasn’t even said hello. He blushes.
Must defuse situation. “Uh, hi!” he says awkwardly. “Sorry about bursting in. You know me, always interfering with everything and thinking I know what’s best for everyone, ha ha!”
Jupiter chuckles. “It’s fine.” Earth notices the ice is heating up so he takes it out of the towel, swaps it for more ice. Jupiter winces as Earth reapplies the bundle.
“Seriously though,” Earth says, “What happened?”
Jupiter sighs. “Impact event. Asteroid, comet,” he says.
Earth stops dead. Impact events. He’s seen a few of those in his time, and they’ve always been so much worse for him than anyone else - the rest of his solar system is barren enough it doesn’t count, but him, teeming with life and ideas and species. He still remembers when he lost the dinosaurs, in a haze of fire and ash and poison. Woke up centuries later, smaller and fragile. He loved them so much, and still remembers them. It terrifies him to think of such a thing happening again, even to his humans, with all they’ve done to the planet - he loves them too.
And… Jupiter. “I’m so sorry,” he says, blinking through the haze of emotion.
“It’s alright,” smiles Jupiter, and Earth wants to ask how can it possibly be alright? “It’s not exactly an uncommon occurrence. Largest planet in the solar system; I think my mass just attracts things.”
“What?” Earth leaps to his feet. “But - that’s not fair!”
Jupiter cocks his head to the side. “Greatest mass, greatest target. Laws of physics. How is that not fair?”
“Because - because you haven’t done anything wrong!”
Jupiter laughs again. “Oh, right. You and all your lifeforms, and their concepts - fairness, morality, karma.”
“Don’t mock me; they don’t even all have those, anyway,” Earth huffs. “But how can you… Look at that burn, man. And you’re telling me this is nothing?”
Jupiter briefly looks down at the oozing, crusting thing. “Well, what would happen if I wasn’t here, huh?” he asks. “The meteors - or comets, or asteroids, or whatever - would get past me, hit the smaller planets behind. Your best friend Mars… or Venus and Mercury, nuts as they are. Or you.”
Earth gulps. “You shouldn’t have to do this for us,” he says.
Jupiter smiles, before pulling Earth into his embrace. Um. Okay. “It’s alright, Earth. I don’t mind. After all - I’m a gas giant, emphasis on the giant. I can get by, pretty much no matter what happens. Other people are more important. People like you. You’re… special.”
“I’m not,” says Earth. “I’m not special. Just… self-important.”
Jupiter chuckles again. “You’re better than you think you are. You’re alive, Earth, and that’s the most important thing. You have people, ideas, emotions still to share. You have so much to find, so much to see, so much to explore. You’re fragile, and I wouldn’t let you get set back by just any old meteor. You are special, Earth; you’re gonna fly across the universe one day, and to me that is worth a thousand burns.”
“ you’re gonna fly across the universe one day, and to me that is worth a thousand burns.”
And then I actually started to ship it.
What the hell.
Tumblr: The only place where we have homoerotic fanfiction about two planets.
omg i ship it.
better love story than twilight
I can’t believe I actually teared up over a couple planets…
Am I late for this ship?
So are there any vidders yet?
otp: you’re worth a thousand burns
i don’t know if i’m sobbing or laughing hysterically or dying