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The kids may yearn for the mines, but the orphans yearn for MI6 training.
Ambushed.
Scavenger Hunt # 73
Employee participation is important, but so are deadlines!! How does your character wiggle out of attending an A.N.E.M.O.N.E. Games event?
-.-.-
Shay sighs, standing up for the lowboy refrigerator she had just restocked with milk. She looks over to where August is laying in the window seat, napping in the late day's sunshine. She takes a steadying breath, and exhales slowly.
It's hard seeing her spunky, menace of a barely-a-cat-still-really-a-kitten so quiet, sad, lonely. August hasn't been the same since losing her pack mates. Shay hasn't been the same since losing two of her beloved pets.
Maybe Shay should go looking for a companion for August- ugh, the mere thought hurts. She shakes it off, and turns around, trying to find some task to occupy herself.
She's scrubbing at a spotless countertop when there's a muffled kerfuffle near her cafe. She turns to find a rare sight. Two double 00 agents, in properly causal clothes. Randall Maxwell, 001, was in a t shirt and joggers, freshly showered, and was joined by Scarlett Papava, 004, who was in leggings, a tank top covering a matching sports bra. She was clearly mid workout, and looks… irritated.
"If this is too much, tell Maxwell "no" Shay. Don't feel like you have to-"
"Christ, Pap, you make it sound like I'm asking her to go on mission."
Shay sighs, lifts a brow. She doesn't have the capacity to deal with this.
Of course that's when Rob from Q Branch comes in.
Holding a kitten.
Shay's breath catches in her chest. Rob looks apologetic.
"Shay, you can say no, but I know you've been worried about August being alone, and well, we found her today-"
"No!" Maxwell gasps. "Not fair!" Maxwell carefully un-shoulders his backpack, and pulls out a young disgruntled cat. "I was here first!"
Two cats.
Shay's brain screeches a dial tone as she tries to process.
"I found her outside a baddie's headquarters, she kept me company during my stakeout. But it's clear she's a stray and roughing it."
Scarlett cuts both men a hard glare, and they fall quiet.
"Shay, you can say no, I've talked to Moneypenny already, she's on standby, and we will get them homes elsewhere, by the end of the day."
Shay watches as the long haired white cat Maxwell had brought, jumps up to the window seat where August is watching intensely. The cats sniff each other cautiously. The white haired cat curls up next to August with a sigh, and relaxes. The new cat seems grateful for the peaceful respite of the cafe.
Shay's shoulders drop. She reaches out for the kitten in Rob's hands, nods. The kitten immediately purrs in her hands, squeaks a meow at her.
The three humans in front of her take a slow step back.
"We'll let everyone know the cafe is closed." Scarlett says quietly. "Moneypenny says you don't have to attend the A.N.E.M.O.N.E event today. Just, adjust."
Shay nods and finds herself sitting in the floor besides the window seat, watching the cats get to know each other.
Smoky has ✨earned the number ✨.
Cards Against MI6 Highlights!
Our first "Cards Against MI6" session was a blast! Thank you to @bondlocker, @pommedepersephone, @melynen, @myndelling, @theavengingcompanion, and @eleanor-is-fine for the laughs!
A (DE)MOTIVATIONAL POSTER for 007 Fest Scavenger Hunt Item #56.
Create a motivational (or demotivational) poster using a screenshot from a Bond movie.
(With thanks to @aniron48 for the exceptional inspiration.)
this website lets you listen to the sounds of all different forests around the world
Reblogging again cause I tried this site last night and if you need background noise to focus this is perfect for that, I was locked the fuck in on a task. And it’s also just gorgeous to listen to
@thirrith
The braids
It's finally happened
I did it, I really did it.
Here it is.
"Be Still My Foolish Heart" is finally complete.
50 chapters, 177,000 words, and 2 years later, it's done.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A cute Jayvik pic for Loving is Caring Chapter 12 by @jeremiahhawkinsfanfics! Their first night of love on their lab mattress!
I just love having illustrations for my chapters 🤩
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A cute Jayvik pic for Loving is Caring Chapter 12 by @jeremiahhawkinsfanfics! Their first night of love on their lab mattress!
007 Fest, Intro Post 2025
Re-Meet Shay Hodge, the resident barista that mans the cafe between Q Branch and the 00 Agents' Office Block.
This year, Shay took time off to enjoy a writer's convention, maybe she'll get someone to pick up her spy series based on the stories she's heard from the 00 agents.
(art via AI character creator, recycled from last year)
I know I’m being lazy and recycling but here’s my character for Bond Fest 2026. Look I only bring her out for Fest okay?!
Shay’s had a rough go lately, two of her three cats that she brings into the cafe have passed away recently. The Q Branchers have set up a small shrine to them in the warm sunspot corner the cats loved. Shay still has one cat, who she brings to the cafe, but both the young cat and Shay seem quieter, this year.
Actual roman epitaph for a dog
humans are the same
I’ve seen this one doing the rounds a few times (and it makes me cry every time I see it), but was curious about the original Latin text, so I did some digging: it’s a shortened version of CIL 10, 00659, a tombstone from Salernum (modern Salerno, Italy). (source; CIL is the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum).
Portaui lacrimis madidus te, nostra catella,
Quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus.
Ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis oscula mille
Nec poteris collo grata cubare meo.
Tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem
Et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis
Morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam,
Perdidimus quales hei mihi delicias.
Tu, dulcis Patrice, nostras attingere mensas
Consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos,
Lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas,
Quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus,
Accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter
And here’s my translation:
Wet with tears I have carried you, our little (female) dog, just as I did in happier times fifteen years earlier (lit. “three periods of five years). For myself, Patrice, now you will not give me a thousand kisses nor will you be able to lie lovingly around/against my neck. I have sorrowfully placed you, merit-worthy, in a marble tomb and I have joined you always to myself in death, as by your cleverness you matched a human. Alas, we lost such pleasures for myself! You, sweet Patrice, were accustomed to join us at our table, to beg charmingly for food (while sitting in our) laps. You were in the habit of greedily licking our cups with your tongue, which my hands often held for you. Frequently and joyfully (you) receive a weary one with your (wagging) tail...
tl;dr: this dog was named Patrice and was very, very loved. (another translation with some glossing of the text.)
It's the fact she's joined to them in death, it's the fact that she sat in her owner's arms and ate their food. That he held the cups down for her to drink from....
Hundreds of years and we still know she was loved. We still know how she liked to sleep. All these years!! Loving dogs is the same!!!!
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Bond would love if if Q had work-from-home days.
He would love being cozy in bed listening to Q do work calls (Q also in bed in his PJs) on his headset while Bond is snuggled up against Q's hip and napping.
And also eavesdropping on Q's calls.
Listening to Q swear under his breath while he scrolls through budget spreadsheets.
Listening to Q use his Work Voice to crisply talk about Business Things with his team while Bond is so comfy cozy with his head on Q's lap.
Bond would enjoy that. Send post.