angry grape man & co.

cql/MDZS yunmeng brothers live rent free in my head 24/7. merthur + 00Q + geraskier and occasional writing.

[castillon02]

Fish and Chips

Fried fish, fried potatoes—ubiquitous enough in most places Bond visited, given the propensity for port cities to deal in espionage. Too heavy prior to a mission, but greasy and salty enough for afterward. The unmistakable stench made the local doctors glower at him while he shrugged at them from his hospital bed; this was a bonus. 

The only trouble was getting someone to smuggle it in for him. 

In Porto, Tanner once pulled a tell-tale paper bag from his briefcase, the contents steamed soggy from their enclosure. “Very important mission notes,” he said with a wry quirk of his lips. Bond had to chew each bite extra slowly, nauseous from his medication, and Tanner ate half the chips for him without saying a word about it. 

Felix brought an abomination from the U.S. fast food chain known as Captain D’s into Bond’s private hospital room. “This can’t be representative of Houston cuisine,” Bond complained. He squeezed a ‘hush puppy’ testingly between two tremorous fingers.  

Felix smirked. “It’s mystery fish from a mystery source; that kind of ambiguity is very Houstonian, which I expect you know, given your run-in with our mystery weapons dealer and their mystery bullets.” 

Bond threw the first hush puppy at Felix’s head, but he ate the second one: fried cornmeal and onion. Not terrible. The chips were the wrong texture and the fish was a travesty, but they were also not terrible.   

Felix could probably bring him a lot of things and Bond would rate them ‘not terrible.’ 

Laid up in his flat after an unwanted intracranial operation vis a vis Blofeld, Bond heard a knock at his bedroom window. 

A drone with a telltale paper bag hovered outside. It flashed a Morse code ‘Q’ at him. 

Bond let it in.   

Inside the bag, the battered fish was wrapped not in newspaper but in what turned out to be, when Bond peered closer, blank mission report papers and equipment destruction logs. Bond barked a laugh, crunched into a first still-steaming bite, and gave the drone a thumbs up. “Thank you, Q.”  

The drone twirled in an extravagant circle and left the way it had come. 

How very like Q to deliver the best and freshest of fish and chips without understanding that the fish and chips weren’t at all the point. Or perhaps how canny of him, to offer Bond what comfort he could without closing the distance between them. 

[skavod29]

[unfortunatelymerlin]

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[k1rap1ka]

Commission with sweet mertur 💋

(commissioner's au where merlin is the court magician)

[supersunsetnova]

The use of graphics in the 007 films

"I find a computer indispensable."

Andrew Booth, Founder and Creative Director at Blind, delves into the use of information graphics in Bond films.

[madsmikkelse]

listen. we can and should criticize James Bond as a character, concept and franchise. however! it's immensely funny how hard they tried to maintain his womanizer persona but then they gave ben whishaw glasses and an ugly cardigan and had daniel craig look at him like this for three movies

[sirnoblesquid]

Take your poetry elsewhere

At this point Leon’s running on pure spite

Bonus: they were both later banned from this tavern

[16th-of-a-twigg]

He's just sleeping he's just sleeping he's just sleeping he's jus Ko-Fi

[greatdumbking]

arthur in text posts

[fleev]

Treating myself with some soft Merthur :>

[saladscream]

So sweet and beautiful!!! 🥰

[abisalli]

The prophesied Once and Future King 👑

[cl-ot-po-le]

[Dragonlord merlin - 2]

: Magic returning slowly.

I did have a full body design, but I didn't like the way it turned out (mostly just the artwork. I do like the design of it) ... perhaps I'll do a whole character turnaround or smth like more detailed and... when I'm not that busy?🥰

[zazrichor]

D E V O T I O N

[ladymirdan]

[onceandfuturehighpriestess]

[tsuyanouchi]

Roronoa Zoro [One Piece] by TsuyaNoUchi

https://tsuyanouchi.etsy.com

[i-am-confused-by-life]

I saw a post a while ago that joked about how fanfic writers love to give characters non-specific paperwork when they need the characters to be bored or tired from a long day. They speculated it’s because a lot of fanfic writers are either very young, or typically not very familiar with the jobs they’re writing about. And now that I’m back into reading merlin fanfiction I’m obsessed with how the equivalence of this for Arthur is shit to do with wheat and grain. Merlin wants to know where Arthur is? Oh he’s probably in a boring council meeting about wheat yields. Why has Arthur had a long day? Well he was spending all day surveying the grain storage for the upcoming winter. Arthur’s been arguing with other nobles? Probably because they all want more of the grain grown on their own land. This man is micro managing every single stalk grown in the kingdom of camelot no wonder he never noticed merlin’s magic

[theroundbartable]

Hey op, don't call me out on my shit XD

[blizzly]

A Bloody Big Ship [00Q ficrec list]

yusanda and grumpyfox demanded I fork over my 00Q fic recs and I’m more than happy to oblige!

the sheer lack of professionalism [scioscribe] Q rolled his eyes. “Oh, there are just bloody wheels within wheels to it, aren’t there, this kidnapping business? Really, you should give it up. You’re not cut out for it. Think about it, your first time out, and you pinch a national intelligence treasure and ask his MI6 boyfriend for ransom. It isn’t very promising, is it?” Wheelhouse [recrudescence][NSFW] The one where Bond really, really isn’t used to sleeping with people who don’t tragically die soon afterward. feels like insomnia (woah) [skylights] Q, on the other hand, is having significantly less trouble with coming to terms as to how he currently has a slightly drunk double-oh agent standing in his flat at arse-o’-clock in the morning. Without waiting for a reply, Q starts the vacuum up again and starts to clean the patch of carpet next to Bond’s feet. The vacuum nozzle bumps against Bond’s patent leather shoes a few times and Q grunts, a clear sign that Bond should move. Bond moves. (or, that fic where Q has insomnia and Bond tries to be helpful) Entire [threegifproblem] [ace!Bond] ‘It’s a job to you, all of this, isn’t it? You’ve become bloody good at it, over the years – taking control, satisfying, teasing. But it’s all meaningless. You’re just going through the motions.’ Prowl [professorfangirl][NSFW neckporn yes] Because there’s nothing Bond likes better than getting someone by the back of the neck. Synchronicity [stereobone][NSFW] It goes on like that for months, and then Q realizes that James Bond is “hanging out” at his flat. an oral history [8611][postapocalyptic AU] The end of the world has come and gone, and now Q has nowhere to go. A Mountain That Has Been Moved [melfice][NSFW] There is something strangely threatening about the realization that he finds James Bond attractive. breathe in like you mean it [skylights][series, NSFW] Q sobs and swears and thrashes against the ground until he can move no more, cheek pressed against the warm floor. Breathe, breathe. There are tears running down his cheeks and Q needs to tell himself to just breathe. O2 molecules, alveoli, deoxygenated blood, the biology of being alive. Fourth form basics of respiration. Q pulls up notes from the dregs of his memory and recites them backwards in his head. Jagged Little Pill [beederiffic][series, NSFW] Q’s first impression of Bond isn’t particularly favourable. It’s bound to change. Seek a Newer World [indigostohelit] It’s a bright cold day in London, and the sun is blazing through the frozen atmosphere. It’s a bright cold day in London, and the city is steel and stone and brick, sunset-deep and dusky. It’s a bright cold day in London, and the pigeons dip and soar and turn through the same patch of sky, again and again. no gods are present, no wings no halos [paxlux] “Those who spit at history are doomed to repeat it,” Q says. Love and Other Hazardous Materials [luchia] “This is just getting ridiculous,” M says when he finds Q trying to put motorized circular saw blades into a briefcase. plus extra Christmas cheer that is awfully adorable: on the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: a gadget that could blow up New Guinea [snsk] Q (accidentally) brings Bond home for Christmas dinner.