#craigshaws

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Hey lovely person! I don't think I've told you this before but I just wanted to let you know that I absolutely love your work! I just re-read (for the 1000th time) "marked pieces" and I just want to let you know that you are amazing :D xoxo

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I wanted to wait until I was on my computer to reply (sorry for the lateness). You're fantastic! I did a little dance when I realised you were following me (I think I was with Rerumfragmenta in Italy at the time). /cuddles

[salios]

craigshaws replied to your post “Today has been…surprisingly rough. My ex messaged me. He did so for...”

:( that super sucks :( but you've got an awesome support group here if you need hugs :)

Sorry it took me so long to get back to you! /hugs

You're right, I do have an amazing support group here :)

/so many cuddles

[alexandrhamiltxn]

(lol i never do these but...) Answer this with 10 random facts about yourself and pass it on to your 10 favourite followers! (◕‿◕✿) ~~♥

1. I am currently in Wisconsin.

2. I took second place at league for the 500 yard freestyle (10 Olympic laps).

3. I want to go to college in a different country.

4. I worry too much about everything.

5. I can’t stand creepy horror movies when someone gets possessed.

6. My parents divorced when I was nine.

7. I have a plot to adopt a cat the day I get back from my vacation. *laughs evilly*

8. My best friends are named Jared, Reema, Jenna and Ashtin.

9. Salt water taffy and dark chocolate are the best kinds of candy, and no one can tell me differently.

10. I have minor panic attacks if I can’t find my iPod or can't listen to music for a prolonged amount of time. The silence will kill me.

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craigshaws replied to your post: Trying to put off opening photoshop lmaofjs. ...

Q and James and what they get up to on a Saturday night ^^

James rolls his eyes but cedes control of the remote easily enough. He seems relaxed, jacket off, cuffs rolled up and sprawled on the only sofa couch, directly in front of the television.

Q takes the remote with a wary look, it's not like James to give up anything without a fight, or at least a snarky comment. He makes an offhand mention about it and settles cautiously on the other end of the sofa.

James shrugs. "It's only fair after all," he says and sinks a little more into the cushions.

It's not until the opening sequence of his favourite movie starts that Q realises that he's made a gross miscalculation. Somehow, within the past five minutes, James has managed to subtly shift himself so that Q was crowded right against the hand rest and his arm is slung over the top of the seat.

Q can feel James' fingers tickling the hair on the nape of his neck and the disturbing warmth of a strong thigh pressed right along side his own. Q thinks that he'd be more upset at missing out on the first part of his movie if he wasn't so distracted by the incomparable James Bond.

James turns to him, with a small, fond smile, and Q sighs, resigning himself to rewatching this movie again at a later date, maybe in two weeks, when it was his turn again.

[the-nerdinator]

keke, i have to ask this: Q

Attraction level: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/EIGHT/NINE/10Love for the Character:1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/TENHow much the char has grown on me: 1/2/3/4/FIVE/6/7/8/9/10 ...I don't know, I loved him from the beginning... I'll say 5.Badassness level:1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/TENHow upset I’d be if the char got killed off:1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/I WOULD NOT GET OVER IT!! 'UPSET' DOES NOT COVER MY EMOTION!

[alexandrhamiltxn]

lol i just gotta say: BEST URL XD He does have a magnificent butt.

Awehhhh, thank you!! I love yours too ehehe

I seriously thought someone in the Skyfall fandom would already have it…

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craigshaws replied to your post: LOL HERE GOES. MALLORY AND TANNER GO ON HOLIDAY TO THE BAHAMAS.

/CRYING THIS IS KINDA PERF. ACTUALLY PERF. LOLOLOL. ALL I GET IS IMAGES OF TANNER IN A HAWAIIAN SHIRT AND MALLORY SEVERELY SUNBURNT.

CRY THERE IS ACTUAL BACKSTORY TO THIS. OR SOMETHING.

The explosion is not unexpected, per se, since this is Q Branch, but it definitely is loud. The stream of profanities that trails out with the smoke is what makes Tanner's eyebrows rise.

"Bond," Q says, after his insinuations about people's ancestry and impossible physical contortions wind down, and the name is so sharply enunciated that it could probably slice bread at one hundred paces.

Bond's steps aren't hurried when he appears through the haze, but they're quite a bit faster than his usual lazy saunter. He breezes past Tanner, heading straight for the elevator. "Morning," Bond says with a nod, blue eyes flashing mischievously.

"Bond!" There's a definite rise to the level of Q's voice now and Bond almost hesitates, eyeing the elevator and then the camera mounted above it speculatively. He does a textbook perfect about face without stopping and pushes straight through the emergency exit and into the stairwell.

Tanner sighs and taps at his bluetooth earpiece for cleaning and maintenance, second on his speed dial. "Clean up in aisle Q," he says and cuts off the call just before the first indignant complaint.

He never hesitates, pulling out his tablet and tapping a quick memo for Mallory as he steps into the mess that surrounds a fuming Q.

To his relief, this time the structural damage is minimal, but several of the extremely expensive custom computers look irreparably damaged. He adds a few more words to the memo and sends it off to Mallory's inbox.

Q branch broken. 007 on the run. Should I reschedule your lunch meeting?

The answer comes barely half a minute later and Tanner can read the exhausted resignation through the screen even.

Reschedule everything, Mallory's message reads. Going to need the rest of today to talk Q down from committing murder.

He's just about to reply in confirmation when the double beep announces another message.

I want to see you tomorrow morning, the moment you log in.

Tanner doesn't even blink. Yes, sir.

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LOL HERE GOES. MALLORY AND TANNER GO ON HOLIDAY TO THE BAHAMAS.

"Pack your bags," Mallory tells Tanner curtly one morning.

Tanner, unflappable as always, flips open his micro-tablet (2 terabytes of hard drive, 16 gigabytes of RAM, full touch screen with satellite uplink and only half a centimeter thick - a happy accident thanks to 007 spiking Q's coffee with guarana shots about a month back) and asks, "Where to, sir?"

Mallory is determinedly ignoring the flashing blue light on his phone, signalling an incoming call. "The Bahamas. We're going on holiday."