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don't open your eyes just yet

The most terrible part isn’t how Q’s elegant, slender fingers are crushed and mangled.

Seek A Newer World

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. A story about stories. Contains spoilers for the movie, as well as canonical character deaths.

Clockwork Soldiers

[Full spoilers for the movie] If Q was ever asked how he had made it to such a key position within MI6 at his relatively youthful age, he would have called it twenty-per-cent sheer brain power, fifty-per-cent luck and the rest a thorough understanding of bureaucratic politics and human nature.

This Is A Trick

"It was when he'd read every scrap of information on Mr. Silva he could get his hands on that the nightmares began."

Q/Silva.

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The crisis is over but no one at MI6 is sleeping yet.

Q/Tanner.

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Towers

Q is nearly positive he falls in love on a tuesday.

 Of Clean Corners and Tucked Edges

His professor once came up to him and spent twenty minutes trying to convince him that he'd be suited to a job in mathematics, maybe even accounting, like his sister. [Ten moments where things never really worked out, and one where it did. In a pre-universe where Q is Vesper's younger brother.]

Decompression

“I’m going to make a mess of you,” Bond promises him, removing the glasses carefully from his face and folding them up. “I’m going to fucking take you apart, Q, until you’re sobbing for it.”

Down the Burning Ropes

Set after the events of Skyfall. Life goes back to normal, and Q and Bond’s relationship develops.

I'll Tell You When To Stop

Bond needs Q to do his job so he can do his better, but then things get complicated. 

It's Just So London

Bond was away on a mission. He's now back, in London, stuck in traffic and endless grey rain and there's someone hipster knocking on the car door as he's trying to get some sleep.

Beta Testing

He inevitably has to report back to his Quartermaster and officially file the loss of equipment; once Silva is delivered to his cell, his home until he can be remanded to Belmarsh, James leaves the isolation room and heads for Q branch.

the snow falls and the sky follows

It's not as if it's unexpected - agents die all the time. Quartermasters, however, aren't supposed to.

A Certain Reputation

I came out of this film shipping Bond/everyone. Scenarios promptly presented themselves.

Racing shadows in the moonlight

It’s a mess of black curls, lips and whispers that Bond can never get enough of.

Sugary Desserts and Nicknames

Cupcake; small iced cake: a small individual iced cake, baked in a paper or foil cup or in a cup-shaped mold, usually topped with a sweet icing and sprinkles. [Five Times there was Bond, Q, and a nickname of the confectionary persuasion, and one time there were witnesses.]

OTHERS: Q-centric

all you need to make a movie is a gun and a girl 

There’s a story here, but this much, you should already know: that there are two men sitting in Room 13 of the National Portrait Gallery. One of them is the most dangerous man in Europe. The other one’s James Bond.

You may have my number, you can take my name

Eve's hands are shaking and her mascara is smudged down her cheek and for a moment Q thinks Bond has died, but she wasn't this messed up when she killed him before.

so you were never a saint

“I think Bond’s trying to be your friend,” Eve tells him. “…well,” Q says slowly, “this is a new and disturbing development.” 

OTHERS: Bond-centric 

(let) the (sky) fall

a thousand women with pretty dresses and the one who didn't, the one who wasn't, and dresses wet with rain, and blood, and love wasted.