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teamcivilian · 9 months
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July 15th is Tenshi Day!
 It’s the day for remembering Alexis_tenshi aka slimysuckers, our former Team civilian member, who was a dear friend for so many.
 Ways to participate:
Sharing stories about Alexis
Making gifs, drabbel, or drawing about her favourite ships
Reblogging her entries from the former fest
Simply writing/speaking her name
Whatever you feel comfortable with, as also without any pressure please ❤️
Tag #tenshi day #007 fest 2023
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prismatic-bell · 10 months
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It's 007 Fest time! Please meet Agent 0018.
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notesofbergamot · 9 months
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Bergamot Tea’s (0017) 007 Fest 2023 Masterpost
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Writing
A Bowl of Warmth (For Felix Friday) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/48642583
Jokes On You (For Headcanon Day) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/48286333
It's Not That Kind of Mole! (coauthor) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/48743116
Recipes
Felix's Broccoli and Cheddar Soup - https://www.tumblr.com/notesofbergamot/723055873388412928/a-bowl-of-warmth-notesofbergamot-james-bond
Scavenger Hunt
Coded Message - https://www.tumblr.com/notesofbergamot/723056664070275072/007-fest-scavenger-hunt-item-2-coded-message
Misc
Comments- 36
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roseforthethorns · 2 years
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007: Mission Report
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The road is longest when the need is the most.
Bond knew this from experience. Chasing Vesper in Venice still brought a strange sense of suspended panic, like when trying to run in a dream. Nothing ever moves fast enough, but if they don’t…
Cursing under his breath, Bond pressed harder on the gas pedal, trying to urge the car forward. He knew of a safe house nearby, and he was sure he’d lost any possible tails. They were alone now, surrounded on either side of the road by snow-covered trees. In the fading daylight, their definition seemed to fail, blurring into a single mass of color that seemed to vary too little for them to be making enough progress. Feeling his frustration rise, Bond tamped down on it. There would be time later to feel it. For now, he had to focus.
He needed a place to tend to Q.
Q’s eyes were open, but they weren’t focused. He seemed to be trying to hold himself completely still, Bond’s jacket tightly around him, which between that and the seat heater should be helping him stay warm, but Q was too quiet. The younger man’s normally pale face was wan, and the circles under his eyes looked like they had been punched into place.
Bond had been fast enough to prevent Q being kidnapped, but not fast enough to prevent the scuffle that followed. He’d been distracted with three of the men, while Q tried to wrestle the gun from the fourth. It had gone off, and Bond’s heart had almost stopped. But Q was still standing, slightly shaking, blood flecks splattered across his coat and cheek.
“Hold on, Q,” Bond murmured.
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maplesleep · 2 years
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009 Mission Report:  Operation get Mathilde a puppy is a go ;)) !
(Don’t worry, they adopted her after this harrowing chase scene)
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teamdoubleoh · 2 years
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AGENT DAY 2022
Thorns, roseforthethorns here, issuing a CHALLENGE on behalf of Team 00. 
TOO OFTEN, people assume that we 00-agents are nothing but empty minds and itchy trigger fingers, but it takes SKILL to be an agent. 
THEREFORE: We challenge @teamqbranch, @teamofvillains, and @teamcivilian to test their mettle in a little Agent Self Assessment exam. See if you have what it takes to make it in the cutting world of international espionage.
INSTRUCTIONS: Click the link above to complete the Google Form Assessment. Who knows... perhaps you’ll score high enough to join our ranks in the future.
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retrogamingblog2 · 7 days
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sporkberries · 1 year
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Robin(1993) is a comic where things happen
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rev-pirate · 6 months
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Catching up on this past weekend’s plateup stream jimmy couldn’t make it to and i am Losing it at
Tango, after discussing the benefits of the teleporter to them right now: “We really gotta look for that dumbwaiter.”
Skizz: “he misses jimmy jiggles :)”
Tango: “i know :(”
Skizz, giggling: “he misses his dumb waiter :3”
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lachatalovematcha · 4 months
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✧˚ ༘ ⋆。🧸˚✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚💕✧˚ ༘ ⋆。🥐˚✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚🎀
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boygirl-club · 22 days
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TEAM SMILING ☆ FOOD SEARCH GRAPHICS
not requested, self indulgent!
free to use with credit
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teamsilenthills · 7 months
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22 years ago today, SILENT HILL 2 was released in North America for PlayStation 2.
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prismatic-bell · 2 years
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Mission Brief: Headcanon 01, Q Is A Technophobe
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It's a natural assumption, really.
Q's office has two computers with a total of five screens between them, and a laptop, and a tablet, and nobody's actually sure how many work phones he has (only three are confirmed, but sometimes when all three and his personal are in his locker someone will hear a ringing sound). He's the head of Q Branch, for fuck's sake, the man must adore technology.
Q hates it.
There's a video camera by his door, but it's live feed, not recorded, and he mostly has it because M expressed concern over his 'rather low tech, isn't it' security system. He has a computer at home, but it's a monstrosity he built himself when he was in Year 9 and deliberately never connected to the internet--it doesn't even have an ethernet card. Nobody understands how his fridge still runs when it might actually be older than he is. His television still needs a digital converter box. There's parking available on his street, he could easily afford the expense of a car--has his driver's license, even--but he bikes where he can't walk and takes the Tube where he can't bike, and when the distance is too far for any of those things he pretends he's not grateful for James Bond winning a car from the 1960s as he signs out its decidedly-uncomputerized bulk. When he's at home he has a single-use burner phone by his bed for work--it is to be called only by M or Q Branch employees, only to summon him in, and he replaces it every three months--and all his other work devices go in a Faraday cage he built into the bottom of his record player.
He's a hacker, he explains to Bond one night, when they've unbent enough over a glass of scotch to actually have a halfway normal conversation, and any hacker--indeed, any IT tech--worth their salt knows device opsec is only as good as whoever designed the program, and the Big Three leave more holes in their programming than a good piece of Swiss, and Q isn't an idiot who wants his whole life laid bare to any bored teenager with fifteen minutes and access to instructions on 4chan.
At the MI6 winter holiday party, someone gives Q a gift he opens, and raises his eyebrows at, and stashes in his office.
Two months later, he gives Bond kit for a mission to Seychelles. Bond raises his own eyebrows at the item Q's labeled as a smoke grenade. Bond isn't particularly technologically inclined himself, but the Echo Dot is ubiquitous enough he knows one when he sees one.
Q wraps his fingers firmly around it.
"Bond," he says. "Don't bring it back."
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notesofbergamot · 9 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Bond/Q Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond), Felix Leiter Additional Tags: Implied Relationships, Established Relationship, Hurt James Bond, Recipe, MI6 Cafe 007 Fest 2023 Series: Part 5 of Bond + Recipes Summary:
James is hurt. Felix comes to see how his friend is doing and stays to make dinner. Recipe for broccoli and cheddar soup at the end of the story and under the cut
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roseforthethorns · 2 years
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“Wild Geese”
For the end of 007 Fest 2022 Nights are the hardest.
For James Bond, the nightmares never really bothered him. He simply accepted them as his due, a reward for being MI6’s best spy. He’d been everywhere, seen everything, done everything and (most) everyone. He had a list of kills longer than most in the business, and not all of them had been dispatched with a bullet. Sometimes, Bond would wake, body alert and mind racing, convinced he’d felt hands around his throat again, or the crushing weight of water, or his shoulder exploding in pain. Other times he would wake and have to check that he wasn’t still holding his gun.
When Bond and Vesper had been together, he’d still been so green as an agent; there had been some trauma, but nothing some Scotch and a good fuck couldn’t handle. Her death still hurt, but the dull ache of an old scar, and the nightmare of her drowning almost never happened anymore.
But when he started sleeping with Q? When the lanky boffin with a sharp tongue and a voice that always brought Bond home had found his way into Bond’s bed? When Bond had to finally begin to acknowledge to himself that he did, indeed, care for Q and was finding it harder and harder to understand what Q saw in him? 
One particularly sleepless night found Bond standing near one of the windows in his flat, wrapped in his dressing gown. Snow was falling softly outside, blanketing the streets and muffling the sounds of a sleeping London. Bond took another mouthful of Scotch, the liquor burning with a pleasant familiarity as it went down. 
“Penny for your thoughts?” Q walked up softly beside him, though not quite with the cat-like tread of a double-oh.
Bond glanced at him and then back out the window. “You should be sleeping.”
“As should you.” Q’s lips twitched slightly. “There, now we’ve both said something incredibly obvious.” He reached out and gently laid his hand on Bond’s shoulder. “You got up a while ago.”
“I thought you were sleeping,” Bond replied, taking another sip.
Q shrugged. “The bed’s colder alone.” They stood in silence for a moment, before Q spoke again. “But really, James, why are you up?” 
The silence stretched for a long time before Bond finally sighed. “Why are you here, Q? Why are you here- with me?” He didn’t look at Q, just continued to stare out the window and sip his drink.
Squeezing Bond’s arm gently, Q said, “Because I want to be.”
Bond chuckled darkly. “You make it sound so simple, like it’s easy for you to be around someone like me.”
“You mean a spy?” Q asked.
“I mean a killer, Q.” The words hang in the air for a moment, finally said, and Bond drains his glass.
Q is silent for a moment, and if Bond had looked at his face, he’d have seen Q thinking. But when Q speaks, it’s not at all the response Bond expects.
“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.”
Squeezing Bond’s arm gently again, Q presses a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I didn’t write that, but I meant every word. I chose this, James, and I still choose to be here. No matter your past, I’m here. Now, come back to bed.”
The nightmares don’t ever end for a double-oh, but finding someone to share the burden with makes them easier to endure.
Author’s note: the poem quoted in the story is “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver (hence the title)
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slowestlap · 11 months
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Max on twitch during virtual Nürburgring 24h race | 14 May 2023
Atze: Any interest getting that RB19 into iRacing, Max? Max: You can't because iRacing already has the Mercedes and with the contract it says you can only have one F1 car in the game A: But no one is driving that car anymore M: No, because it's shit A: And it's way too complicated I think as well M: And it looks ugly [*sips red bull*]
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