tumblr/slack/ao3: SvengoolieCat (across the board)
civilian role (nickname): I’m a semi-retired villain (Dr. Nope) enjoying the sunshine and chaos I’m not responsible for anymore. Call me Sven!
what were you doing before being rudely interrupted by an international crisis: lounging on the beach with a book and a margarita disguised as Gatorade because it’s only breaking the open container laws if you get caught.
favorite snack/drink to have while watching the events unfold: a box of cheezits and aforementioned margarita
what you’re most looking forward to during Fest: all the new fanfics, and getting to hang out with y'all - I might even try to catch a movie or two
Q and Bond are undercover as Bake-Off contestants.
From this prompt from the 2023 prompt list: Q and Bond have to go undercover at the GBBO. And to fully complete the mission…one of them must win. Bonus points if they’re investigating Paul Hollywood. (#179)
And also for this prompt from the scavenger hunt: Find the Difference - Create an almost identical image and change a few things there (could be an edit or art). Tell us how many things have changed when you post it. (#28)
To start off Fest, Team Q Branch is having a team song lyric prompt exchange. I picked @aprettyspy ’s prompt which is from “Love in The Dark” by Adele.
“Please, stay where you are. Don’t come any closer. Don’t try to change my mind. I’m being cruel to be kind.”
“Please, stay where you are,” Q said, without even a glance or stutter of his fingers.
Bond, as always, paid him no mind.
“Don’t come any closer,” Q said with full-on eye contact and scowl.
“Don’t try to change my mind,” Bond said, his arms crossed, his stance steady. And then he lunged. Like a great stinking shedding middle-aged lion with absolutely no sense of decency. Or personal space.
“I’m being cruel to be kind,” Bond insisted as he tried to get the better of Q.
“You’re being a dick to be a dick because—” Q waved in a gesture to encompass all of Bond “—you.”
Bond went for full-on PoutyMcPoutFace. Q was not deterred.
“It makes you sad,” Bond insisted with what lesser men might call earnestness.
“Who are you to police my emotions?! You wouldn’t know an emotion if you fell out of a helicopter, landed atop it and gutted it in a back alley!”
“You’re going to take one full sip, spit out the second and then airclaw at your tongue and make the mopiest faces—“
“Afraid I’ll cut into your allotted time for your magnificent sulk which is—“ Q pointedly looked at his watch—“13 hours and 59 minutes of the 14 hours remaining in the day.”
“—and whine until I finally put knock out drops in your nightcap once it’s gone 3,” Bond continued over him, the brute.
“I want Evie. You make a horrible girlfriend, Bond.”
Bond huffed and said, “Q,” with the levels of exasperation that burn right past smolder.
Q made eye contact while he steadily lifted the cup toward his mouth.
“Fine,” Bond said, “If you let me drink your poisonous horrible nostalgia drink, I’ll throw you over my shoulder like the cave man you purport me to be, drag you home—traffic signals be damned— let you sniff at my mouth like the ridiculous half feral kitten you absolutely are and then start off doing that thing with my tongue that drives you right out your infuriatingly brilliant mind.”
Q made a face.
“Unless you pass out in a puddle of drool on my lap because hair pets are your secret weakness.”
Q sniffed. “Evie would have the best ice cream and also sing to me.”
“Would Eve also have a massive—“
“You’d be surprised.”
“I really wouldn’t,” Bond said.
Q waggled his eyebrows and Bond snorted, then took Qi’s hand.
“Q.”
“And none of this over the shoulder nonsense. It’s bridal carry or not at all,” Q said.
“And it only took me 157 concussions to realize you’re the love of my life. But who’s counting?”
“Marie in Medical,” Q muttered, “That’s who.”
“C’mon, Q. Let’s go make your cats pause their plans of world domination.”
“As if they hadn’t already set them in motion long before you stalked me home.”
It’s the first day of the fest, and I’m just going to leave this little headcanon here tonight.
Tanner is absolutely the best passive-aggressive email writer in the entire MI6. He may not have a license to kill, but those emails sure are deadly. Even M had to acknowledge it because… well, he’s the recipient of most of those emails, along with the minister of foreign affairs and accounting.
Somehow I’ve been giddy all day, despite, well, that’s a different post. Suffice to say I can use the distraction.
This is about 007 Fest, the July-long explosion of creativity and camaraderie in the James Bond-00Q-00QAD and related fandoms.
I’m new to the fandom, joined last autumn, have been completely drawn in by the amazing writing and the magnetic, magnanimous community. So many wonderful fics and artworks and discussions have “007 Fest” tags, and the rumbles ramped up around April. The countdown over the last week or so was insufficient warning for the launch.
So much cleverness, beauty, and inspiration.
I’ve followed more people today than in the last three months combined, and can’t wait to view and read and enjoy.
Names I recognize from fics, from iconic posts, from conversation - here you are! Right here! (Liking my posts 😊 I mean wow 😳)
Names of friends, from all corners and walks, here you are, writing and drawing and liking and cheering each other on.
Chapters:
1/?
Fandom:
James Bond (Craig Movies)
Rating:
Mature
Warnings:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships:
James Bond/Q
Characters:
James Bond, Q (James Bond)
Additional Tags:
Nature, Yosemite - Freeform, backpacking
Series:
Part 25 of Ato’s 007 Fest Fan Creations, Part 2 of Yosemite Chronicles
Summary:
Bond has big plans to share his love of backpacking with Q.
