For perfect_duet’s 2012 advent Calendar, Day 15! :-)
Master and commander ! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !!!!!!!
Now there’s another bloody big ship
‘You know, me and Ben know each other, you know, reasonably well now, so I feel comfortable doing things with him, so yeah, things like the fighting stuff or physical stuff”
Physical Stuff? Oh oh ooohhh
YOU DIRTY, DIRTY HEDGEHOG.
No one ships it like Martin ships it
All 00Q, naturally, and listed solely for my own records (and your fantasies, as the case may be). It might take months to write all of these, but I hope I’ll get around to each of them.
Listed below the cut, as some details contain spoilers.
OH GOD ALL OF THESE ALL. OF. THESE. GIMME GIMME *grabby hands*
Other than the fact that they’re both really hot and that Q’s wrists would look so lovely trapped in Bond’s callused grip. And that Q’s sleep-rumpled hair would do a marvelous job of getting in Bond’s mouth, the next morning, until Bond had to shift them so that his lips were pressed against Q’s soft nape, instead, so that Bond could finally breathe. (And get hard enough for slow-but-incandescently-hot sleepy sex.)
Those are the cosmetic reasons. But having just seen the film, I have to say that my reasons for shipping Bond/Q have multiplied tenfold. Hundredfold. Thousandfold. Millionfold.
Can we talk about the fact that Bond wouldn’t have survived without Q?
Yes good perfect all of this ^^^
[Every now and then a trigger has to be pulled]
how can that be Q? he’s but a suckling young pup!