The reason I love Thranduil so much is that, out of all the elves we’ve met in the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit movies, he’s the first one that really struck me as someone that clearly wasn’t human
NO YOU CANT DO THAT GET OUT
For me : Monsieur Steampunk One
And for you ?
Sir Theodore Knightstone…..not bad.
Baroness Adelaide Rumblestone.
Viscount Cyril rumblefield. I like it.
Colonel Lionel-Josephene Wraithwood.
Captain Gilbert-Emmeline Worthington
Baroness Marguerite Rumblebottom
Duchess Henrietta Worthingfield.
Baroness Josephine Rumblebottom
Lady Ursula Wakefield
Captain Leopold Clankingwood
Professor Dorcus Addle Wood
This would actually be so great for naming OCs
Countess Josephine Rumblechild. Not bad.
Wake up, John! A new case.
Parent!Lock gifset, or rather Uncle!LockUncle Mycroft to the rescue.
- James! This is madness!
- This is politics, kitten.
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- Jack! What are you doing?!
- It’s Captain Sparrow, for you , James! And what are you doing!?
- It’s Captain Bond, for you!
Fandom/Pairing: Skyfall, 00Q
Summary: James Bond and Alec Trevelyan were once MI6 agents, but went rogue a few years ago. James was recently captured and held for all of three days before escaping, and when Alec meets up with him he finds that James brought back a souvenir.
Note: This is an idea I’ve had for a while, and I just wanted to write a drabble. So here we are :)
'Oh really, James, really?’ Alec near-shouted when he walked into the hotel to find not just James, but a twink sitting on the bed. Said twink blushed slightly but sat up straight, chin held high, proud even when faced with a rather large rogue MI6 agent carrying multiple weapons.
'What?' James blinked, blue eyes wide and innocent. Which worked on the one-nighters James brought back all the time, but not on Alec. He'd known James too damn long.
'Did you have to pick someone up when escaping MI6?’ Alec asked.
James raised an eyebrow. ‘And what if he was just some guy I picked up, and you went and spilled all our secrets?’
Alec snorted and said, ‘Seeing as how there are stolen, top secret documents everywhere, as well as a multitude of weapons, I’m assuming that you nicked this one from Her Majesty herself.’
James tilted his head, looked at Q, and then looked back at Alec. ‘Yeah, alright; I did,’ he finally admitted.
Alec sighed and dumped his bags by the door before walking closer. The boy- and really, he looked barely out his teens- kept his eyes on Alec. The blonde paused just before him. And stared.
James’ eyes were back on the documents he was reading over, and he didn’t look up as he said, ‘Eyes off, Alec. This one’s all mine.’
'Gonna keep him, are you?' Alec questioned. 'He needs to be walked twice a day and fed at least-‘
'I'm not a dog,' the boy interrupted. And dear God, his voice made him sound like he was eighteen, maybe nineteen. ‘Nor am I deaf,’ the boy added.
'Right,' Alec hummed, 'I really don't care.' The boy scowled. 'So come on, let's hear it,' Alec clapped his hands together. 'Who are you, where exactly in MI6 did you come from, and what did James do to convince you to run off into the sunset with him?'
James snorted. ‘I didn’t convince him, actually. He’s the one who broke me out.’
'Really?' Alec asked. James nodded. 'Well, who are you?' he asked again.
The boy hesitated, his eyes briefly darting to James before fixing back on Alec. Finally, he said, ‘You can call me Q.’
Alex stared a bit. Shifted on his feet. Stared a bit more. James counted. Five, four, three, two-
'You stole the Quartermaster?!’
OMG WHAT DID I DO!?
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Coolios, thank you.
Anyone who says they want an Australian summer - no, you don’t understand. A large portion of Australia is literally on fire
Dance or DANCE OFF?!
Oh, I see. The detective! Seem like I’ve been offered a challenge!
Not bad. I guess it is time to break it out in .gif form.
One needs to be lithe on their toes to satisfy Mr ‘Three Continents’ Watson. SH
Oh, yes, filthy mortal? I can’t hear you, my swag is too loud!
That’s what I thought, you can’t handle these moves. Go cry to your daddy…oh wait. SH
Forgive me, can’t hear you…the awesome of my cake is too loud!
Yes well while you were stuffing your face like Mycroft ,I managed to get my hands on this little scepter. Time to start my own army with John as my right hand man. Good luck with world domination. SH
How…never mind. I’ll fight you with my bare hands, you mortal weakling!
Bring it! I don’t even need your little glowstick to beat you puny god ass. SH
Pfff, you may laugh. but you are scared…you HEAR THAT, MY ARMY? He is scared…
Brother, I noticed this mortal challenging yours and Asgard’s honour and have come to your aid. No need to thank me. Your brother and future king, Thor.
Cosplay crossover chat thingies.. :D One reason I love Tumblr.