Bored, Clever, and Obsessive

-T.S. Elliot. 

-T. S. Elliot

-Charles Bukowski

00Q summer exchange fic for Castillon02, beta'd by the wonderful grigorisgadreel. Thanks, guys! Enjoy. Prompt (for all the good it did me) was: Bond is constantly playing a role for work. Sometimes he just wants to be able to do it for fun, transparently, and with a consenting adult in the bedroom. He brings it up with Q (or possibly tries a bit of role-play-ish improv to feel him out in the moment??? whatever you like). Q is a bit taken off-guard at first, but willing to be persuaded. I'd love a bit of silliness and playfulness and an edge of the intimacy that would come with James Bond sharing this part of himself that he tends to keep closely guarded. No unhappy endings, but I don't mind hurt feelings or angst on either of the characters' parts so long as it is resolved by the end. Go wherever the plot takes you! Bonus points for both Bond and Q having a go at playing the more 'passive' part (the seduced/the rescued ingenue/whatever-else-takes-your-fancy-there-are-lots-of-options) of the role play at some point.

Stress relief procedure for college applications: 1) Bake delicious lemon-cream-cheese cupcakes 2) carefully pipe out 'Fuck' in chocolate ten times 3) set your letters atop your cupcakes and literally eat your feelings 4) bring five boxes of said cupcakes to class with you to share the misery 5) Cry.

I'm so sorry to whoever's picture this is!!!!!!!! I found it on my desktop and i have no idea where/when it's from, but I can't stop laughing...

So....I may or may not have gotten really annoyed with college applications and cut up all the brochures they sent me to make this....maybe.

Would pride allow us: -Diana Cadello Please, please, please, We beg you, Be there for us. When we finally realize That our parents are not gods, That we care about things desperately, When we’re drowning And the bubbles are bursting one By one, Be there for us. Don’t try to fix us – Just be there for us. Please don’t forget what we stand to loose And what we stand to gain. Please don’t brand us unreasonable; Don’t disregard our pain As though you never felt it, As though you never stayed up all night With a blanket curled around your shoulders– Lights out – Glistening tracks down your face, Still trying to understand why you’re crying. Don’t act as though you were never lost, Never wiped the tears away only to find the thought of another day Pretending you’re not held together by willpower, Hello-kitty bandages, And a broken smile, Is too much to face. Be there for us. Our problems may not come with numbers You can pick apart; They may not come with scars You can x-ray and diagnose, But they come with pain. The pain of needles on your skin And the pain of loathing and uncertainty As you drive them in. You may not remember What it felt like to find the world is not kind, Does not love you, That your dreams Are a dime a dozen. You may not remember Precisely when you gave up on Prince charming And a palace And a happily ever after. But please, Please, Please, Remember that It is real, We are hurting and lost and defiant and It is real. It hurts and keeps on hurting. And every time you tell us to ‘grow up,’ We have another apology to make, Another bruise to heal, As our world crumbles down around us And we tear apart our own certainties, Our hands bruised and broken and shivering. It hurts, Wondering how we shall ever Build ourselves up without you To keep us steady, To keep us sure, To keep us loved. Be there for us. Respect us in our ignorance, Our doubts, Our obsessions like fireflies To show us we are people in our own right; Don’t try to fix us, But be there for us As we pick up the pieces and Find our own ways to put them back together, Find our own ways to walk again, To run, To persevere, To love. Please Please Please Be there for us, And convince us The person we’re struggling to build Is worth more than the person we’ve left behind.