i’m so into reading tags like 500 of y’all could be reblogging my stuff and tag it as ‘me’ and ‘mood’ and nothing else and i’d still read every single one of y’alls tags
Here are the drabbles for the last week of the MI6 Cafe’s 00Q Last Drabble Writer Standing competition!
Prompt: a photo prompt!
Genre: wild card (writer’s choice) Word count: up to 250
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The voting period ends on Monday at 9am PDT / 12pm EDT / 4pm UTC.
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…because I hadn’t started in week 1, but I still wrote a drabble for their latest prompt. (Remember when I got so excited the other day because I’d finished something? This was it!)
Prompt: a photo prompt!
Genre: wild card (writer’s choice) Word count: up to 250
Title: Persuasion Author: Ato the Bean Warnings: none Summary: Months after he left, James returns to find MI6 missing his favorite quartermaster. Fortunately, he’s a spy. He tracks Q to a local cafe.
“Come back in.”
“No.”
“Q—”
“I’m not Q anymore.”
Bond took a sip of his espresso. It was true. The man before him didn’t resemble the buttoned-up Q he knew. Nor the hacker of his rumored past. Something in between, perhaps. Something good. He looked good.
“What shall I call you, then?”
“Alan will do.”
“Your name?”
“At the moment.”
Bond studied him, wondering what tactic might work.
“Your country needs you there.”
Q—no Alan—scoffed.
“I think I’ve done my bit for the Queen, thanks.”
Bond fingered his demitasse. “Fine, I need you there.”
“Now, that’s just a blatant lie. Why are you even back? Did she leave you?”
The bitterness was ill hid. Bond remembered the look on Q’s face that night on the bridge. It hadn’t made sense at the time, but months of reflection on the beaches in southern France had afforded some insight. Or so James hoped.
“I decided I’d made a terrible mistake. But by the time I returned, you’d left.”
Something warm flashed in Alan’s expression before it resolved to wariness.
“Even if I wanted to return, that Q is dead.”
“MI6 specializes in resurrection. I should know.”
Alan huffed a laugh and sipped his tea.
“Come on. What are you doing now that could possibly keep your brilliant mind as occupied as being Q?”
“Flatterer.”
James smirked.
“I’m not saying yes.”
“Good. Then I can take you to dinner tomorrow and work at convincing you.”
Q smiled against the rim of his cup.
I encourage you all to read and vote on the real entries for @mi6-cafe‘s Last Drabble Writer Standing contest. There are some really creative things there.
In order to participate in the anonymous posting and voting, I would have had to participate all 4 weeks (hence the Last Drabble Writer Standing title). BUT I got a very nice note from the organizers saying that they liked the drabble and would like me to post it on tumblr after the official entries are in, tag it with their name, and that they will then reblog it as part of this month’s more general challenge. So that was nice. And they’re going to tag me for the next drabble challenge in case I want to participate all 4 weeks.
So not a complete failure, and there’s no way I could have committed to that whole challenge this month anyway. And maybe I’ll get it betaed now…
Thanks. <333 I’m basically sticking to the plainest, most boring diet ever today and crossing my fingers that my stomach will let it pass. -_-
Actually, the bronchitis meds I’ve been taking actually made me sick this morning (or a combo of them and the phlegm I’ve bee hacking up), so my diet is plain and almost non-existent. Same boat, really.
There are countless teens and young adults who are struggling to find a sense of identity and belonging in a chaotic and often unforgiving world, and to you, i say…
It felt so fucking good, punk! I considered asking you to beta, but I don’t think it’s your ship, and I also think that submissions are “anonymous” for voting, and then owned after “winners” are announced. So sharing it ahead of time is probably not allowed. But I feel like a winner regardless, just for submitting.
It’s not my fandom, but you can always ask, especially if it’s something short.
I accidentally wrote four hundred words last night because I was like, “well, this won’t go anywhere,” but it did. I might add it to the story I’m working on, but even if I don’t, it was a nice feeling to just write a bunch of words in a row. I’m editing a fic now and it’s nothing but stressing over commas and trying to fix sentences that don’t make any sense. I mean, I enjoy editing, but it’s a different feeling than just sitting down and writing.
Yay you! 400 is amazing. And I know you do a great job with my sentences that don’t make sense, so I’m sure you’re doing the lord’s work with this one, too.
If I thought it wouldn’t have potentially disqualified me in the challenge, I would have totally hit you up. I was excited, and wanting to share. But thanks for your assurances…it’s good to know. How do you feel about The Martian? That’s my latest obsession.
To be clear, the sentences that don’t make any sense are mine, which makes them both easier and harder to fix. I’m excited to get this thing posted, though, so I can pick one of my many other WIPs to finish.
I liked The Martian the movie, but haven’t read the book yet. Which are you into? Or does it matter?
I love both! My headcanon is sort of a merge of the two… sme of the streamlining that happened in the film, a few things they removed that I think are critical.
It felt so fucking good, punk! I considered asking you to beta, but I don’t think it’s your ship, and I also think that submissions are “anonymous” for voting, and then owned after “winners” are announced. So sharing it ahead of time is probably not allowed. But I feel like a winner regardless, just for submitting.
It’s not my fandom, but you can always ask, especially if it’s something short.
I accidentally wrote four hundred words last night because I was like, “well, this won’t go anywhere,” but it did. I might add it to the story I’m working on, but even if I don’t, it was a nice feeling to just write a bunch of words in a row. I’m editing a fic now and it’s nothing but stressing over commas and trying to fix sentences that don’t make any sense. I mean, I enjoy editing, but it’s a different feeling than just sitting down and writing.
Yay you! 400 is amazing. And I know you do a great job with my sentences that don’t make sense, so I’m sure you’re doing the lord’s work with this one, too.
If I thought it wouldn’t have potentially disqualified me in the challenge, I would have totally hit you up. I was excited, and wanting to share. But thanks for your assurances…it’s good to know. How do you feel about The Martian? That’s my latest obsession.
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