current mood really do be saying fuck the canon multi and making blake's old blog the main bc i have muse for him rn

sometimes a dumb bitch moves blogs and then immediately puts it on a hiatus, it be like that. this is that post; i’ll be on my sideblogs tho

killedminds and kiteinahurricane

                   If you are justice, please do not lie. What is the price for your blind eye?

independent, highly selective bruce wayne of the 2021 batman movie with heavy influences from 1980s-present day comics. written by sunny. 

alright we’re gonna give this q headcanon a go

q is a man who came into his position not because his predecessor retired, but because he was - we assume - killed in the mi6 blast. this young man who, presumably, was angling for a job as quartermaster, or something like it, found himself as one of the most important members of mi6 overnight.

a breach in cybersecurity was what got q his job, essentially, so it was only natural that M/Tanner/whoever decided to hire him brought in a cybersecurity whiz kid. the problem is that silva’s still out there. and q isn’t the field agent type. and there’s only so much he can do in his fancy new office with his fancy new interns. silva escapes. first mission in and he’s already been outsmarted. excluding everything that results from silva being Like That, that alone is enough to shake q up.

it’s M dying that gets him, though. there’s a little guilt complex there that he doesn’t really need to have. he probably feels worse about M’s death than even james does. he’s not used to the death, after all. the woman who’d taken a chance on him, given him the job, gone in one fell swoop. all because q was outsmarted.

it’s good, in a way, though, because it sticks in q’s head. all his mistakes - aka why he’s back using some more basic run-of-the-mill computers in spectre - won’t be made again. he’s gotten the first death out of the way. on the other hand, he hangs onto it just a little bit too eagerly. perfectionism goes a step too far, and he stays just that little bit longer in the office to make sure there’s absolutely no holes that can be exploited. he pushes himself to be even better because when he’s not at the top of his game, like everyone else in mi6, things go wrong. and for all the staff of mi6 look out for him, it’s his job to look out for them; he takes deaths personally

in short: it was one of the few times in recent memory that he felt vulnerable, that he felt his age, that he lived up to what everyone else’s first impressions were. it’s absolutely not a feeling he enjoyed, yet he always lingers on it whenever anything might go wrong

anyone that q actually respects: says that they’re proud of him, that he’s smart, generally compliments him q: oh no my cocky young spymaster facade is slipping-

theresastargirl​:

“Oh no, we can’t have you stuck with any chatty old ladies. Just this one.” She teases with a smile. She does a quick glance around his room to make sure he hasn’t forgetter anything before he heads out on his mission. She wished for nothing more than to go with, if not for the fact that then she’d be on a proper mission for once and not just a hectic coffee run, but also to genuinely look after him. She cared far too much for her ‘stalker’ now to let anything happen to him.

“Oh, you’re brilliant, you. That’ll be great. Should make things a bit easier while you’re away then. I’ll still send you a long detailed text at the end of my day to fill you in on all the daily complaints I have about my boss and his boss and the latest antics from any double-ohs. And the cats, of course.” Though how she’d manage housesitting with the little fur balls would be another story. “Promise I won’t burn this place down in the meantime. I’ll be getting takeout so that won’t even be a problem. Won’t have to worry at all about us while you’re out there saving the world.”

The cats. Christ, he’d almost forgotten about them. His mind was evidently too fixated on his task at hand to worry about his feline companions, though he was fairly certain that they warranted far less worry than his colleagues did. A few torn up wires could be replaced, after all. “I’ll look forward to reading them... Once I’ve got my own phone back, mind you. Secure channels only, burner phones once I’ve landed. For all that M has faith in my cybersecurity prowess, I’d rather not have it put to the test against a room full of the world’s most notorious hackers.” A joke, yes, but also a slight insight into his anxiety about this whole thing.

“Consider me properly reassured, then. And fully packed, too, if I’m not mistaken.” The lack of suits and cardigans might have suggested the opposite, but he was a fairly scraggly man in his own right; far wiser to play that up if he was going to avoid suspicion. The young Quartermaster huffs a sigh and plucks his glasses from his eyes, rubbing at one with his knuckle. “I don’t suppose you’d like to join me on the car ride to Heathrow? I believe Eve’s driving, and I’m not sure if I can handle her well-intentioned small-talk by myself.”

The quiet little moments

@the-immortals-assistant (about 8 years later) from here

Given that he hadn’t been able to torment Joe properly in years, there’s an anticipatory shiver that rolls down his spine when Fish smiles. He does, naturally, miss the obvious playfulness of it all.

Nod gives way to a quirked brow, smile falling into something a bit more contemplative. “Depends on what kinda mischief you’re plannin’ on gettin’ up to, doesn’t it?” He’s always had a bit of a ‘follower’ streak, though, behind all the youthful gusto, so it doesn’t take much consideration for Tom to make up his mind.

“Yeah, alright. Could do with somethin’ a bit more interesting than sittin’ around doing nothin’... I’m in.”

as i sit here waiting for tony hawk’s pro skater to download allow me a crack headcanon about modern!tom who tried skateboarding once, failed, but proceeded to act like he could actually skateboard. when asked to show off his skills, he put the board down, sat on it, and then rode down a hill where he fell off like a quarter of the way down and said, “see, i got road rash. real sk8r boi”

theresastargirl​:

“Then we’re back in 20 years time when a different set of humans mess things up. Not these. I’m sure you’ve scared them to death of ever thinking of doing wrong again.” And she knew if she ever received that look and tone directed at her, she’d straighten up her behavior immediately. “But we’ve got a time machine. We’ve got the luxury of picking when to come back to fix the next mess cause it’s inevitable, isn’t it? That’s part of being human.”

Ophelia bit the inside of her cheek, glancing back at the few survivors before her hands were fidgeting with the hem of her jumper slightly. “It’s what I learned while being stuck here. While I was meant to blend in and I was scared and alone and Rassilon bloody knows how many times I messed up and how many times I probably will too in the future. We can’t get it all right. That’s just impossible.” She looked back up at him, shaking her head slightly.

“Even for Time Lords. Even for you.”

It was the part of being human that he begrudgingly appreciated. The fallibility that Time Lords never allowed themselves to accept, even when they were more fallible than most. But it’s the sort of thing that annoys him, too. The squandering of potential. The wasted learning opportunity. Phee knows him well, picks apart his inevitable arguments with ease, has him holding his tongue and casting a slightly-too-menacing look over his shoulder at the group of humans.

“Somebody needs t’get it right. That’s the point. That’s why we swoop in an’ teach ‘em how t’be better versions of themselves, innit?” His ego was showing, but he didn’t seem to care. The universe’s great teacher, the Doctor was, at least that was how he was framing himself. “If they’re doin’ the same thing in 20 years, 30 years, 30,000 years, then they’re making the same mistake for nothin’.” He knew the feeling, given his own age.

When he looks at Ophelia once more, his gaze softens minutely, his jaw unclenches just enough to take the edge off. He simply sighs. “Nowt left for us t’do here now... I’m goin’ back t’the TARDIS.”

Man I hate people who are like, super verbal about hating cats. NOBODY cares that you don’t like cats. Also I think you’re a bitch ass

@theresastargirl​ from here

Hiding emotion from Tom was, unfortunately for Phee, harder than she might’ve hoped. It was one of the many things he had going for him: emotional sensitivity, empathy, a certain amount of stubborn self-sacrifice for the sake of people he cared about. If he was prone to dramatics, he likely would’ve said something terribly dramatic about how the pain in their hearts drew them to each other. He wasn’t actually that eloquent, though, so he settled for bringing their interlocked hands to his lips and placing a kiss haphazardly upon them.

He clears his throat, stops just short of a sigh as he gauges the best way to proceed. Glossing over it probably won’t help either of them, but it’s still probably the best way forward. “We better. I’d be fucked if I didn’t have you here. Gross sobbin’ into a pint’a Ben & Jerry’s, or somethin’ like that.”

Slowly he allows a smile to creep onto his lips, allows the happiness and warmth back in. “So much for uni bein’ a lovely getaway from normal life, hm? I think it’s gonna be one’a those baking nights-”

theresastargirl​:

“God, no, but I don’t want to keep patching you up either! The only perk of this is that I know that…” Her voice trails off, looking up at him. “I know that you’re not dead.” Ophelia stood up, gently working on taking off the suit from his upper half. “You’ve gotta make like… some safety straps, yeah? How are paramedics meant to help you out of this latex mess when I’m not around? They’ll ruin this cutting you out.” She has to joke about something right now before she lets her nerves take over. The sight of his bloody and bruised body beneath his suit only increased her anxiety every time he went out.

“Fisk is done for then? Should I turn on the news and see you making headlines? Know this is all over then?” She had to hope that it was done so she could take a breather too. “You said you could summon a swarm of spiders at one point. Can’t you still do that? Infect a batch of superheroes and have them be your squad? Then you could take a night off.” She gently wiped away the blood, trying to get a better look at his wounds. “I can’t bear to turn on the news and see that you won’t come home one night, Peter…”

“The point is that paramedics won’t ever cut this up. I can’t- They can’t know my face. They can’t know who I am” even the most well-intentioned help from those whose job it was to do so was too close to comfort for Pete. He wasn’t taking any chances with those close to him.

Well, so long as one ignored how readily he tended to expose his identity to complete strangers-

The thought dies somewhere in his head as it’s replaced by sharp pain, the sting of a fresh wound being cleaned. He should be used to this by now, he thinks, but the criminals of this city sure had a way of throwing brand new types of pain his way every time they crossed paths. The next wince that pinches his features isn’t a result of the pain. “I’ll always come home. I’m me. Without me there’s gonna be a whole borough without a hero watching over it” he shifts awkwardly, “I’ll always come back. Can’t leave May behind. Can’t leave you behind. Can’t leave Gwen behind. Too many people counting on me, y’know?” It’s not appeasement. There’s complete conviction in Peter’s promise, determination and stubbornness not unlike the sort that got him into this situation in the first place.

“And, I mean... S-someone’s gotta be swingin’ around in a few months when Fisk inevitably breaks out, right?”

omniishambles​:

   “Yes, but the less you do, the quicker you’ll heal.” Tobias replied, peering at the other man over his glasses as he held the door open for him. It was no good telling him that, though. Much too stubborn. Or perhaps it was just a matter of pride?

 Either way, Tobias wouldn’t have it.

   “I haven’t the slightest doubt that you can look after yourself, but there’s no harm in a little help now and again. Whether you like it or not.”

For all that Tobias made a completely valid point, the rolling of Gareth’s eyes was an instinctual response. Do less. Those words had faded from his vocabulary over the years. Regardless, he graciously stepped through the opened door, managed to hold his tongue until they’d both passed through. 

Tobias’ genuineness wasn’t enough to stop Gareth’s sarcastic barb. If nothing else, it only encouraged him; at worst, it would earn him a glare

“I’m sure I look the type to enjoy being helped, don’t I? The withering glare plastered on my face every moment of every day surely gives that impression.” A few moments of silent walking and the annoyance had passed, fizzled off into the air. “Thank you, though. It’s a bit of a rarity, people offering to help me. I suppose I’m not used to it.”

wet!zach appreciation post  ♥‿♥

this is me just popping over here to move tom blake from 1917 here instead of having him on his own blog. love u all. hope ur doing okay <3