Hey there, it has been a while!

Life has been a bit odd lately, not necessarily in a bad way, but certainly in a stressful way. Thus I kinda fell off the face of the earth, at least fandom-wise.

But this is not a note saying, “I am back.” It’s just saying,“I am still alive, and I will be back. Please do not forget about me!”

In the meantime, you can find me over at @justrebloggingfellas , where I (as you might have guessed) mostly reblog.

And since a few weeks now, you can also find me at @everyday-aesthetic101, where I upload pictures of things I see every day to romanticize life a little. Though I am travelling rn, so there will be a good bit of that too.

I am currently in Reykjavik, at the (advertised as such) best hot dog stand in the world, freezing my ass off. And what do I see at I turn around?

Pizza John really has made it all over the world, huh?

As a celebration of the last few hours of fest, I made a James Bond (Craig-era) drinking game!!

I already posted my head canons about all our favourite Bond characters last year. This year I decided to write a little drabble based on the hcs of Mallory and R!

The door to Mallory’s office closed softly and as he looked up, he saw R standing in the doorway, arms crossed and a determined expression on their face.

Usually this was one of M’s favourite people to visit his office. Though admittedly any person visiting him this late into the evening either was a pleasant surprise or brought news of catastrophe.

But today, M would rather have the PM barge through his door than have R stand there, showing all the tell-tale signs of a forth-coming talk.

The two of them had gotten into a bit of a tiff yesterday and the young boffin had left his house in a huff.

For a few moments, both of them were quiet, simply looking at each other, until R broke the eye-contact by checking her watch.

“We had reservations at 8.”

Mallory looked down as well, avoiding the gaze that was once again on him. He pretended to fiddle with a few papers for a moment. Then tried to swallow the growing lump in his throat silently. Though he was not successful and for a moment it seemed like the sound filled out the entire room.

“I-” He took another deep breath. “I wasn’t sure if you still wanted me there.”

R sighed and within a single moment all of their resolve to be mad at this ridiculous man went right out the window.

“Oh, Gareth.” She walked around the table and leaned against the edge right next to where his hands were clutching a sheet of paper.

“Just because we fought, doesn’t mean-“ They gathered his hands in theirs and made sure to look him right in the eye for this part. “Doesn’t mean, I don’t love you anymore. Alright?”

Mallory held their gave for one, two, three, four, all of five seconds, as if trying to determined how honest they were being, before all the tension seemed to leave his body. Clearly happy with what he saw, he nodded.

“I love you too,” he added quietly.

It was hardly the first time he had said it, but it still send a shive down R’s spine.

In the early days, admitting even the tiniest silver of a feeling had already send Gareth down a dark spiral. To him feelings were weaknesses, that could be exploited and used against him. Not just by his enemies but by the ones he loved as well.

R swore if she ever got her hands on Mallory’s wife, the woman was as good as dead.

Create a table-top-game character sheet for a Bond character.

As a DM myself, I went for the classic: Dungeons and Dragons and created a character sheet for one of my personal favourites: Craig-era Bill Tanner!

I chose to make him a cleric, his “deity” being Queen and Country. A healer as a supporter, who does the most important background work and never gets enough credit just seemed right for Tanner. Furthermore, I have never met a cleric that was not a mom-friend and to me Tanner just screamer mom-friend who so desperately needs a break.

The focus of his skills mostly lies around being very perceptive. Tanner sees and hears absolutely everything.

I also have a bit of a personal head canon that he is shite at lying, which is the reason he never made it into the field. That went into his skills and personality as well.

And the fact that he has a gun (probably hidden away in an ankle holster) is just common sense. I mean, look at whom he surrounds himself with.