A Picture is Worth... Meme.

[yohko]

A Picture is Worth.... Meme
This ain't your mama's meme. Forget your RNG, forget your tired old prompts.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's easy. Comment with your character. Then go comment around.
But instead of pre-filled prompts with words or numbers, you find a gif or image (any gif/image from any canon or scenario you please) that sets the scene.
The picture is the prompt.

WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY. AND POSSIBLY NSFW AND THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS.
Some images will not be able to be hidden behind cuts, so please be aware that triggery material may be found within.

If you post an image that is violent or sexual in nature please LINK it, do not embed it into the comment.
<a href="http://IMAGEURL" _fcksavedurl="http://IMAGEURL">TRIGGER WARNING GOES HERE</a>
Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.
<img src="IMAGE URL" _fcksavedurl="IMAGE URL"width="400"><br />

Good resources for images/gifs are weheartit or tumblr. For not so safe for work gifs/images go here and here.

Original Meme here.

Comments

lol this is going to be ridic

[resurrection]

Happy hour?

I don't run rescue missions.

[ he's amused at the thought of any of the desk workers going out on the town, let alone them convincing anyone for the Q branch to go with them. perhaps it was eve's doing (she can be persuasive) or maybe Q's age makes him less threatening to the others. bond knows exactly where they meet, there being only a few bars within walking distance of HQ, and once his debriefing is complete he takes the time to head that direction. ]

clearly my body is ready

[provisions]

Extreme circumstances. Under duress.

[ Q is miserable. usually he timed his exits perfectly, but tonight he'd been distracted looking over an algorithm written by one of his old professors. the lingering group of programmers had used a combination of peer pressure and guilt to persuade him, and an hour later Q found himself attempting to take arms against a sea of drunken agents and by opposing end their bloody drunken raving.

the text to bond is a last effort to distract his fellows long enough to escape. he wouldn't count bond as a friend so much as an ally, but he knows the man would never turn down a drink and an opportunity to see Q humiliated. he's counting on that smug nature as he watches the front door, nodding to james as his initial scan of the bar brings his gaze to their group. ]

[resurrection]

[ bond doesn't respond, deciding to let Q squirm some instead as he approaches the bar and gets a decent enough vantage point to scan the place. he takes off his suit coat off and slings it over his forearm, tie already discarded back at the office and top button undone on his shirt. if you're going to come to a pub you might as well look the part.

he waits a moment or two before heading over, greeting the clearly drunk and jovial group of MI6 paper pushers and computer extraordinaires with appropriate greets and a few handshakes. he's well known enough though not so much on an interpersonal level, and he has a report with a few of the female members. in the office it's all business as usual but here he puts on quite the show. ]

You'll have to excuse us.

[ everyone knows what that means; a high ranking member of the organization being pulled away by another means info being exchanged or a drop being done. little do they know when james leads Q to the bar it's just to get him away from his own pain and social suffering. ]

Scotch on the rocks. [ bond gestures about two fingers worth to the bartender, leaning against the polished wooden counter. ] You know I was told by your subordinate that cell was strictly for business purposes.

[provisions]

[ Q willingly follows, happy enough that bond showed up at all. he's less pleased when bond leads him directly to the place he's been trying to avoid. at least drinks aren't being pushed on him. ]

There's a reason they're subordinates.

[ a smirk in bond's direction as his drink is delivered. Q tries to get the bartender's attention and is summarily ignored. ]

How long do you think before they're too drunk to notice I've left?

[resurrection]

Is it the same reason you can't stand going to the pub with them?

[ james flaws down the bartender once again, flashing her a pleasant smile. ]

Water, please, and a vodka for yourself.

[ he slides the water over to Q when she brings it over and hands her more than enough cash to cover the drinks. ]

That lot? Probably before they finish the round.

[ if the photo Q sent was any indication, this particular group does not take their drinking so seriously. ]