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

[resurrection]

[ no amount of planning in the world could account for the variables that get thrown your way in the field. no matter; it's half the fun of field work anyway when it doesn't put too much of a damper on the outcome. the gala their mark is hosting has left them in this tussle in formal attire, something james is all too familiar with. as he's taking out the second man (with his own knife no less) he steals a look over the even to see how she's holding up in her dior evening gown, though the gun shot from her beretta confirms it before he can get a good look. perhaps she's not the most experienced partner to have but she's a good shot and just about as capable as they come. ]

I thought I'd have to intervene.

[ his remark is teasing though laced with compliment as he lets the last of the henchmen drop to the ground. not a drop of blood on him, no hits to the face, and not even a scuff on his shoes. he fixes his tie, readjusts and buttons his tuxedo jacket and signals for eve to follow him through the door and up the service stairs.

it's a long climb to the top but the electrical maintenance room is the perfect vantage point of the stage. all they have to do is pick off the speaker as he walks to the front and let the mayhem do the rest. assuming they can get out on the pre-planned route they set it's just a matter of waiting for updates on the extraction point from tanner. simple enough. ]

Your shot, Eve. Make it count.

[ he picks up the sniper rifle case he stowed in the room and hands it to her, moving out of the way to give her access to the window. ]

[mymartini]

[There's a run in her stocking. It hadn't been there before the fighting had broken out, but she felt the fabric tear underneath her dress when she kneed a man in the groin. Maybe it's a sign that she's not quite as good at this as the perfectly maintained James Bond, but it's invisible to anyone but her under the fabric of her gown. She only feels it against her fingertips when she slips her gun back into the holster on her thigh, her eyes on 007 with a rebuttal in her lips--]

Maybe if you wanted to get in the way again.

[But there's no time for small-talk, especially not with the fact that she just fired a gun. The sound would echo, their estimated time-frame would be cut in half, and she follows after him quickly on high heels. The instant they're in the room she takes the rifle from him, opening the case and beginning to set it up. It's a step-by-step process that is almost instinct at this point, after years of sniper training for the military and a familiarity for the weight that would press against her shoulder. They have to speed up though, the time is ticking.]

I don't take a shot unless it's going to count, it's good practice.