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A Picture is Worth... Meme.

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.
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Original Meme here.

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( some people are not cut out for field work. q is one of them. theoretically, it seems as if he should be - nobody knows the inner workings of his own weapons better than he does. he knows about angles and force, a knowledge that seems like it should lend itself to aim and accuracy. but there's a difference between knowledge and ability, and q's mind is far too fast for his body, in the end. he isn't the type to react on instinct, to know when to duck and when to shoot. he's very happy at the mi6 offices, underground or not, thank you.

but a mission of national security arises, and long-range communication systems will no longer cut it. they are too easily hacked or otherwise circumvented. it was decided then, that q would accompany bond to set up near the location and guide him from there.

what this had to do with jumping out of a fucking plane, q couldn't fathom. but he couldn't. he absolutely could not - the bay doors were opening, the wind was rushing into his face, and he's frozen. he cannot do this, it isn't physically possible, he's going to die. they're both going to die. he's strapped to james, and the regulation parachute is going to fail. the statistics are there. 0.1% is still a chance, no matter how slim it is. )

We are not doing this --

( he finds himself having to yell over the rushing winds, an unusual instance for q in which he actually has to raise his voice. )

Bond, I am not doing this!

[ Well, dear Quartermaster, you're not dropping into what's exactly considered friendly territory or airspace. And apparently, on top of having an unsuitable place to land, you're on your last warning from the regulators of this airspace and stand to be shot at very soon. It's now or never.

Bond had heard that Q was afraid of flying. That wasn't uncommon. But the man had willingly signed on, knowing what he was in for. It made 007 briefly wonder just how much Mallory had to offer him to do it.

That he gets cold feet at the moment of truth isn't surprising to James either. It's actually understandable. It's one thing to have the balls to put your faith in a hulking, metal object hurling itself a mile above the ground, and quite another to sack up and jump out of it.

Like most things in his job, Bond finds that the best solution for this sort of thing is to not allow himself to think about it at all.

He doesn't think about how this man strapped to him might be edging toward a stroke, doesn't let himself think about what he'd do if that chute doesn't open. He doesn't think about how he's jumping from a height that's impossible to survive on his own, or that he's dragging someone down with him.

Instead, he just turns them so they're facing the inside of the plane again, like he's going to let them walk back in and set Q free after all.

Except he doesn't. He walks backward and wraps an arm around the other man, checking the bonds tying them together while simultaneously dragging him back to the edge. Soon enough, the wind is just going to snatch them both and they'll have no more choice in the matter. ]

Just shut your eyes and think of England.

[ At least he's got the benefit of being able to speak directly into Q's ear. ]

( the thing about q's sarcastic tendencies is that it requires certain preconditions safety, for one. a lack of immediate physical injury or death. james bond might be the type to quip in the face of danger, but q's using his efforts to concentrate on actually breathing properly and not hyperventilating in the face of 18,000 feet separating them from the ground. the rest of his concentration is going towards swearing as prolifically as he possibly can within the span of seconds, his nails digging deep into the skin of his clenched hands. this is mad. this is absolutely, without a doubt the most insane thing he's ever encountered in his life, and q has seen the range of them at mi6.

nothing mallory could ever offer him would be worth this experience. and if q hadn't spent so long cultivating a rank and persona at the agency, it would occur to him to quit on the spot. right now, before the wind takes them off the edge --

too late.

well. at least he doesn't scream.

one minute he's staring down at the dirty floor of the plane, and the next there was suddenly nothing beneath his feet. q kicked even despite himself, something of a reflexive reaction of someone searching for solid ground to stand on. his panicked mind - already so much faster than that of the average person - runs at a thousand miles an hour, taking in everything even though he would rather not.

shut your eyes and think of england.

if he were in a position to reply to that stunningly condescending statement, he would have. as it was, q's only thoughts were concentrated on the parachute, which he was not in control of - and objectively, he can probably appreciate that as a choice for the better. even if he's inwardly screaming at bond to pull the goddamn cord already.

the free-fall seems to go slower than it has the right to. )

[ This is the man who told the one torturing his bollocks that he had an itch down there anyway. These quips are his coping mechanism. He'd rather give up the breath for something condescending than take one in for fear. Not that he, honestly, faults Q for doing so.

The wind takes them and, just like that, it's out of James Bond's hands and ability to control. It's happening now and that's all there is to it, no going back. He relaxes and falls. There's nothing but sky above, endless blue that burns into sapphire. It's day, but here, Bond can make out the stars.

Air whistles by his ears, obstructive but not overpowering. For a moment, it feels like falling, but then it's very much like riding a cushion. For about ten seconds, he takes in the view above, then rolls them into a few lazy barrel rolls before, finally, rolling to face the ground below. One hand reaches to check the ripcords, both the main and back-up, but he doesn't pull either. They've only been in free-fall for about twenty seconds, and this isn't Bond's first dive, to say the least. They've got almost another twenty or so before he'll pull the chute, and that'd be merciful to Q. Bond hasn't decided if he's going to yet. Is there anything petty currently standing between them? ]

( there's always something petty standing between them, at any given point in time. bond is a unique case in the sense that q is able to talk to him in a way that he cannot with the others at mi6. he retains a blanket sense of professionalism, but can't help but slip in a few sarcastic remarks here and there in their verbal sparring matches. this is especially a habit whenever q has access to bond's earpiece in a mission setting, where his ongoing commentary never does seem to stop.

but it would take an exceedingly petty man to hold that against him in a time like this.

which means that q is probably out of luck.

there's something about this that's cliche, almost. facing your fears. god only knows that his reluctance to fly has been common knowledge in mi6 - you can't lie to a bunch of liars, no matter how discreet q had tried to keep it. m is trying to get him to get over this particular hurdle, but it's not going to work like that. he can't simply turn it on and off, can't ignore the ground hurtling rapidly up to them with each passing second, like something out of a nightmare. he's trying to keep his calm, trying to take deep breaths, but it simply isn't working.

and finally, when he can take no more of this, he leans in to speak into bond's ear. )

Pull. the damn. cord.

( q isn't yelling above the wind any more. he's trying not to be shrill. he's trying to be firm about it because he really fucking needs bond to pull those ripcords right this second. )

[ He really does like trying to tell Bond how to do his job and critiquing his techniques, despite not being in the field himself, doesn't he? Possibly just as much as Bond himself enjoys finding good excuses to get his equipment broken or otherwise scuffed. Of course, overall, there is to be a professionalism because they both know the work is serious, but Q is a bit like the new dog in the pack that Bond tends to weave in and out of; naturally, he's got to sniff and test him before he decides whether or not it's worth hiking his leg. The same is true for Mallory and Moneypenny, but then, testing Mallory must be a more subtle art and Moneypenny happens to be an attractive woman (despite the fact she shot him). Out of the three new associates Bond has, it's Q he can be the most blatant about the (more subconscious than not) fact that he has a damned hard time accepting that he both craves and fears ties of permanence. There's also the fact that Bond is more or less solely responsible for Q's protection on this mission, and getting him used to the feel of terror right away is probably the best and kindest thing to do.

Of course, honesty at any level comes with its price. Which is to say, Bond is inclined to be as much of an arse as possible without actually hurting anyone. ]

Tried already!

[ The couple of seconds of letting that sink in is enough for James to enjoy the feel of spreading his arms and pretending as if he were being carried along by this pocket of air rather than falling, coasting over the jungle below. He can see the white blossom of a chute below them - their cargo that had been kicked out of the plane before they went.

He does, indeed, pull the damn cord. The parachute opens on the first one, and then there's the feel of the harness catching at them both. The ground stops coming up so quickly and they level into sitting positions both. It's like the swing set Q never wanted, his waist more or less cradled between Bond's thighs. ]

My mistake - I just needed to put my back into it. Still alive? I'd really hate to be stuck with dead weight.

( people look at q and they make certain assumptions based on his youth in a division full of old men, based on the way he speaks and the way he dresses. he's the new dog in an elite, ruthless pack. there isn't anyone currently working at mi6 who hasn't sized him up in some way or another. the difference is that even despite their disagreements, q actually respects bond in a way. in his own, nebulous way. he wants to prove himself to him. he wants to impress him. and that's exactly how silva got into their system. q's been paying for that incident ever since, trying to rebuild his credibility. he feels the weight of that expectation acutely.

but he understands why they bicker so often. in fact, he almost enjoys it.

what he doesn't enjoy is the three or four seconds of absolute panic that runs through him when bond shouts those two words that q had been secretly dreading all along. he tries to crane his neck to see the emergency chute, but he can't reach either of them, and the ground is rushing up to them so quickly, and -- )

You absolute bloody bastard.

( congratulations, bond, for being the first person to crack that facade of professionalism in his entire tenure at mi6. working relationships be damned, he's still trying to keep his heart from feeling like it's going to burst out of his chest. )

[ In turn, Bond laughs like the bloody bastard he is, a snort that dissolves into a throaty chuckle. ]

Oh, don't be so dramatic. You're alright. Besides, shouldn't you have been prepared for this sort of view after looking at all those satellite photos? Or is it really not the same at all?

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A Picture is Worth... Meme.

oh my GOD. yes, yes you do.

and after this we go camping

this is q's worst holiday ever

but best facebook status/tweet

"nearly died today. bond is a lunatic and a sadist."

d "Thunderballs" Bond likes this.

/unfriended

he'll be back. bond ain't bovvered