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

[deskjob]

( everyone working at mi6 knows the importance of coffee; the importance and the perils of it because you need steady hands to hold a gun and somewhat steady ones to type as quickly as possible, yet caffeine's practically a requirement, given the hours that they work, an the times.

eve is no stranger to coffee, though she considers it a somewhat acquired taste — she used to hate it, as a child, scrunch up her nose when her mother made a pot because she'd disliked the smell even then. these days, she drinks it regularly and doesn't mind either the smell or the taste of it, out of necessity.

so most days start with coffee, and coffee is a constant throughout. most days do not end like this: a bottle of wine open beside her and london stretching out below while eve sits on the roof top and remembers that sometimes, she deserves to take a minute or to just to breathe. in this case, m himself had given her the bottle and sent her away.

instead of going home, she'd found a glass and a blanket and taken her well-deserved break up on the roof that she'd found bond on, once. )

[unstirred]

[ He's a field agent, but that doesn't mean 007 is always out in the field. Actually, the reality of his job means that he spends more time in the office than not, expertly dodging his paperwork while he waits for the next mission. Even though Mallory supposedly intents to keep making use of him, it's been weeks since he's been out fighting the good fight for Queen and country. It may be starting to get to him.

Bond keeps elastic office hours until six, and skulks around the canteen for most of them, entertaining the agents that approach him (truthfully, he's not much of one for company, but he's happy to use an excuse to avoid filing reports) and going through pots of coffee. He adores coffee, abhors tea.

He also has a habit of smoking from time to time (becoming more like a chimney as the time without missions roll into months), which is why he found access to the roof and why he's up there now. ]

I see you've discovered the true use of the roof.

[ He speaks from leaning against the wall where the access door is. It hadn't opened and shut, so where the hell did he come from? He's been up here, truth be told, hiding away, although he'd never admit as much. Bond's had enough of people today and, were she anyone else, he might not have said anything at all. ]

I wasn't really expecting to share.

[ He flicks ash into the wind with a twitch of a gloved finger. The corner of his lip twitches in the dying light of the sun. ]

[deskjob]

( Eve doesn't mind the interruption, raising her glass in a silent salute for a moment, one corner of her mouth quirking up into a smile. She doesn't mind sharing -- though she'd expected a quiet evening, a moment to breathe and to let go. Chatting with Bond doesn't necessarily negate that, because she's found that their banter (most of the times easy, flirtatious without being serious) keeps her mind off things.

Between that and the wine, she should forget about the stress and the long hours and the fact that M of all people figured she needed a break because she's been working too much. )

Are you complaining, Mr Bond?

[unstirred]

[ There's a slight nod to the salute. Cheers, dear. He's sure you've been working ten times as hard as he has today. ]

Mmm...

[ A musing note behind another draw off the cigarette, a bright cherry gloe among his dark cost and the dying light. ]

Your cooperation stung bad enough. I'd rather hate to see you offended.

[deskjob]

( She most likely has been, and if not for M sending her away, she'd still be at it. She loves what she does, and there is a never-ending supply of it. )

Then you had better take care that you don't offend me. ( Said with a slow smile, though it's hidden as she lifts her glass for another sip. )

[unstirred]

[ Well, he can certainly understand that. He loves his job, too, even if he did go through a phase of wanting nothing to do with it. It's a shame no one can find him any work yet. ]

I'd never dream of it, Miss Moneypenny.

[ A slow exhale of smoke. ]

But sometimes men, especially me, lack the grace of expressing themselves quite so eloquently with words. Perhaps that's why we crave the company of a good woman.

Sometimes I think I'd try stealing you away for myself, Moneypenny, if I didn't think another man needed you so desperately.

Did M give you that wine?

[deskjob]

[ She can understand the wanting nothing to do with it as well; though she's never gone through such a face herself - at least not as of yet - she knows the demands the work of a field agent makes, and that of a double-oh is even more intricate and demanding. Still, she can't help but be pleased that he's back, both for MI6 and because she finds that she enjoys his presence. ]

Smart man.

[ And his words definitely earn him a smile, even as she takes another sip and raises an eyebrow at him. ] Is that so, Mr Bond? And what makes you think that I would let you?

He did.