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

[hasard]

[the backstory is almost as easy to recall as it was to fabricate in the first place. mi6 concocted it of course, but it was q's responsibility to forge the necessary documentation or tend to the online records. the one thing he apparently couldn't do was insist on a less embarrassing cover name--in fact he's certain bond put a word in as payback for some of his more snide commentary during his last mission in dubai. it's so ridiculous that he supposes no one would think he's chosen it on his own, which is important of course but still doesn't make it any easier to spit it out or stomach the smirks bond continuously gave him during their mock-up interviews.

but that's how "quincy moorehead" comes to exist, mixing bits of truth from q's own existence at mi6 with the right amount of lies to seem wholly sincere.

he folds his hands into his lap, huffing out a little breath before looking down with another polite, somewhat sheepish smile.]

I'm dreadful at talking about myself for starters. I prefer to let my work speak for itself--I suppose you could say that's what I excel at, behind a proverbial curtain or not. The University of Cambridge was one of the more recent places I might call a "home" to showcase my talents, but that was only in preparation for what I hope will become a lasting career.

[he pauses, looking up at adrian this time with convincing determination.]

Truth be told, the opportunity to contribute to your company has always been something I wanted to pursue, Mr. Veidt. It's a privilege to simply be sitting across from you now.

[comicbookvillain]

[They're all good answers, if not a little standard for anyone who was serious about getting a job for him. Know your employer, and when it happens to be someone like Adrian, well, it's all the more important. But the fact they were talking face to face at all was certainly more than "a little standard." He'd come with very high recommendations, and there was more interest than simply that of good businessman. But that all went back to appearances, didn't it?]

From what I've heard of you, the privilege is mine. But what do you see as a lasting career for yourself? Where will we find Quincy Moorehead in ten years?

[It's a peculiar name, but the English seemed rather fond of those, so who was he to judge.]