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

[shaves]

Whatever.

[ Isn't entirely convinced Thor just doesn't want his drink back, but he slides it over reluctantly since Bruce looks mollified. He should probably use that as a role mod— ]

He does, actually. [ Jesus, it's impossible. ] I do, I mean. Appreciate you pulling your head out of your ass to trip over your terminology on my account.

[ Mm, wedges. ]

c: just as planned!

[debts]

[ They've never really talked about it since then. There hasn't been much need to — S.H.I.E.L.D is an elite agency and it makes sense that Strike Team Delta along with their handler, individually or otherwise, are in high demand. It's three weeks in Yemen, then four in Iran; following that, an intensive three day solo-op for Natasha in the Atacama desert, tracking down a crashed satellite before MI-6 get their hands on it.

As it turns out, genetically enhanced super spies don't get sunburn. When she touches back down in New York, she sends him a quickfire text (dinner, my place?) along with the passcode to disarm her security system. He'll find her dozing in her bed, curled up on her side with a half-finished book, face-down and spread open beside her, spine cracked and a little dusty. Natasha's fallen asleep on-top of the covers in nothing much but a bathrobe and her underthings, hair damp across the spread of her pillow. A red slate of sun beams in through the windows as the day slowly sets — it paints the inside of her wrist, arm tucked under her head, in a relief of blue veins and pale skin and sharp, sharp red.

She stirs, only a little, but not enough to truly wake. ]

[dudebrodinson]

You? But what of the lady Pepper? [ Frown. Because Pepper is nice, okay?

And he is happy to have his beer back, but he means it. He'll not hold you to Aesir standards. And this will make quite a telling on Asgard. How different the mortals are. ]

Tim Drake | DC Comics | OTA

[drake_wayne]

[hulkbusted]

[Tony get a much more open smile for actually saying it. Sure, he left Bruce to flail for a bit, but he's forgiven.]

Pepper and I have an understanding. It's working. [And he likes that Thor thought about her, even if he probably wouldn't like the reasoning as much.]

[drake_wayne]

[shaves]

[ He was kind of huffy and offended, forgive him. ]

Yeah, and I'm pretty sure I never said I wasn't with Pepper. [ He's not sure it's physically or emotionally possible to escape how he feels for her. ] She's my girlfriend and — [ erk, first time saying it and it had to be to Thor ] — Bruce is my boyfriend.

You get to deal with that on your own time.

[drake_wayne]

[dudebrodinson]

[ Considers this. ] Then in Misgard culture, your prowess must be even more well regarded to have both a female and a male lover? [ Tony, he thinks you are just a wonderful little creature, brother in arms. ]

A fine thing, then, well reminds me of Loki even more than before. [ Guilt, sorrow, anger, sheepish ] without the penchant for world domination.

GOOD i was worried haha (and then i edited a million times)

[resurrection]

[ when bond sees her, he himself in a three piece gray suit and a picture perfect representation of the business man role he should be playing, his expression doesn't betray a hint of his concern. in fact the only thing that bubbles to the surface is amusement in the form of a subtle smirk, a sly expression that is far from out of place on his face or in the airport terminal. he kisses back without hesitance, lingering for a second near her left ear to say something low and away from any possible ear piece that might be in her dominant one: ]

Back for the second act?

[ he pulls away casually, letting her lead him in the right direction while he gets his bearings. it's been a while since his last visit to lisbon but the layout sets back into his memory soon enough. he strides with confidence out towards the curb where no doubt their transportation is waiting for them. ]

If only I new earlier you worked in mergers and acquisitions.

[ one can never be too careful in such a public place so he keeps it light for now. once they're in their car or even back at the hotel maybe they can more frankly discuss their amusing little conundrum. not that it's too terrible for him; as much as he prefers not working with partners, he's quite certain he's in capable hands. ]

[hulkbusted]

[Excuse Bruce while he takes a moment to absorb the word "boyfriend." Barring some obfuscatory snark about a return to high school, he can't think of a thing to say.

Then Thor compares Tony to Loki and he breaks out of his surprise to laugh.]

Do I want to know how this reminds you of Loki?

[shaves]

God. [ Gesturing hopelessly to Thor as he addresses Bruce. ] It's like he wants me to take away all the nice things I give him.

[dudebrodinson]

[ A negligent handwaved. ] Of the way he was before the madness. Intelligent, quick with words, often sharp ones. There were accusations leveled of him preferring both sexes. [ And a negligent shrug because his brother may be a bag of dicks, but he is a competent warrior. ]

[hulkbusted]

Are you going to reach down his throat to take the pizza back? [Also, give him some of those wedges, you hoarder. He leans over to pluck a couple out of the box before addressing Thor.]

Before the crazy? And how long ago was that? Because from what I saw, it had some deep roots.

[shaves]

No one's surprised by anything Loki does, he's all over Wikipedia with it. The news. Legends? [ — clarifying for Thor's sake and very pointedly not delving into any similarities the Norse god can think up.

... Bruce, you do not have permission to eat those wedges and words will be had later. ]

[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?

[discretionary]

[ the air is stale and warm in the holding cell, one deep and dark and tucked away on a floor no one even remembered existed but q; weeks, they had played this game though never together, never personally, always little commands through ear pieces, private channels to listen raptly to reactions, to let q tell him how to fuck a woman or how to touch himself, little videos and texts that stated him but were never quite enough. he was satisfied with it though, these abrupt adventures of theirs, just naughty enough to do something basic and animal to him, draw out those awful parts that fed off sex and lust and everything inbetween.

this text, no. it was just numbers, numbers that took just long enough for bond to figure out (probably too long by q's count, but he was never meant to be a quartermaster), leading him down and down and down, to a place that was always too quiet. empty. the room itself is an old interrogation room-- maybe one not so old, really, but just a place where people go that don't come back. a little thrill crawls up his spine inch by inch, slow and daunting, an unfamiliar twist of fear curling in his belly, anticipation putting everything in him on edge.

there's a chair in the middle, bare and metal and on the seat sit a blindfold, a gag and a browning buckmark .22 semiautomatic. how very american. he picks up the gun and weighs it in his hand, intrigued, the long barrel not holding the same nostalgic quality of a revolver, but it would do for-- whatever he would need this for. the first few minutes he spends pacing the room, gun in hand, palming the handle idly, the next few lead to curiously moving about the room, peering in corners, looking for tells and when he feels like maybe he's wasted his time, he impatiently moves to sit, the gag and blindfold twisted in his hands.

boredom, of course, leads to curiosity and his final few moments alone, he gives into temptation, thumbing the leather of the gag before pulling the blindfold on, smirking to himself. wouldn't it be funny if q showed up now-- maybe he should put the gag on, he'd probably like him more when he couldn't talk, ha ha ha. the gag of course is a lot more interesting when he can't see what he's touching along it-- the cool metal studs, the connecting rings and then his hands find the gun again, head tilting down like that might help him see what he's doing, fingers pressing slow along the barrel. at least he got a new toy out of it. ]

[dudebrodinson]

Most if the legends are... Not truths. We spoke falsehoods to the humans to try and outdo each other. [ Translation: I never wore a dress. ]

Only one of your Midgard years or less. [ He's not great with mortal time. ]

[hulkbusted]

[Boyfriend wedges, deal with it. Tony shouldn't be surprised; Bruce has been snagging food from him since the Shawarma Palace.]

A year. I'm sorry to break this to you, but that kind of thing? That doesn't appear overnight.

edits ain't no thannnng

[debts]

[ He pulls away and she laughs, a casual, almost flirtatious thing, like what they've just shared is a joke that isn't quite work appropriate. There is, in fact, a car waiting for them — driven by a junior S.H.I.E.L.D agent, tasked to this kind of thing through necessity. It's a black sedan, non-descript, no tint in their windows — they're spies, but they're not cliche. ]

There's been a restructuring in management, [ she tells him, the line of her posture straight and professional as her heels clack across first the linoleum of the airport, then the concrete of the curb. ] I changed departments about five years ago.

[ Departments, in this case, meaning the obvious: I don't work for who I used to. A restructuring of management, as in: I defected.

She opens the door to the car for him, tipping her chin. ]

Shall we?

[shaves]

[ He's not surprised and he'd gladly give up anything Bruce wanted, but not those damned wedges. Those delicious little potato snacks are going to DRIVE THIS FAMILY APAAART. ]

Bag full of cats.

[ Tony said nothing, mhmm. ]

[dudebrodinson]

Truly, a year. [ Obviously he knows his own brother. ]

Tsk, it was meant as a compliment, Stark.

Abed Nadir | Community | OTA

[abedisbatmannow]

[hulkbusted]

[Now he knows where he stands in the order of things - just below snack foods. Mmhm.]

Moving on from our discussion of just how long your brother's been chewing-the-carpet crazy, how is he doing back home? Tell me someone took my recommendation on just locking that muzzle on permanently.

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein // Parks & Recreation

[runoverbyalexus]