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]

Meant, intended, failed to hit the mark of ...

[ Shrugging, he shares his pepperoni slices with Thor. No hard feelings, you blond jerk. ]

[debts]

[ Her eyes blink. Once, then twice. There is nothing in her expression, as it should be, save the seamlessly constructed expression of someone who knows the weight of a lie. It won't be easy, like the time before: this isn't a questioning, this is a bargain, and she knows this as easily as she knew the in-between of his words. Loki might be slighter, his physicality smaller, but Natasha remembers the power of a god and what it means to be selfish. What it means to look at your hands and think this is not the end, because these claws can still tear with a hunger that pains the inside of your maw.

(She wonders what Clint is doing. If there is anything in relation to his disappearnce and the small rise in kidnapped girls, aging from seven to ten. All redheads.) ]

Give him back. [ It's phrased as a demand and disguised under neutrality: there, a tiny kernel of something other, carries the shuttered words. To me; give him back to me.

Natasha wouldn't be herself if she had given Loki alternatives. No bargain, no plea. There's no pretense this time (fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, as that saying goes), no take me instead — just a chair that creaks when she leans forward, arms braced on her knees. She looks at him through the brief smudge of glass.

(Give him back to me, she doesn't say. Before he becomes you.) ]

[dudebrodinson]

Chewing the carpet? [ What?

F R O W N] My brother is still of Asgard, engaging a muzzle permanently would cause far too much suffering. The All Father has his punishment well in hand.

[hulkbusted]

[Don't hurt your head, Thor; thinking's hard.]

And you're getting back and forth pretty easily now. The tesseract has that under control for your Aesir?

[resurrection]

Is it the same reason you can't stand going to the pub with them?

[ james flaws down the bartender once again, flashing her a pleasant smile. ]

Water, please, and a vodka for yourself.

[ he slides the water over to Q when she brings it over and hands her more than enough cash to cover the drinks. ]

That lot? Probably before they finish the round.

[ if the photo Q sent was any indication, this particular group does not take their drinking so seriously. ]

[shaves]

[ It's not fair that Bruce gets more attractive the meaner he is, even in dismissive sentiment. Holding his tongue over here. ]

[dudebrodinson]

[ If you both start going at it, he's going to watch. Fair warning. ] Not so much under control, but permissive to my travel. Though I admit to spending more time here than necessary.

[fuckyeahloki]

[ He's got that hungry look about him, feral, predatory. Not as lean physically as he was before, but the impression of it yet lingers. Loki moves through Tony's open concept like he owns it, not paying any mind as yet to the mortal, only looking, assessing, then smiling faintly at the window he threw Tony out of (only months? A year?) before, a dry chuckle at the back of his throat. ] Memories.

[ He turns, sharp green eyes fixing on Tony, head tilted. Thor is an alien Space Viking, yes, but Loki gives off the impression of Otherness where his brother is an over grown frat boy. ] If you thought Asgard would hold me long, then you're not half so clever as you think. [ But he is alert, and likewise waiting for that drink, Stark. ]

[teenagebadboy]

Aaron gave TJ a small smile and placed the t-shirt nearby. He then leaned back in the chair and contemplated what to say next. "So... when will you get out of here?" he asked after a moment.

[couldntdecide]

[Super soldier spies may not, but regular old humans do, and Phil was a little peeved to find the bridge of his nose is still tender and red, his cheeks and forehead flushed with an unhappy red as his skin tries to repair itself from the damage he inflicted on it for two months.

He gets her text while he's still in his office, wading through reams of paperwork, and he ends up staring at it for a little while, the string of numbers mocking him in their starkness.

Suddenly, his work looks less than appealing.

He packs up quickly, locking his paperwork away in his desk, shrugging into his coat and grabbing his keys to head out. He taps out a quick affirmative in response and sends it her way as he ignores the incredulous stares of some of the junior agents (yes, he's leaving before nine pm on a weekday, what of it) as he heads down to the garage to get his car. Getting into her apartment is surprisingly easy, and Phil doesn't even need to check the numbers she sent him before he taps them in. It's quiet, the lights off, and Phil allows himself a moment to hang up his coat and step out of his shoes by her front door before he goes looking for her.

When he finds her, his chest tightens sharply, and it's suddenly almost hard to breathe. He'd pushed aside his impulse to touch for two whole months, not wanting to compromise her reputation in the field, and now the prospect of being able to hold her, to kiss her, seems almost overwhelming.

He shifts away her book and settles himself on the bed beside her, lifting her wrist and gently kissing the filigree pattern of veins hiding under her skin, his eyes tracing her sleeping face.]

[debts]

[ It's blink-and-you'll-miss-it, the way her hand twitches, the slightest tense of her fingers as if threatening to curl. But they don't because he's given her plenty of warning — the shift of her book, the dip of the mattress — and when Natasha sleepily blinks awake it's with a relaxed expression, alertness coming to her slower than it usually would because she'd know those hands anywhere. ]

Hello. [ She settles a little further into her pillow, cheek a little damp from the wet of her hair. Her hand curls to fit the curve of his jaw, careful to avoid the tell-tale red spots of his skin; Natasha's smile grows a little crooked, a quiet hum following. ]

Too much sun, [ she murmurs. It's obvious she's glad to see him. ]

[deskjob]

( Eve loves her job — she loves the excitement and the travel, loves the quiet moments in between and the adrenaline, and that she does what is necessary, what is good.

Right now, it's more of a quiet moment, campfire and looking entirely non-threatening because a beautiful woman travelling on her own in a tiny camper van doesn't raise suspicion, even if the van is stuffed full of surveillance equipment and more than a few weapons. She's here to observe and only intervene if it becomes necessary.

There hasn't been any suspicious activity, though, so when someone walks towards her camp, Eve doesn't (visibly) tense up. )

Hello?

for when you wake up c:

[deskjob]

( Eve isn't quite certain whether Tony Stark is present at the meeting because SHIELD wants to show off how brilliant their people are (if so, MI6 has Q who is considerably better behaved, thank you), as a warning or as a test of how well the British deal with Yanks, well.

Either way, Eve has plenty of experience in wrangling men with egos. That he offers for her to stay is not surprising, exactly, because she knows how she looks and that men like Tony Stark — men like James Bond, too — like to surround themselves with beautiful women like they're collector's pieces.

When he wanders off, she readjusts her opinion of him somewhat, and it isn't until it's dark outside and she has indeed made a few rounds in the pool that she goes to search for her host. )

Mr Stark?

i am so glad your words are entirely void of sarcasm.

[deskjob]

( Any 00 agent is quite a big deal, though Eve would not mention it to any of them, bloody big egos. She makes it her business to know about them, even more so these days than when she'd still been a field agent.

And then there's the small matter of having shot and shaven this particular 00 agent. )

Perhaps you'd like to go talk to either of them, then?

( Her own expression hardly changes, an eyebrow raised quite succinctly, except — except she is laughing internally. Sparring with Bond like this is always a pleasure. )

[deskjob]

( MI6 agents do not have the highest life expectancy. It's worse, of course, for the 00 agents, but recent events have really hit home how close any of them are to death at a given time.

Recent events, like shooting 007 and MI6 being blown up quite spectacularly. Some of them cling to the illusion that they're untouchable, some of them try to deal with the knowledge of their own mortality in various ways.

Eve works. She loves her job, always has, despite its shortcomings and the troubles it brings. Work means she's present when Silva rudely interrupts the hearing, and work means that she follows him when he leaves, gun drawn and leaving M in Tanner's capable hands. )

Re: spock ( star trek xi )

[hes_deadjim]

[this note is attached to the doors to Spock's quarters]

Got the cure for that bad case of Vulcan you got. - Dr. McCoy

[and inside]

Miles Matheson | Revolution

[marring]

Handsome Jack | Borderlands 2

[buttstallion]

Hoxton | Payday: The Heist

[hoxton]

[unstirred]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He slowly breaks into a small grin, eyes turned up to the ceiling.] There aren't many people like me.

[Then he turns to try and look at her, but with her face tucked in like that, he can't quite manage it.] What're you up to?

[unstirred]

[hulkbusted]

[They will not be going at it,thanks. At least not until Thor is ensconced in a guest room snoring his Asgardian ass off.]

That's another thing I'm glad to see off this planet. I know Selvig regrets its loss, but we aren't ready for that kind of power yet.

[Where's his pizza, he got sidetracked.]

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

[ppk]

( 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. )

loki ༰ mcu

[gameplaying]