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

[dudebrodinson]

[Dude, he was too busy scorfing his down to notice. Also post battle tunnel vision.]

At least three types of meat. Often a boar apiece, if there it is a victory feast. Though daintier cuts for the women. [He isn't counting Sif in that number. She'd probably scold him either way.

And then his thinking face is on again.] If all is well for a man to lay with a man on Midgard, what of related men? Brothers, for example. Not related by blood, of course. [Because obviously blood relations would be the only concern here.]

[couldntdecide]

You often are. [A quiet acknowledgment of her skill and her propensity to finish each mission objective to the t.

He hesitates to use the phrase "adorable" when describing her because he knows she could kill him in any number of extremely imaginative ways with the most innocuous objects, but right now, the way she blinks slowly and smiles as she stretches is frankly, rather cute. He leans in to kiss the corner of her smile, humming a little in the affirmative.]

Of course. [Like she even had to ask. Phil keeps a spare change of clothes in the office, he doesn't mind sleeping here and then changing when he gets to work.] I do, yes. But there's no rush. [He's happy just to lie here, his arm curled around her, practically whispering into the narrow space between them.]

[hulkbusted]

[Don't make him steal more wedges.]

I'm always hungry after a change. Think about it.

[Good thing he was taking small bites or he definitely would have choked at Thor's question.]

Uh... I think I'm not qualified to touch that with a ten foot pole.

[shaves]

[ Facepalming, he rubs his eyes to try and deal with Thor's curious questions. Man, now he misses chatting about the tesseract. ]

I'd say it's fine if you're not related.

[ Avoiding looking at Bruce because a certain god is about as subtle as a foghorn. ]

[treachery]

No. [ says Loki — or the shade wearing Loki's face, for soon it drains away like moonlight given liquid form. His voice is a mere murmur of sound upon the wind, with no tangible source.

And he watches from his perch upon a mortal-wrought building of ugly metal and stone, cosseted in the darkness. His true form, even the moonlight does not touch.

Yet there is a catch of his breath at the sight of crimson cape and golden hair: the eternal response of the secondborn to the first, where brotherhood has been forged and forged again with blades of iron far heavier than blood. ]

You stink of the mortals. [ says the wind, says Loki from his high perch. ] I find it offensive.

you're so nice to me :D

[fe_male]

[ Hey, so nobody knows why he had to be there, that's fun. That's comforting. (Also hey, he can be well behaved when he feels like it. It's just not often that he feels like it. Obviously.) Next time he's just going to tell somebody no, instead of being some sort of international cooperation test subject.

Even if she was not entirely a negative sight to see. Yes, beautiful women, it's nice to be surrounded by them, particularly when there's not really any reason not to be, although seriously, he feels like those were pretty good reasons for asking her to bunk over.

Is it dark outside now he didn't notice. That's the beauty of... single-minded focus, or something. Tinted windows. It's the beauty of something he has, anyway. He leans around the diagram he was looking at when he hears the unfamiliar voice, straightening a little when it's placed to the only-somewhat-less-unfamiliar face. ]

Oh, hey, what's up? How's the pool? Warm enough?

so void. void-born. made of the void.

[interiordesign]

[ The size of the ego is there to make up for the smallness in number. If he's seventh, can you even imagine having to handle the second or third on a day-to-day basis? Don't even bother considering the first, it's just too painful to think about.

It's okay, you don't have to be obvious, he can still tell. ]

And I was so certain I'd find one of them here.

[dudebrodinson]

Hm. [Says in that considering way that a frat boy might when he realizes that some of the beaches in Cancun on Spring Break are nude beaches. This is Aesir spring break.

And goes back to eating pizza.] Midgard. I like it.

[dudebrodinson]

You will mourn the day I no longer fall for that. [And he means it, words rough with emotion, but there might come a day when he doesn't seek out Loki in fraternal affection, but only as something to be hunted down. He cannot foresee this day, for he does love his brother and would do anything to see him back in the fold.

But that does not mean it cannot or will not come to pass.]

sounds awesome to me

[interiordesign]

[ Bond was, for his own part, fairly skeptical of the process as a whole, initially. He's all too aware of the fragility of a mind, first-hand knowledge both in his own favour and out contributing to a sense of uncontrollable circumstances in general with such a setting.

But there's not much to do in this line of work when you disagree with a given mission. Comfort zones aren't really a thing that are considered very often, at least in as much as they differ from a personal set of strengths or weaknesses. Luckily, most people tend to be out of their comfort zones when dealing with their weaknesses, so for the most part there's a nice overlap. Occasionally, not as much. However, since becoming slightly more acquainted with the process, it's not all that different than anything else. Routine, even if given only a handful of times and in an occupation that rather excises any form of routine as a whole, means the world.

There's an amused pause - there are a number of ways to communicate in a pause, and people such as they are good at most of them, right? - before his response comes back over the connection. ]

Hard to tell. I don't recall the last look very well, it was so short. Effective, at least.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You're a dork, you know that? [He can't quite fight off a grin of his own, despite his earlier anger, and he wriggles a bit closer to her to speak in a whisper.] Careful. Don't want to wake up the monsters.

[He drops jokes like this now and then, just to gauge her reaction: if she's ever too defensive in her denial of what he's said, then she won't be coming back. But as long as she can roll with them, she's probably still alright.]

caroline forbes | the vampire diaries

[disparage]

[ tags will be slow! ]

alisha bailey | misfits

[aphrodisiacs]

[ tags will be slow! ]

[blissd]

Yeah, I know. [It's truth, there's no point in denying it. But the monster thing, that's not quite right; it's like saying gingers had no souls, but.... Sort of more cruel. She nudges his chin with her nose to shake it off.]

I think the tall guy wants me for himself. You better be careful.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Perfect response. That's his girl.]

Oh, so first it's fire you want, and then it's height. You'll just work your way through all the mutants before you're done, huh?

[blissd]

[She pulls back and gives him a face- it's all a joke, John, but really-] What, are you not going to fight to keep me?

[hulkbusted]

[He'd rather get back to details of his own sex life than consider Thor's oh so subtle train of thought. Thor must have other brothers, right? Other adopted brothers, right?

Sometimes, scientific curiosity is a curse.]

Do you have many adopted brothers?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He shrugs, suddenly unable to meet her eye.] Might be for the best. I don't know how much longer I'm gonna be here.

[That was totally a sensitive and appropriate way to bring up the topic, right?]

[shaves]

[ WHY WOULD YOU ASK THAT

WHY

WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO KNOW ... ]

Christ.

[dudebrodinson]

[To Tony] Not a brother of mine. [Said with the most straight, guileless face ever.

And then to Bruce] No. I have no other brothers, aside Loki.

[blissd]

[Right, except he's dealing with a teenage girl who doesn't quite have the, well..] Leaving? [Her voice is quiet but the alarm is still there. She's not stupid. They were accomplices, but if he leaves... There's no hiding her feelings about this in her voice.]

Why? No, when?

[identity_theft]

[hulkbusted]

[Oh. Oh god. He sets his pizza aside and springs up like a jack in the box.]

Anyone need another beer?

[He needs to go stick his head in the freezer and hope that he can freeze that image and hide away where it need never be examined again.]

[shaves]

Yes! Beer, more of that. Thor, think fast!

[ Tossing a potato wedge at his face. Yup. ]

[dudebrodinson]

[Almost lazily catches it and eats it. Chewing thoughtfully. Hmm.

Beer? Alcohol is celebratory, so...]

I am well pleased at your acceptance of my decision.