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A Picture is Worth... Meme.

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.

Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.

Good resources for images/gifs are weheartit or tumblr. For not so safe for work gifs/images go here and here.

Original Meme here.

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[ It had been cold and kind of drizzley earlier, down on the streets as they were departing from what must have been the world's most boring, long, and dull meeting ever possibly concocted to work on international cooperation. It just happened to be in New York City, and he just happened to be one of the mediators between SHIELD and MI6, possibly because this was his conference room, and then they'd insisted he stay, so that the other country could get a sense of with whom they would be agreeing to work.

That was during the meeting. This was after the meeting, when he'd realised she was staying across town and that weather - so cold, rainy, windy, new to the city at night - he just couldn't. No hotels, please, plenty of room here, right? Completely. Stay here, Eve, can I call you Eve? My name's Tony, I don't..... Think they actually let us introduce ourselves. So it's nice to meet you, Eve. There's a pool on the top top floor, past R&D. I don't know, you look, you look like you could be a swimmer. Go have fun with it if you want, if you don't just, this is your room here, mine's way down that way, don't worry. Whatever you'd like.

And he wandered down to his workshop to get some of the muck of the meeting out of his system. Get his brain functioning again. Within about twenty minutes, he'd forgotten she was even in the building with him at all. ]

( 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?

[ 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?

( hopefully someone knows. eve assumes that fury does — he certainly didn't seem the type to do anything without a reason, and she can respect that.

his reasons to ask her to stay over were indeed good, and that is why she accepted his offer. both that of staying over and that of the pool, though she'll admit the latter also because as good as eve is at paperwork, as much as she likes -- and excels at -- the diplomatic and administrative parts, she'd loved the physical aspects of field work as well, and having lost that, she sometimes needs another outlet for her energy.

swimming works. )

It's a very nice pool, thank you. ( his informality is both amusing and vaguely vexing; she's still trying to get the measure of him. )

[ No, someone definitely knows. Tony's just really not sure he actually cares enough about it to bother going around and annoying people until he gets an answer that seems like it's not just placating.

Hey, Tony gets that. He's fantastic at just staying here, in his workshop, never really having to go out and actually play with things, fight off bad guys, make people swoon; he could do all of that from right here, even, but there's a whole side of life and yourself that doesn't get met that way. You've got to get up and out and into things, or you're just not plugged in to all there is in a life.

He nods a little bit, sort of already checking back in to what he was doing - he didn't really stop thinking about it when she came in, it's just more for a moment there was a more immediate puzzle, and now that it seems that one's taken care of, his mind is trying to return to the previous one. ] Bored, lost, or hungry?

( eve likes knowing, but she isn't going to pester anyone just to find out why one tony stark was present at this meeting. there's a time and a place, and an art to knowing when to push for more information and when it isn't worth it.

it's amusing to see, though she only recognises it because she's seen q do it a million times or more: multitasking to some extent, but the majority of attention on whatever he's working on. it's almost the same expression, just on a wholly different face. seems some things are simply universal, no matter what the country or the agency. )

Curious.

[ Tony is more working on this project than he is paying attention to her, but the reply pulls him back out enough to peer around the hologram again at her before collapsing it to a smaller version, getting rid of a layer or two, and moving back to work maybe on one or two problems at a time rather than all of them at once, as he had been. ]

About?

( that looks a little fancier than she is used to; q isn't necessarily one for theatrics. )

A lot of things, Mr Stark. But for the time being, your relationship with SHIELD.

[ meanwhile tony is a full tilt diva

Also, this conversation? Suddenly got a lot less interesting. ] What about it?

( which is interesting to note. both the diva aspect, and how his interest wanes immediately. )

Why do you work with them, Mr Stark? ( what's the motivation? he doesn't much seem the type. )

[ please, you're talking about a relationship here that he was almost bullied into, even if... he did half the bullying himself. ]

I build most of their cool shit. And they prevent me from having to sit in front of congress again, so, I think it's a pretty square deal. No congress, all I have to do is fight a few bad guys here and there.

I followed those proceedings. ( q had made snide comments about the flashiness of tony's actions, she remembers fondly. )

Oh yeah? What'd you think? I'm right, right? Boring as hell. So, I don't do those anymore, I get to be Iron Man without any more F16 fatalities. Square deal all around. So, there you go.

Hearings like that aren't supposed to be exciting. ( she understands the necessity for them, but she does agree that they're boring. ) Fair enough.

Well, they're doing a good job living up to their own expectations then. Curiosity sated or were you really just bored underneath all of that? [ sliding things, still working, headtilt at the schematics for a moment before he thinks of something else and plugs in the numbers to let the new simulation run, turning back to her as it gets started. ]

A little of both. ( with a smile, not quite self-deprecating. he's given her a piece in the puzzle that is his relationship with shield, and she's slotted it into place. it's not an interrogation, though, so she doesn't press on. )

What are you doing?

I, am working on radiation safety. Although that one [ vague point to another image ] is an alternate anesthetic device. Bunny-trails, and why concentrate on one thing when a threesome is more interesting anyway.

( He reminds her so much of Q — except older, more self-assured, and with a wider area of interest. )

I don't suppose you've ever met our Quartermaster?

[ So basically, like Q, but better in every way, right. ]

You only have one? He must be busy.

( Certainly no more humble. )

Head of the department.

[ who has the time for that sort of thing ]

Haven't met him.

No, I imagine so. He doesn't like flying.

He doesn't know what he's missing.

It's not that amazing, to be frank.

A Picture is Worth... Meme.

oh screw it why not :D

fuck yeah

for when you wake up c:

you're so nice to me :D

i try ~

<3<3

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