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

[greenisnteasy]

[Bruce definitely is one of those people that feels guilty for Phil being in the hospital. In fact, he's managed to twist the whole thing into being partially his fault; if he hadn't Hulked out, if he hadn't been susceptible to what the sceptor was putting out, if he'd just left the room and put some space between him and it, there wouldn't have been that chaos. Maybe Thor could have handled his brother instead of the Hulk, maybe everything could have been stopped right then, before all the destruction to the city.

Because sure, they saved the day, but in the end, Bruce stared out at New York in ruins for the second time, and knew that he had done some of that. It didn't feel like victory.

He's not here to feel bad for himself, and he isn't here to feel bad for Phil, either; there's no pity, self or otherwise, because pity doesn't get anyone anywhere. Bruce has had a long six, seven, eight, something years to figure that out, but even before that, too. He's here to fix something, if it's broken, and to rebuild.

He knocks on the door, two taps of his knuckle, before he pokes his head in. He has a bag in his hands, simple and mostly unadorned, but purple ribbon ties the handles shut to make it look more like a gift.]

Hey. Mind if I pay my respects to the resident almost martyr?

[couldntdecide]

[Phil looks up from his comic with a smile, already closing the pages carefully. He gestures for the scientist to come up, smoothing his blanket over his knees and taking a fortifying breath. It's still hard to compensate for missing half a lung these days.]

By all means. I'd like some company that isn't yelling at me to try harder, for a change.