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

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

[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.

[Bruce throws Tony a wide-eyed glance on his way out of the room. Acceptance?

This is all your fault, Tony!]

Tony, you need a portable keg for nights like these.

[ Damn, Thor. SWEET CATCH. ]

Uh, yeah. Accepting is what we do. None of this is a major deal, you know that. Right?

[Norse God of Potato Wedge Catching.

Also he talks with his mouth full.] I do now. [And hoists the beer.] To my brothers-in-arms! [If he ever starts crushing cans against his forehead, point him to the nearest fraternity party.]

Ah- what is a keg?

[A keg is a way to more efficiently deliver beer into Thor's face until he hopefully passes out.]

A large container for beer.

[Screw being Martha Stewart, he just brings two six packs out of the kitchen with him and sets them on the coffee table.]

[ Saluting him with his remaining drink, he knocks it back and waits for Bruce to bring over the rest. ]

Help yourself, by the way. You're staying the night so Fury won't be breathing down your neck in the morning.

I do not think he could reach my neck to breathe down it. [Thor said, somewhat unsure. Why would he wish to do such a thing, anyway?]

You are quite generous. I hope one day to bring you all to the golden halls of Asgard and return this generosity. [Booooze.]

Fury would bring in a step stool if he had to.

That's... yeah, thanks Thor. [So not wanting to go there and deal with scrutiny regarding Aesir standards of masculinity or a whole boar with every meal for that matter..]

We are so going to party in Asgard.

Excellent! [Thor literally booms the word. Booms. It rings through the tower. Probably the whole of upper Manhattan hears it. Like some kind of godly fraternity brother decree.

And then he's throwing an arm around each of you somehow and squeezing.]

[That's some Reed Richards shit there, Thor.]

Tony. [Sotto voce] We're gonna talk.

In Asgard, maybe.

[ Laughing, he thumps Thor on the back and idly wonders if he's going to go deaf. ]

Jesus, sit down, you're going to crush us.

[With a final backpat, he lets them both go.]

All is well and all will be well. I am glad the idea pleases you.

I'm glad the idea pleases someone.

[Sitting down and picking up his pizza before wondering if Thor is going to ask him if Midgardians are okay with gods and horses too.]

I might have a cold that day.

[ Stretching to work out the kinks put in his back by a damned heavy Asgardian, he slides a hand into Bruce's hair as he passes and leans down to steal a peck on the lips. ]

You'll be fine, trust me.

[ In search of chips in the cupboard! ]

It is quite warm in Asgard. [Helpfully. And the horse story? Not true. Fandral made that one up. Humans will believe anything someone writes on a rock, tsk.]

[Okay, that was a quick transition from essentially coming out to PDA. He's blinking a little too quickly before giving another tight smile.]

Great. Nice to know it'll be warm. Is the gravity heavier there? [It would explain the strength and weight discrepancies, but also make being himself there uncomfortable.]

[ What, you think Tony isn't still reeling in bad vibes? They're sloughing off fast, but he's not going to pull any punches around Thor. Is better inclined to throw more of the PDA variety than he ordinarily would be.

Also, that's some good beer.

Glancing over, his attention flits to Bruce and he has to wonder at the nature of that question. Hrm. ]

What is gravity? [Seriously. What?

He probably won't be too thrown off by PDA. These aren't Aesir, after all. And really, this just means they'll have to man up around any Norse Homo PDA.]

[Not even getting into a full definition with Thor.]

The force that gives the world an up and a down. On our moon that force is weaker than it is on Earth.

[Also he never wants to hear the phrase "Norse Homo."]

[ Dubbing this evening NORSE HOMO to confuse people out of context when he relates it. ]

It's what glues you to the ground, makes you drop like a sack of Aesir puppies.

[ Tossing a bag of chips at Thor, he sinks down next to Bruce to share another. ]

[Don't ever look on the Internet, then.]

Ah. [Frowns.] I do not think there is a difference. [Here's Thor eating chips. He's very happy and crunchy.]

[He tries not to google Avengers. It disturbs him.]

Okay. That's... ah... good. [He's mostly taking chips because Tony's sharing.] We should bring Steve. They'll love him.

[ Stoically sticking with Bruce on that one. ]

Everyone loves Steve. The Aesir might even adopt him.

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