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

[stormylikeabitch]

[..Okay, so it's post-half broken curse. Emma believes. Understands things now, saw August (Pinnochio, whatever) turn back to wood and .. Nearly lost Henry. Forever.

But that's all said and done, and surprisingly there are a few moments of calm before the storm. She has yet to find Mary Margaret and David- Mom and .. Dad, and maybe she's just sort of wandering, seeing people for who they really are, watching them see themselves again. It's heart warming, in a weird sort of way.

Then there are people who already believed. Who knew. People she'd thought were crazy. Henry, Gold, Regina. .. Jefferson. Actually, she'd almost forgotten about the poor Hatter in all the fuss. At least, she had, until she heard an oddly familiar voice coming from .. somewhere nearby. And .. muffled?]

[brim]

[Yeah, so. Driving a car when everything changed and shit hit the fan and a big magical burst kind of radiated out from wherever the hell it had, you know, come from? Not actually fun.

Especially not when it ends with Jefferson hanging from the seat of a car, upside down, face kind of squished against the dashboard.

Because that is just so much fun. Even better? He's stuck. Just... stuck. Wedged in and completely unable to move and just. Stuck. Left to hit against the window as best as he can and call out to the people he can barely see moving outside.

He knows what happened. It's like the fog's been lifted. It's no longer a painful struggle to sift through the two sets of memories. He knows his pre-curse self and his post-curse self, there's no longer this strain on his memories, his sanity. He can feel the signs of magic, because even if he isn't magic himself? He's still tied to it. Spending so long in Wonderland, having such a connection to the hat, a hat only he knows the ins and outs of working? Yeah.

He knows the curse is broken.

He's just kind of busy being stuck in a car.]

[stormylikeabitch]

[And who is doing her rounds still? Still ducking out of any attempted hugs (though most of those are failed and .. received), and avoiding as much of the main streets as she can. Because honestly, happy as she is to have Henry alive and well, and to .. have his curse broken, it's .. it's reeling. She can feel things she doesn't understand; people say it's magic. She doesn't get it. At all, actually.

And she doesn't feel like seeing Mom and Pops just yet, either. That's ... a whole other can of worms she doesn't feel like busting open just yet. Besides, there's a noise she's hearing, back here on the side road; a sort of banging against glass, metal. Muted.

A truck. Overturned and oh gods, is there someone in there? So yeah, she's going to drop down and around, bending over to try and see into the glass- too shattered to see anything through-- the door is next. Girl of brawn, yanking that door off with one foot propped on the side. It's broken enough as it is.]

Hold on- Get you out in a second-- [And reaching down to offer an arm, wrapping hand around whoever else is reaching back. And yanking. Don't fall, now.]