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

ugh it is seriously my favorite cross-canon cr THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF

[debts]

[ Something shutters very clearly in her expression as soon as her door closes and the car pulls away from the curb. Not apology, not fear — closer to amusement, maybe, though it's hard to tell. It's been years. No doubt James Bond has gotten better since then, though no less brash. In that vein, so has she.

Natasha glances at him briefly. It's the faintest, pale mark across the ridge of his cheekbone, but she remembers that one — the edge of her nail, the red of his skin. The memory makes her smile, if maybe for different reasons than one would first guess, and she crosses her legs at the knee. Her hands are busy with a phone (pretense or reality, who can tell, the way her gaze seems to hone in to focus on her screen but what's the phrase, there's sentiment attached to the one that got away) and she doesn't glance at him when she speaks. ]

Liar. [ It's said idly, without any real heat as her fingers tap away at the keys. ] You'd enjoy it.

it's so perfect DAMN THESE SPIES FOR MAKING US LOVE THEM

[resurrection]

[ james catches the shift in that expression of her though he can't tell if it's intentional or not. natalia, or black widow as his briefing referred to her as, was never one to be so forward on their first meeting. instead the woman leaves a trail of breadcrumbs that draw you in but never quite lead you to where you think you're going. she's good, almost too good, and it makes him pity the poor souls that get in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s way.

bond isn't so talented at hiding his amusement, especially not when it's genuine. it's gotten him into trouble more often than not, though not enough for him to ever stop. he catches her glance but shifts his gaze to the front of the car where the road is slipping by them when she shifts her attention to her phone. ]

A change of location would be preferable, though.

[ bond's words drip with implication like they're already tangled in a down duvet, but she should already be well aware that this is the status quo with 007 (somewhere in an MI6 file he's sure it's noted, scribbled in a margin in M's hand). ]

We've never been formally introduced you know.