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

[sheriffing]

Count me in.

[The corners of her mouth just barely curve into a smile before he eases in, and for her part Emma is content to take her time, slowly brushing her lips against his, reaching up to stroke the pad of her thumb against his cheek to keep him close. She was never supposed to want this again; not after what happened with Neal and what that did to her. But she's stronger now, and wiser - and even if she wasn't either of those things, she needs him, too.

There's relief to be found in giving in to the idea of them being together. No one is going to know what the hell to do with that, and maybe Emma should include herself in that, but it's progress. August has spent so much time beside her that she can't imagine it changing now. And maybe this will be good for them, maybe this is the decision they've been trying to make.

Maybe someday she'll tell him how deep she's in, but not anytime soon.]

Do you want to talk about it?

[stiffs]

[ the answer is, of course, still not really. He's a coward through and through, always has been and far as he knows likely always will be. But then there's Emma, trying to get in, and he has to try. He squeezes her hand before letting go, making to stand.]

Maybe with a drink. Whiskey sound good to you?

[He has a bottle, somewhere.]

[sheriffing]

[Emma nods, letting go of his hand to free him up to find his alcohol stash. The desk drawer is where she's guessing it would be, but who knows with him. There's usually a method to his madness, and she knows better than to question him on anything he has going.]

How many drinks have you had so far?

[It's not that late, but given the mood he was in...Of course, she's not someone who should be judging, that's for damn sure.]

...Whiskey's good.