Aw, jeez.

[apocalypsos]

So qnotku is a very, very bad person who put the idea of a story collage-type thingy for my novel in my head, so yesterday I started printing out photos to work from with the different characters and such.

Anyway, I had a nice little Jude Law photo to work from for one of the main characters when these pictures showed up, inciting my brain into a hummina-hummina-hummina litany. And suddenly, Jack perked up.

Jack: Hey, I want to look like that.
Me: No, I already decided --
Writing muse: Fuck what you decided. I want to curl up in his lap and make purring sounds.
Me: Oh, not you, too.
Jack: Hey, I never said anything about curling up in that guy's lap, but the ability to make women's underwear spontaneously combust can't be all bad.
Me: Except for the flaming crotch.
Jack: ... true enough.
Writing muse: You can't tell me your panties didn't burst into flames the second you saw that photo.
Me: Yes, I can.
Jack: That's because you weren't even wearing panties today.
Me: Oh, shut up.

So, anyway. Your sexy Orlando pictures. Give them to me. Now. (I know you have them, damn it. Pleeeeeeease? *innocent eyelash batting*)

Comments

sort of a thanks for friending me back ;)

[lil1pinay.livejournal.com]

[wtfbrain.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am *so metaquoting this... :)

[trishalynn.livejournal.com]

Dude. My ovaries are fluttering.

[eiluned.livejournal.com]

I wonder if the poor boy knows about his supernatural ability to cause spontaneous panty combustion.

Wow, I ought to become a parapsychologist so I can document this crap. :D

[foreverrogue.livejournal.com]

*And somehow, after seeing this Orli godliness, must go back to work and form coherent thoughts. Heh. Yeah, right. Thinking it's time for a wallpaper change on the work puter..*