Omg.
I am having crushy feelings over pics of
Tom 'I-am-seventeen-in-September'
Felton. (Note: that blonde woman is not me! I am 42 in November!)
Here is Tom Felton in even tenderer years:

*chants*: 'This is not happening. This is not happening.'
*slaps self sharply on both cheeks*
This is what happens when you start out in rps. Terrible, terrible. I do not even like those movies. I haven't even seen the last two. My Draco is Mackenzie Crook, damn it!!!

But the rps trap has long and devious tentacles. One minute you're ogling over pics of Dominic Monaghan, the next you delete them all from your desktop because you are 'bored' with rps, and what do you know? The
next minute after that your heart starts beating at the sight of some teenage flesh!
It's having
written Draco. It makes everyone into a walking illustration of my!Draco. Made worse by the knowledge that my!Draco is also my!Marysue. This is
just what used to happen with images of Dom, Karl or Orli, once I'd written them!
*pinches self severely, leaving bruise mark*
*reminds self sternly that own son is almost the age of the teenage flesh*
*decides to cool off by making some gnocchi for said son*