Why am I so ridiculous?

[lobelia321]

I am pathetic. After months of abstinence and deep indifference I visited, for whatever unfathomable and possibly sheldrake and gabbyhope nostalgia-induced reason (yeah, that's right, blame them) the (argh!) Bagend Inn and came up with this.





I actually stared at it for about a minute and then, almost surreptitiously, pressed the download button.

But buggeranddamnit all, he looks like Perfect-Day-Dom there.

ETA: No, no, he doesn't; he looks like Karl/Dom Dom. Fuck. How can that fic still be haunting my brain? It's the absence of visuals in HP; it's addling my brain.

Comments

[bexone.livejournal.com]

I think what's most important is that he looks *good.* Just stop the thought-train there and get off (o_O not meant that way I swear) and then all will be well.

:-D

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

But I like the way he looks good and melancholy.

[gabbyhope.livejournal.com]

Hey! Them's fightin' werds.

But mmm yessss Dommeh. I've been a bit out of it as well, but that's a scrumpteous picture.

[gabbyhope.livejournal.com]

And by that I mean SCRUMPTIOUS. doh.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Don't know what you mean by fightin' werds but goddammit (to use an Americanism, oh no, mustn't do that).

*cackles*

[mandalaya.livejournal.com]

That triangle of shadow just above his clavicle is screaming to have my mouth on it. It looks so delectably smooth next to the scruffy roughness of his jaw. And I'm not even a big Dom fangirl!

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

God, yes, I see what you mean, you shameless Mary-Sue claviculatrix!

[sheldrake.livejournal.com]

HAHAHA you can run from fandom but you cannot hide!

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

In my case it's more a case of 'yes, you can successfully hide for the Dom will not seek you out unless you run towards him and seek him out in which case he rewards you with addlepics such as this one'.

Meaning: you can run or you can hide, and I ran (just not away).

[sheldrake.livejournal.com]

Ah. See, my trouble is I can't stop thinking of fandom as some sort of weird sentient being what traps me in its terrible smelly lair and won't let me escape. That's what my trouble is, all right.

I don't think I should be allowed on the internet after 1.00 in the morning.