Dear inkbug: yes, I know I'm evil.

[permetaform]

well. so in a fit of procrasinisitic panicking went into work-denial-mode and touched up a pic



which is *completely* unmanipped except for the background softening.

then I stared for a bit and, well.

::points::


Rash, Turner. I told you to do something about that rash. ~ caption courtesy of linaelyn

inkbug? I am so on crack and I apologise.

_{[especially since I probably won't have time to feedback any resulting fic until end of Dec]}

::headdesk::

Comments

[permetaform]

::whimper:: and it was so *obvious*, like the manip was Meant To Be and just Gagging For It and gaaaaaaah. ::smacks head repeatedly:: Bad brain! Schoolwork! Essay! Technical matrix! Not slash!

[that-one-chick.livejournal.com]

It so was. If I had any skills in photoshop, I don't think I'd want to imagine what would come of it. *fidgets*

[elspethdixon.livejournal.com]

Yes. This manip needed to be done. Needed to be.

"My place is right here. Between you and Jack."

"Really, Mr. Turner? Do I have your word on that?"