like looking at the sun!

[schmerica]

Okay, I blame brooklinegirl for this, because her latest entry? Made me make crazy high-pitched noises. I literally clasped my hand to my mouth and whimpered at one point, people. It was SAD.

But, yes. More Fraser picspam (screencaps courtesy of pgsnapshots.com, as usual). See, because, the thing is -- the picture I posted about the other day, the one from Mask? Though wonderful in just about every way, it was missing one thing. And that thing was: upper arms.

See, that needed to be remedied, right?

This, on the other hand, is completely gratuitous, because it makes me squeak. This one, too.

And, man alive, if I hadn't already confirmed that my hormones were completely out of whack? Looking at this screencap would have done it. I can practically feel my ovaries exploding. Um. In the good way.

Comments

[lyra-sena.livejournal.com]

I am reduced to whimpering because between you and BLG I have suddenly lost ALL OF MY BRAIN CELLS. *whimpers and drools*

And jesus, you just had to show the one with the baby, which makes me picture Fraser and RayK with their own little baby and -- *whimpers*

Write me fic, ho.

er, I mean. I love you. Thank you for the pics.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*snicker* See, what I love about you? Your *subtlety*.

[akite.livejournal.com]

Oh man! The arms pics got me hot. I feel like Ray in that story, The Course, I think. Where he writes in the weather journal that seeing two inches of Fraser's bare forearm caused him to pop a boner. And the baby picture. Stop that right now! I'm too old to be thinking about having babies. Even Fraser's babies.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*sigh* But ... so pretty!

[brooklinegirl.livejournal.com]

upper arms, god yes, but - dear jesus. The baby picture. Pearl. I don't even *want* children and that picture made me go "meep" out loud. The expression on his face, and his careful hand, and omg.

And I *lovelovelove* his head poking up from the blankets. *LOVE* And OMGHAPPY Fraser is cuteness in the extreme.

*goes back to click. and click. and click*

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Every single time I get a comment I come back here and look at everything eighty million times. It's like an awful sickness.

And, oh my god. The BABY. And FRASER. And HIS HAND. Just -- *flails* And I mean, I'm right there with you, there are few things I'd like to do less than have kids, but Jesus Christ. FRASER. BABY. I AM DEAD.

And with the blankets -- man, that's adorable part of Chicago Holiday anyway. He talks to Dief in his sleep! And then he wakes up and is all "...I have a blanket and no clothes and this wasn't where I fell asleep. Um." *loves*

The other picture is just, um. *bites lip* His tie is gone! Look at the hollow of his throat! (I can't tell which of the Vecchio females is in the mirror there, though.)

[brooklinegirl.livejournal.com]

Look at the hollow of his throat

Yes. My god. Like with this one (http://members.tripod.com/happyfriendbox/fraserconcernedlook.jpg), I can't look at it without just immediately focusing on his throat. The brown uniform unbuttoned-rumpledness-exposed-throatness is just enough to make me have to put my head down for a moment to clear it.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*pets you comfortingly*

soljourning

[raucousraven.livejournal.com]

Um, yeah, hey. That last picture? I think only dogs could hear me. *wanders off in a daze of estrogen*

Re: soljourning

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Oh, believe you me, I am right there with you.

[insptr-penguin.livejournal.com]

Damnit, I just drooled on my keyboard. ;P

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Heh. That's a risk you have to take, apparently.

[claire.livejournal.com]

I may have made an audible squeak at seeing the picture with the baby. And I don't even like babies but my ovaries jumped up through my neck and strangled my brain and I was just this big puddle of hormonal mush.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

It's horrific! I don't even know what it is about that picture, but, yeah, I'm right there with you.