It's been a while since I begged shamelessly for fic, right?
IF YOU WRITE THIS FIC FOR ME I'LL WRITE SOMETHING IN RETURN. Fingers crossed. I've been good about that lately! And I don't ask for much-- I'd probably be happy with two sentences. :D
From Hawtness.com: ORIGINAL PIC IS NOT WORKSAFE. It's a nekkid lady on a beach, although her arms are conveniently placed to prevent X-rated status.
The important part is that in the background, behind the nekkid lady (who is wearing a sombrero and carrying a bottle of wine, btw) is this:
George and Winona y/n?
The future being what it is, Starfleet's secure internal social network (aka Spacebook) has been in existence for nearly a century. Imagine the archives, people. Just imagine.
What I'm sayin' is, this fic should star a traumatized Jim Kirk.
(I should be getting home from work about 1am EST, but I'll probably be online for all of 10 minutes before I go to bed so don't kill yourself trying to beat the deadline.)
From Hawtness.com: ORIGINAL PIC IS NOT WORKSAFE. It's a nekkid lady on a beach, although her arms are conveniently placed to prevent X-rated status.
The important part is that in the background, behind the nekkid lady (who is wearing a sombrero and carrying a bottle of wine, btw) is this:
George and Winona y/n?
The future being what it is, Starfleet's secure internal social network (aka Spacebook) has been in existence for nearly a century. Imagine the archives, people. Just imagine.
What I'm sayin' is, this fic should star a traumatized Jim Kirk.
(I should be getting home from work about 1am EST, but I'll probably be online for all of 10 minutes before I go to bed so don't kill yourself trying to beat the deadline.)