I feel like I'm supposed to be too old for this shippy stuff. And then I remember who gives a fuck, seriously, rite? Right.
My Photoshop skills are...what's beyond rusty? Decayed like the Titanic? (Too soon? I'LL NEVER LET YOU GO, JACK. God I hate that movie. I mean, Billy Zane with a gun was. not. helping. Jeez, hairpiece, pick your battles. I digress. As ususal.)
So anyway, crumbling, sunken unsinkable super-liner skills aside, I made icons! Just three, but a gal has to ease into these things. And, it was fun! I forgot how much I enjoy making them. I do hope to get some more done in the not too distant future, hopefully a little better quality as I get back to being comfortable in PS--and try to remember all that I've forgotten, which is a lot.
Here they are, for your pleasure. Or for your disdain if you're all like, "Daryl Dixon doesn't belong with anyone but ME!" (And no one blames you for that, because we've all been there. If you say you haven't, your pants are probably on fire. Best check.) screencaps from screencapped.net