So how about them Rangers? *g* That was a very exciting game last night, and I am very glad to have been proved wrong about the Rangers losing in 6. I don't know if they will make it out of the second round, but I'm happy to get the chance to find out! (I say that now, but come game time, I will be cursing my life.) Now I'm rooting for the Sens to put the Bruins away.
So I've been ordering my groceries online recently, which is very convenient and somewhat cheaper, but today, I got an email saying they might be up to 3 hours late, and then they were half an hour early (luckily, I was awake and dressed), and they were missing my weekly order of yogurt and also all my lunch fixings. So I got refunded for the missing items, and had to go to the store anyway. Oh well. It's a beautiful day out, anyway.
told me there should be an Obi-Wan/Satine Thin Man AU and now I desperately want it to exist without having to write it myself (I did add it to my list, though). She already has the martini glasses! *g* They very definitely have that 30s screwball vibe.
Other things Star Wars fandom could provide me with: more completed stories (what is with everything being epic and in progress? I guess fanworks follow canon forms in some ways? idek); more Obi-Wan/Satine (especially AUs where she lives), and also some Obi-Wan/Ventress frenemies sex; more Anakin/Ahsoka; more Anakin/Lady Obi-Wan porn (what even is the point of Obi-Wan being a woman if there isn't going to be a lot of filthy porn? IJS); more Finn/Rey and Finn/Rey/Poe; more Han/Leia, more Leia with her parents (both sets), I mean, really, more Leia in everything, always.
Today's poem:Looking at Pictures of My Daughters
by Maureen Scott Harrisfor Jessica and Katharine
I've taken so many pictures of you from behind,
mesmerized first by the way your hair
spiralled around your perfect baby skulls
mirroring snailshell and galaxy, this
new universe I'd fallen into.
Year after year I looked at you looking away.
But here's a picture I'd forgotten:
foggy weather and you stand, backs to me and larger
than I knew, on an apron of rock at
the sea's edge.
I can't see your expressions, I don't
know how you feel, there, where
the waves are dark and larger than life.
There's nothing between ocean and sky and
my fear falling into the picture
Standing behind you I hold my heart tight, not
letting out the fear:
that you will be swept away,
that you will turn and see me, hand
across my mouth, eyes round and terrified and
I want you to be happy.
Standing behind you I don't have to see myself
reflected in your eyes, the three of us so muddled
in my heart I can't skim us apart.
I want to be perfect, better
than my mother. My gaze is
the weight on your shoulders. It stiffens your necks.