I am so behind on my tv shows that I just...continue to fall behind because I didn't watch anything last night either. *hands* I also put aside various books and comics I was reading in order to start a Raven Cycle
reread, since it's the right time of year, but I've also often been too tired to focus on reading on the commute. I'm sure once we see the sun again for more than a couple hours once a week, this will start to go away, but right now all I want to do is curl up in bed under the covers. So no Wednesday reading meme either.
What I did do last night was make some more lip balm, this time a variation on this recipe
, substituting mango butter for coconut oil, and a tablespoon each of castor oil and apricot kernel oil for the sweet almond oil, and two drops each of the essential oils, plus 1/2 tsp of vitamin E oil, 1/2 tsp of zinc oxide for sunscreen purposes, and 1 tsp of rose gold mica powder to make it a lovely pink. Which makes for a nice, rich lip balm. As in that recipe post, I also used slidey lip tins
though they are super tiny - the amount of lip balm this recipe made filled all ten tins I bought plus four chapstick tubes. I guess because I originally bought 1 oz tins, I'm used to only getting like four or five tins worth of stuff each time, but it goes a lot farther when your tins are smaller.
I also bought a bunch of these adorable daisy pots
but I haven't filled them yet. I'm excited to try, though.
In other news, writing continues to happen in fits and starts - work is too busy, evenings I'm too tired, etc. but I poke around here and there and hope to finish something every once in a while. And since I mentioned my wip list the other day, here it is:
- after he took from you everything he could steal
, the utterly self-indulgent id-fic, featuring suitless Vader and lady!Obi-Wan having copious amounts of deeply unhealthy sex. With snacky
's help, I've figured out an ending that doesn't include murder/suicide, so now I feel like I can keep writing it. *snerk*
- nobody move, nobody get hurt
and the movement and the spin
, aka, Thing One and Thing Two, which I might as well admit at this point are also AUs where Obi-Wan is a lady, but much kinder to both her and Anakin. Probably too kind. Ah well, we all write our own kinds of fix-its, and mine involve genderswap (cisswap?) and a lot of hilariously awkward teenage pining while Obi-Wan mostly pretends to be oblivious because she's not the socially awkward one. *hands* And then one day, when he's no longer her padawan, nor a teenager, maybe, she thinks to herself. Maybe. So, you know, two stories, two POVs, but the stories go together.
- Drive It Like You Stole It
, the Han/Leia PWP that needs attention.
- Half-Truths and Hyperbole
, the Obi-Wan/Satine Regency AU.
- Well Did You Ever?
, the Obi-Wan/Satine Thin Man AU (with a special guest appearance by Anakin as Asta).
- Talking Points
, Luke and Rey and trying not to make the same mistakes past generations did.
- how strangely my life is curved
, aka, Ahsoka unfrozen in the future and Steve Rogersing her way through the Resistance.
- Night Five
, Anakin/Ahsoka trope fic ("there's only one bed at the space hotel!") for silveronthetree
- Someone else to catch this drift
, the single dad Anakin AU which features both Anakin/Ahsoka and Anakin/Obi-Wan
- the Obi-Wan/Ventress frenemies-with-benefits one, fittingly titled Frenemies with Benefits
- the untitled story where Force ghost!Obi-Wan haunts Darth Vader and Darth Vader is just like, "I already have an Obi-Wan in my head criticizing everything I do! What fresh hell is this?" also for silveronthetree
Okay, that is a lot more than I expected. I like having a list though. It makes me feel accountable. And also accomplished when I can take something off of it. And maybe I'll actually have something to post next week on May 4. Who knows? Anything could happen!
Today's poem:Fire on the Cuyahoga
by Cheryl Snell
The river burned only a few times,
but nobody here forgets it.
You'd think they'd keep the place up a little better—
look at the candy wrappers, empty bottles, rubbers.
Who knows what else is dumped after dark?
Beauty is as beauty does, I suppose, and of course
all rivers should be beautiful, not necessarily
the untouched beauty of a head cheerleader
at her beginning of things—
but more like the worn kind of beauty she'll grow into,
after she runs off with her married man,
bringing back the three kids, one of them always sick,
and her working minimum wage at the KMart,
the new boyfriend with raw hands and grimy fingernails
out back building a barbeque pit, trying to start
the fire that will stun her into loving him.