I'm so ashamed.

So.

First there were stills.

Then there was animation -- which I've only watched eleventy billion times -- and then for the hat trick, along comes ethrosdemon, who is not unlike a hurricane and a tornado and the Emperor all at the same time.

Please keep in mind, however, that I've not even seen Revenge of the Sith yet -- and yet, this morning, my girl's babbling a mile a minute about Ewan/Hayden RPS -- and my first thought isn't No! Dirty!Bad!Wrong! Instead, it's 'Okay, I'll write her a one off, because I owe her and she's my girl', even though I don't write at the weekend, because 'hello, weekend!'

And so I wrote Star Wars RPS. With some missing sections.

But then she started up with the goddamn photographs. (Is there anyone who doesn't know what I sucker I am for imagery?) And now I feel compelled to actually polish off the fucking story except as I howled at her:

This is Star Wars! There's no fucking slash in Star Wars! It's the goddamn holy grail of my childhood!


And yet. Yeah, I'll be writing some RPS. Stay tuned. poopins don't stroke out on me or anything okay?


ETA: Happy Birthday to one of the kindest, loveliest fans I've had to pleasure to come across. Many happy returns of the day to dolimir_k!