#otherwise i'm going to be looking at the Danes like ''WHICH ONE OF YOU HAS BEEN HIDING HE'S A REDHEAD FROM ME!?!??''

[burningvelvet]

still continuing my shakespeare journey - got halfway thru love's labour's lost 1975 but have sadly comprehended none of it so may have to restart it in another format/version.

the thing with shakespeare is that its so much better to be able to see/listen to his works since they were meant to be performed, but if you come across a lesser performance then it can really negatively tinge a piece you would have otherwise liked. conversely a superb performance can really put you on to a play you otherwise would have been lukewarm about.

and for these reasons, along with my gen z attention span, genetic adhd, & struggling sometimes with older british dialects & EME (even though i've taken classes on historical english linguistics, shakespearean studies, and renaissance literature, & have immersed myself in classic anglo lit for years, & am a native english speaker albeit an american, etc.) — my shakespeare journey has been more bumpy than expected.

but i hope it will be worth it in the end, and that by studying his work i'll improve my overall writing/reading abilities, particularly when it comes to poetry & scriptwriting, but also storytelling in general. and this, not by mere passive absorption (which i have to combat the urge toward), but by active studying, & seeking to discover what it is that has given his works their legacies in the canon, for whatever it be worth. i think tradition has its place. i believe in learning from the greats, and i agree with that quote about how one must know the rules before they can successfully break them - & would add that too many attempt to break without knowing.

i've been casually watching the famous "working shakespeare" acting workshop series wherein they assess the language. there are exercises dor actors re: script analysis, understanding the diction, etc - & i've been practicing some of that to build my grasp on language in general. some actors like samuel l jackson, toby stephens, robert sean leonard, victor garber, claire danes, blyth danner, etc. are in it - its on youtube. i'm also going to look into playing shakespeare, acting shakespeare), shakespeare in italy, and looking for richard. these are all famous films/documentaries about understanding shakespeare & his works.

it can be so overhwelming to dive into shakespeare, as i previously mentioned - but the relieving part is the wealth of information which exists to aid in the experience. i knew an actress (we did a play partly about shakespeare, lol) who had said that she found a copy of shakespeare for dummies to be really helpful, undignified title aside lmao. there are so many databases & websites & books & all freely accessible online. the sad thing is that some of the live performances are really hard to find, but that's an issue with theatre overall.

but my university's digital library (even though i graduated, i still have access) has a lot of databases including some shakespearen-centric, national theatre, & royal shakespeare theatre stuff. so if any of you are uni students or alumni i recommend you to use your lib databases to find whatever learning resources you can - you already paid for it all with your tuition money anyway!

[mdhwrites]

Thoughts on Helluva Boss?

I really liked the pitch!... I also haven't watched any of it since the episode where Blitzo and Moxxie get captured.

So I really like slice of life and sitcoms and just general comedy and I thought the premise of "Murderous The Office" was actually a fun one. Have fun with the fantasy, the religion, the world, etc. like that most sitcoms can't do because... You know, they're theoretically grounded in reality. Effectively, this was going to be Family Guy or Archer but with no breaks.

And I found there were a lot of breaks. Just a lot of "Okay, I get this, is actually the Blitzo and Stolas show, easily the two least interesting characters to me at introduction because Blitzo is just an asshole and you're having to go hard on the abusive wife angle to try and make how Stolas CONSTANTLY is trying to get fucked by someone other than her something we all can just ignore." It just... Wasn't the show that was originally pitched to me and nothing I've seen on Twitter makes me change my mind. Otherwise, for what I did see... I absolutely get why people find the show polarizing. It's like Dane Cook. It's thinking that somehow sex, gore and profanity are really that shocking anymore while still not being as grotesque or violent as something like Happy Tree Friends because it uses that veneer to tell a real story. The show has the modern problem of billing itself as one thing until it changes into something else the minute the plot shows up.

If you just want to do a plot focused show, JUST DO THAT DAMNIT. Or have a point to the build up but if Stolas isn't in an episode, you can mostly skip it it feels like. Or that's how it felt to me. And I'm not even saying that its shock humor is all bad. It has some good jokes, it has some bad jokes and for me it mostly depended on if it was a real character response and conversation or pure profanity. That's why Moxxie was EASILY my favorite character in the show. While he felt out of step with the setting, or even his job at times, he has easily the most real responses. Not even just human but like... Real responses rather than just more profanity. I REALLY liked him trying to prove himself to Millie's family. Honestly, I just wish the show was way more about them.

Because the melodrama with Blitzo's backstory and Stolas' failing marriage? I don't know. It just all felt really standard and boring to me. Like... This would be a comic book plot/backstory with humans involved and you wouldn't need to change literally anything. And that's just... Not interesting. Frankly, that's probably also what made me lose interest. The more it focused on its plot, the less it did with its actual concept. The less these characters felt like demons or that felt like it mattered. We have shows where every human being is awful, murderous, addicted to drugs, a part of a gang, etc. like that. Just look at fucking Riverdale.

And that's a problem with Vivzie's entire brand really. I'm not even against Vivzie, I'm still excited to see what they do with Hazbin Hotel, but... the brand is "We're the violent, edgy cartoon" and like... Really, how much worse is it than some Family Guy episodes? Helluva Boss sometimes just feels like the real pitch is "Every character is Roger from American Dad" and that's not a good brand pitch.

Though yes: It is GORGEOUS and the designs are great. It's a treat for the eyes, even if the writing isn't particularly special.

I also just don't think this attitude leads to interesting or creative writing and like... The biggest thing with their concept that Helluva Boss does is Angels actually being terrible... Which isn't new. Or is it the secretly homicidal rednecks because that's literally just a horror genre? This stuff isn't interesting because it's not asking genuine questions about its setting or its characters.

It's just "What is the most aggressive and/or offensive thing we can do?" and that's just not a storytelling style I like and it's very one note. It's why the show has to go so hard the other way to try and make Blitzo and Stolas 'sympathetic' and at that point... What the fuck was the point of the show? There's always more shit to shovel?

Because shit ain't interesting.

[littlewalken]

Sep 25

The First Amendment protects you against the government not Little Walken, my blog my rules, don't liberate my baby.

If I have to chose a side in the divorce of the LGB from the rest of the alphabet soup I'm with the LGB side. Even tho I'm asexual I'm on the side of it being who I'm attracted to not how I identify.

So here's my take- the only time I'm not going to have any Marge Simpson grumble with neopronouns is the joke by Evilwizards how if spiders had pronouns they'd be it/ze/bit/xe.

That's it.

You can have he or she or they, I get there are intersexed people out there who don't make videos about it being their entire identity.

If your pronouns are on your resume or are among the first things out of your mouth it tells me you're going to be the biggest turd in the punch bowl.

I also treat people who bring up their faith, their politics, and other things that they've made in to their identity instead of having a personality.

I spent too much of my life trapped in situations with people I didn't want to be around because I was unable to leave them under my own power. The second half of my life ain't got time for that shit.

Come this time next year I want to look back and tell myself that I got a hell of a lot accomplished and what I'm feeling is well deserved pride for jobs well done.

Change of direction puppy

She had the biggest grr. Now that I know what the sound was she was born growling. So y'all know she was also half great dane and those feets got huge and those legs got long. In that picture she's barely a month old and probably bigger than any fluffy tea cup pupper she resembles.

I think what's fucked up in my back is the gluteus minimus on the once side. It's the side that locks up if I just walk so I have a long history of something I can only get pain medicine for because otherwise my American health care won't cover anything else for it.

Getting used to the new cane. Good thing I don't like and can totaly sense people sneaking up on me, since like forever, being that pick pockets and purse snatchers in stores like to sneak up on older and disabled looking people. I have enough family members who think they've lost something in my purse that I don't leave it around.

Also managed to find a literal replacement for my purse. It's a plush black cat face with ears and it used to look less ratty before 'oh, was that not supposed to go in the dryer'.

What I plan to do is put the nice one with the full sized plush black cat backpack so I have a 'set' going on. I'm going to have the warn out one in rotation until it literally falls apart or something.

Altho I have a decent collection of purses, half of which go back to work when I needed plain ones, it's not a purse for every outfit thing. It's more of a I just want a different one and I'm not parting one that's still good.

Or I need to get one I can fit my tablet in to. Or I have to replace the one I used to fit my tablet in to because it went to the Mystery Flesh Pit with me and it absorbed the bad mojo and it has rainbow flags on it and kids with pronouns have ruined the rainbow part of The Backrooms.

[somedaytakethetime]

Hii, I hope you've been good. 🙂 Maybe I've finally recovered from the SerieA season by now, my sleeping schedule was fucked up for week because I kept watching stuff including this insanely long bus ride party. 😄 But I've never seen anything like it, people celebrating a football championship like that and I probably learned more about this club and what it means to Milan people in those few days than in all the months before! So in a way it was also good they didnt win like 2 years ago because no one would of been allowed to celebrate then. I also changed my mind about the trophy being ugly its actually pretty nice it looks like a giant golden martini glass and I'm almost sure Davide slept with it the night after they won it, he looked completely physically attracted to it. 😆😆 They all did tho and if they look likely to defend it next season I'll fly over and dress up as the trophy before it gets awarded.😊 Never thought I'd ever say this but maybe for once I'm grateful for my stupid deranged kink who got me into this mess, with your help. 😅

And just when I wondered what to do without the football stress the internationals started, I watched Italy vs Argentina but that wasnt fun. And I blame the italian manager, thats what you get for leaving all Milan players out of the squad! He ruined Chiellinis farewell match too and thats not nice. And now hes off to L.A., maybe I'll have to watch a bit more MLS now that so many Italians are joining! I also watched Portugal and then France v Denmark yesterday and that was alot more enjoyable even tho Simon still isnt playing but atleast he lopped the scary beard off and is looking so beautiful again! Both teams were playing well but I was so happy when Denmark won! How cool is the ginger striker? 🙂 Although I like Theo and would be okay with him winning but he also just won the italian championship so thats enough for a while. :D I didn't know he has a brother who looks almost like him and thought I was going crazy when I saw the two of them going on the pitch. 😅

And now Italy is playing again, I'm a bit worried but atleast there will be pretty players to look at. 😍 Hope your having a nice weekend! 🙂

~S.A.

Hello!! Welcome back!! I'm doing well, I hope you've been well too my love! Football is something else isn't it? One hell of a sport let me say... you laugh, you cry, you curse, you scream, and in the end you love these clubs all the same. The guys and the trophies are always hilarious to me because they look way into the cups, but bless I guess they work so hard and suffer so much for it that they deserve to make out with it a little. 😂 Dressing up as the trophy seems to be a recurring theme that we've all thought of.. when I see my favourite men kissing a tin cup I always feel jealous as hell of it which is ridiculous but also a vibe xD Isn't it nice to have off-the-beaten-path kinks now? See? Totally okay, what did I tell you? And also it got you into this mess with the rest of us and that's low-key a vibe I love for you 😌

I've had to miss Italy playing tonight because I was fighting my technologies but I need to peep on that tomorrow (it's past mid-night so it's already tomorrow but... you know xD) the only games I watched were my very own clowns because it's free on TV and then my Danish rolls! I was more than delighted with the match and the results but I don't know which striker is ginger? Kasper Dolberg? I always thought he was blonde but maybe he's red to some. 😅 I'm so damn happy Simon shaved off that bush off his face!! I am beyond relieved that his prince good looks are starting to come back, if he made me look at that beard for longer I would have lost the last of my nuts and bolts... Theo and his brother tend to scare me because they're not event twins... Lucas is older than Theo and yet I swear those dudes look the same to me... but at least Theo is a decent guy 😶

I hope you have a nice weekend too darling! And I hope your sleeping schedule continues to improve while football is out for while! 💗

[summahsunlight]

We Belong to the Stars, Ch. 25

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Word Count: 2765

Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

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Alarm klaxons blasted throughout the base signaling heavy causalities were incoming.

Evelyn pushed her way into the command center, hearing the frantic radio messages and communications.  "Is it Black Squadron?" She asked, grabbing Kaydel by the arm.  When the younger woman wouldn't answer her because her aunt had given them strict orders to keep Evelyn out of the loop--Evelyn shouted, "Is it Black Squadron?"

Kaydel could only nod her head before getting back to work; Evelyn tore off towards the surface of the planet. This was the worst part of being grounded, she couldn't help out her team, she couldn't help Poe.  For the last two months she had watched as Poe led mission after mission, as she was forced to sit on the sidelines.  Heart thundering in her chest, Evelyn made it to the surface just as four x-wings touched down. Immediately she could see that they were heavily damaged and chaos broke out on the flight pad.

Medics were running in, fire crews were dousing the flames on the fighters, and people were shouting, trying desperately to be heard over the blaring alarms.  Evelyn ducked underneath mechanical crew and headed straight for Poe's x-wing.  BB-8 was being lowered from the socket, beeping wildly and the little droid rushed at her when he caught sight of her.

"It's okay, BeeBee," Evelyn assured him, even if in that moment she didn't feel it. 

"Lieutenant, I need you to get out of the way, ma'am," someone said behind her and she felt fingers grasping her arm. 

Evelyn turned to see a medic pushing her back as the hatch to Black One hissed open. Immediately the medics swarmed the fighter, she didn't even know she was holding her breath until she heard Poe shouting at them that he was fine.  Letting out the breath, she reached down and gave a very anxious BB-8 some belly scratches. 

Poe emerged from the cockpit, shoving his helmet at one of the medics before gingerly peeling himself out of the pilot's seat. "I'm fine!" he hissed when the medics insisted on looking at him. "Just some bruising; I'll live."

She didn't know why but that statement made her eyes fill with tears and she released her frustration in a choked sob.  BB-8 nudged her, trying to comfort her, and moaned softly that he was sorry she wasn't flying with them anymore; he missed her. 

"I miss her too, BeeBee," Poe said before pulling Evelyn into his arms. "It's okay; we're fine."

"I hate this, Poe," Evelyn whimpered against his flight suit which smelled like smoke and engine oil. "I hate that I'm not out there with you."

He pressed a kiss to her temple. Poe pulled away from her, wrapped his arm around her torso, and headed back towards the base. He was barely concealing the winces on his face as he walked, but she didn't argue with him.  "I need to speak to General Organa--update her on what happened out there."

Evelyn nodded and walked with him. She looked over her shoulder at the medics attempting to tend to the other members of Black Squadron. It turned out that all the pilots were equally as stubborn when it came to seeking medical treatment. Glancing back at Poe, she asked, "What did happen out there, Poe?"

Poe sighed, heavily. "A mess--a big giant mess.  We need to figure out whose leaking information to the First Order and we need to figure it out now. Otherwise, we're going to be dealing with worse than Karé breaking her leg."

"Karé broke her leg?" 

"Yeah, as we were escaping Terex and his thugs again."

"Who are you going to suggest replaces her?"

"You."

"Wait? What?"

He stopped and turned to face her. Poe could see the confusion in her eyes, after all, she had been grounded for two months.  "On the way back here, I got to thinking--our latest missions--those have been for your aunt--Dane has no idea what Black Squadron is doing.  As much as I hate the guy--he's not our mole."

She wasn't quite following his reasoning as to why he wanted her back on the squad.  Evelyn stepped aside as someone rushed by her, heading towards the surface.  "But you said yourself that there's no way Snap, Jess, Karé or L'ulo would betray the Resistance."

Poe nodded. "Yeah, that is until Terex knew exactly where to fire to disable Karé's fighter--she's lucky she got out of there with only a broken leg.  Who knows our fighters better than us, Evie?"

Evelyn paused, understanding flashing in her blue eyes. "Mechanics--they know our ships just as well as we do if not better. So you think...you think one of our mechanics is the mole?"

"Only theory that makes sense."

"Why would one of our mechanics betray us like this?"

"I don't know," Poe said, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the command center. "But I intend to find out."

"How?" Evelyn asked, walking along with him.  "Are you even sure you know which mechanic it is?"

There was no response from him, partially because Poe didn't have any idea which mechanic was snitching on them, and partially because they had entered the command center and Leia was gesturing for them to join her in the situation room.  "Have a seat," she instructed the two pilots.  "We have a lot to discuss."

Evelyn shot Poe a glance as he sat down, wincing in pain as he did so.  A brief look of concern washed over Leia's face as she noticed the pain Poe was in, but knowing the commander, Leia didn't bring it up.  After this meeting was over, Evelyn was going to drag his ass down to the medcenter and have the medics look at him.  She didn't care if she had to drag him there kicking and screaming--he was going. She knew it was more than just some bruising. 

Leia called something up on the holotable, watching Poe and Evelyn's expressions intensely.  "Red Squadron was able to obtain the rest of those plans for the First Order base."

Poe blinked, eyes wide. "That looks a lot bigger than the Death Star."

"Because it is," Leia said, solemnly. "It's a base entirely built into a planet."

"How is the weapon charged?" Evelyn asked, anxiously.

"Agent Dane is working on decrypting the transmissions from Agent Lothor; engineers are looking at the specs."

"Is it operational?"

"Not yet. Maybe in another six to eight months."

Poe smiled, wistfully at Evelyn. "So... that gives us plenty of time to figure out how to blow it up."

Evelyn looked at him, incredulously. "I know you're trying to be funny... but at the same time you make a great point."

Leia shut the holoimage down.  "We might not have all the time in the galaxy, but... we have enough time that I think Black Squadron has earned a break, Commander."

Standing, Poe nodded his head, noticing that Evelyn was watching him closely.  "There's one more thing I wanted to discuss with you, ma'am."

"Yes. Evelyn is back on the squadron."

"What--how did you know that was what I was going to ask?"

The General's response was a gentle smile, and then an order for Poe to report to the med bay-- Evelyn offered to take him there herself. Poe argued the entire way out of the situation room that he didn't need to see a doctor, to which Evelyn argued that the wincing in pain every time he moved slightly was because she knew how hard he flew, how hard he pushed himself in the cockpit--she was taking him to the med bay.  

Chuckling, Leia shook her head.  Poe and Evelyn's bickering reminded her of herself and Han--L'ulo had been right all those weeks ago when he'd claimed that the young pilots were very much like a certain princess and smuggler.  Feeling a heaviness press on her chest, Leia hoped that Poe and Evelyn's story had a much happier ending that hers.

"How's the prince?" Snap asked when Evelyn joined the group of pilots at dinner.

"Stubborn," Evelyn responded, sitting down next to her brother. "But he was right--it really is just some bruising."

Kaleb laughed. "You're not going to live that down--that Poe was right.  He's going to remind you every chance he gets about this. Where is he anyway?"

Evelyn sighed and looked over her shoulder. "He went to take a shower, apparently he wasn't hungry." 

"Well, he's going to miss out," Jess said, holding up a bottle of brandy. "We're heading down to the lake after this to kickback."

"Sure you want him drunk again?" Kaleb quipped, grinning. "You do remember that last time he got drunk, right?"

"According to him--he wasn't," Snap chuckled.  

Kaleb frowned, slightly. He'd seen Poe a hell of lot drunker than he'd been the night down at the beach--but, Jas Dane had also not been around, hovering around Evelyn and calling her disparaging names. "Yeah well, thanks to him I have to deal with Dane and I'm pretty sure if I punch him my aunt is going to kill me."

Snap shrugged his broad shoulders. "I'd look the other way if I were her.  It's not like Dane doesn't deserve being punched--in fact, I'm pretty sure that if you did hit him, he probably would have done something to deserve it."

Evelyn had noticed that ever since the fight on the beach, Jas had been keeping his distance from Black Squadron, partially because Leia had assigned Kaleb's squadron to retrieve the transmissions from Lothor.  She didn't expect him, however, to change his attitude.  It would take more than Poe beating him up to accomplish that. She finished up her dinner, decided that she wasn't going join the other pilots down by the lake.

Jess looked at her, curiously. "Where are you going to go?" 

Smiling, Evelyn replied, "to make sure the prince doesn't get into any trouble tonight."

Sunset on D’Qar reminded him of home.  Poe climbed his favorite grassy hill, deciding to skip a night of drunken revelry with his friends, and opted for the quiet of a late summer sunset.  The sun was just beginning to dip into the horizon when he spread the thin, worn blanket out and sat down.  After being given the rest of the evening off, Poe had taken the opportunity the to freshen up after spending almost four days away from base.  It felt good to be out the flight suit and gear and in his familiar leather jacket. 

Cool metal brushed against his hand and Poe smiled.  It also felt good to have his trusty droid at his side. BB-8 had been following him around, concerned with how tired his master appeared, but Poe didn't mind.  After all, the little droid had kept his rekindled romance with Evelyn a secret since they had kissed on the light freighter months ago now.  Even though he was pretty sure everyone was aware that they were back together, BB-8 still hadn't said a word to the others.  Poe sighed, feeling his muscles ache. The mission had been dangerous but they had still gotten additional information that might lead them to Lor San Tekka.  Poe closed his eyes for a moment, letting the setting sun warm his face.  It had been a long day… an incredibly long day…

“Do you mind if I join you?” Evelyn’s voice questioned, quietly, behind him.

“Of course not,” Poe replied, opening his eyes.  He watched as she sat down next to him, sun reflecting in her copper brown hair.  Gods, is she beautiful, he thought as he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. “Not in the mood to join in on the drinking tonight?”

Evelyn shook her head. "No.  I think I've had enough of cantinas and bars and drinking for a while."

Poe chuckled and draped his arm over her shoulders, drawing her close to him. "Me too."

She snuggled against the perfect nook between his arm and shoulder, noticing that he winced slightly.  "Does this hurt?"

He kissed the top of her head. "For you, I'll take a little bit of pain if it means I can hold you." He turned his attention to the last bit of sunlight in the sky, watching as the sun dipped completely below the horizon and out of sight.  The air around them instantly cooled now that the warmth of the sun was gone and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Evelyn shiver.  “Are you cold?”

Wrapping her arms around her upper body, Evelyn shrugged. “A little; I didn't really plan a head when I went looking for you.”

“Here,” he said, starting to peel his jacket off, “take mine.”

“Poe,” she protested as he draped it over her shoulders, “you don’t have too.”

“I’m trying to be chivalrous here, Evie.”

“You don’t have to be!”

“I want to be!”

“Sometimes you're so difficult.”

He laughed at the remark, his dark brown eyes sparkling.  Poe held onto his jacket, now hanging over her shoulders.  “There. Warmer?”

She felt color rise to her cheeks underneath his gaze.  “Yes. Thank you.”

Poe held her gaze a little longer than he had expected to, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of her.  Kiss her, he told himself, but was completely transfixed by her; her eyes, the curve of her lips, how his jacket was much too big on her…

Evelyn smiled at him, coyly.  "You know you can kiss me, right? I think I've established that I'm alright with that."

Slowly, using his hold on the jacket to guide him, Poe pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss.  He released his hold on the jacket and wrapped his strong arms around her waist, guiding her towards the blanket.  Her mouth opened this his, and he deepened the kiss as he laid her down underneath him. 

Closing her eyes, Evelyn sighed, as Poe’s lips began to kiss her along her jawline, behind her ear, and then down to her collarbone.  She felt a fire spread across her skin wherever his lips touched her.

Poe pulled back, his left hand idly stroking her hip. “Hey, BeeBee-Ate?”

BB-8 beeped, his eye socket watching every move his master made.

“You can head back to base; I’m sure you need a recharge by now,” Poe said, kissing Evelyn, hungrily.  “Oh, and still not a word of this…to anyone… got it?”

There was a chirping affirmative from BB-8, before he rolled away, down the grassy hill and back towards the base.   Poe smiled as he leaned down to capture her lips once again with his own.  She yielded to his gentle pressure, allowing him to deepen their kiss.  He pressed her back into the thin blanket underneath him, his arms wrapping tightly about her, hands burying in her soft hair.  Their legs became entangled the heavier their kisses became, and he felt what little control he had over his senses slipping away as desire took hold of him.

He broke their kiss, breathing hard, and slowly pressed kisses into the hollow of her neck, dipping lower and lower until he was kissing the top of her chest.  Her hands tightened in his hair, he heard her little gasps of pleasure and felt a shiver run up his spine.

Poe pulled back, raising his head to gaze at her.  Evelyn was breathing just as hard as he was, her hair spread out around her on the blanket, evident that hands had been playing in it mere moments before. He grinned at her just before he kissed her once again and pressed his body into hers because he wanted to feel as much of her as he could between the fabric of their clothing.

Evelyn began to unbutton his shirt. One hand idly drifting south towards the waistband of his trousers…

....and his com link went off, interrupting the heated moment, and requesting that he gather Black Squadron to meet in the situation room.

"Damn it," Poe sighed after the com link shut down. "I knew having the whole night off was too good to be true."

"It has to be important if Aunt Leia is calling for us, after giving us the night off," Evelyn replied, idly playing with his curls.

Poe closed his eyes and nodded.  He sat up, holding his hand out to her to help her up.  Opening his eyes, he took a deep breath. "Let's go see what they want."