#roseoswiins

[aavengers]

Top 5 ships?

literally just forgot every ship that i ever had lmao

1. Clara Oswald and The Doctor (Doctor Who)

2. Anthony Bridgerton and Kathani Sharma (Bridgerton)

3. Mia and Seb (La La Land)

4. Chidi Anagonye and Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

5. Penelope Featherington and Colin Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

[reystheme]

Rey and Poe? (For the ship ask meme)

MY BABIES!!! YAY! Naturally: I ship it!

What made you ship it?

Your honor, it's all @dameronalone's fault. Technically, anyway! So, back when the Force Awakens came out, sixteen year old me was obsessed with FitzSimmons from Agents of SHIELD at the time, so friends to lovers + being in sync was my whole thing. So I actually left the theater shipping FinnRey (they still have a soft spot in my heart, ngl) and I wasn't quite yet a multishipper, but I was obsessed with Poe & Rey as a dynamic already. In fact, I spent the next year working on a multichapter retelling of TFA where Poe and Rey were best friends (and Rey was Hanleia's daughter. It was very self-inserty before I knew what those were).

Crucially. Finnrey was supposed to be the main ship in that fic, but...Poe and Rey didn't quite behave. There was always an energy to their moments that kept my scratching my head, cos I was sure I didn't ship it (could've been the crush on Poe and aforementioned self-inserty nature of the story tbf).

Enter: 2017 and my best friend. Briar shipped Damerey like there was no tomorrow, and was my introduction to the dynamic romantically. They wrote so many wonderful fics, recommended me their fave fics in the fandom, and then the Meet Cute of the century happened in the Last Jedi, and I was fucking sold.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

For me, the best love stories are transformative. They challenge each other to grow, and understand each other - perhaps not perfectly, but there being an innate understanding of what drives the other person, maybe because it's similar to what drives them.

I also really fucking love symbolism in my ships. If there's no symbolism, then I probably won't be super interested in it.

Poe and Rey have this in spades for me. I think Poe is one of the few people in the trilogy, that sees Rey for exactly who she is, and doesn't...coddle her, for lack of a better word? He knows what she's capable of, and isn't afraid to challenge her when he's caught her falling into genuinely bad coping mechanisms (Rey is avoidance gorge, and Poe recognizes this and calls it out).

A lot of characters in the trilogy - for completely understandable reasons! - tend to prioritize protecting Rey, over pushing her out of her stagnant comfort zone and helping her grow into who she's meant to be (ex: Han, Finn, Leia, etc). And Poe certainly cares about Rey, but he's not prioritizing protecting her over helping her grow, and that? Really appeals to me. The only times we see Poe really freak out about Rey's safety is with the serpent, when she crosses the ocean on Kef Bir, and when he finds out Palpatine wanted her for some reason.

This is something that I also realized just recently, while complaining about a badly characterized story, but it really stands out to me that Poe just. Trusts Rey so implicitly. We know from TLJ he's not great at putting his faith in just Vibes, but any time Rey has a revelation or a feeling, Poe believes her and follows her. He never once questions her intuition in TROS, and I really fucking love that.

And the symbolism. Light and sunlight in particular, is a huge motif for Poe's character arc, and like. Rey, hello. The homing beacon? The fact that Poe carries it for most of TLJ, and it's meant to "light her way home", and he affirms to her that she's somebody, once they finally meet? How besotted they are with each other, almost instantly? The smashcut from her torture to Poe jerking awake on the transport? Poe instantly knowing that it's Rey's plans to draw the TIEs away from the speeders?

And finally, I mean. We know they're each other's type. Rey canonically falls for Ben (a curly, dark haired pilot who wanted to follow in the footsteps of their rebellious pilot parent but ended up on a far different path in life, who challenges her into growing, and has a really dry sense of humor?), and Zorii on the surface might parallel Ben morseo than Rey, but we do know that she was meant to follow in the footsteps of her "evil" family, but chose not to, she's harsh and cutting towards people as a defense mechanism, but really longs to run away and have someone by her side and not be alone, and is honestly kind of possessive. Which...you know, sounds a lot like Rey.

Also thanks to reylo, we know Rey's method of flirting is yelling and biting and hissing. Guess how she spends 80% of her time with Poe, lmao.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I feel like I have a lot just by the basis of being a multishipper? Although off the top of my head, I feel like a lot of the approaches I've seen to Damerey are very black and white in regards to Rey's relationship with Ben/Kylo. And, obviously, how people want to approach that is absolutely understandable, that dynamic can be particularly triggering to some people, it has been in the past for me also, and it can be cathartic to just push that off as an abusive past relationship that Rey doesn't have any complicated feelings about.

But. I started getting really interested in messy dynamics last year (can't imagine why), and how Star Wars explores loving people who have hurt you, and believing they can be better, and how those beliefs can really put you at odds with the people around you, that the person you love have also hurt.

And I think that is something I've really been mulling over, with Damerey, lately. Because I think Rey falling for Poe, after the events of either TLJ or TROS, opens the door for a lot of complicated feelings for her. She felt something for Ben, is able to forgive him for what he's done for her, but how can she reconcile those feelings with knowing he's hurt Poe, you know? It's this really messy thing with no right or wrong answer, that reminds me a lot of like - Leia and Luke with Vader, right?

I don't have enough coffee in me yet but. Yeah, I think Damerey in the context of Rey having real, messy feelings for both Poe and Ben, is a lot of fucking fun and I really want to write it. I like when Star Wars gets messy with interpersonal drama and trauma.

Send me a ship and I’ll answer three questions based on if I ship it or not.

[livingintheglitterbaby]

🌻🌻

i find it annoying that some part of the swiftie fandom seems to have a hard time enjoying taylor’s happier albums and considering them of equal value as her angsty/sad/angry ones. it happened with lover, even if in hindsight there were always tinges of anxiety intertwined with the good feelings, and it happened again with the life of a showgirl, which —at least as of now— shows joy in a more transparent way. some people argue it’s the pop sound the have an issue with, but honestly, i’d say it’s the themes. i remember thinking of the reception anti-hero (a pop song) got compared to that of me! (a pop song) and thinking how ironic it was that people were so eager to enjoy taylor being self-deprecating vs how mean-spirited they were when she was being positive about herself.

i’m not saying that these fans don’t want taylor to be happy although it might as well could be that, lbr lol but that there’s this strange misconception that only misery makes good art, and therefore a happy artist has “lost their spark”. i totally understand that not every album has to be enjoyed by everybody, but it’s quite reductive to try to minimize the talks of a songwriter or to dismiss the quality of a song just because it’s imbued with positive, fun feelings instead of with heartbreak, self-loathing and agony.

and i believe that to be true about any artist or genre, btw, but since this is the fandom where i see this happening more prominently, it’s the best example i can make lol

[chicagocubsreactions]

How.... just how did the Cubs make that comeback?? I gave up when they left two guys on base in scoring position in the... 7th? I think?

Also if it got posted anywhere could you post the clip of Dansby hitting a homerun for his mom's bday yesterday?

1.) Christian Bethancourt

2.) Very bad Pirates pitching

3.) Christian Bethancourt again

And yes, let me go find that clip and I can post that!

[nuttmeg13]

I'm so happy and relieved you said the purple flowy dress she wore during evermore part looked Florence ish I thought the same thing but didnt want to post it and be the only one

YES, I was like I can't be the only one haha. I've seen someone else mention it too so some of us are on the same page 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼. Love it

[qqueenofhades]

(Sorry for going through your tags and liking practically everything. I just watched the Old Guard last night after seeing all your posts about it. Loved it!) A plot bunny that came to me and you can have it is picturing the four staring into mirrors and repeating facts about themselves, their birth names, their birth place and year, their parents etc. So that they dont forget them over the centuries even as they have to modernize everything about themselves.

He looks at himself in the mirror one morning, Joe still asleep in their bed behind him, and starts the recitation he must sometimes do.

“My name is Nicolo di Genova,” he mutters to himself, turning on the faucet. “I was born in the Republic of Genoa in summertime, God’s Year 1070. My parents were Domenico and Elisabetta di Genova, and we lived in a house by the Porto. My brothers were Matteo and Pietro. My sisters were -- " he pauses, crosses himself, sees her face as if through a glass darkly, her delight in telling him her secret -- “Caterina, magistra of Salerno, Magdalena, Margarita, and Innocenta who died in the cradle, God rest her. I lived there. I walked its streets. I knew them.”

Nicky finishes his shaving, crawls back into bed, and whispers, “And I love a man named Yusuf.”

“Eh?” Joe stirs, adorably rumpled. “What?”

“Nothing.” Nicky kisses his ear. “Go back to sleep.”

***

The next few mornings later, however, it’s Joe’s turn.

“My name is Yusuf ibn Umar al-Kaysani,” he says to his solemn reflection. “I was born in Cairo, under the Fatimid caliphate, in the month before Ramadan, in the year 461 al-Hijra. My father was Umar ibn Ismail al-Kaysani, and my mother was Maryam bint Tariq ibn Khaled al-Katibi. My brothers by the same mother were Umar, Muhammad, Musa, and Ismail, and my sister was Noor. I was a faris, and I sometimes wished I was a scholar.”

He looks at himself, his face in the mirror, exactly as it was almost a thousand years ago, and does not know what else to say. He inclines his head to his reflection, crawls back into bed, pulls the sleeping Nicky back into his arms, and whispers with a smile into his shoulder, “And I fell in love with an Italian.”

***

Booker’s recitation is quieter.

My name is Sebastien le Livre, it goes, and it pops up at unexpected moments. I’ve always been called by some variant of it as a nickname. Now it’s Booker. I was born in 1777. I was twelve years old when they stormed the Bastille, sixteen when they guillotined the king and told us that we were free of monarchical tyranny forever, a great Republic, and I was twenty-seven when Napoleon Bonaparte became emperor and I went to war.

My father was named Jacques. My mother was named Emilie.

We lived just outside of Paris.

My wife. It alarms him to realize he’s starting to lose the precise shape of her smile, her hands in his hair, the taste of her mouth. Come back to me, he wants to beg. Come back to me, Marie.

My sons. My sons. My sons.

(It hurts to even think their names.)

***

Andy tries once, in the dark of the night when the pain of missing Quynh gets too much. Stands up and stares at herself, and really does her best to remember.

My father was...

What was his name? She barely knew him. A gruff and energetic Scythian warlord, almost indivisible from the fine-grained sands of memory. Some rattles that might have been him talking to her, correcting her grip on an ax. He saw no need for daughters to be less than sons in defending the house. At least for a time. She thanks him for that, at least.

My mother, Andy thinks. Surely she must remember that. Her name. Her face. Her gentle smile (was it gentle? She was a Scythian woman, no tender nursemaid, and raised her daughters with axes and hammers in their hands as much as spindle or distaff). My mother...

It’s there. She’ll remember it, she promises, tomorrow. She will.

My sisters....

There were several of them. Four? Was it five? She has a faint memory of running through a vineyard, trampling the vines, and being afraid of punishment. They ran, they hid, they giggled in desperate delight at their own nerve. My sisters.

(She can’t remember their faces.)

(She isn’t sure she can still remember their names.)

[twiicetheheart]

@roseoswiins​ asked “ *THROWING POPCORN AT MY PHONE SCREEN LIKE ITS A HORROR MOVIE* MICHI !!!! DESTROYING MY FEELS ON A MONDAY NIGHT. “

HUE HUE HUEEEEEEEEE NO BUT SERIOUSLY LOOK THERE’S A LOT I WANNA SAY RIGHT NOW BUT!!!!!!!!!

SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[loversandantiheroes]

Red

He heard a laugh – yours, light and flustered – that faded off into a sigh. Oh now, what was that? Regret? Doubt? Maybe. He gave off enough red flags to baffle a matador, he knew that for damned sure. So why was he hoping it was something else?