#fandomlife confessions

[twilightheritageposts]

Twilight Heritage Posts

[chaifootsteps]

https://www.tumblr.com/fandomlife-confessions/749271862032351232

These people are going to give me a rage stroke

Of course they chose the picture where Blitzo nearly broke down in tears right in front of Stolas while confessing how Stolas's constant treatment of him makes him feel.

[lagosbratzdoll]

I saw this confession in regard to fans casting indigenous actors for House Stark: tumblr(.)com/fandomlife-confessions/738947497242869760 and I do agree. It did get me thinking about whether or not making House Velaryon black was a good idea. Especially when Aegon III’s children will be black.

I have my own issues with the First Men being framed as indigenous. I cannot actually remember if I have gotten it out anywhere else but I'll summarise it here.

I find the Starks/First Men being indigenous (in the story) problematic because that narrative erases those who sing the song of the earth, the giants and all the other old races who fought, bled and died to keep their home/land. I have a lot of issues with Game of Thrones' portrayal of the old races and I could rant about it for hours but that's not the point of this ask.

To your point, I have repeatedly argued here and elsewhere that making the Velaryon the Black House™ was a decision that lacked forethought. It is a textbook example of benevolent racism, superficial visuals and the emptiness of the diversity movement.

I'm not sure what you mean by the last part but to be honest, I truly believe that the show is going to erase Daenaera to push some bullshit the greens and the blacks made peace with Jaehaera and Aegon the Sad's marriage. So, I don't think the Blackness of Aegon's kids will ever be an issue.

[terrorofthetrident]

I have an awful feeling this confession is about to become a reality:

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idk this seems like a stretch.

i don’t think alicent was ever really hopeful about or viewed the greens/crowning aegon in a super positive light to begin with, so i don’t think there’s much for her to be disillusioned with..she was doing what she felt she needed to do to keep her children safe. though, from the trailer, we do see that she’s overwhelmed with how things are turning out and questioning if the sacrifices she’s made were worth it..

she might feel horrible about the deaths of rhaenyra’s children, but i couldn’t see her helping rhaenyra defeat and kill her own children. no matter what they do. and i don’t think jace is gonna die in season two.

i doubt she would express regret over not marrying helaena to jace since that never would’ve solved anything..

so, i think we already know that alicent and rhaenyra will meet in the season finale, at least from the leaks i can recall, but i don’t think it’s going to end well ?

as of right now, i don’t think this would happen, but we’ll see after season two. i’m definitely not trying to say you or others don’t have any reason to be concerned, but i personally don’t see this happening…at least i hope not (choosing to not be so pessimistic).

sorry if my response seems all over the place.

[rhaenicentdaily]

Predictions for S2?

I saw this confession and i can see this being the direction Ryan and Sarah are planning to take:

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Oh, hello there! Thanks for asking my opinion! It's like you cared about what I thought? Insane.

To answer you, I don't think I have a personal prediction for season 2 or any of the future ones, but I will say, what you sent is very grim but also very characteristic of what we have seen of House of the Dragon so far.

The writing seems to want to give Alicent more space to emote, but never to grow off of her passivity. I personally would much prefer to see her resolute on her side of the war before going down the regret path. I'd also love to see her lean on her faith more as a coping mechanism for her trauma.

The events per say, I mostly think will in fact happen like it's listed. I would hate to see Alicent effetively acting against her children, but I think something like this might happen, the degree of it is what worries me. It makes sense that they'd make them slowly work together when Rhaenyra is governing King's Landing, they've already shown that both of them care about the people and are knowledged on rulling. It would be a moment for us to feel what could have been if they weren't chained to the patriarchal system that rules Westeros. They will probably parallel their fathers at the same time they are superior to them.

The ending, I believe, will be entirely as it is in this theory: Alicent will watch Rhaenyra die by Aegon's action and will be consumed by her own regret and guilty until poisoning her son trying to put an ending to the war and she will die with Rhaenyra's name in her lips.

The exclusion of her own children in this prediction ("no Viserys and only Rhaenyra's children") is what sits wrong with me. While, yes, the memory of them will always be painful and linked with the war, her blaming her children for what has taken place is not something I see happening nor would wish for her character. By the end, I'd hope she understood enough of the world she was raised in to realize they were a product of their family, like she was.

I know I spoke extensively on Alicent here and not that much on Rhaenyra, but I feel like the predictions you sent are more focused on her.

In the end, I'm never sure what to expect of the writing of the show, mostly because consistency isn't what they are known for. Much like Game of Thrones, the narrative revolves around what will generate more gasps and Twitter reactions of the audience, instead of world, relationship and character building.

THANKS for sharing the predictions and asking my opinion. I love discussing anything involving those two traumatized repressed woman kissers.

[feralgodmothers]

https://www.tumblr.com/fandomlife-confessions/755273886208327680

I don’t think Emily is quite that bad. But this still made me laugh.

It’s kinda true though 😂😅

[facepalming-since-chernobyl]

https://www.tumblr.com/fandomlife-confessions/726548301744406528/why-was-lois-crossed-out-in-the-lois-vs-lena?source=share

Looks like FandomLife has a SC fan working there.

Good for them?

[princesserica84]

Reblog instead of Like!

Hey awesome humans. I just want to say that if you see an awesome piece of fanart on tumblr you should reblog it as well as liking it. These artist are amazing and do a great job of bringing our favourite characters to life. More people should see them. Please reblog them. I’m serious. These artists want to be more known. Reblog this! If you like this and don’t reblog I will bug you.

ps- everyone go and praise @booigi-boi on how amazing her art is because she doesn’t believe it. This post is for you.

[ohfugecannada]

Hi I work in fandom life-confessions and while it's unfortunately a while until your confessions get posted as there's many waiting to be made (the submission box was accidentally opened), do I want to share some things. (remove the spaces) [Caprino. no/ shop/en /items/] they sell some old Norwegian puppetry movies with subs, also go to [olvesblog. blogspot. com], go to the 2008 entries, specifically the picturebook Mare, it has a stop-motion movie in the works since 2011 called The Dream Prince

Aw cool! Sorry about submitting stuff when you didn’t intend to open the inbox. If I knew you were full up on submissions I wouldent have made mine. Especially since opening up submissions was an accident. But thanks for the puppetry film recommendations! I’ll definitely go check those out! :)

[cerinelle-stellarium]

Saw /fandomlife-confessions post up someone's take on Tokyo Mew Mew New recently and got so, so infuriated. That take essentially not only shits on Mia Ikumi's efforts to give the story better pacing and more depths to the characters she created but also the sheer amount of work the studio and VAs have put into the remake. Way too many people have their nostalgia glasses on in regards to the first anime without having read the source material to understand where the folks who produced New are coming from and this upsets me to no end.

[godteri-takk]

Haha hell yeah i agree sm with that confession, the Synth V design looks undeniably awesome but the voice ain't quite right QwQ think i did an allright job on the post ngl :3

[thirstystarkey]

HATE CAN SOUND LIKE LOVE • JJ MAYBANK

Summary: JJ and Y/N have always fought, since everyone can remember. They both have short tempers and a endless love for surf and chaos. But what happens when they have to pretend to be a couple? Well.. people always said that hate can sound like love sometimes.

Warnings: Mention of underage drinking, drugs, minor violence, some smutty scenarios and a ton of sexual induendos, JJ being a hot idiot and Y/N a wild girl brat

CHAPTER 17

“What the actual fuck?”

That was the first thing heared once the pogues arrived to the boneyard, away from all the previous chaos. Y/N was fuming with all the irresponsibility of her friends but specially JJ.

“Yeah man, what was that all about?” John B asked worried.

“Retaliation.” JJ spelled sarcastically.

“Cut that bullshit, seriously JJ.” Y/N said loud and angry.

“Oh look at the pogue princess mad that the actual pogues did something about themselves.” The blond boy spoke, his words cutting through Y/N like knives full of venom.

“Fuck you, you don’t really understand don’t you?” She yelled hitting his chest. “I was worried for you and Pope! Do you actually think I enjoy all of this? Fuck you JJ, I am done with you.” Y/N stated with a few tears falling down.

“We drowned Topper’s boat..” Pope finally spoke, making everyone turn to him.

“Why would you do that?” Kiara inquired.

“Yeah, Pope why did we do it?” JJ asked Pope, sitting in a old branch. “You know what, let me make it clear for all of you, we drowned Topper’s boat because he and his little kook friends caved Pope’s face in the other day.” JJ told the whole truth.

Y/N sighed loudly, she had no idea what had previously happen to Pope and she felt bad for exploding like that on JJ, she didn’t meant anything. The girl sat beside Pope and JJ, hugging Pope tightly.

“I’m so sorry Pope, I had no idea.” She said sincere. “We are always here for you, you know violence isn’t the answer for anything.”

“She’s right.” Kiara backed Y/N. “But it’s done already so now we have to deal it this.”

Eventually they all went home but Y/N pulled JJ away from them, he didn’t even looked at her, all the rage still boiling inside him.

“Can we talk?” She asked softly, caressing his hand. “Please JJ?”

“I’m listening.” The boy said cold, looking above her.

“Not like this, look at me.” She pulled his face down, carefully. “Let me take care of your wounds and then we can talk.” Y/N offered but JJ rolled his eyes.

“Look Y/N this is really fun and all but I don’t need you feeling sorry for me.”

“I don’t feel sorry for you JJ.” Y/N stated. “I care about you, there’s a big difference between those two feelings.”

“Yeah right, of course you do.” JJ crossed his arms mocking her.

“You don’t believe me?” Y/N asked, mostly to herself. “I care about you since the day you helped me when I passed out.” She confessed. “You know what, actually I’ve cared long before that day. I’ve always cared about you, who do you think gave John B the first aid kit he has in his house for you, when you show up all messed up for god knows what reason?” The red head girl ramble almost stumbling her words duo to the shaky voice from the tears. “I did! All these years, even when you made my life hell. I was the one who pulled you out of the water when you decided to go surf a hurricane!” Y/N yelled, feeling her throat hurt.

“You told me it was Kiara.” JJ said confused, avoiding the first aid kit situation.

“I begged her to say so.” Y/N said clearing her tears from her cheeks, looking away.

“Why?” JJ asked, this time softly.

“Because I was scared of your reaction.” She shrugged. “I thought you hated me.”

“Well I thought the same thing about you.” JJ laughed pulling her close. “But I don’t hate you Y/N. I’ve never hated you.” He whispered, hugging her while playing with her hair.

“I don’t hate you JJ.” Y/N said crying into his neck. “I’m sorry.” She sniffed.

“Hey hey hey, don’t cry please.” He told her, holding her face in between his hands. “It’s okay, people say stuff when they’re mad, stuff they don’t mean.” He assured her.

They stayed some time like that, just hugging each other tightly. Getting a feel of safety from the embrace, until it started raining and they were forced to get out of the rain. Drenched in water they stepped into John B’s chateau. John B fast asleep in his room at that time.

“You should take a hot shower while I get you some clean clothes.” JJ said when they entered John B spared room, which at this time was JJ’s room.

And so she did, feeling the relief of the hot water in her tense muscles. The water running down her body, taking away all the tension and hurt from her spirit, leaving her clean and more light. Once she was done Y/N wrapped a towel around her body, stepping making her away back to JJ’s room who blushed seeing her in just a towel, water still dripping down her body, and her hair sleeked back.

“I-I got you some clean clothes for the night, while yours wash during the night.” He explained handing her the clean clothes.

“Thank you JJ.” Y/N smiled, trying not to blush. “You should go do the same thing as well before you get cold.” She laughed.

“Yeah.. you’re right.” He agreed, scratching the back of his head. “I’ll go do that, while you change.”

After JJ left the room Y/N sigh against the door. Feeling her cheeks turn into a rosy shade. On the other side of the door JJ did the same thing wondering if he should’ve kissed her like his gut was telling him to, but he didn’t wanted to rush her into anything specially not when she was almost naked. JJ respected her.

When he was done and dressed ready for a night of sleep, Y/N was already fast asleep in his bed. Something he never thought he’d seen even though it brought him peace of mind having her so calm next to him. Her chest moved tranquil up and down as she breathed, curled in herself waiting for him to lay next to her. The first time they slept together because the pogues made them JJ didn’t get the chance to appreciate her peaceful expression, she looked angelic.

Carefully JJ layed next to her, pulling the sheet over her body to warm her during her sleep, Y/N whispering something in her sleep that JJ couldn’t understand, while she turned to him hugging him, pressing her face into his chest.

“Shhh, I’m here, I’m here.” JJ whispered. “It’s okay angel.”

JJ smiled at her action, feeling his whole body relaxed at her touch, quickly he surrounded her body with his arms, embracing her. His chin rested on top of her head while his arms hugged her and caressed her her skin affectionately, eventually dozing off in a mess of tangled limbs.

“Good dreams sugar.” JJ kissed her forehead before falling asleep.

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[blackfilmmakers]

Mod Nen from @fandomlife-confessions here. I have no idea what "reblog this if you are a part of this or that race" has to do with fandom, maybe some of them include fandoms, maybe they use the blog for Tumblr confessions in general I don't know. And for me, an European, making those images feel so weird. Why are Americans still referring to people as "races", that's... Something the nazis did so we stopped using race to describe people after WW2. Closest is maybe ethnicities, but it's used differently. I'm not saying there aren't racism in Europe, there unfortunately is. But Americans saying races, and European descendants over there there calling themselves "Caucasians" makes no sense to me, as most of them have ancestors from nowhere near Caucasus.

Sorry if weird or if coming off as rude (please tell me if I do), I'm not very good at social stuff... I was one of those with infectiously poor eyesight at elementary...

You're fine Mod

I don't know what part of Europe you're from, but in the countries I've lived in and visited, people do call others by their race and use the concept of race when prompted. And yknow like you said, racism is still rampant in Europe, which means the use of racial identities are going to be brought up

The concept of race was made by Europeans way before Nazi Germany. It was used mainly to justify the enslavement of groups that didn’t fit a certain racial class

For PoC who use race as an identity, I’m sure part of it is to share a sense of community. Especially for the case of Black people, where our identities have been stripped away. There’s also the fact that race is so ingrained into our societies, that it’s impossible to not bring it up

As for the Caucasian label, I'm honestly not sure how that started. Then again, White Europeans pretty much made up race to fit their own ideals and justify slavery

It’s something I can understand why people are questioning it’s usage due to its initial intent. But unfortunately it’s embedded into nearly all systems. It’s going to still be relevant for a long time in order to dismantle all the harm it brought

[ricksbowen]

can i request a joshua bassett imagine about you being a cast member on hsmtmts and the whole cast knows josh likes you but you’re oblivious and at the premier frankie and everyone is teasing you about joshua staring at you the whole night

flashing cameras | j.b

IN WHICH: joshua looks at you as if you’re his favorite movie.

INSPIRATION: electric love — borns

“Y/N! Y/N!”

A bright smile appeared on your face as you walked up to the reporter, greeting his with a polite hug as she held the microphone up to you.

“Oh, look at you! You look gorgeous!” the reported gushed, and you felt your face burn red at her compliment. You never did get used to the fame. One minute you were auditioning for a new show, the next you were cast as one of the main characters.

“Thank you, it means a lot,” you responded with a smile that would’ve made anyone’s heart melt.

“You play Isabella Bordeaux in High School Musical: the Musical: the Series, right?” the reporter began, and you nodded in response. “Can you tell us a little bit about her? She’s a new character in the second season, right?”

“Right,” you beamed, trying to keep a cool head as you started talking. “Well, she’s a French exchange student, and she’s a junior,” you explained. “She’s not really the type to join a musical; she’s a cheerleader, but one of the more quiet and honest ones.”

“It must be hard speaking French for the camera. Did you have to take lessons?”

“Well, all I had prior to filming was the French class I was taking in school,” you said with a shy smile, letting out a relieved sigh when the reporter laughed politely.

How could you look so pretty while doing the most simple things? Joshua asked himself that question more times than he’d like to admit, and as his eyes lingered on you and not at the camera, he heard someone bump him in the hip playfully.

“You are terrible at being discreet,” Frankie snickered, his voice low enough for only Joshua to hear. Olivia was beside him, smiling teasingly as his face burned red. It almost hurt them how oblivious you were to Joshua’s fleeting looks and longing eyes. You had always been blind to cues that were even a little bit romantic; it was obvious in the way you’d unknowingly shoot Joshua down in his attempts by giving him a high five.

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what he means,” Olivia remarked, smiling towards the camera for just a second before looking back at Joshua. If only the paparazzi knew what they were talking about; they’d eat it up in a second. “I swear, you were drooling before we came here.”

Joshua frowned a bit, fingers consciously reaching for his mouth to check of any drool. The action made Olivia and Frankie laugh, and Joshua knew he was gonna be in for it later. He grinned at the camera, posing with his friends before he heard heels click quickly up to him. He felt his skin turn warm and nerves prick his skin at the familiar sound.

“Sorry! This sweet reporter had so many questions and I answered them all — she seemed nice, y’know?” you ranted, adjusting your dress and moving closer to Joshua and smiling. His heartbeat picked up, blush deepening on his face as he heard Frankie chuckle at Y/N’s words.

“Y/N L/N, you are too precious.”

The after party was wild.

You never did get used to seeing random famous people walk up to you and congratulate you or compliment you on how great you were in the show. Their words rendered you into a sputtering, blushing mess of ‘thank yous’ and ‘I love you and everything you do, thank you so much.’

You practically lost it when you saw Finn Wolfhard there. Why as he there? You didn’t know, but you weren’t complaining.

“I’ve never seen so many famous people in one place,” you muttered to Sofia, who only shook her head.

“Me neither. Oh my God, I don’t even know why they all came,” Olivia was almost as giddy as you, pointing out ( literally ) every celebrity there.

“Pointing’s rude,” Matt commented alongside the rest of you, and you glared at him.

“The only thing keeping you from not freaking out is the open bar.”

“Being 21 comes with its perks,” he retorted with a smile. “At least I’m not Frankie or Larry. Their living their lives at the bar,” Matt pointed his drink to the nearby bar, where Frankie and Larry were talking animatedly to Joshua. Joshua — who was way too sober compared to any of them — was only grinning widely while Frankie made crazy hand gestures. He turned towards the rest of you, eyes widening once they met yours, and he immediately turned away.

You could hear the others laugh at his reaction, Sofia bumping your hip playfully to get you to snap out of whatever trance you were in.

“He’s whipped,” Sofia remarked with a laugh, making your face a deep red at her words.

“For who?” you managed, looking at your cast mates. They were all gaping at you, almost incredulous at your unawareness towards social cues.

“What do you mean for who?”

Joshua looked back at you and the others, eyes lingering on your form as you looked at the others with furrowed brows. A fond smile appeared on his face just at the sight of you, but the spell you put him under broke the moment Frankie clapped him on the back.

“Ow!”

“Do something!” Larry motioned wildly to you, eyes wide for emphasis. “You’ve been drooling over her since she first walked into set!”

“Have not!” Joshua fired back, making Frankie snort.

“Have too!” Frankie laughed out, voice loud against the bass boosted music. “Look; she’s terrible at reading cues. The eyes you’re making towards her?” Frankie tutted, shaking his head in shame. “Not working other than for your very dear cast mates. So,” he motioned to you yet again, and when Joshua turned to look at you, you were already looking at him.

Sofia and Olivia were whispering in your ear, something that Joshua could make out thanks to the music. But you looked unsure, your eyes darting to Matt while he smiled encouragingly. Julia and Dara walked up to them, their eyes widening when Sofia explained everything to them, and they too started telling you things with a wide smile. The curiosity was too much.

“Attaboy!” Larry yelled as Joshua stood up, gently making his way past the crowd. Unknown to him, you were doing the same, the encouraging cheers of your friends behind you fueling your confidence and your nerves.

“Excuse me,” you mumbled, pushing past yet another person and accidentally bumping into Joshua, your eyes wide as you looked at him.

“Hey!” Joshua managed, a nervous smile on his face.

“Hi,” you breathed out, all confidence now thrown into the wind as you swallowed dryly. “You wanna step out for a bit?”

“Yeah! Yeah, sure,” Joshua murmured, voice going quiet as he felt your hand take his. It felt so natural, your fingers intertwining with his as you led him out of the crowd.

The fenced back kept all the paparazzi away, and you led him outside to the cold LA air. You loved California when it was nighttime; the weather was perfect and the rare instance of stars was breathtaking.

Your hand was still holding his as you walked out. The music became muffled by the sliding glass doors, and you led him to a swinging bench. You looked up at the few stars that hung over head, the waning moon accompanying them in the sky. You let out a small exhale, a breathy, “wow,” leaving your lips.

“It’s pretty, huh?” you murmured to Joshua, your eyes set on the glowing moon. The moonlight hit your face perfectly, making you look like an angel on earth.

Joshua hummed, eyes on you as he nodded his head. “It’s beautiful.”

You looked at him, face blooming red when you saw him looking at you. He was talking about you. “Nice one,” you forced out behind the want to cheer and thank the world.

Nice one? Was that all you could manage?

“Sorry. I meant thanks. I dunno.” You gazed down at your heels, silently cursing yourself for your own words.

A chuckle rumbled deep in his chest at your reaction, his own face red. “You know,” Joshua managed through his nerves, “I thought you were gorgeous when you walked into set.”

You didn’t look at him, but your eyes widened.

“Yeah. That’s kinda why I tripped when I walked over to introduce myself. It’s also why I kinda avoided you for a few days because I couldn’t believe I tripped.” Joshua sighed, his confession coming out like a ramble that he couldn’t stop.

“I guess you could say I fell for you,” he joked, and that was what made you look up at him with a grin.

“You really had to make a pun out of it?” you asked with a laugh, the sound alone making his heart skip a beat.

“I had to get you to look at me somehow. And you know you love my jokes,” Joshua remarked, making you scoff and roll your eyes with a beaming smile.

You put your head on his shoulder, the action making him grin like a lovestruck fool. “You’re lucky I like you, Bassett,” you said softly, thumb swiping lightly over his hand. “For me, I think it was when I caught you stealing leftovers at 3 AM while I was trying to do the same.”

You heard him laugh at your words, and you peered up at him. Joshua looked back down at you, the blushes on your cheeks matching. The moment almost seemed too perfect, as if it had fallen out of an oddly detailed WattPad book and into your lives. You weren’t complaining.

You leaned up, and he leaned down. Your lips met in a soft kiss, and you swore you could hear your friends cheer.

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TAGS: @tomshufflepuff, @myrandom-fandomlife, @softpeteparker, @sarcarstic-space-weirdo, @allaroundaddict, @cherrydolan

[twomoonstwosuns]

valentine’s day.

back to you [series masterlist]

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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warnings: swearing, pure sweet cheesy af fluff for literally the entire thing

word count: 4.8k lol oops

a/n: eee, here it is! i really hope this lives up to expectations because i really agonized over trying to make this perfect. feedback would be so greatly appreciated.

also shout-out to @myrandom-fandomlife for giving me the help to kickstart my brain and get this written <3

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You felt lighter than you had in weeks.

The semester was going well. Graduation was just a few months away. Your sister Tallie announced she was pregnant, her baby coming in the fall. The only thing that had the potential to turn your mood was Poe, but even that had been going well.

You talked more. You hadn’t been over to his place since he bent you over his table the previous week, but you were talking to him nearly everyday. You texted often and stayed up way too late talking to him. You were enjoying it, but you knew you had to be cautious as you fell deeper into attachment.

With Valentine’s Day just a few days away, you began to wonder if you’d be spending it with Poe. You weren’t together, much to your chagrin for fear of putting your heart on the line and being turned down, but people had sex on Valentine’s Day. Maybe you’d at least get that. You tried not to dwell on it too much, but Poe made it increasingly difficult to not think about it…or him. He had spent the majority of the day sending you the most ridiculous pick-up lines, having heard one that morning at his favorite coffee shop that made him cringe with how bad it was. Whether it was a joke or not, he didn’t know, but he found the most ridiculous ones on the Internet and sent them to you, if anything just to brighten your day and make you laugh.

You had just dropped a book off at the library and were heading towards the university center to meet up with your roommates when a car flashed its brights at you. You stopped when they did it again and it took you a minute to realize it was Poe’s car. You made your way over, hearing the soft whir of his window going down.

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” you asked as you leaned in, the warmth from the car’s heater fanning your face. “I thought you had that mixer thing tonight?”

“I’m on my way, I just had to grab something from my office. Then I saw you and just wanted to say hi.”

You could just see him, the cover of darkness providing the perfect shield for your meeting. The smell of his cologne filled the car and you realized it was different but just as distinctive than the one he wore everyday. You narrowed your eyes when you noticed the tension in his shoulders.

“You don’t want to go, do you?”

“Not really.” He admitted with a humorless laugh.

“Could you skip it? I can’t imagine sucking up to department heads is very fun.”

“It’s not, and as much as I want to, I can’t. Snoke’s retiring and they’re looking to find his replacement before the fall semester. There are a lot of people that will be there that I have to impress if I want to be considered.”

“Do you want to be considered?”

Poe nodded, the knot of nerves in his stomach tightening. “It’s just a rumor right now, but word is that President Organa’s already got a small list of people she’s considering to replace him and I’m on it.”

You gaped, a smile forming on your face.

“Poe, that’s amazing. They’d be stupid not to pick you.” You placed your hand on this shoulder. “You have to get going and I have a move to catch, so neither of us have time to listen to me tell you all the reasons why you’d be the best option, but just know you are. And although I may be a little biased, I’m also usually right.”

Poe smiled appreciatively, the support making him feel a little more ready. Of course he’d talked to his dad and his close friends about it, receiving the same encouragement, but it meant so much coming from you.

“So, what’d you think of the pick-up lines I sent you?” He asked, changing the subject. You giggled.

“I thought they were great but my roommates think you can do better, so we spent an hour after class googling pick-up lines,” you explained, making Poe chuckle warmly. “I’m definitely going to blame you for not getting anything done the rest of the week.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

“I did actually like some of them. They were cheesy as hell, but some of them were pretty cute. And the dirty ones were good too.”

“I have one more if you want to hear it.” You nodded enthusiastically. “Do you have any raisins?”

“Did you just say raisins?” you asked incredulously. Poe gave you a pointed look that told you to just answer the question. “Ok fine, um…no?”

“Then how ‘bout a date?”

You threw your head back and barked out a laugh. “That’s a good one. Very smooth.”

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“How about a date? Saturday night?”

You froze, unsure if you heard him right, but the way he was observing you with hope told you that you heard every word correct. You couldn’t help the smile that grew bigger with each second you took to process Poe’s words.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.” you repeated with a grin, your smile disappearing when you felt your phone buzzing incessantly in your pocket. With five minutes until the movie started, you knew it was your roommates wondering where you were. You glanced at the clock. “I have to get going and so do you. Try not to die of boredom.”

“I’ll text you.”

“You better.”

You took two steps away from Poe’s car when you decided to turn back. You knocked on the window, giving Poe an apologetic smile when he jumped in surprise. The window rolled down once again and you leaned in to press a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“I can’t wait,” you said softly, taking a few steps back as your cheeks heated up. The way he was smiling at you was turning your insides to mush. “Good luck tonight.”

Poe’s soft gaze stayed on you until he couldn’t see you anymore. If he had room to punch in the air in victory, he would have. Meanwhile, you felt like you were sixteen again, like the boy you had a crush on for months asked you to the big dance. The smile stayed on your face for the entire movie, while the one on Poe’s face lingered for throughout the party.

》 》 》

Dress warm. I’ll pick you up at 8.

Nervous was an understatement. You paced in the lobby of your apartment building, your hands practically sweating through your gloves.

If this date didn’t go well, that would be it for the two of you.

“Stop psyching yourself out,” Jessika had told you just moments before. “You guys already have this amazing connection, it’s gonna take something short of admitting to a murder for this not to go well.”

She was right, of course, but this wasn’t just any guy. This was Poe, someone you’d come to care for greatly in the last few months.

It had to go well.

Poe pulled up at exactly 8 o’clock and you snuck into his car, speeding off before anyone could see, like an undercover mission. “So, where are we going?”

“You’ll see. It’s not too far from here.”

You narrowed your eyes and studied Poe, looking for any clues in his facial expression that could somehow spill where you were going. He kept his face neutral, a small hint of a smile on his face. “Mysterious. Ok. How’d the mixer go the other night?”

“Good. Not to sound conceited but I think President Organa likes me.”

“Of course she does.”

Poe winked and you rolled your eyes with an amused smirk on your face. The soft music in the car filled the silence, neither of you quite knowing what to say. You wrung your hands in your lap as nervous butterflies flapped around in your stomach.

“You seem nervous.” Poe said, his hand coming off of the steering wheel and covering yours in comfort. You immediately stopped fidgeting.

“Is it weird that I am?” You asked.

“No. I am too.”

Your confession gave him a boost of confidence. He felt he had gone the extra mile to make this night special, to show his true intentions of what he wanted out of this. He hoped you’d see it and want it as much as he did. Knowing you were just as nervous as he was showed you cared about this going well just as much as he did.

He pulled his hand away to steer his car into a parking spot. His was the only car in the lot, not that it was surprising. Cold and dark winter nights didn’t exactly bring a lot of people out to wander around a park for fun. Poe opened his door, but your hand on his arm stopped him. “I’m nervous, but I’m really happy we’re doing this.”

He gave you an easy half smile, the one that made him so effortlessly striking.

“Me too,” he said, covering your hand with his. “Come on.”

You got out of his car and finally realized you were at Canto Park. It was unrecognizable at first due to the darkness of the night and the lack of people, but you recognized the streetlights that lit up the walkways when you got a closer look. Poe handed something to you and it took a minute in the dark to see that they were a pair of skates.

“We’re skating?” you asked in surprise, completely caught off-guard. You were expecting dinner and a movie at his apartment, the options for doing anything together extremely limited. “This is not going to end well, just so you know.”

“You’ll be fine,” Poe assured you. “Have you ever rollerbladed?”

“When I was like thirteen.”

“Then this’ll be fun. I’ll help you.” You couldn’t help but become a little anxious. The chance of you making a fool out of yourself was very high.

The park was eerily quiet but peaceful, the only sound crunching underneath your feet. The man-made ice rink was lit up with bright lights that nearly blinded you with its sharp contrast to the inky black sky.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be here,” you said with a smirk as you sat down on the bench next to the ice rink. “I’m pretty sure the park closes when it gets dark.”

“Better be prepared to run if we get caught then.”

“I’m flattered you think I’ll be able to skate, let alone run in skates.”

Poe finished tying up his skates and as you tied up your left one, he scooted closer to you and brought your right foot into his lap.

“What’re you doing?” you asked.

“Making sure you tied them right,” he winked. You gave him a dry, sarcastic laugh as he grabbed the foot you had just finished with. With his seal of approval, Poe helped you up and over to the ice. You gripped the wall until you were sure you had your balance. Like riding a bike, the familiar movement of gliding came back, although you wobbled like a newborn colt with fresh legs because it had been nearly ten years since you did anything like this. Poe did a lap around the rink as you glared at him.

“Show-off!” you called after him, hearing him laugh from the other side of the rink. “Let me guess, you played hockey?”

“Only for fun.” Poe answered, slowing down as he approached you. “I was more into music than sports in high school. I was in a band, though.”

“College professor by day, rock star by night? It’s like modern day Indiana Jones. What kind of music did you play?”

Poe smirked at the reference. “Rock, pop, alternative, whatever you want to call it. We called ourselves The Resistance. It’s how I met my friends Finn and Rey. Still best friends to this day.”

“Do you guys still play?”

“Individually maybe, but together no, we left that back in high school. We had a demo of songs that somehow got into the hands of someone over at Skywalker Records, but we weren’t interested.”

“You didn’t want to be a rock star?”

“Sure I did, but I had other things I wanted to do more. Finn and Rey did too.”

“The Air Force?” Poe gave you a curious look. “The tattoo on your back. I recognize the symbol.”

“My dad was in the Air Force. I got the tattoo for him. I almost enrolled right out of high school, but then my dad got sick.” You gave him a sympathetic look. “He’s fine now, but instead of enlisting I went to college and I worked to be able to stay home and help him out.”

“You guys are close.” You observed.

“Very.” He wanted to tell you why, but didn’t want to bring the mood down anymore with the story of his mother. “What about you? Sports, music?”

You told him how you played soccer as a kid through an amateur league in your hometown. You played up until high school, making the varsity team your freshman year but taken out of the game indefinitely during your first game from a severe knee injury. You told him while you loved music, you participated in choir during high school not because you could sing, but so you could hang out with your friends.

While the conversation was entertaining, you stumbling around on the ice was not.  Poe thought it was though, as he tried walking you through it step by step, giving you tips on how to keep your balance by focusing on one spot in the distance and not moving your eyes from it. Of course your mind chose Poe to focus on, but every little movement he made, especially when he was close to you, grabbed your attention, which made you unable to concentrate. You were having fun even though you were slightly embarrassed about your lack of coordination. You’d miraculously had not fallen, but you bumped into the wall and crashed into it whenever you had to stop yourself.

“Ok, new idea. Let’s try one more thing.” Poe said, turning so he was facing you. He grabbed your hands to make sure you were steady before moving backwards, pulling you with him. “Don’t look down, eyes on me. Now talk about something.”

“Like what?” You were finding it extremely difficult to focus on anything at all except your hands in Poe’s and the impending doom of rolling your ankle at any second.  

“Anything.” He said, turning so he was facing you and skating backwards. “Tell me something not a lot of people know.”

You hummed as you thought about his question. “I seriously considered going to school for photography.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Same reason you’re not a famous musician. I had other dreams and it’s a hard industry to make a career in. It’s probably better as a hobby anyway, I can’t get mad when something doesn’t go right because I’m not under any obligation to be successful.”

“What do you photograph?”

“Anything. I’ve done some senior pictures over the past few summers when I’ve been home. I’ve done some engagement photos, pregnancy announcements. I like to think I’m really good at those black and white hipster photographs of nature and stuff.”

“You’ll have to show me sometime.”

“I always keep my portfolio with me, just in case. I’ll bring it by next time.”

Next time.The promise of a second date. Poe smiled down at you and then looked over your shoulder with a soft chuckle.

“What?” You followed his gaze and your jaw dropped. You had skated from one end of the rink to the other without almost falling.  “Oh my god, I made it!” You laughed happily. Poe smiled at your excitement.

“I told you you’d be fine.”

You were practically bouncing in excitement. You pushed forward, gaining speed and catching up with Poe when you suddenly fell onto your butt when your skate hit a loose chunk of ice.

“Damn it, I was doing so well!”  You exclaimed, holding your arms out in front of you. “Help me up?”

Poe pulled you up with ease, gripping your forearms when you nearly slipped again.

“You good?”

You nodded with breathless laugh, your eyes meeting his. The sudden urge to kiss him consumed you and you glanced down at his lips. Poe did the same, the air surrounding you standing so close becoming thick. Your feet suddenly came out from underneath you and you ended up on the ice with a hard thump. Poe laughed loudly and you couldn’t help but laugh with him at your clumsiness.

“Ok, I think that’s enough skating for you.” Poe said, holding out his hand. You lay back onto the ice with your eyes closed, arms out on either side of you in defeat.

“Nope, I’m done, not moving. I’ll die here.”

Poe grabbed your arms, hauling you up before crouching down to the ice, urging you to get on his back. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back.”

You hesitated a second before wrapping your arms around his neck. He gripped the back of your thighs tightly as he picked up speed, taking a quick detour to do a lap before taking you back to the bench. You squealed in delight at his sudden burst of speed, the wind whipping your hair. You held on tightly, not letting go until you were being lowered onto the bench. Before you could start unlacing your skates, Poe was doing it for you, being gentle as he slid the skates off in case you hurt your ankle.

“If photography doesn’t work out, I don’t recommend skating as a back-up plan.” Poe teased, and you shoved his chest playfully as you grabbed your boots. You handed Poe his and then the skates, but he pushed them back towards you. “Keep them for next time.”

“You’re going to make me do that again?!”

Poe took your hand and you walked back towards his car, both taking it slow as your legs were exhausted.

“You’ll be a pro by the time I’m done with you.”

You sincerely doubted that, but didn’t want to tell Poe it’d be useless after seeing him so excited to try and teach you. It’s not like you wouldn’t mind trying again if it meant spending more time with Poe.

From relearning how to skate to the conversation, time had flown by and it was nearing ten o’clock. As he drove, you couldn’t help but hope your date wasn’t over despite it getting late. When he took the familiar route to his apartment, you were ecstatic.

He led you inside, itching to grab your hand but knowing there were too many possibilities of someone seeing it. Whether or not they went to school or knew he was a professor and you a student, the night was going too well to risk it. When Poe unlocked his apartment door, your jaw dropped.

The lights to inside were dimmed. A bouquet of roses sat in the middle of the wooden table that had been used not so innocently just last week, with a bottle of wine and two glasses. You scoffed in disbelief as he led you in.

“Wow,” you breathed, still taken aback. “Is this what you did all day?”

“Yeah. I cooked too, if you’re hungry. It just needs to be warmed up.”

You were speechless. Poe had really gone all out. You were secretly happy he had been the one to ask you out and not the other way around, as there was no way you could’ve come up with something to rival what he came up with in a few days. While he dealt with the food, you begged him for something to do to help him out. He insisted he had it but had you open up the bottle of wine.

“Where’s Beebs tonight?” you asked as you twisted the wine opener into the cork, looking around the apartment and not seeing him or any of his toys lying around.

“He’s at a friend’s house.” You glanced up at Poe, giving him a weird look. “No seriously, he’s down the hall at my neighbor Mr. Frick’s. He has a dog named Zorii that Beebs likes to play with. He lives alone, so I think he likes having two dogs to keep him company.”

“Have you done that every time I’ve come over?”

“Sometimes. Other times I usually put him in the guest room when people are here. I love him to death, but he’s nosy. He just gets so excited when people are over and not all of them like him jumping up on them. Not to mention I didn’t want him worried about the noises you were making.”

You understood, having had a dog growing up that had to be kept in a room when you had birthday parties and sleepovers. You were also surprised at how hyper-focused you must’ve been to get Poe naked that you didn’t realize that Beebs hadn’t really been around whenever you were there. You made a mental note to pick up something special for Beebs for being so tolerant of you and Poe’s frequent activities.

You handed Poe a glass, gently clinking yours against his before taking a sip. You noticed he had also lit some candles, adding to the romantic ambiance of his apartment.

“I keep meaning to ask you,” you said as you walked over to a cabinet that held a record player that had caught your eye many times before. “Does this work or is it just for show?”

You waited for an answer, but instead Poe walked over to you, reaching over your shoulder to grab a record. He practically boxed you in, the close proximity of him brushing up against you making you buzz excitedly. He grabbed a record and soon enough the slow strums of an acoustic guitar filled his apartment. Between the flickering candles and the smell of delicious food was filling the apartment, you were in awe.

“Dance with me?”

You set your wine glass down, your heart thundering in your chest. You knew Poe was sweet, but this was turning into the kind of date you thought only existed in movies. You were absolutely swooning and it was only the first date. You’d never been romanced this hard by anyone you dated. You took his outstretched hand and he pulled you into him. The position was familiar, you’d been in this exact stance with him many times, but his touch was soft, not lustful, like he was holding something truly precious. His hand was on your waist, the other holding your hand between your chests, holding you close. Any chill that lingered from your outdoor adventure was long gone. You were warm with adoration.

“What’re you thinking about?” Poe asked softly, bringing your attention back to him.

“The music, the candles, the dancing…it’s all so romantic.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“Not at all.” You swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous again. “I just really thought I missed my chance for this.”

Poe pulled back just enough to give you a questioning look.  

“I wanted to ask you out last weekwhen you told me about your date,” you confessed, and Poe felt his chest tighten with a little bit of guilt. It read on his face and you shook your head. “Don’t. I should’ve told you not to go, or to go out with me instead, but I chickened out. My feelings have been all over the place the last few weeks and after that night I cried on your couch…”

“Yeah, me too.” He didn’t need to elaborate. You knew he felt the dynamic change that night as well. “Since we’re being honest, I only agreed to that date to try and forget how much I was thinking about you. This whole arrangement we have—“

“Not really working for me anymore,” you interrupted, Poe nodding his head in agreement. “But this? This is what I want. Even if I come out of this with a bruised ass.”

“I could say something about bruises on your ass, but we’re having a nice moment.”

Your shoulders shook with quiet laughter, your head dropping down onto Poe’s chest. He hugged you to him once again, his cheek resting against your head.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Poe asked, his tone suddenly unsure. You looked up at him concernedly. “Even though you fell a bunch of times?”

You went to answer him, but he kept talking.

“I know we don’t have a lot of options for dates because we’re technically not allowed to date, but—“

You put your free hand on his cheek, silencing him and bringing his attention down to you.

“This was the best first date I’ve ever been on,” you assured him and he smiled softly as your thumbs gently ran over his cheeks. “And it’s ok if we don’t have options. We’ll make it work. I just want to be with you.”

Poe let go of your hand, allowing his to fall at your waist. His eyes searched yours, brown eyes sparkling with warmth from the candles looking for any hint that you didn’t mean it. He found none and you stood up on your tiptoes, guiding yourself to him with the hand on his cheek, meeting his lips at the same time as he met yours.

He’d never kissed you like this before. Your lips molded together perfectly, already familiar with one another, but it was soft and light with nothing behind it except being in the moment. It took your breath away. You pulled away at the same time and it took you a minute for you to open your eyes.

The beeping of the oven pulled you apart. You reluctantly let go of Poe, grabbing your wine glass while Poe dished up the food. He suggested eating on the couch instead and your achy muscles couldn’t have agreed more. You made yourself comfortable on his couch as Poe ran to get Beebs before it got much later, both of you having severely lost track of the time. Although the dog was happy to see you again, he ran right into Poe’s room to sleep, tuckered out from a night of playing with another dog.

It didn’t surprise you that Poe was a decent cook and you made sure to let him know as you ate. How he managed to plan everything from the date to the food, you had no idea.

“You said earlier that you and Finn and Rey might still play individually. Do you?”

Poe shrugged. “Occasionally. I find myself mostly playing when I get really stressed. It’s relaxing.”

“Do you play for Beebs?”

“No, but he’ll sometimes lay next to me while I play, so I guess maybe a little bit.”

“Will you play for me?”

“Someday.” Poe was already thinking through all the different songs he could sing to you.

“So you skate, you cook, supposedly sing, and dance. What can’t you do?”

“Water ski.” Poe answered and you gasped theatrically, which turned into a loud laugh. “I’m serious! I’ve never been able to stand up.”

“I’ll teach you. It won’t hurt as bad as ice skating.”

Poe moved the dishes onto the coffee table, bringing your legs into his lap.

“Will you stay tonight?” Poe asked, giving your leg a squeeze. “No sex on the first date, I promise. We’ll do this right. There have been too many times I’ve wanted you to stay but didn’t ask you. But if you don’t want to, I’ll take you home.”

“I want to stay.”

You and Poe, on his couch, found yourself in the same position you were in a few weeks prior, except sadness and anger were replaced with adoration and bliss and neither of you were holding anything back. You stayed up until the early hours of the morning, just talking. With how much you knew about each other, it felt more like a sixth date than a first date. It was truly amazing how smooth the this transition was, from just sex to dating.

Like you were meant to be doing it all along.

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Out of curiosity, what do you feel about this RWBY take in regards to the villain Adam? Post is transcribed identically from trashfire blog fandomlife-confessions which is probably shutting down: “RWBY fans are such crybabies. (ADAM CANT GO TO RWBY CHIBI BECAUSE HE ABUSE!) The Joker is a terrorist yet he was able to appear in the LEGO Batman movie. Freddy Krueger is a child killer and potential molester yet that didn’t stop New Line from creating children’s toys such as pajamas and dolls (1/2)

(2 2) for the character. Not to mention that both characters are representative of FAR worse subject matters than crazy ex-boyfriends so if they’re okay for lighter works, why can’t Adam be?” (Anon NOTE; Do you know why RWBY Chibi is not happening?)

Adam Taurus exists in the story to be an abuser. Every action he takes, even taking over the White Fang, is framed in the context of abusing Blake.

(The White Fang’s leadership is framed as Blake’s “birthright”. Adam steals it and tries to use it against her.)

Every other abusive character (Salem, Cinder, even Jacques fucking Schnee) has other roles in the plot that don’t revolve around their abuse. But Adam does not, despite his stans convincing themselves that he does.

It’s the same for the Joker and Freddy Kreuger: while both are abusers, it’s a part of their character that can be excised when it’s not appropriate. It’s not their main motivation.

(Though really: I do not agree with putting Freddy Kreuger on toys and clothing meant for children. That is genuinely creepy.)

There is no way to portray Adam Taurus in a way that avoids his abuse.

(Also: more likely that not, Chibi was probably not getting the views needed to keep it going, plus they likely wanted to take some work of the animator’s plates to avoid crunch.)